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leaf in my heartI will place you in my heart like a leaf blowing in the wind, as my heart beats the little leaf in my heart will float around loving you with every beat.
You made me beautiful to myself,
you made me pretty to my vision of me not for all the world but for myself,
you cared enough to know,
you cared enough to want to know,
you cared enough to let me see who i am through you love,
you understand me, and you love me know other way but for who i am,
you let me shine threw my inner beauty,
you made me see things i didn't know existed
you helped me to paint the world with more knowledge,
and still to this day you are thousands of miles away,
but you my dearest sit at the thrown of my heart forever more,
and you my dear one even though it will be eternity that we ever touch again,
you are my true love forevermore.
A unlit candle lay in the snow of unforgotten the wax depleted, the wick short and all is evaporated out of the jar of once warmth. The wick and the wax was overcome in the middle of the night, when no one was around, it was smothered out by the darkness, and the jar was left smoldering on the stove left empty and alone. The lit flame was a voice that pierced the night the words danced in the ears of life and was fed by a inner peace of love and completeness.
The little flame voice asked over and over again for friend ship to not be left alone, but no matter what the little flame did, or asked it was not heard. Life took turns and things changed but the little flame was a comfort it was lit over and over again, people taking what was needed, easy to take but hard to give back. The feeling left behind was of questions why? where do you turn alone, and who do you tell?
The little candle was throw-ed out into the cold snow bank feeling useless, icy cold, and nothing to offer. In the end t
Life and the leaf.
I came to this earth like a leaf in a pod.
I entered out of the womb like the leaf that began to grow.
Everyone loved to look at me, and they enjoyed the newness of the newly born child, just like we love to see the season change into spring.
I was taken care of from my parents, with love and nurturing, just like the little leaf that had sunlight, and water that helped to make it grow.
I was full of energy, and glowed with delight.
I grew into something beautiful, so young and full of dreams, like a leaf in the summertime, so green and full of life.
I lived my life working hard trying to do what is right, living on my dreams, and my beautiful vision of life, just like the leaf that was stuck in the sun, in the middle of August into summer sun, life was not perfect and i got bruised along the way. I began to see you have to be tough along the way.
I had a family, and i worked it seemed all day, just like the leaf that was part of a tree, standing beside the mother bird that fed her bab
SilenceSilence is more powerful than any word spoken.
Silence is the most expressive statement a human can make.
Silence can be read thru a persons eyes from across a room.
Silence is the truth or a lie.
Silence is your friend or your enemy.
Silence is a human watching observing your actions without a word.
Silence is wisdom.
Silence is a statement.
Silence is peace.
Silence is wonder.
Silence is inner acceptance.
Silence is a secret.
Silence makes decisions.
Silence is a virtue.
Silence is peace.
Silence bring thought.
Silence pain behind a smile.
Silence is the beginning or end to a storm.
Silence is a snail that moves along the ground.
Silence is the growth of a tree 100 years and passing.
Silence is the attack before a strike.
Silence is Creation growing inside a mothers womb.
silence is a the sun rays shining on the earth.
Silence is the is the words we tell our self's
Silence can be the most sensual touch.
I have learned that silence speaks louder than words, and holding your silence is
leafsSilently i fall to the earth.
silently letting you walk on by.
I lay there silently as i change from youth to old, my colors fading and my edges torn.
I let the rain fall upon my face and the mud cover parts of me.
I'm walked upon and pushed into the earths surface.
I was once looked upon as a welcoming season of change i was pretty to the eye.
Now i lay here as the season ends with mud upon my face, and pushed into the earth.
My outer appearance is torn and turned brown and now im not noticed anymore!
The many voices of value.
How can you value possessions if you cant take them with you?
How can you value what you have if you always look for more?
How can you value money if you don't spend it wisely?
How can you value effort it it never takes action?
How can you value a opinion if it is expressed wrong way?
How can you value pride if it stands in your way?
How can you value a question if you don't find the answer?
How can you value of a book if your forget what you read?
How can you value of freedom of speech if you don't use it?
How can you value change if you don't make into something better?
How can you value your beliefs if you don't stand up for your beliefs?
How can you value expectations if you don't place it where it can be achieved?
How can you value the worlds suffering if things seem to get worse?
How can you value earth if we don't take care of it?
How can you value time if you can never get it back?
How can you value age if you don't use your wisdom?
How can you value gossip if the story keeps c
nosy peopleHave you ever watched someone who is nosy?
Do they even know what they look like?
Do they really even care?
The go around judging everything and gossiping cant wait to tell someone what they saw or how they feel. They cant seem to function with out having to know what is going on!
Oh mY God did you see that? ooooo that was so not what i would do!!!!!
Thats wrong, don't you think you could have done it this way?
It also seems they always try to be perfect dress well, smile a lot but really what it looks like to many is that you are not perfect your just plain nosy ready to gossip and really in the end who really cares what you have to say? only ones who listen are people just like them confused and lost!
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
the certainty of imminencei.
tomorrow spills over
inevitability-rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up in past-time
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
midnight so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
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