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Porcelain DollI'm a porcelain doll not an angel.
No not at all.
All the mistakes I can't take back,
Only makes another crack.
I wish I could sit on the wall.
For I'm only a porcelain doll.
I don't want to break,
From all the memories and love the demons take.
Yin and YangWhen darkness closing in
When light can't seem to win
Yin & Yang fall in to Limbo
How far will it go
The peaceful balance
Is met with resistance
Angels and demons fighting inside
Which will win you can't decide
Chaos in your mind always stays
Be that as it may
Yin & Yang fall in to Limbo
You simply must know
How far it will go in you
How strong your Will lets you choose
When the darkness closing in
Fight it hard enough you'll win.
Demi God-Zilthena P.O.V.-
She's been in the pits for two months now. The young woman still had to find and get to her kidnapped mother. Her deathly black hair fell gracefully down her blood covered back and her olive coloured skin, Her ghost gray bore into the person standing outside her cell.
"A girl is in the pits as gladiator? Is the world ending?" A deep male voice echoed off the walls.
"If you don't shut up your world will be." the girls cold voice answerd. She heard him open her cell door and enter before she saw the giant of a man. He was handsome with his honey colored eyes, dark hair and well toned tan body littered with battle scars. One word popped into her head...demigod.
"What's your name…demigod?" She questioned. He seemed taken back by the question but soon collected himself.
"Moralice son of Ares god of war and bloodshed. And who are you?" Was his answer.
"Zilthena daughter of Hades god of the underworld." She replied smoothly.
Truth In LiesDaylight fade away
No more hurt today
Plain as a picture from a photo booth
Lies bleed so much truth
See my scars
I hide beneath the stars
Reality is a harsh fate
I'd rather eat fake off a dinner plate
Never is truth a mistake
The golden rule
Make them have a dual
The truth and lies
They never die
Just a fantasy
So much insanity
Let me be
I choose not to see
You,Me Light,NightTry as I might,
I lost my fight.
Only at night,
Do the demons come out to play.
For the angels in the day,
Have finally gone away.
Sometimes I still pray,
As I watch my dreams decay.
What could I possibly gain?
These angels brought pain,
Sorrow and even abuse.
These angels sided with you.
How could this be?
Your Angels have forsaken me.
It made me free.
Now my demons fight for me.
They understand the Beast,
The monster, the theft,
You made inside of me.
So I fight for the dark,
And you for the light?
Everything not is black and white.
LiesLies bring me loving Misery.
Lies drown me in sweet agony.
Lies show me beautiful despair.
Lies they never care.
Lies its never fair.
Lies I bury them inside.
Lies nowhere you can hide.
Lies they let me fly.
Lies how they make me cry.
Lies I want to die.
Reason WhyMy Reason why
I tried to tell you but my voice failed me
I wanted to cry but my eyes wouldn't let me
I went to fight but me strength left me
I yearned to live but life denied me
That's my suicide
The Timeless Hanging TreeDeep in the meadow
There is a willow
They say is hollow
That's waiting for me
To one day set me free
Angels sing as bodies swing
From the timeless hanging tree
Sometimes spirits scream
Praying its a dream
That their fate is a lie
Souls throughout time
Would rather die by a broken spine
They go three by three
To the timeless hanging tree
The dead come to the next to die
As loved ones part
Pain grips your heart
Find new ways to cope
You have a necklace of rope
Won't you come in swing with me
On the timeless hanging tree
The Dark Side Of The MoonRoya woke up to the smell of coffee and wet dog. Grumbling as she brushed her black and white hair from her face. She was ambushed last night and brought to this house. She was told that she would be part of experiment. Royas' small frame seemed dwarfed by the room she was currently in. Deciding not to waste her time sitting around waiting for her new 'roommate' to find her; she swung her small but toned legs over the bed grabbing a robe before she headed downstairs.
"Well explains the wet dog smell." She said while sighing. A man with dark skin and tense muscles stood in the kitchen his back facing her. He was obviously a werewolf...Great they trapped her in a house with the bloody werewolf. She inwardly cursed at herself for being so stupid. Not only did she get kidnapped but she got kidnapped it has to be around a flea infested mutt.
“I can’t say the same thing about you…Leach but you know the blood smell” He’s deep voice rumb
Once upon a time...Mirror mirror on the wall..
Oh you scare me....I don't like you at all!
No one truly dares to care for my fragile heart or the real me.
All they see is an ugly face stuck on a thick body.
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Too LateEarlier, I had a vision
Of my father calling me
After years of not speaking
I was surprised as could be
“Hey,” he greeted softly
“I know it’s been a while
“I have something to tell you.”
I just sat there, without a smile
“You’re twenty-one years old
“And I know I’ve missed a lot
“But listen closely, now
“You’re the only daughter that I’ve got.”
“I’ve appreciated you from the beginning
“I’m sorry I didn’t show it much
“My selfishness blinded me
“It’s definitely my worst crutch.”
“I want you to know you’re beautiful
“I never told you that once
“I regret it now and forever
“Man, I’m such a dunce!”
“And I wouldn’t forget to mention
“How intelligent that you are
“You’re IQ is higher than mine!
“I know that you’ll go far.”
“You have so much potential
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
Not a gameAround they swirl through the air
Laughing loudly as they mock
And jeering at the small young girl
Who's tears run as she sobs
A prisoner of her own sadness
All alone, lost in her despair
She no longer sees the daylight
For no longer does she care
They tear and rip and pull
But she won't do a thing
The fight is won, she is done
She's fallen from the ring
The sun still shines bright outside
But her world's a dull colorless gray
Her heart is stopping, beating slow
She dies the month of May
The ones who once abused her
Showed up with their fake tears
Some had a bit of real regret
But most had only fear
They kept it their small secret
No one else could ever know
Because they had led a girl to die
Left her all alone
It wasn't their fault, they reasoned
Keep your head up.The weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders,
crushing you down,
and making you smaller.
The more you struggle,
the heavier it gets.
My advice is:
Keep your head up.
When it pushes,
And when the world gets the message,
you will fly.
And when you fly,
you will finally understand what it means to be alive.
And that is,
to keep your head up,
and look at the challenge without flinching,
and once you rein dominance,
you hand it over to another that is giving up.
No one deserves what you previously felt.
Stitched Up AngelsI’ve fallen from grace,
But how can I fall from grace if I wasn’t graced in the first place?
Is tattooed on all of them.
Angels had fallen but refused to stay down.
They stitched themselves up and stood up from the ground.
Stitches and scars covered their legs and arms.
They sowed her wings back on.
They fly at dawn.
They are stitched up Angels.
No longer singing lullabies,
Through the midnight sky.
The army fights.
For what is right.
They are guardians of broken dreams and shattered hearts.
They guide those who are broken and beat,
And are laying in the street.
They show them a new path.
Young to old
Stitched up Angels find their gold.
Their golden halos or replaced by swords and guns.
The war of eternity has begun.
Stitched up Angels will fights till their war’s won.
fighting off your demons.
The Silver shadow that follows you day and night.
The winner of every fight.
The Army of stitched up Angels.
Taking on everything you can’t take.
Fighting with no mistake
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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