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A Coward Angel“Go”, this is what they told you and you turned your back and left. I remember I saw you from the window; it was a summer evening, around eight o’clock when the orange of the sun had painted the sky. That orange light lay on your face. I still remember your expression. Pain, pride, and disappointment. I still remember… I’ve never been an expert on those things, these are complicated things, I don’t interfere, but that rejection hurt. Something you said, something they said; this is how these things happen. One word brings another and you end up hating yourself. But I think you didn’t. You took your things and left, without a word, without a scream, with nothing. I thought of stopping you. I opened that window but cowardice choked my words. I do regret it. How would I know what would happen? How could I foresee that choice? How…, my love…?
I left that house with my head high. I’ve heard enough, I’ve lived enough, I had
The Circle of DustDeath
Body lays on empty floor
Spirit absent from earth now
No breath in and out
Snow covered the ground
A clover fights on the surface
Life wants to be born
Don't Give Up On Me YetNo one is needed where I am
It's cold and dark and lonely
And I'm scared.
I hear you crying on my bed
And I want to try, to fight
But the kiss of death is close...
I won't lie.
I know I wasn't the best child
It goes all over in my mind
But I'm still here, listen!
Mum, it's weird where I am
This bed is foreign, it's not mine
The air in me is dry
And my heart will cry.
Please, mum, don't let me die.
If You Make One More StepIf you make one more step...
I won't follow you anymore.
I'm tired of chasing you all over the stairs of regret.
If you make one more step...
I won't call your name.
Cause you forgot what's mine years ago.
If you make one more step...
i won't wait for you.
But if you come, I won't be here anymore.
If you forget, I'll stop remembering,
And it'll be easy enough as breathing
under the water.
I'll wear a smile on my face;
Because sorrow will be in the soul not in the body.
I'll be alive;
A hollow shell with no heart living inside.
I'll fall down;
Again and again.
But one day I'll get up standing on my own two feet.
But you'll be alone and dead.
So be careful...
If you make one more step.
A Sweet Prison, The Choice to StayHe didn't belong there and he knew it. It sure was comfortable and fancy and he was safe but he wasn't born to be locked inside. He was a traveler; an adventurer who had met the entire world. Cold places covered with snow, warm ones where the heat was unbearable, chilly ones, the feeling of rain on his body. Now, he was caged in a golden palace, restrained to see the world through iron bars. It was his prison.
He didn't have much to do. He had time, lots of time, but he couldn't spend it. The only thing he was doing all the time was jumping from one perch to another. The distance between them was so close that he didn't even make an effort to land on the plastic bar. He thought it was lame to compare that plastic branch with the real wooden ones. Not only they didn't look the same but they didn't feel or smell the same. Those were strong and fresh and alive with colorful flowers on them; these were fake and unknown. They were dead.
Or maybe, the cage was dead. On one side, there was a
A Heart Balloon"Mum! Look! Balloons!!!", the little Tom exclaimed to his mother.
Not far away, an old man, standing beside the ticket office of the amusement park, was selling colorful helium balloons. The young woman, Tom's mother, smiled to the surprised child and patted his head.
"Yeah, Tom. Aren't they wonderful?"
He nodded. "Mum, would you buy me one?"
"No, baby. I bought you cotton candy.", she ate one bite from the pink sweet and tried to feed the boy one, too. The child sealed his lips and refused to eat it.
The mother waved 'no'. Her action angered Tom and the boy started bobbing up down repeatedly. The dad staying behind the two of them, observed the scene with curiosity. When Tom pouted and turned his back to his mother, the woman mimicked his reaction. Dad tried to choke his laughter with great effort. He slipped away leaving the two of them angry. He, then, came back to his two loves holding one heart balloon. He hugged them from behind, getting everyone clos
Caramel LikeWhen the wind blows,
my mind fills with caramel...
I don't know why
And I'm not interested in finding out
It just happens
The wind whispers love songs
on sunny days
Or screams furiously
on cold ones
I can smell your voice
It's like pineapple and kisses.
as my tears
as mother's love to her child
Really, how this love tastes?
Blue, candy, pain, caress?
I don't understand this feeling
The caramel in my mind
Is like balancing on a glassy rope:
Terrifying but still
Red is the theme tonightHe stood there, staring at a big, white emptiness. His eyes blank, hollow. It had been months since the passion had left his body transforming him into a cheap replica of what he used to be. Many didn’t notice the difference, but for the few ones he mattered the most, he was a different person, a stranger. He knew they would criticize him; his best friends. He hadn’t called them or kept in touch for months. They waited there for a sign of his to know he was alright. They waited patiently but the only thing he could do was to stare the white wall. He hadn’t noticed the empty packs of cigarettes and the filthy coffee mugs thrown all over the place. The heavy atmosphere from the smoke didn’t bother him. His body, tired and malnourished, was complaining for comfort but the only thing he was hungry of was passion, inspiration.
Disappointed, he took a half empty mug from the table and walked to the window. With the same resigned look, he gazed the view of his balco
The Factory of Emotions"It is."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is!"
"I told you, already. It's not!"
"What is or not?"
"Life, a theatre.", she replied.
The other stared at her confused.
"If life is a theatre or not.", she made it clear.
Quite spread. The professor spoke again.
"Your statement is quite insulting towards me."
He wasn't mad, amused I could say better. The whole conversation made him excited even though he didn't agree with her opinion.
"Why?", another student asked. "We didn't say you aren't talented!"
"So, you say that I'm playing a role here in class.", he kind of asked.
"Of course. Everyone does.", I said. "Now I'm a student, but at home I'm a daughter, I'll be teacher, a wife in the future, maybe a politician. Everyone plays a role."
"Yes, but these roles aren't the same as in the theatre.", a different student said.
"There, the actors don't choose their roles. They play for a short period of time specific roles. They get into the hero they impersonate. When the act is finished, they become who t
I Can't Sleep.Jealousy overtakes me
To the point where I can’t breathe
But I don’t want to breathe
I’m filled with hate
And I don’t want to be
But I am
And it helps me breathe.
My love is the fuel
To this fire
And for the sake of love
Get me to see the truth
I know the truth
But I can’t think
Emotions never cared about logic
I scream to myself
It has to be me
No one else can help me
I’m stuck in denial
Like a paradox
Now I think I’m okay
But I’m not.
Why can’t I see what you mean?
Why can’t I hear your words?
Why can’t I believe?
Open my eyes…
Make me breathe
In your words
And forget my own
I say to myself.
AftershockIt’s like a storm.
He touches me like lightning, and I feel the electricity.
Sparks exploding around our bodies every single time,
yet every time he shocks me.
He is the rain pounding on me, pouring into me.
And my screams of pleasure, the thunder.
It’s like a volcano.
He is so hot, smoky red hot lava hot.
Spicy, sizzling, blistery heat, always raising my temperature,
and I melt when I am near him.
Burning me with his passion, and then he erupts,
setting a blazing fire inside me.
It’s like a tornado.
Strong, and powerful, my heart races when I see him.
He plays with me, my head spinning like a carnival ride,
until I beg him to let me get off.
And he gets me off with dumbfounding ability,
leaving complete destruction in his path.
It’s like an earthquake.
Rocking me, he shakes up my world.
His violent vibrations making me quiver,
as the walls come crashing down around us.
And when it’s all over I continue to tremble for hours,
NightmaresI don't want to fall asleep
I can't bare to close my eyes
I can't stand what's inside my head
Be it made of truth or lies
'Cause when I fall asleep
The nightmares take place
The worst things I can imagine
Scarier than any screaming face
In my dreams
I see you there
But you're hurting me on purpose
And you don't seem to care
I see you with other girls
And you look so happy
And I'm stood there screaming
Telling you it should be me
But you're not listening
You're too busy having fun
I can't get away from what I'm seeing
No matter how much I try to run
I'm seeing you with girlfriends
I've never even heard of
Telling them they're beautiful
As I start to sob
Then I wake up in the dark
And I'm lying here alone
With no one here to comfort me
Just me on my own
You may think the worst part is over
But it's only just begun
'Cause when I go back to sleep
I know I'll have another one
Nightmares that leave me crying
When I wake up in bed
Wishing every night
That they would stay out my head
But I kno
The Morning StarGod among the dormant
king of divine falsehood
the stench of sin
your skin of lies
thoughts from a mind of wretch
with a soul of plague
master of the cults of a circle with serpents from Eden to rapture
you watch as a raven
as a man
as a beast
bring your tempest of disaster
king of the sulfurous void
your whim be done
the Morning Star
Hold on to my sanity every single day
Im not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.
Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?
You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.
You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.
Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper and deeper.
How many more times do I have to die?
How many life and smiling faces?
How many hearts, until youre satisfied?
Silent LoveI see through the windows of your soul
And although the silence has never been broken
And the words have never been spoken
Your eyes tell me all.
I never did feel as comfortable as I did with you
I know you felt good, too.
I won't forget your eyes open wide
To the beauty of a sunset tide.
When I needed you, you were always by my side
In the dark you were my guide
The best friend I could have,
You always had me in awe.
But your eyes, they warned me that friendship is all you could give,
I never thought you wouldn't forgive.
Now I spill my sorrow in room of black
But that won't bring you back.
The silence has been broken
And the words have been spoken
There are bars of steel on windows
And your eyes are telling me nothing at all.
Like BreathingYour Kiss..
One is just not enough
For it puts me in a rare bliss
Going without it, is just so rough
For every time I see you
I just want to kiss you, its just so hard to resist
Because its all I want to do
For that one time we had kissed...
Was like a drug, so addicting
But also like breathing so natural
Why is it so contradicting
I just hope these feelings are mutual
For all I want now is your kiss
Html codes and Visual Poetry A lot of great writers on dA don't know how to use html codes, which is a real shame, because these codes can really be used to bring out a writer's words. This tutorial will go through several basic codes, good places to use them in your writing, along with spacing and other aspects of visual poetry & writing.
If you haven't noticed, when you open an "Add text" devation, there's a list of HTML codes at the bottom. Most of them look like this . A lot of these match up with the names used for them in Microsoft Word documents, so they should be easy to use. So, let's start off with the basics!
1. Italics <i>
</i>is simply, italics. Got it? Put the i inside the s. See, it's easy! To end any Html code, one puts a slash before the letter i, </i>. Now, for the Visual impact of italics.
Emphasis and Motion
Which means that a good place to use i
A poem about loveLove consists out of pain
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
A Sweet NightmareYou sneak like devil in my mind
You're not at all ashamed!
You smile happily, my love
You enter freely in my dreams
You lay your body next to me
And then I seek you in my dream
But I can't hold your hand
I scream your name in my head
I woke that moment from the sleep
I see you by my side
You wrap me closer in your arms
You whisper me goodnight.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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