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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
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
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
AfraidI am afraid.
And by afraid I do not mean
Scared to lose you,
Dreading the way
When you'd walk away,
Or frightened by the chance
That the Moon should collapse in the sea
And that you should cease to love me.
I am afraid of what love
Will have us be.
I will change and claim you,
I will hold you and never
Desire to release you.
I am afraid of the beauty
Which you would put in me;
For behind any beauty
There also lies a beast.
And I fear that you
As a lady will see me,
When I am but a girl.
I am afraid that one day
I will desire you
And so crave you
That I would grow hungry...
Then, you shall be afraid as well
For I will have become a flame.
You may take care of me,
Defend me, see that I am safe,
But who can protect you
From my desire when it grows insane?
Your Seductive Bedroom EyesYour seductive bedroom eyes
Always gets my attention;
I often find it hard to resist
Your sensuous feminine charms,
But then again, what man
Would be foolish enough to?
When you press your sweet
Silky body onto me,
You ignite a flame that no other could;
I feel the palms of my hands
Start to sweat & my body
Quiver all over.
The way you kiss my lips
& caress my body with your
They spark up new feelings
Long since then locked away,
Till I met you.
But it's those seductive
That get me so hypnotized,
Unable to walk away,
Unable to resist you.
You tease me with your
"Come hither" glances
The way you sexually curl your lips
Into a mischievous smile,
Filled with lust.
You are my bedroom angel
Never afraid to go the distance,
When love becomes hot.
As the flames grows hotter
So does your passion;
Refusing to let go,
Making love in any fashion.
Whatever the occasion
Of the evening hours;
Your bedroom eyes,
Display a sensual passion
That's forever ours.
I, Adam Dawson Do not Believe in FateA total stranger
impacted by one lie
the lie she wasn't good enough.
The dark shadows that masked her eyes,
and the way my approach
had startled her so suddenly.
They say some souls are meant to reach,
whether through force,
or just fate.
I personally don't believe in fate.
Yes, I Adam Dawson
do not believe in fate.
Red LingerieShe wore red tonight
That color always was
A beautiful sight.
That Goddess of mine,
Her hot body always
Blew my mind.
From her bountiful bosoms
To her well sculpted thighs;
Her untainted figure,
Was my natural high.
Her skin soft like silk
& lips so sugary sweet;
I am unable to turn away
When I look into
Her hypnotic eyes,
I always get weak
In the knees.
No nightgown tonight
Just red lingerie;
It's her way of saying,
"Our love is here to stay."
Pull me back
from this white
cloud, a viscid realm
that thirsts my senses
paint my sky
with the most violent scarlet
your imagination can incarnate
through your hands
when the skin throbs
in the venter, in the mouth,
when we become abstract
becoming a ramification of veins,
desires, elusive emotions
din acest alb
nor, lume vascoasa
ce-mi exacerbeaza setea
cu violenta rosului
pe care doar imaginatia ta
il poate reincarna prin mainile tale,
cand pielea paseste sacadat
in vintre, in gura, cand ne abstractizam
si devenim doar o ramificatie de vene,
pulsiuni, emotii evazive
nailsSpeak in Tongues
against my teeth and
write your story on these broken molars.
Bridge the gap with
fluids best left unsaid
(you disgust me)
and maybe we can cum to an understanding.
I'll carve my lies into your skin
while you burn the truth from my eyes
Maybe we're broken but
I like it that way.
Anointed in as your sins.I am the embodiment of your sins.
I am your greed, gold in color and always asking for more.
I am your lust, swirling in amber with a slip of my tongue upon your flesh.
I am your wrath, rolling in a fit of redden anger.
I am your sloth, lounged in white, sleeping in between your sheets.
I am your gluttony, always craving more, more, more...
I am your pride, held purple in my state of royalty.
I am your envy, green with what never, can fully be mine.
I am your sins. Full bodied. Anointed.
La hermana de Mangel (Rubius y tu)Holaa, soy la hermana de Mangel, ______ tengo 20 años, viví toda mi vida en L.A, y decidí mudarme a Madrid con Mangel, luego lo conocí a él y todo cambio...
CAPÍTULO 1: La llegada
Estaba todo listo para que me vaya, no había dejado casi ropa en casa de mis padres, no me preocupe por mi habitación porque Mangel tenía un cuarto solo para mí, era casi una imitación del original.
Mama: Lista hija?-.
______: Claro ya salgo mama-.
Salí de mi habitación con valijas y un bolso, ese día me puse una remera blanca por encima del ombligo que decía 'Kiss me' en letras negras, un short color rosa, los colores iban en degradación de rosa a blanco y unas botitas vans negras, mi cabello lo cambio cada época o cada mes mejor dicho, ahora estaba rosa y morado, me puse una diadema de flores rosas y blancas.
Mis padres me llevaron hasta el aeropuerto y esperaron que el avión despegara, estaba nerviosa, el avión d
Persuasion? Compilation of guilt,
is maybe the only right
Something meant to be,
should be let past.
Hesitation can prevent,
but nothing can separate:
will change that desire.
Lustfully giving in
to the temptation:
it just looked so good.
How could I keep saying no?
I'm not easily persuaded,
so you better feel
I could seriously do that
and that look.
just one little taste;
So it is;
entering the world
of the sexually explicit.
Title XIt was a hot day unlike any other summer day. The sun was like a cat clawing the sky in the summer evening as if it were a curtain.
It was a hot summer day and the dark sidewalk was melting away as a slow weak breeze blew across the land.
All of the creatures under heaven's doom were dying from the heat of the day. Yes; all of the creatures under heaven's doom were dying from the heat of the day, save for two creatures.
They are two creatures who under Helios’s pitiful kingdom; his eyes burning through the land every soul that inhabits the land of the cruel summer.
Helios’s eyes burned through everything except for a passionate love that hid behind a window.
Behind that window a different god had managed to burn the bodies that are inside the room that it must belong too. Eros has burned a golden arrow through two men.
Eros himself watches these hunks he touched with his arrow.
He saw as they both walked in the morning
He saw as the both made eye contact
He saw how they bot
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