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UntitledIf I could tell you that I miss you--
That I love I do--
But I know that you don’t--
Why I even bother to petition the gods of love…
For your thoughts, for a sign, for you?
I don’t know why?
If I could have you
I know I’d give my life
Just to be with you!
But you don’t care that I love you
It’s just a phase to you.
I pray for you
And hope for you
But not even flowers blossom that fast
And your mind is just cold
And your eyes are just old
But you’re so cool to me
I’d be in your brave heart
And be with your iron life
If you’d open the gates
And let me into your garden
This night wouldn’t be as cruel.
Fire burns and roses sprout
I count every hour of the day
Till I meet you once again
Sometimes Time deceits-
And you're not there…
Other times Time rewards-
And we lose hours in a river of lust
Oh how painful every second is-
I wasted time down the drain….
And how bitter sweet it is when you're there-
The wait was worth the while….
And when you hold me virtually –
Every flower blooms with excitement
But when you're not there—
The night freezes every living being.
He is evil and cunning---
But not like you;
You're sweet to me.
SinI’d like to be inside of you, but you’re too big; I don’t fill your space at all
I’d like to sin with you this night; you’re just a saint- holy and incorruptible
How I long to take you down….. Like you take a wall apart; brick by brick- you pound at it like a hammer upon ice-----
If I could give you my love- and our blood could become the same and flow in each other’s bodies….
We could take a holy communion without God, but be like him and save each other from virtue.
Light and darkness mix in my head and become inseparable from one another-like milk from cows….
I implore to you my dear; forget about your holiness and touch upon the earth--- she’s found a place for us here; lets sin my dear….
God surely has sinned too, yet we wouldn't know it; but let us not keep it a secret from one another……
Be my Saint George; sly the beast that is awake in me……. Let me take your body and redeem myself
The Devil Part TwoJohn Belmar has blond hair and a pair of blue eyes that fright the living daylight out of any person he meets. He’s neither tall nor short and has nice frame about him. When he was in high school he was the most athletic guy in the whole school; sitting as the football captain and wrestling leader. When he graduated he graduated with a four point o grade point average and with many honorable mentions and three scholarships. Mr. Belmar was the best of his class, no one could compete with him for halve of his mates quit upon being impressed by him and put themselves in second post behind his back and the other halve was already in the outer box doomed from the start. Mr. Belmar lost his parents after finishing his career and became the richest man in Blooden after he inherited their money. He married Jane Louis who was considered the most beautiful woman in her class and converted to her church upon marriage. Jane gave birth to two sons and a girl who John loved a lot and became ve
The Devil Part OneThe Devil Part One
The Devil once walked the streets of Blooden, California; every afternoon after dusk he’d walk around every corner of a town which though itself a city. He marched through Blueberry Lane Fourth Street, parade past Presidents Avenue, and step slightly on South Street.
The Devil loved Blooden, California way too much. He made himself at home there. Saint Paul’s Catholic Church was his palace, the Baptist Chapel his hotel room, the city council his main lobby, and every house in Blooden is his holy dome. He also ate in Blooden; for breakfast he’d eat at one of three fast food chains, at noon he had as spicy lunch with lots of jalapenos warped in a burrito at the local El Paso Restaurant, and for dinner he dined at the local relief shelter. The Devil lived in Blooden, California.
Blooden is a small town situated at the foot of the Central Valley. It was no larger than the a thousand people and boasted of a small economy the maintained a pack
BusI've wanted to write a poem about my bus rides
But I can’t stand still enough to seat all the way through this ride
Zeus! - This ride has been rare to say the least.
I see the bus driver and his heart warming smile
I see brothers who oppose each other.
Sometimes as the wheels roll
I get a good dose of sunlight
Other days the sky is dull and humid and depressed
As the bus rocks sometimes I see other people like me
Yet they’re not like me. And old Mexican woman from Oaxaca
Some Mexican men who are brunt from working in the under the reign of Helios
And they probably seek for Guadalupe’s help from day to day.
I've also seen homeless people with no God to call theirs.
Who roam from town to town, seeking friends and strangers, and they are always reproached by family.
I think once I also saw a transgender individual with her supportive brother or lover…. Seating next to her, meanwhile I thought that sight was sweet and heartwarming.
Though a most peculiar sight that
PaperShe came to our house and talked about many things that were written upon paper
She talked about happiness; her discourse came from a piece of paper
She conversed about God’s Law; and that too came from the same piece of paper
She insulted the beauty of the World
She suggested that Hawaii is a showcase of God’s beauty and hand about!
But I've seen the wonderful Monarchs in the forest of Mexico
As they flutter about
Shading green pines with their orange wings
Taking over every leaf that was colored green
Fluttering a ballet of life and dance in the light of the sun that came through a concealed forest
They were the best thing I have ever seen; yet this woman put it all upon paper along with Hawaii; a beauty that I’ll dream about and one that’s only on paper
And erased a moment so precious that must be restored from ashes of burnt paper
For why should beauty and happiness be found only upon paper?
And also why should we follow laws given by God and Governme
The American Dream is a LieThe American Dream is a lie
A creation crafted by Rich Men
I order to keep……. The poor dreaming
To keep the poor dreaming, about the rich, and to distract them
To distract the poor from asking their unhumble Politicians
From…. Improving human condition
The American Dream is a bed time story
That is told to poor children
So that they may envy Rich children
And forget about poverty and hunger
The American Dream allows us to deny that the country is astray
That our Republic is slipping down the pipe lines
That the Capitalist Harlots are molesting this Nation
They are molesting this Nation under one God
That one God is green
And has promised diamonds and happiness to his cult members
And has promised an illusion that is more false then Disney’s promise of love
That God is The American Dream
And his High Priest seats in the White House, the church of that almighty God!
No matter what banner hangs behind the high alter
No matter the color of the banner
The SnakeI was asleep
And found myself
In a tropical forest with pink ferns
And tall trees
With a dark and warm night
And light breeze
Blew across the dreamy scenery
I was on a tree
And a snake slithered up to me
It commenced to talk
And what could it talk about?
All snakes inquire, that’s what they do.
The snake asked me to consider if I, if I’d like to beaten by it
It hissed it tongue up and down
And gazed at me with black button eyes
Anticipating an answer
I considered the thought of being beaten.
Would it hurt? How should I know?
It might tickle? It might burn?
Thought it’d be just like dying; how can anyone know if hell and heaven are there?
I thought once more…. Knowing that if I said no, I might never get another chance to get bitten by a snake
-Talking or not-
I answered yes-no-yes- Oh hell yes
Before I could change my final answer
He bit me……………..
Pain ran up my leg
I woke up with a cramp …….
That vile dev
four.you told me you loved me today
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so i admitted that
you make want me
Love Hurts (Matt X Tord) pt. 5
"where are we going?" Matt asked, Tord smiled, "you'll see." He then handed Matt a gun. "w- whats this for?"
"just bring it along."
Matt shruged and followed.
Matt and Tord went downtown where it was night and glommy. Tord and Matt hid behind a wall, that was next to a liquor store. "what are we doing?" Matt asked. Tord kissed him, "dont be scared, just follow my lead" The two both put on a mask. and went in.
"DRIVE! DRIVE!" Matt screamed. Tord did, the two went back to their camping area. Tord laughed as he landed the bed, "Matt that was so fun!" Matt didnt smile, "WE ALMOST GOT KILLED!" Tord chuckled. Matt eyes begin to flood with tears "ITS NOT FUNNY, TORD!" he cried. Tord stopped and walked over to Matt, "but we didn't." Matt sniffed, "thats not helping."
Tord hugged Matt on the back, "i- im sorry, Matt. I thought we could've tried something new." Matt still sobbed, "please stop crying" Tord tolled him. "i- i cant" Matt sniffed, "cause i do
Love Hurts (Matt X Tord) pt 2 During their break in school, Edd raced to his friends. "Hey guys!" he told them, Matt smiled, "Edd!" i need to tell you something!" "what about us?" Tom asked. Matt thought "Edd will tell you guys later" he told them, then took edd behind a tree.
"what is it?" Edd asked, Matt smiled, "i think im in love!" he said but not too loud. "Really?" Edd said, "with who?" Matt bit his lip, "uh... well we ment last night, i was getting mugged-"
"WHAT?!" Edd cut him off, Matt sighed, "then he saved my life, i dont know his name, buuuut, i feel in love with him" Edd facepalm then looked at his friend, "its not love when you dont know his name and saves your life. Its called being a friend" Matt scoffed, "it is so called love, it was love, Edd. Love!" Edd sighed, "eh, okay?"
The two came back, Paul and Tom were talking about girls, Edd decided to join in. Matt felt weird but stayed with his friends. "psst" a voice said. Matt looked around. There at the gate benches was a hand tell
Love Hurts (Matt X Tord) pt. 1 Matt is a ginger. A 14 year old ginger. That has a secret. A secret that he hasn't told any of his friends. Not Tom, Paul, or Edd. But today was the day when he was going to give it up.
Tom sighed as he sat down next to his friends, Matt gulped as he saw his friends sitting down waiting for him. He finally sighed, "alright" he said jittery, "i- i dont want any of you to get mad. O- or hate me. But i need to tell you something that i hid from you three for a very long time." Matt took a deep breath and finally spit it out, "i- im gay." The three of his friends all looked at each other, jaw opened, confussed, or with an 'what the hell?' look. Edd coughed and stood up, "uh.... we dont hate you, Matt o- or mad. We're just shooked."
Tom sighed, "at least he said it to us, before we found out our selves" Edd nodded. Paul rubbed the back of his neck, "i- its fine with me" he smiled. Matt did the biggest smile ever "THANKYOUSOMUCHGUYS!ILOVEYOUALL!" Matt saw their faces of what he s
AskingThey all ask for you after the end.
But somehow we have a beginning.
This was a complete accident.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
I was supposed to be like them,
Asking for you.
I don't want that anymore.
But now you're asking for me.
And I'm terrified.
Four EW fanfiction pt. 1
As usaual Edd and his three friends sat on their one couch watching TV. "Hey everyone!" Matt said, "remember how we all meet?" The three thought for a moment. "i do" Tord said smiling. "Me too" Edd said, Tom shruged, "same." Matt smiled, "if only we could go back in time-" Suddenly a portal out of no where and out came their future selfs.
"we are you from the year 20-" Future Matt got cut off by Future Tom landing where they were at. "anyways" he continued, "one of you have to come with us to save our future."
The four looked at each, "whyyyyyy?" they asked at the same time. Future Edd cut in, "because it ruins your friendship, Tord leaves, Tom's gets boring, Matt gets vainer, and Edd. You die."
Edd was about to gasp, until, "wait, if i die, how come your alive?" Future Edd stopped, "uh... cause... Thats not important!"
"so.... where do we go back in time?" Tom asked. Future Tord said, "well if you listen for once, you would know" Tord smiled, "we g
LostFar away was a block or two
Far away was until I met you
You were across the state, I didn't care
My feelings for you were beyond compare
And now you're flying across the nation
Leaving here, so there you will station
I wish you wouldn't go away
I have never felt so far away
UntitledI take a drag from
His cigarette, and
The burn feels like
I taste a smooth drink
From his Sauvignon Blanc
And flashback to summer nights
With tequila and drunken giggles
And remembering just how much
Younger you were than me.
His eyes- filled with that glimmer
A man only gains with experience
Inside a woman's lingerie-
Are never as satisfying as yours were.
Every unfamiliar curve of my body
Amazed you and every gasp and moan
You managed to draw from my mouth
Made you smile like you just
Discovered magic does exist.
If you left any marks
You apologized as if you'd
Spilt water on the Mona Lisa.
As well as he treats me, and
As jealous as all of my friends are,
He pales in comparison to the way
We discovered each other and how
The blue of your eyes became
My ocean that summer.
If it kills me. Three things I've learned this year.
one. successfully stealing away a married man is nothing like I'd hoped.
I'd spent so long telling myself that you wold never leave her. When you
finally did I was more disgusted with myself and you than I ever imagined.
I have loved many a married man, I had trained myself to embrace the ending.
When it turned into a beginning I didn't know how to react. On cold mornings
waking in your bed I still find myself waiting for you to go. Forgive me.
two. when you love someone so desperately that you'd change literally every aspect of yourself to appease them, it is time to exit.
You made me so fucking scared of everything. You handed me all of your insecurities. I embodied them the best I could. I threw down my values and donned an apron for you. I grew to hate you. I hated myself. I hated our life together. I grew old. I took back my snarl. I raised my fists. I began to love you indifferently.
IntoxicationWhat can intoxicate the brain faster than a gulp of beer?
And make the soul sink to the deepest abyss in the ocean?
What would I give to live in a different version of reality?
One in which you and I are in each other’s arms –kissing and loving
Kissing and loving our hours away
Wasting our hours away every second
Wasting every second of the night in the company of the long and dreadful night
But instead I miss you as the cold and dreadful night devours my dreams
I miss you as my thoughts take ride on a train that run into a wall of misery
I miss you as you; yet I know you might not even thing of me, let alone miss me
I’d wait upon a dock; only if I knew the truth.
If knew that you miss me too and want to put an end to darkness of the night
But it might be in the darkness of the night
That you make love to her and not me; and she consumes me with the coldness
And takes my heart away; beat after beat
She won’t let me go
Because it is you; who can intoxicate my bra
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