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Delicate ThreadsWhats pure to one will kill the others,
Whats pain for some will heal their lovers.
Whats right for me will make you scream,
Whats wrong to you, I see in dreams.
What some find hard, other stroll right past,
While one man wins, all others come last.
What makes us the same, lies in hearts and in heads,
What connects our souls, are delicate threads.
Seeking my prizeSome die for love, whilst living for hope,
Some fight for life, struggling to cope.
Some share a dream, a common desire,
Some seek ascendance, to heaven or higher.
Some never quit, and always strike true,
Some stand alone, proud through and through.
Some light a fire, to burn what they will,
Some see your soul, and for it they'd kill.
For in you there lies, the answer to all,
The strength to push further, and never to fall.
For love that men seek, and hope that they yearn,
The passion of lovers, in you this does burn.
For beauty and guidance, for courage and might,
The hearts of all men, beat fast at your sight.
For comfort and kindness, on delicate lace,
The things that I speak of, are found in your face.
My Angel Without WingsI ripped my angels wings clean off, I cast her out, and threw her down.
I emptied my life of all that was good, I chewed it up, and spat it out.
I couldn't see past her love and her care, I shrugged it off, and thought of myself.
I blamed us both though the error was mine, I screwed it up, and ruined two souls.
I curse myself and hate my mind, I heard my heart, but shut it out.
I hurt the person I love the most, I hurt her more, as I struggle to leave.
I wish to go back but know I cannot, I made my bed, and now I must lay.
I tore the goodness from the world, I see only dark, and hear only screams.
I want her to be happy now, I want her to forget, that I ever lived.
I ripped my angels wings clean off, I lost her forever, and feel no more.
The Official Biography of Duet*Given Name: I barely ever reveal my real name, not even to those I am about to kill.
*Nickname(s): *sigh* If you really have to call me something, make it Duet.
*Appearance: I am as you see before you. I stand roughly six foot two in height; broad shouldered and well built, as any self-respecting Vampire would be. My skin is as pale as one would expect from someone who does not enjoy the… finer sides of the sun. I weigh about as much as a normal man, in fact you would not tell me apart, except for the two elongated eye teeth that adorn my face. Ahh my face, truly my greatest feature, no? Such perfection. My dazzling blue eyes that are a shining portal to my soul, my beautifully soft skin, perfect in complexion, my small thin nose that seems to add to the overall length of my face, and my mouth, with the small, soft lips that cover my fangs so very well. My hair is…unkempt, I believe most would say, dirty and tangled, but long in length and chestnut brown in colour. You will, of course
HowHow can it be that you would die for a girl
But you would also die without her?
How could it ruin your life to not be with her right now
But ruin it to rush to her like a fool?
How can I finally have found love
But not even be able to see it?
How can I be together forever with you
But not miss everything else?
How can I tell you how much I love you
but never with the sound of my voice?
How could I convice you to never lose hope in me
But see everyone around me do so?
How could I ever deserve love like yours
But still be me?
How could I stress so much that I never want to leave you
But still have it sound like I´m trying to find a way out?
How could it seem like death is the only way for us to be together,
But only want to spend my whole life with you?
No-oneWhen I call, who answers? No-one
When I fall, who picks me up? No-one
When I weep, who offers a shoulder? No-one
When I sleep, who prays for me? No-one
When I am weak, who stands by me? No-one
When I seek, who aids my search? No-one
When I care, who cares back? No-one
When I dare, who heeds the call? No-one
When I say, who backs me up? No-one
When I stay? who stays with me? No-one
When I wake, who is there? No-one
When I ache, who kisses it better? No-one
When I need, who steps foward? No-one
When I bleed, who binds my wounds? No-one
Who am I? No-one
Is It WrongHow can one life have some many corners,
Yet none of them be the right way.
Should I ever give in to my craving,
Hurt others to do as I may.
Can I turn off to all of their needs,
That's just something I cannot do.
But It selfishly gives me more time,
Time to get closer to you.
Is it fair to love more than one person,
Or am I just masking what's right.
If there's just no love there for me,
Can I not try just to fight.
Should I always just try to help out,
Though I always get it wrong.
If my lifes so full of of questions,
Do I even belong.
It's My FaultI can't take this anymore,
In this house, her word is law.
She'll shout and scream and swear some more,
And hurl my face into the floor.
I'll run upstairs to cry somemore,
I sicken her down to the core.
Im sorry Mommy for what I done,
Please Mommy no, don't point the gun.
It's my fault for crying, I shouldn't have done,
I can feed myself, it will be fun.
When you come back it will be done,
I know I've been a nasty son.
Don't hug me Mommy, that's not for you,
I'm three years old now, so hardly new.
Dont hit me Mommy, they were for you,
I'm sorry that you dont like blue.
I know it's unfair on Mark and you,
I should've died with Daddy too.
Don't get up, just sit right there,
Don't get up and pull my hair.
I'll move my toys from over there,
Honest Mommy, I really care.
You can have my Teddy, it's over there,
Your pretty Mommy, that's why they stare.
I don't tell them you hit me,
That's cause I'm naughty, don't you see?
I'm a spoilt boy, that's what you tell me,
And I am, I'm happy, I'm ful
For AmyThe little things that someone does make life worth living, and life worth loving.
Having someone, who when you squeeze their hand, squeezes back tighter.
Someone who can face their fears for you, in a new place, and do a brave thing.
When someone can make a cruelly brief visit, last for a thousand eternities.
Someone who you love, from your first walk, and who loves you by your last one.
Conveniently and romantically having fireworks go off whenever we kiss.
Thinking you could break my back, when both of us know that I would never let go.
Giving your sensible side a kiss on the cheek, and then letting it wander off.
Turning anywhere into a beautiful place, be it a bench by a clock, or a cemetery.
Someone who wants to hug away my tears, and shields my eyes from the light.
When your shy, but will still spend all night talking to me without a second thought.
When you can put the rain and the rainbows to shame, with just a quick smile.
Someone who can laugh it off when I kill the romantic
The Last Beat-BeggingHeavy foot steps ran in the hall of a hospital. A boy at the age of 15 ran out of breath but still ran. Doctors moved to the side, but some others refused and bumped into him.
"I need...to see her!!"
He ran straight to the door that was so close yet so far away from him. He reached out to the door and swung it open to revival a girl laying in the bed. The same age as himself.
She forced a fake smile. Small clear looking tubes ran from the base of her wrists to a pack that looked like it contained water. On her chest near her heart there was stitches. She was pale and very tired. But yet, she smiled. Her clear green eyes and light brown hair that was long and straight made her truly look happy. Although she wasent.
Kai took a step close to her and reach out his arm slightly. But the momment he didn't, Kiyo turned away.
Kai's eyes where a gold color and his hair was light brown. He wore his favorite black sweater and long black pants. He was soaking wet.
O' My Love, I'd Die For You (Deadly Infatuation)I know what you'll say
so with my scarlet thread
I'll stitch these lips.
But o' my love,
I'd die for you,
I'd kill to make you love me,
to know when someone says my name,
you'll smile to yourself
and think "I'm so in love"
I know what would happen,
what would go down,
to lose you is a greater cost than
I can afford.
But O' my love,
I'd die for you,
I'd kill to make you love me,
drink poison from your lips,
be your Juliet.
I know what I'll always be,
in your eyes I'm that silly little girl
with the jaw unhinged,
lips forever flapping in the wind,
whose doe eyes always gazed in adoration.
But o' my love,
my love, my darling man,
as the years go by,
and your picture still rests in my mind,
O' my love,
I'd die for you,
even though you'd never do the same.
For YouYou said I was simple,
easy to understand and comprehend.
You thought I was a unlighted grenade,
unable to burst through my facade.
Could you ever light,
the glow of my hidden jade?
I know I am hard to open up,
a tough shell to break through.
It isn't because I fear,
for what may become clear.
It is just who I am.
Trust me, my dear.
You aren't like the others.
You are understanding,
gentle and kind,
easy to know,
easy to get along with.
You are wise,
from the sun to your demise.
I wish you weren't,
the type that is hard to find.
But that is life,
void of any joyous strife.
But I can rely,
on the head and heart,
to know when,
goodness and truth,
strikes me like a dart.
You are great,
better than the ones,
who gave me the joy,
of my undeserving fate.
How can I sit,
How can I stand,
How can I understand,
our love, our friendship,
when it falls on different lands?
it is just a friendship,
but for me,
I dream of what it could be.
Or is it?
Did I blow your mind,
by showing you my lig
They Met at the Bus StopAt the bus stop on a bright, sunny day,
A girl asks a boy for a bus ticket.
So he gives her one from his wallet.
The bus arrives, ending their day of grey.
At the Bus stop on a cool, cloudy day,
The girl ask the boy for a bus ticket.
Prepared, he takes one out of his pocket,
And together they sit without delay.
At the bus stop on a cold, snowy day,
She asks him for an extra bus ticket.
So from his hand he gives her it,
Then he turns around and walks away.
At the bus stop on the very next day,
Waiting with two tickets, there he stand.
She comes, and says while holding out her hand:
"Walk with me! Just like yesterday, Ok?"
SoulmatesWherever our future may go
I’m always by your side.
All around us dark winds may blow,
But we have time to bide.
My love, I won’t abandon you,
No matter what may come.
If troubles be many or few,
Or even if we’ve none.
I’d fight for you with all my heart,
And do all that I could.
To fight for us, I’ll do my part,
For I know that I should.
After all, we’re soulmates, my dear,
My heart you have beguiled.
My deep desire is now clear,
I want to see your smile.
Three WordsHe who returned my life to light
Now stand within my reach.
There’s no one left we have to fight,
No gaps we have to breach.
He throws himself into my arms,
He sobs into my chest.
He knows that now we won’t be harmed,
These times will be our best.
He gazes up into my eyes
He has something to say.
I think what secret he belies
Will now be clear as day.
He says to me those three small words
Of how he feels for me.
His feelings now free as the birds,
And filling me with glee.
I look at him as he did me,
Our faces oh-so near.
And I too make my feelings free-
“I love you too, my dear.”
I Love You TooHis heart whispers in genuine emotion,
but mine cannot return the devotion.
When I hold his hand there is no affection,
when I kiss his cheek there is no infection
of my hearts tender confection.
There’s a pain in my chest, a guilt.
I’ve become a liar, my web’s built.
With my verbal swords blood is split
as I bury them in his heart, to the hilt
they burrow the jilt.
Yet he doesn’t recognize the pain.
He smiles and laughs, slowly slain.
He isn’t alone, for I suffer a strain,
the inability to actually abstain
so that I might stay sane.
But either way the path is the same.
Both roads are laced in signs of blame,
each speckled with the course of our game,
leading to the destined place of shame,
and neither save him from my claim.
“I love you too.”
UntitledI've spent days walking,
Feeling completely alone.
A simple passing of time,
enough to make me moan.
When the minutes become hours,
And hours become days,
Letting my life slip away,
I'm sick of this place,
But what's a house,
But a haunt,
A toxic existence, leaving me gaunt,
When all I fear,
I fear to tell you my dear,
It's a simple sentence darling,
Why can't I utter it darling?
Is there something wrong with me?
This complex monstrosity,
Eating away inside of me,
A great decay, it anchors me,
The face of an angel.
How beautiful can creation be?
Such divine intervention, it must be!
For you to have been delivered to me,
To silence all my anxieties,
To make me smile,
Maybe stay a while,
In your arms, In your gaze,
Maybe till the end of our days.
There's no more fear, my dear.
How completely foolish was I?
To prolong the joining of you and I,
And now the seraphs of the heavens,
Are raining down good intentions,
And all that's left to mention is this,
No more fear.
LostStumbling through the darkness, hard and cold
These constricting thorns have taken hold.
Yearning to see the brilliant light.
Only to have it fade from sight.
The harder I search, the dimmer it gets.
How long will I last, before calling it quits?
Is it too much to ask for a helping hand?
Or am I supposed to self-reliantly stand?
AdeleI look to stars, and see the light.
I watch the ocean, and feel its might.
I search for God, and find him not,
I see the world as time forgot.
I catch a leaf, to let it fly,
I hear a bird, with morning cry.
Great things I see, upon this place,
And forget them all, to see your face.
For in your eyes, I find my light,
And in your heart, I find my might.
And through your lips, I hear the words,
That put to shame the songs of birds.
Your warm embrace shall be my shield,
Your love the love that will not yield.
And from your kiss, my soul does soar,
To be with yours forever more.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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