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Family ValuesI listened on the phone that day,
It was raining and cold,
With each word they say,
This was getting old.
"We don't like you,
Running around again,
Each time you do,
It's just like then."
I'd clench my fist,
Trying not to chew my lip,
Fighting to make that list,
Holding back the urge to flip.
Broken glass on the floor,
Bloody hands that I kissed,
Slamming each and every door,
Be glad that I just missed.
Walls with more than one hole,
Tears stream down my face,
I'm not easy to console,
When my heart does race.
The urge to run,
Fear shows in my eyes,
But each time they say I'm done,
I'm just aiming for a bigger prize.
Tell me to move on again,
We'll see how much you take,
Counting once more from one to ten,
I'll keep on walking past for your sake.
Don't tell me you love me,
Those words are meaningless trash,
Because each one before you can't see,
That I don't need another server crash.
Look into my soul,
Can't you see it yet?
I'm not some petty goal,
Or one to win over for a bet.
HeadachesFor the heartbreak,
Every breath I take,
The movements I make,
I'm in pain for your sake.
Fighting among us,
Promise me you won't cuss,
Screaming in the darkest lust,
Do we stand here because we must?
Dreams surrounding the end,
I can't count you my friend,
Past the water and around the bend,
Though I fight this is where I must mend.
Those deep blue,
I haven't a clue,
Why I fell in love with you,
Beaten and broken I crawled too.
Back to where I'm from,
You didn't beg me to come,
Sent me far away and then some,
Maybe in pieces inside an oil drum.
But I did escape,
Though whispering rape,
Drunken kisses on my nape,
Half asleep so no rope or tape.
My belly full,
Your angered pull,
Pain as we did cull,
Their eyes blank and dull.
No funeral for accidents,
Your greatest achievements,
Freeing yourself from commitments,
Cowering from your deceitful agreements.
How could you sit there and smile?
As I laid in the hospital quite awhile,
My body first down the stairs in a pile,
You did not care th
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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