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Her VoiceWhat have I as a weapon against her gentle voice?
Where might I shelter my heart from that sound?
Why should I fight this doom as if I had a choice,
when that quiet thunder shakes my soul unbound?
Oh, this pleasant torture rends apart my spirit!
This tormenting song echoes so long in my ears.
Like a moment of revelation each time I hear it,
her soft speech makes a fleeting vapor of my fears.
NeverHe never smiles,
He never blinks,
He never eats,
He never drinks.
In the game,
He's bound to lose,
It's not his choice,
He cannot choose.
He cannot leave,
He cannot quit,
He can only wait,
Until he's hit.
He can only wait.
For when he falls to the floor,
His cries we'll hear,
A Mad Hatter's PoemLove in a teapot
I'd swim over every ocean to find you
I'd bring you the moon for a smile
I'd abandon a meeting with God and the devil
Just to stay with you a while
I'd take you to see planets far away
and hurt anyone that hurt you
Just so that you can think of me as a shining knight
although that's not really true
I'd burn through a thousand forests of paper
to write you a poem you love
and walk a thousand miles of stairs in the sky
so I could show you the heavens above
I would do all of this and more
just to see you happy
I'd charge at heaven and harrow hell
even though it sounds sappy
No matter what I do for you
StoryI could write you a story,
To tell how I feel,
But words are just words,
That never seem real,
They seem like a world,
I don't understand,
Where man will fight nature,
And man will fight man,
You can't find my heart's feelings,
Through the blood and the grime,
Through the rape and torture,
Or the most brutal crime,
You can't read past the chaos,
Or see past the screams,
You can't fight past the nightmares,
That are now everyday dreams,
You won't see all this pain,
All you'll see is normal life,
Just the everyday horrors,
Of OTHERS Strife,
Can't see past your home,
Your family your work,
To look at the people,
My HeartThe days come and go
Some seem fast while others feel slow
my heart beat is there and at times it will race
Ive felt it slow like it wasnt in place
but a feeling Ive craved in my chest, that is its home
is a slight feeling of love from another, Ive been told is warm
seems no matter what Ive gave, sacrificed or tried
I cant escape the cold in this heart of mine
Now I sit wasting time, thinking of life, love, and art
As the hour glass pours it appears more and more I dont have a part
I will keep pushing on of course for the beat is still there beyond my cage
as I said my heart has been slow, this just happens to be another one of those days.
Free?Beneath the earth
where dead men sleep
Beneath the trees
who's roots run deep
Far from the light
of open skies
far from the birds
with cheerful cries
I've dug a tomb
from rock and stone
A place of rest
to call my own
Away from men
with scornful eyes
away from lips
that whisper lies
too far for hateful
hands to reach
and greedy sinners
my life to leach
This solace forged
is peace unearned
And yet down here
I'm finally free
I'm free to live
free to be me.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More