44 Recent Deviations
BrokenDeserted was the way you ran awayBroken by ~ClearYourHeartLetGo
Past far beyond the breaking point I went
Luggage in hand I could never repay
I watched you leave crushed but hardly bent
The love you sent meant nothing but sad traps
You tried to start a new searching for grips
In my heart you decided to be scraps
Going through trials I only could make rips
In the cloth that was our family; gone
Was when you said you would forever care
One day you will think at the peak of dawn
That days you will miss the presence I bear
It will be too late because you have misspoken
While I’m clearly broken
Let me be your poem.Let me melt the cold pain from your skin, transform into the sun and heat your hurt––so it evaporates into white clouds of hope that inspires the trees to sway.Let me be your poem. by *rociobelindamendez
Let me touch you like the first story I've ever read in brail, after deciding to go deaf before letting another sound replace your voice.
Let me shatter every tiny ounce of doubt from your being, using the weight of my love for you–– to demolish it's once relevant place in your thoughts.
Let me carve holes in to the night sky, so you can see how my universe revolves solely around you, making the moon shine bright with jealousy.
Let me fly you to the nearest nebula, so we can finally be as high as this love makes me feel.
Let me drive you crazy like a mirage in a desolate desert, making you crave it so much you imagine it in front of you, dying for a taste.
Let me be the sun to warm you and you can be the rain to cool us down, and we can make the sky blush a million different colours.
Let me be the baseli
Go, Going, GoneLet it go, close your eyes, freeze the flow, help it die-- it's unneeded, damn conceited, kill it, crush it, leave it stampeded. --That love has come and gone, just like night dying at dawn, what will perish, once was born, doesn't mean it cant be torn—Go, Going, Gone by *rociobelindamendez
Suddenly ripping like a paper, disappearing fast like a vapour, fucking you without consent, like a violator.--It happens quick, other times slow, quite the blow, like a bow to the chest, quite the mess, you become a pawn, just like in chess, you're sacrificed to save the rest, even if you try your best, at the end of the day love needs a rest.
Let it drop off the wall, like a poster about to fall, first come the edges, then it's a stall, right to the end when it sticks fuck all. Roll it up n put it away, thought it was definitely gonna stay, kept the heavy wind at bay, well you know what they say-- all's well that end's okay, so fuck my life, on this beautiful day!
Rocio Belinda Mendez
#liveLive it long, and hard and strong––what you need will come along.#live by *rociobelindamendez
Don't be so hard on little you––we're all visiting, just passing through
Today is all we ever get––time to live with no regret.
Stop delaying your happiness––waiting around for God to bless.
You're here and that's more than enough––no doubt it can get a little tough.
There's always a chance for a fresh start––gotta see through the problem's beating heart.
See the hurt as if it were armour––see death as nature's hooded charmer.
We're born, then we run into a knife––what's in between is our life.
Don't sit wishing it all to change––take a chance and widen your range.
Don't compare yourself with the person beside you––they may be doing exactly that... with you.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
IntelligenceIntelligence by ~janosevic
Intelligence, what is that? Are we slaves by it or just users? Lets think about it. We are grasping everything what is important for as, aren't we? But what about others? Are we satisfied by their decisions or do we want to bend it because our intelligence said so. We portray ourselves as saviors, as someone who knows better than the others. We think of us as the "good" and others as the "evil". We want to control them, to minimize their freedom. We make them choose by our will, because we think it is the best for them. Is it really? Shouldn't we let them decide? It is their life. We could try to direct them to the right path... But wait... What is the right path? Do we really know it. We think we do, but sadly it is just an illusion. There is no right path. There is just the "path" , everyone has one, we shouldn't bother fixing theirs when we don't know our own. Intelligence the real delusion of mankind. You are not better, smarter, wiser because you told yourself that, let other deci
This is WarThis is WarThis is War by ~Angel-Tsuki
The gates are open, they're flooding out
I'm a one man army, there's no doubt
These soldiers are of different shapes, sizes and color,
I use all my might, strength and power
to put up a fight.
They're strong, don't get me wrong,
This war will last very long!
I'm pushing, trying to get through,
So irritating, so confusing, so tiring! (phew!)
My brows are crossed and my mind is lost
and my body can't bare it all
my eyes go fuzzy and then i fall...
Now i'm buried underneath this rubble,
I can hear my mother scream,
"If you'd have kept your wardrobe clean,
You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!"
Dew DropDew DropDew Drop by ~Angel-Tsuki
Parted without any goodbyes…
falling from the highs
fresh and beautiful!
Just falling freely, with no rule….
All those eyes watching,
see a bright smile, and sing,
"wonderful, delightful, how free!"
The real truth can anyone see?
As it dropped off the leaf,
all eyes gone and solitaire engulfed it's belief
of someone to understand,
that there's a frown behind that smile
None stretched their hand, let it dissolve in the sand
the dew drop's worth just lasted a while…
nobody to understand the story
of the one that lost it's melody,
waiting to be freed from melancholy:
The song of the one, who's lonely…
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