ChangesIt's interesting how as you get older,Summer becomes less and less of a break.Things change, for better and for worse,Leaving one to only wonder how things could have been.The old and the new,the good and the bad,Sometimes you just feel like a hollow shell,Life whistling on through you as time goes by.But somehow life goes on,And as hard as it is to find the light at times,It's there, and you will see it,If you only keep trying with all that you have.
YouYou are the source of all my happiness,The root of all my pain.A bitter sweet love I seem to have for you,But when I think of the things you have done,Then back to myself,I wonder why it had to be you...You of all people, I fall for,Deep and slowly, although fully aware.I talk to you and I think my heart stops,A joyous feeling, oh so happy indeed,But when I remember you have somebody else,A part of me whines, and cries and dies,Silently as I wince from the hole forming in my heart,A put on a smile,And pretend its alright.
Insults"Get a life""Make some friends for once.""Crazy, just like his hair over there.""Do you EVER wear any colors?!""Nerd.""Why don't you use your own imagination.""Get a haircut.""Show me your wrists.""Hey, the emo kid!""I bet he's goth.""Are you always depressed?""Just get out of here.""Dumbass.""What would you know?""Even I'm smarter than you.""Dude, you're a complete retard.""So annoying.""I think all your little 'stories' are just lies.""Do you ever even get out?""How could you not know that?"Daily abuse, a pill of resistance, and you might be able to rise above it.
DeafenWorld, why must you do this to me? Throw more sadness my way;Make it harder to stand up without a helping hand.World why must you do this to them? Make everyone go silent;Make it sadder to see the world move on in Happiness.World why take an Angel? Why take one of your Own back?Why must you take the Angel of our friends?Make them Deaf to Joy? Make them Hear the Sour Notes?World, you don't win. We maybe Deaf but we do See.We love our Angel, a true friend, a fun talker, a good occupier.A Fighter. A Lover. An Angel.World, I go Deaf by Will, not by your Sick power.Even Deaf though, I Sing, I Listen. I Know.I won't Forget. I will Always be Deaf.But I will Never be Blind.World, you've done enough, you've made the Tears fall, you've made the Minds ache.But World; I never will Cry. You won't win.Sadness and Cruelty cannot beat Happiness and Love.You've Lost World, We've Won, and You started it all with an Angel.I still miss Him, World... Why must you do this to Me? To Him? To
A lie...I can't smileFeel the happinessFeel the meaningI'm a robotI'm a lieFeeling the darkness,Feeling the sorrowI don't liveI don't dieFeeling the emptinessFeeling the lossOf a life
One more Year.The brown plains of Autumn.The leaves wave with the wind.Atop a hill, round like a domeStands Death, what may it bring?The high hill starts to flatten,The wind stops blowing, abruptly.Death moves in a swift pattern.He stands before me and says calmly:"I will bring you winter,but spring will return,to be then blessed with summer.The rain will come, and it'll be your turn."
Dawn DawnStand still at the coming of sunrise.The ebon vault of night fading.Heralding the day with colors of flame.As it has since times beginning.Close your eyes and feel the warmth.Forget today, tomorrow and yesterday.Center yourself in the moment.The birth of a new dawn.Reach out with your senses.Into the brightness of the moment.Wrap yourself in the sunrise.Encased in warmth and light.No matter the world around youNo matter the problems that hound youCelebrate in the moment.In warmth, in light, in life.
The Night SkyI looked up at the starshanging on the black sky.Is there a meaningfor loved ones leaving?Some so young.Some just done.Always a why?As I stare at the sky.In the endwe all die.Just isno why.Left to liveand try.Being alonelyguy.
I meant to turn left...The dream is always the same...Been getting it since the 4th Grade.There's this girl and we're kissing.Holding each other tight...no, tighter...no, tighter...I can feel her body up against mine.Her lips on my lips.Soft skin.We kiss more and more...in my sleep I can feel it all...then she pulls away...andShe has no face.She's never had a face.Sometimes her hair changes...Use to be blonde, then redand nowblack.A wise person once told me"When your life is perfectthere will always be one partthatislacking."I stepped out of the restaruant in Beverly Hillsandwalked across the courtyard.I was texting a friendwho wastelling me "I should listen to you more"andthat her boyfriendreally did love herjust like I said.I walked out and turned rightwhile textingI didn't mean to turn rightAcross the courtyardwas abistrowithone occupied tablewith two people.I turned right whenI meant to turn leftI walked and thought"What a nice place tocomeback to with my l
Damaged GoodsOn her Facebook she writeshow lonely she is.She tells peoplehow she wants a manShe cries becausemen treat her badbut...When they treat her goodshe doesn't want themIf they aren't perfect looking menshe will not date themyetshe postsunderwear shotsandbikini shotsbut...she wants a guy that loves her for hernot her sex"for real"Her words.Her boyfriends abuse herHer lovers use herHer life is lonelyHer Facebook is sadbut..sheonlywantsthe perfect guytallrichcool carown apartmentcool jobin shapepolitehandsomeandnicebut...she never finds him.I know cause...it says soonherFacebook.
Popular on dA *****EDIT*****Some people say to me "Your art sucks"But I ignore you.I think i'm a terrible artistplease thought, go away.I want to be an artistbut my art isn't good enough.I believe in myself. I work hard.But it doesn't help.But if I keep tryingI'll be the best artist I know.I'm no popular deviantbut i'm proud of myself.And if your not popularI solute you.
JudgingNo matter color of skinCulture or sexual orientation,Beliefs, religion, or even simple opinions!Judging is wrong, you cannotJudge people on their beliefs,Because it is beyond wrong,And can lead to suicides.Can you live with blood on your hands?You will be judged, no matter what,For that we cannot change.Do not stoop to their level,For no metaphors are needed hereTo prove why this is wrong.
Starbucks and LustI'm inside staring out a windowshe sits on a black steele chairHer pale white skinis as pristineasthe white lap topshe runs her fingers overI am entranced by herbutit's her tatoo sleeveon her right armthatcalls to mea detailed pieceof living arta laurel crowna top a skeleton headwith hearts as eyesand across withblack bordersabove andin betweentheheart eyesan upside downand slightlyelongatedblackened heartwhere the noseshould befollowed by askeleton mouthofteethnot smilingorfrowningfollowed byamazing rosesthat wrap all around her elblowdown to her wrist.The art isasbeautifulas her.She has sleeves on both armsand ink on her thighonly a hint I can seeher bleached denim shortshidethe rest.Her red hairpulled back bya blue and white bandannaand her nose ringshinesagainst that milk skinA white sleeveless Tgabs her bodyand with each breathher chest riseswith a sting of brown beads down the middleI stare from behind my laptopShe i
The Monster in the MirrorSimon stood in the bathroom of his apartment, staring at the mirror, and made mental notes of every change in his appearance. The face staring back at him was like a stranger to him, and he was disgusted by it.Simon rarely ate these days, so now his face was gaunt. That, along with his sickly, greyish-blue complexion, made him look like a corpse. His thin face also made his milky white eyes and the long, grotesque nose stand out even more. His hair was now almost completely gray, no longer showing any hint of the dark brown it used to be. It framed his face like a dreary curtain. He had long given up on taming it, just as he had his beard. His hair grew at an unnatural rate, and by now, no matter how often he shaved and cut it, it was hopeless. Even his teeth were different; weeks ago, he lost each tooth one by one, and they were replaced by longer, pointed, shark-like teeth.As much as it pained him to say so, there was a part of Simon that was glad Betty left before she could see wh
Speak in SequenceYou can foldand you can breakand you can holda masquerade.Just as longas you play a songthe strings are strongwhen your heart is on.But slowly nowthe chapter endsthe sun dips downand you close the lens.A dearest lovewhom I shall not forgetMy soul was fullAnd you filled it.
Death we fearFull of tears and death we fear. Losing a friend makes us deaf, from positive things in life we want to see and hear.We live in a big world, with a fast counting clock, ticking at time, non-stop.It counts down years, hours, minutes, and seconds before we die. After death, our next stop is the after-life.From big pimps, to simple life monks. All beings; every man, women, and child, Big and tall, round or thin, short and small. There is one thing in common with us all.It is death we share.Sooner or later, the earths end is near. Mortals will fall, the dead will rise.All will be judged in front of the creator himself, in his hands the book of life.But death may I ask you "Why?"God's angels have brought us here, helping us to conquer fear. They have helped us from going astray.But death, you can't just simply take Y0UR4N63L, our friend Alex away.written by sniper347