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Their lives were built on lies
their bliss just a facade
for twenty years plus five
they'd vowed before their God
to live and love and laugh
and build forevermore
they hired a household staff
had friends and wealth galore
but life behind the scenes
was filled with booze and sex
he said "it's in the genes"
she said "it's just complex"
the children shook their heads
now grown and on their own
from the time they were kids
ashamed of what was sown
To deconstruct a vow
is treachery indeed
if they had known what they know now
might it have changed their wicked deeds?
What IfYou try to mold me into whatever you desire
But what if I don't want to be like you?
What if I want to be my own person?
What if I want to make my own choices
And not be spoon-fed like a newborn?
I want to be my own person,
But you take me like batter and try to turn me into what you want
Not what I want to do in life,
What I want to accomplish
You call me weak
You say I'll never survive in the 'real' world
But what if I want to go my own way?
You call me a baby
Just an infant
Who wouldn't last
But I'm ready now, and it's my life
You say you're there to guide me
But you're getting in my way
Of living my life
An Elegy to the ObjectRest your grey swans, your winter is over;
Their songs delight the fruitless heath.
Alas! The country wizened drover
Grants his good wife your dying wreath.
And all things bear my homespun sheath
In which you sleep as you depart,
And all I have I did bequeath
To you: the object of my art.
Yet, still your rotting soul does impart
A whisper through the bolted casements in me,
And I for one, must have a cold, cold heart
To beleive you lived for my elegy.
The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?
Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?
If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.
But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.
Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se
this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust
so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies
that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?
so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly
and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown
not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game
and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'
but i got to ask
Depression's DuelA girl alone, cold and wallowing in the fragments of her soul.
Two beings, Life and Death are locked in mortal combat.
Death strikes first with a furious vengeance.
In her life there is so much strife
Over such trivial matters that mortals fight over
Money, power, looks and lovers
No one cares to give her a fair chance
In death there is a release
Eternal slumber and peace
The world is cruel, just like the gruel she forces herself to eat in defeat
Yes, in your life there are quarrels
and people choose possessions over you.
But remember your little sister who looks up to you.
Your mother who held you through your child hood.
No longer warmMy eyes are warm
My heart is cold
You never know
Your grin grows old
You laugh at me
Im always wrong
Your great friendship
Didnt last long
Im your friend
But youre not mine
My hug is cold
Youve crossed the line
I no longer want
To be your friend
Face it now
This has to end
How to Know You're Living Rightif today was your last day,
and tomorrow was too late...
if the devil came and knocked on my door,
said, "You'll be given scant hours more."
I'd pack no bags, just jot a note:
"It's been fun, more than I'd hoped,"
and let it flutter to the floor.
if plans you make for your last day,
things you'd want to try and play;
if special times you wish you would,
you're not living as you should...
it doesn't matter anyway.
when the devil comes and knocks on my head,
"This day is your last," he said;
"Keep the change, let's move on out:
last day's ain't what life's about."
I'll race him to his vessel instead.
could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Something To Believe In...My heart, a field of wildflowers,
Your love can make them bloom.
Fill my head with diamond showers,
And thoughts of golden noons.
Rays of whimsy find your smile,
They dance across your face.
Electric light behind your eyes,
White heat in your embrace.
Smolders linger where you touch,
Refusing to consume.
Pleasures known too soon.
Amber soulfire flickers densely
Inside our misted shade.
While heavenly once was our intention,
To desires we abade.
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
Or maybe two, or three,
Surely all the riches I hold
For what you think of me...
Reinhard's CrimeThe blonde man sits serene
In his easy rocking chair
Eyes fixed on a manic, far future.
A collar creaseless and hangman high
Under an adler nose and bright blue eyes
A handsome face o'er a madman's frame.
Swords swing and sing
In a morning full of futures
Each one monstrous and grand.
The screams in Bohemia
Echo around a dead village
That not even maps acknowledge.
ShadeThe bird spreads its wings
Without reserve it sings
Towards the sun it soars
Casting its own silhouette
So grand and to my eyes it roars
I am only a shadow in the shade
Here I exist and blend so perfectly into the world
Wonders of the man-made
Artificial hearts that save lives
Or do they only prolong suffering
Fear of death like dull knives
So I step into the light
And in the blinding moment
I finally regain my sight
CagedLike a lion behind the bars of a cage
My longing for more fills my heart with rage
This rage build and later I realize
Their is nothing I can do to make it subside
My heart wishes for something more
But my spirits trapped behind a cell door
I don't know who has the key
To open these walls and set me free
My eyes miss the wild
The thrill of the hunt
The wonder of a child
My mind being absent
All the while I sit and I stay
Moments fly by as life slips away
What more can I do to feel that freedom again
What more can I say when I don't understand
Where is it that I am meant to be?
Because I know this caged beast is no longer me
what will come tomorrowA darkness is stirring
Inside of me
I struggle from it
But I cant break free
Horrors are abundantly
I lose all I ever held dear
Fading from this world that grows
As my mind wanders with shadows
Peace is something foreign to me
A life of hardships is what I lead
I never seem to be enough
Who thought love would be so tough
Broken mirrors and picture frames
Somehow it is all I blame
I know that something more is left
Other than a quiet death
A surrender, A return to sender
I've been on a bender
And I cant seem to stop these tears
From ringing every fear I have
Bringing it to light and then
Making them my only friend
Braking what little I love
PB - "Kafi" Özge Doğan'ın şiiri...
İçine bakıyorsun kalbimin, deşercesine
Kötü içindeki düşünceler beyninin
Ağlamamak için zor tutuyor gibisin kendini,
Rahat bırak benliğini..
Bıkmış gibisin diğerlerinden,
Çek git, mecbur değilsin..
Savurup duruyorsun ne varsa küfür belleğinden
Ağzımı açsam bir tek kelime için
Yeter artık konuşma diyeceksin..
Bence kafi bu kadar söz bana
PB - "Ayrilikli Siir" Özge Doğan'ın şiiri...
beni hayal kırıklarımla bırak ucsuz bucaksız gecelerde
topla eşyalarını,yalanlarını da sıkıştır bavulunun bir gözüne
sakla yüzünü,kapat ellerinle
ey boynunu,çevir kafanı
yürürken bak adımlarına,son ayak basışın bu parkelere..
ağlamak için uygun zaman değil,
maske olamaz artık yaşlar yüzüne
yalvaran gözlerle bakma
zaten eşiğindesin sonun
acı verme daha fazla
Ruhi Su - Altin Hizma Ruhi Su'nun şiiri...
Altın hızma mülayim
Seni Hak'tan dileyim
Yaz günü temmuzda
Sen terle ben sileyim
Gün gördüm, günler gördüm
Seni gördüm şad'oldum
Altın hızma incidir
Gömleği nar incidir
Benim lal olmuş dilim
Ne dedim yar incinir
Gün gördüm, günler gördüm
Seni gördüm şad'oldum
Altın hızma tumağa
Yanaşıp al yanağa
Güzel gel görüşelim
Ruhi Su - Alli Turnam Ruhi Su'nun şiiri...
Allı turnam bizim ele varırsan
Şeker söyle kaymak söyle bal söyle
Ah gülüm gülüm.
Yar gülüm gülüm.
Kız gülüm gülüm.
Eğer bizi sual eden olursa
Boynu bükük benzi soluk yar söyle
Ah gülüm gülüm.
Yar gülüm gül
Umit Sener Ta - Masallari... Ümit Şener Ta'nın şiiri...
dalgalar ıslatır derinliği
karşımda bir gemi hazırlanır
bir çocuk görürüm gidemem
sarılır ayaklarıma iskeleler
kızdım taşladım denizi
döndüm gülümseyen çocukluğuma
büyüdü mü yüreğin?
masalları çabuk unutmuşsun!
Behcet Necatigil - Sevgilerde- Behçet NECATİGİL'in şiiri...
Sevgileri yarınlara bıraktınız
Çekingen, tutuk, saygılı.
Sizi yanlış tanıdı.
Bitmeyen işler yüzünden
(Siz böyle olsun istemezdiniz)
Bir bakış bile yeterken anlatmaya her şeyi
Kalbinizi dolduran duygular
Siz geniş zamanlar umuyordunuz
Çirkindi dar vakitlerde bir sevgiyi söylemek.
Yılların telâşlarda bu kadar çabuk
Geçeceği aklınıza gelmezdi.
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Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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