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If We're So DifferentThere's you and then there's me.
We're both so different and not alike.
Yet every time I'm with you,
My heart begins to spike.
I really don't understand these things.
I mean, we're only good friends.
Or, at least, that's what I assumed,
But my heart confuses me to no end.
So if we're both so different,
I don't like you like that.
I'm right. Am I right?
All I know is my heart whacks me like a bat.
No, it is not possible.
You're only my buddy.
Just because you're not my gender,
Doesn't mean I can stop at you and study.
I must prevent any further thoughts
To enter into my mind.
I must keep myself sane
And our friendship I must again find.
No, I can't love you.
You love that other girl.
You wouldn't even stop to ponder.
You wouldn't even give "us" a whirl.
But if I did tell you...
No, I mustn't even try.
Because if I told you,
You'd only say goodbye.
But what if you asked me first?
Then I wouldn't be so scared!
But that's not going to happen,
So I'm not even prepared.
When you never ask,
Your Surprising FacadeEveryone has their secrets,
Of course, this I know.
But I didn't quite realize
How deeply these secrets could go.
What a difference there is
Once I uncovered the real you.
I thought you were amiable and kind,
But the truth really makes me blue.
I had not idea that you thought like that
And were so wrong in the head.
I had no idea you could've said the things
That you supposedly did.
What happened to the smile
Always written upon your face?
What happened to your generosity
And your kindness and grace?
I don't know what's happened
To you and how you are.
I suppose I don't know you;
The fake you is too far.
Now I can't even glance at you
With the same picture in my mind.
I'm sorry, but it's not my fault.
The real you I did find.
You must be a great actor
If you can pull off two different people.
Everything is so flawless
Like the top of a church steeple.
So we're done with each other,
Or, at least, I'm done with you.
Don't even try to act
Like you don't have a clue.
Goodbye "you", then.
Shut the DoorShut the door.
Block it out.
Only brief respite.
Take your turn.
Take a spin
At life's game.
If you fail,
Taking only brief respite.
Failure is inevitable.
Don't be afraid-
Just shut the door.
One Big MessIt seems as though my life has blurred
Into one problem after another.
Everything I do, I fail at.
Everything I touch, I destroy.
All I want to do right now is sit and cry,
But I cannot.
All I need right now is a big hug,
But there's no one there to offer it to me.
You can be nice, sure.
You can pretend all you want,
But you will never understand me fully.
Your comments really only hurt me
And make me feel worse.
All I want to do right now
I find someone perfect.
Someone who totally understands me
And is willing to offer me
Encouragement and support.
But the only person out there
That fully meets my list of requirements
And I can't offer myself anything.
So I sit, sad and lonely,
On my little island of despair.
And who knows if I'll ever make it back home.
Everything is a mess.
I've made a mess of everything.
And all I can do right now
Is watch things fall apart.
I don't know if they'll ever
Piece themselves back together.
EscapeYou know those times when all you wanna do is disappear?
And you can't wait to be alone?
And your wait is too agonizingly long?
I escape from the torture
And now I'm on my own.
But I'm not alone,
I brought my music with me to live on.
I will never truly be alone
Because I will always have my music.
If anyone tries to take it away from me,
Then I shall be over with and done.
Music is what keeps me living and sane.
Music is my escape.
Dreaming of a Better WorldI'm dreaming of a better world.
One without hate, disagreements, poverty, or evil.
A lion turned to a lamb,
Where whimsical wishes work wonders
And no one is ever left behind.
Where nobody has to get angry
And there aren't difficult decisions to make.
Where life is easy to take,
Like a walk in the summer sun.
Where lives are prosperous and meaningful
And not thrown away into drugs or alcohol.
Where people love each other
Just to be loving.
Where even the buildings smile at you
And encourage you to do well.
Where people can be themselves
Instead of being forced to change by society.
Where right is right and wrong is wrong
Because there is no confusion.
Where appearance and images don't affect anything-
They are just there.
Where worrying about injury is foolish
Because there's nothing to hurt you.
Where God's realm lives on and on
And heaven is the only option.
But this is an impossible dream,
So I wake up and face reality.
Can the world ever be changed for the better?
Down the PathThere are two paths I've come to
And I'm not sure what to do.
So I try my best and give it to God.
His answer, I know, won't be broad.
I sit and wait and ponder a bit.
Then just like that, the answer hits.
Black and white, there is no doubt
Which path God's all about.
It is quite strange to know where to go
When I have been stuck waiting to and fro.
But I still start and walk down
The path leading me out of town.
The decision was a great one,
But I know my life isn't done.
There will be more paths I have to choose.
Sometimes I'll win, sometimes I'll lose.
But I know God's there all the way,
Watching over me every day.
These Things Start SmallI see him looking across the room at me
And I wonder what I've done.
Did I say something bad to him,
Or is he just shielding his eyes from the sun?
I watch her as she turns and sees
My eyes staring right at her.
I blush but can't help feeling good.
I can't stop it- my emotions start to stir.
He stops to talk after math class,
But I don't really know what to say.
It's too bad Lucy already asked me
To go over to her house today.
Courage builds inside of me.
I'm feeling better than ever.
But I still get shut down,
Even after I think I'm so clever.
Today it's my turn to watch him.
And to be honest, I like what I see.
Maybe he really could be
That one perfect guy for me.
I catch her staring by quick glance
And a smile spreads across my face.
She's one of a kind, that girl.
There's nothing that could replace.
Our first date is in an hour,
But there's still so much to do!
Which outfit should I wear?!
Where did I leave my other shoe?!
I can't believe she said yes
And I'm meeting her tonight.
You and Me Against the WorldI'll be nineteen and he'll be twenty-one. He'll be made of scars and half-truths, and I'm sewn together by unfinished stories and abandoned inspiration. They'll say it's wrong because love can't bloom from a broken past. But their warnings will fall on deaf ears because you'll be staring into my eyes in a way that whispers, "It's you and me against the world." So I'll take your hand, our fingers and destinies intertwining to create a whole new adventure.
The first months will be spent in a cramped apartment, bills and heated arguments piled up to the ceiling. I'll cry some nights because you're never home, and I'm fearing the worst. You'll walk in the door at two a.m. one morning, and I'll be in the bedroom, tears and old memories flooding my eyes. And I don't know what will be special about that night, those tears, but you'll break down. You'll hold me and apologize until your voice is hoarse. "It's you and me agai
Human rightsHuman Rights
We all have Human rights, right?
Then tell me
If I can do what I want with my body
Why can't I commit suicide, without arrest, without judgement?
If she can do anything she wants with her body
Why can't she get rid of the baby without being frowned upon?
If we have the right to freedom of speech,
Why can't we speak the truth about our Government's?
If we have the right to own Property,
Why are so many people homeless?
Weak, tired, dying.
If we have the right to be protected from Violence
Then why aren't you protecting us?
Why are you leaving innocent people, children, woman, men, to die in bloodshed?
If we have the right to be treated equal,
Why are blacks, gays, woman, and others, being treated different?
As Rapists, as Murders, as just being different, or as sex objects.
If we have the right to pick religions,
Why are some forced into a religion?
If we have the right to peacefully protest,
Why are we, sometimes, not allowed to?
And when we do,
Why don't you listen
Walk Away, Im doneWalk away
The lies, deceit
You've pushed me
Leave me here
I was fine
Til you opened your fucking mouth
I dont need it
I dont need you.
Just walk away.
A Mother's Heartbreak Romantic heartbreaks can be mended
if carefully tended
by the careful craftsmanship of the mind;
but when her heart is impaired
by her own child's despair;
the pain is worse than all others
To the VeinTo the vein that wasn't cut
To everyone who called me a slut
Just let it be known,
I can stand on my own
Though I still have the need
I refuse to bleed
My scars haven't healed
but my wounds have all sealed.
I'm ready to throw out my blade
and to watch my deepest hurt fade.
For three long years,
my blood was my tears...
So To The Vein That Wasn't Cut
I am Enough.
Such is Life, C'est la VieWe are born into a world of inherited problems,
fed by the obstinate, inevitable human nature.
This domain where all things,
Wholesome or wicked,
exist for the sole purpose of living for God.
There is darkness and light;
Mais c'est la vie.
Here, where people and seasons can find common ground;
there are Winters and Springs,
Summers and Falls.
Those with fire inside are Summer's comrades,
those taciturn or apprehensive; Winter's bleak spawn.
Then those left over are Springs and Falls;
equivocal and tranquil, ensnared amid.
These are people, c'est la vie.
Each personality is a snowflake,
Perfect in its distinctiveness;
though some choose to hide,
put on masks branded, "Today's Standards".
Those truly courageous are not those clad in armor,
But those who let their true colors shine forth.
Their freed spirits cry, "C'est la vie!"
There are battles fought with metal, fire, or gas;
where the meadows are watered with martyrous blood.
These wars walk simu
BorrowedTwo friends sat side-by-side one night,
talking over the "why?"'s and "how?"'s.
But the out of the blue,
friend number two groans, "I hate my life;
just kill me now."
The first friend just smiled,
a kind look in his eye;
and calmly began to say,
"I'm sorry mate; I'd do anything for you,
but your life's not mine to take.
It belongs to God and God alone;
Life's a gift sent from above.
The Father gives and the Father takes
in his endless acts of love."
The first just stared at his good ol' pal;
then looked out at the darkened yard.
Then he finally said, "If he loves me, my friend;
why'd he make my life so damn hard?"
"Well, life is full of bumps in the road;
things to prepare you for what's to come.
You think your life's rough?
God too had it tough;
he watched the death of his only son."
"But problem after problem keeps bombarding me, man;
I swear it sees no end!
It's like I have no choice;
like no one hears my voice--
like I'll be struggling unt
TwistedEverything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
At my last breath.
When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones
Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles
At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell
To really understand this world of opposition
When I try to call my friend
Turns out she’s the enemy
And when I think I’m singing
I’m actually really cursing
And all around me
They all just do the same
When normality's are no longer normality's
I’m so confused
When Beauty is ugly
And scars are lovely
Gets pretty hard to disgui
The Steampunk Radicals: PrologueThe year is 2072. The world is resting in near ruins, torn mercilessly apart by the prideful nature of human beings.
How, you may ask? What could possibly be so vast in ghastliness that it affects the entire world?
It started with the former United States— the proud eagle perched proudly, watching over all the rest of the world as it always had done.
It was the result of rivalry between the states; an accumulation of pent up emotions and tensions between them that eventually broke. After all, fervent forces will only grow in strength until they are one day released in an unconquerable riot.
It began in 2045, and has been this raging, inferno-like war for nearly thirty years now.
But perhaps you still are having trouble comprehending. You see; once upon another time the state of Washington was caught receiving secret shipments of Alaskan resources; and further investigations showed that an underground society had begun plotting an uprising… though the
Make Her SmileJust do it boy, make her smile!
Even if it only lasts a little while.
It might just happen to make her day
In every possible way.
Just tell her a joke to make her laugh.
It'll get her through a tough class of math.
Compliment her hair and the way it's worn.
It'll lift up her mood from being torn.
Give her a playful little shove.
You never know- you may earn her love!
Even trying to smile too
Will help both her and you!
So just do it, boy, help her out.
You never know what this could be about.
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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