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So Close, Yet So Far AwayWe live apart, so many miles away
California to New York, there's a wall in their way.
From phone calls to sending letters
We stay in touch, but meeting in person is much better.
Winter to spring, summer to fall
Seasons change; through sun and rain we'll call.
One - two - three - four
Every second waiting for a knock on our doors.
Five - six - seven - eight
We cannot wait; every day we'll hate.
Because time will pass us by
Day and night, time flies.
And the day that I'll finally see you
We won't believe it, it can't be true.
The past and the future come together
Today is a present, we're meeting each other.
The World Ends, My Love BeginsEven though no one loves me
Even though I hate myself
Even though my weather is always rain
Even though my tears burn
Even though my heart is bleeding
Even though as if I'm never here
Even though as if you aren't here
Even though I run away from you
And even though the world is ending today...
...I love you.
When the last second of Earth's life hits
When every person inhales their last breath
When silence falls in every corner of the world
When darkness conquers our hearts
When our world's time is up...
You'll know that I'll be here
To come and protect you.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
A City That Never SleepsIn the bustling, crowded city that never sleeps
Inside each yellow taxicab transporting passengers
To different places and different faces through rain or shine
A continuous stream of cars, going here, getting there
Along with the recurrent noises of their honking horns
Throughout the day, the same routine is repeated
Passersby around every corner rushing to their destinations
Every one of them lost in their own separate world
Of fast food chains, skyscrapers, and telecommunications
There never seems to be just a minute to spare
Commuters board the bus at the designated bus stop
While some travel underground on the subway
And others commute by automobile to return home
All impatiently enduring the slow traffic jams of rush hour
Exhausted from their jobs in this iridescent, busy city
The streets are like the veins, the blood flow of the city
Congested with the constant overflow of cars
Along with soaring skyscrapers that seemingly touch the clouds
And the city's heart is the people who
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