Death 'My Loving Intoxication' by xxMistressxGothicaxx, literature
Literature
Death 'My Loving Intoxication'
Death, morbidly beautiful
An end to everything
A spiritual renewal
Yet so shattering
Lives and hearts spattering
Eternally haunting,
Death, dark and haunting
An ending six feet deep
A burial site
Where loved ones weep.
An evil angel
Destined to find you
Wings larger than anything living
With love, I bid you adieux
Just when life was becoming forgiving
Death, a gentle caress
But giving little time for the living to assess
The damage, caused by loss
Emotions, scattered and missing
The snake of decay hissing
Death, a welcoming hand
Sweeping silently across the land
A demon, a darkened cause
Hit play, now hit pause,
Y
can't you people hear them? the voices inside my head? going through the days full of dread and sadness? can't you stop the madness? i can't hear, i can't see, how can it be, that the walls are falling on top of me, crushing me. can't you hear the screaming?! it's killing me, mommy, its killing me! harder they fall, i cant call out, your name, begin the game, the game of hell...
can't you people hear them? the voices inside my head? to go through the days filled with dread and sorrow, i wont be here on the morrow!
Lashing Out at God-my fear- by xxMistressxGothicaxx, literature
Literature
Lashing Out at God-my fear-
Don't let the faces of god fool you.
he doesnt exist or he would treat you nicer.
he would have made you prettier and more loveable. except he made you ugly and invisible to anyone who you
truly care about and its finally taking its toll. do you ever wonder who you are or where you're at? he'll never
tell you that, cuz he's not there, he doesnt care, stop and stare at the life you once knew. you're over now,
you already grew, and now you dont know where to go and who to see, and now its all beginning to flee, your
memory is fading and dancing into a wall of darkness, into the black abyss, who are you to say how to live my
deep and dark
The Season of the Giants by xxMistressxGothicaxx, literature
Literature
The Season of the Giants
Ball in the air, fumble, tackle
Loudspeakers crackle
Fans going wild
The weather warm and mild
Season of the giants
Running up and down the field
The referee blows the whistle
And the players begin to yield
Defense, cheerleaders, offense
Linebacker, quarterback
The coach screaming from way back
"GET THE BALL", beat them all
Score, touchdown
Opponents frown
Fans scream
That's the season of the football teams
Broken Smiles-My Copyrighted Poem
Throw me against the wall, see if I care
You told me to bleed my heart out
But all I bled out was air
You said to cry you a river of tears,
But instead I cried you a river of blood,
This made you angry, almost not here
As you take my face and shove it in the mud
I reversed everything you've said and done
Two hearts no longer combined as one
You beat me to black and blue no matter how many times I say
'I love you'
you home drunk every night, tie me down
try to make it right, after you're through, you continuously
whisper 'I love you' yet as you do, you again beat me to black and blue,
do I not
Death 'My Loving Intoxication' by xxMistressxGothicaxx, literature
Literature
Death 'My Loving Intoxication'
Death, morbidly beautiful
An end to everything
A spiritual renewal
Yet so shattering
Lives and hearts spattering
Eternally haunting,
Death, dark and haunting
An ending six feet deep
A burial site
Where loved ones weep.
An evil angel
Destined to find you
Wings larger than anything living
With love, I bid you adieux
Just when life was becoming forgiving
Death, a gentle caress
But giving little time for the living to assess
The damage, caused by loss
Emotions, scattered and missing
The snake of decay hissing
Death, a welcoming hand
Sweeping silently across the land
A demon, a darkened cause
Hit play, now hit pause,
Y
can't you people hear them? the voices inside my head? going through the days full of dread and sadness? can't you stop the madness? i can't hear, i can't see, how can it be, that the walls are falling on top of me, crushing me. can't you hear the screaming?! it's killing me, mommy, its killing me! harder they fall, i cant call out, your name, begin the game, the game of hell...
can't you people hear them? the voices inside my head? to go through the days filled with dread and sorrow, i wont be here on the morrow!
Lashing Out at God-my fear- by xxMistressxGothicaxx, literature
Literature
Lashing Out at God-my fear-
Don't let the faces of god fool you.
he doesnt exist or he would treat you nicer.
he would have made you prettier and more loveable. except he made you ugly and invisible to anyone who you
truly care about and its finally taking its toll. do you ever wonder who you are or where you're at? he'll never
tell you that, cuz he's not there, he doesnt care, stop and stare at the life you once knew. you're over now,
you already grew, and now you dont know where to go and who to see, and now its all beginning to flee, your
memory is fading and dancing into a wall of darkness, into the black abyss, who are you to say how to live my
deep and dark
The Season of the Giants by xxMistressxGothicaxx, literature
Literature
The Season of the Giants
Ball in the air, fumble, tackle
Loudspeakers crackle
Fans going wild
The weather warm and mild
Season of the giants
Running up and down the field
The referee blows the whistle
And the players begin to yield
Defense, cheerleaders, offense
Linebacker, quarterback
The coach screaming from way back
"GET THE BALL", beat them all
Score, touchdown
Opponents frown
Fans scream
That's the season of the football teams
Broken Smiles-My Copyrighted Poem
Throw me against the wall, see if I care
You told me to bleed my heart out
But all I bled out was air
You said to cry you a river of tears,
But instead I cried you a river of blood,
This made you angry, almost not here
As you take my face and shove it in the mud
I reversed everything you've said and done
Two hearts no longer combined as one
You beat me to black and blue no matter how many times I say
'I love you'
you home drunk every night, tie me down
try to make it right, after you're through, you continuously
whisper 'I love you' yet as you do, you again beat me to black and blue,
do I not
Have you ever been so wanted.
But so left behind
have you ever been so alone
when youre with someone who cares
have you ever been so warm in no ones arms
Theres away that one person,
who no matter what happens,
you will always base what happens next on them
I dont remeber what it was about you
that made me so crazy
But all i do remeber is what made me want to be with you
you where unsafe
you where unsure
you wanted me one day
then wanted me gone the next
i wanted the emotional rolacoaster
It felt some what right to be there when you wanted me
and not have to give you all m time
but that was then
and this is now
I dont wa
Tick Tock- The Devil's Clock by roberttheminstrel, literature
Literature
Tick Tock- The Devil's Clock
Tick Tock- The Devil's Clock
I'm the kind of guy who is found at odd hours
At the kind of places that most men will not go.
I love weird, ancient buildings like old clock towers
From whence I can watch all humanity below.
Tick tock, tick tock. The tower's clock.
And this one little bridge has this one little clock
With a wonderful view of this one college town
Where one night a week one man hears some too loud rock
And tells "that darn fraternity" to keep it down.
Tick tock, tick tock. The old man's watch.
You see, that bridge connects the college to a space
Where there lies a parking lot and a large Greek house
And whether th
I can feel you crawling all over my skin.
Creeping into cracks just because no one is perfect.
I'm the farthest from it.
You know how to get under my skin, and it makes me want to tell you all of my secrets I've ever had, in hopes that maybe you would leave me to lick the wounds you've ripped open.
You're a ghost of a person that haunts my dreams.
A breath of a sigh that blows past my neck.
The touch of a slap that stings my face.
You're the squeak of a scream that pierces my ears.
Who are you?
I'm quiet. i'm emotional. extremely. to the point of the possiblity of bipolar. i write poetry. i have been published in a book twice. i have extreme anger issues. i talk about myself way to often.
A superb amount of things have changed since I was last on dear old Deviant Art 4 years ago.
For one, I'm single and really fucking sick of it. I'm 21 now, instead of 16 when I was last on here.
I don't work at Burger King anymore and haven't since 2013. I now work at Wal-Mart.
I went graduated high school in 2013 and went through a year of college.
I never have time to write down my lit anymore.
I still talk about myself too much.
About to move out on my own. Should be interesting.
So yeah, goodbye 16, hello 21.
Well, this is interesting. It's been 4 years since I have been on my old deviantart account. I am now 21 years old and barely ever write down my poetry anymore. Hello, everyone!
sitting here.
alot has changed since my last entry.
i now work at Burger King.
my mother moved out of town.
i am with a different guy.
have been together for a month.
i live at my dad's again.
i have my car officially. for work only til i get paychecks.
i haven't seen my best friend in forever.
i lost weight.
i sleep zilch.
another random journal.