I am 8 years old, hahaha well 8 years on Deviant Art today. My how time flies. I have never claimed to be an artist like those who actually can draw on here, Though my pics in some way shape or form might be considered as a type of art. It is the people who have a talent of drawing or cos play that are the true artists. I have never met anyone on here in person but I have had converstations with many on here and some I actually wish I could have met. In the words of that famous Vulcan Spock Live long and prosper and God bless you all.
A Psalm: From Me...To you. by Ph03n1x-Orion, literature
Literature
A Psalm: From Me...To you.
I've tried to write you letters To thank you for the things about You that I love... But every sentence turns into an avalanche, A deluge of everything you are to me A list of lovely things and synonyms for how beautiful you are to me. So, here we are... I've taken the diamonds from the dirt piles of my words To shine a light on You. To say you are my everything would do no justice to those, or any, words for me. I am simply nothing without You. Effortlessly enamored, dependent to my very core My love for You may as well mark my grave. My headstone will speak tongues of congruent infatuations Of You... I breathe air in, I breathe naught but You out. I carry more of You in my heart, than the blood I feign to need to keep living... You. Are. Existence. To me. An avatar of Love incarnate Like gems held in highest regard by kings of old... Strong in spirit beyond compare Sharper in wit than the finest forged blade Lovelier in color and perfume than any field of Roses, Gardenias, or
I open my eyes to your sweet voice, I stop saying "It will be okay"... I draw a breath, yet the color fails to fill my world this time, it all Sits in differing shades of grey I start looking for things to blame: Blame you, blame me, blame the doctors, the nurses, This god-forsaken place, these four walls, the building that contains them... The others dying in the other room, the others mourning next to them, The Strychnine I swear pollutes my taste in this recycled air... But, My heart cannot. I've got nothing left. The only thing which remains, is simply your hand in mine. Your pulse feels like it fights to keep us both alive right now... You find your turn to try and comfort me. You whisper of your love for me, how it's going to be okay... How I shouldn't blame anyone, or blame God You so sweetly whisk away every thread of rage that weaves betwixt my heart and yours, Every grief, or anchored soul-crushing weight that taunts my weary heartstrings with it's Siren call into the
One hundred Milliamps. by Ph03n1x-Orion, literature
Literature
One hundred Milliamps.
I wish I could blame it on my demons Or say it was just the voices in my head But every time I look into the mirror I find its the looks of my own eyes that which I dread. My lips, they then betray me It's my own voice that lays the blame My failures lay like corpses at my feet With siren calls they beguile my steps into my grave. I am my own death, My own lack of ambition or desire. I am my own solace, Finding easy to stifle my words and cries of pain. I am my own infection, Letting hate fester in my heart and in my head. When I finally find the cowardice to close my eyes to never wake again. It'll be me who I claim to blame. This was all my fault. Don't blame yourselves, I was broken from the start... Shake your heads and wonder why Wasted talent, wasted life Life too young, taken too soon Words repeated In perpetual gloom, your engine. Twilight grief your gasoline. This is the fuel that burns the away the pain, for numbed nerves are the best method Of not losing sleep again.
Staring into your eyes
Is like running my fingers over a scar that still hurts in the cold.
It's creases, it's peaks and valleys, are like the lines on your lips
The curves in your smile.
Every picture I see takes me back.
Hushed breaths, time squirreled away in some dark corner
Staring into each other's eyes.
Feeling your lips on mine.
Creases, valleys...curves and lines...
And like the setting sun, it all inevitably goes dark.
The cold sets in, and reminds me of why now you're nothing more than a picture on a page
Nothing more than a scar I carry...
"There's an aching inside
Won't you help me escape
From the places I hide
The foreseeable fate
Show me the world
And all the good I don't see
Just want to be heard
Can you do that for me
Can you do that for me"
"Hold my breath and I'll count to ten
I'm the paper and you're the pen
You fill me in and you are permanent
And you'll leave me to dry
I'm the writer and she's the muse
And the one that you always choose
She will falter and gift her blame
And it's st...
"...hablamos del futuro de nosotros, de nuestros gatos.
Me pregunto en qué momento permitimos nos ganara la costumbre.
Quisiera retroceder el tiempo, cambiar nuestras actitudes
Y que esta vez el amor nos dure..."
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