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I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?
Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?
"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."
"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.
I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.
My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.
The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.
I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?
My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the blade into my wrist,
Dragging it up and down,
Relishing the cold fire.
The world turns to mush,
And everything happens in slow motion.
The door bursts open,
Revealing my parents and sister.
They drag me out of my blood-soaked bed.
I smile a ghostly smile,
One of death,
Mixed with satisfaction.
They can't help me now.
No one can.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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