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Just To Hear You Breathe
::[Just To Hear You Breathe]::
I lay awake and watch the sunset
Listen to the sounds of the day
slowly wind down as everything in nature
glances skyward, gives a little stretch
*yawn* and heads for bed.
Slowly rolling over
I study your smiling face.
Even when you sleep you still have
that cute little half grin I love so much.
In that half a moment when the last of the sun
retreats to that land over the hills
everything falls silent.
For half a moment.
Changing of the guards
whatever you want to call it
but between the day sounds and night sounds
when it is neither one nor the other
daytime breathes its final breath
Battlefield of the Mind
at the edge of my mind...
(Let me in)
Slightly louder now
demanding to be heard...
To be seen
To be touched
To be embraced
(You can't resist me)
I shiver in the dark
(I'm coming to eat your mind)
Banging now, getting louder
but the door holds
(This is my world, my gameboard
And you are my pawn...)
(Drink your mind)
(Feed on your soul)
(Infest your dreams)
(Plant MY thoughts in your mind)
(Fruit to be reaped later...)
(Food to be enjoyed slowly)
Forced to listen to these
Kiss The Night
On my back in the field late into the night.
Staring up at the stars and letting the sounds
of the night embrace my shivering frame.
The stars look exactly like fireflies
trapped in the black expanse of the sky.
Stretching as far as the eyes can see.
Each trying to wiggle free of its prison.
Each calling to me to free them from their inky cell,
each silently whispering
in my ears
in my mind
in my heart...
I gently stretch my hands toward the distant light.
And for a brief second I feel my hand
close around that twinkling firefly
and I know the only thing it wants is to finally sle
We All Play The Fool
The curtain slowly rises
You feel slightly self conscious
as the spotlight nearly blinds you.
You look left
*gulp* Here goes
A little jerky at first
then it gets easier as you
pour your entire identity
into your work
Your purpose for breathing
Faster, faster, faster still.
Your chest swells with pride
as you imagine the looks of awe
on everyone's face as they admire
what you are creating before their eyes.
Your work finally done
you collapse on the floor
and a sigh of relief escapes your lips.
Close your eyes oh so tight and wait
for the applause
for the acceptance
for that nod of appro
Silent stalkers in the corners
of the mind of every man.
Always watching, always waiting
beckoning with withered hands.
Through the ages man has feared them
but found no hiding place it seems.
For even now you hear the echoes
of footsteps chased through evil dreams.
Down through tunnels formed by teardrops
raining down from countless eyes.
Taste the salt and feel the wind
made from victim's tortured cries.
Dragons, ogres, orcs and demons
all are spawned from childhood fears
Giving substance to the nightmare
we drown ourselves in seas of tears.
Listen to your soul and hear it
the sound that's been there all along
And as you s
I Hear You Sing Along
I finish yet another day
I spend another night alone
I hope, then dream, then kneel to pray
That God would show me who's the One.
I glimpse you in my dreams at night
I smell your perfume on the breeze
I stumble toward your guiding light
As inwardly I always grieve.
I know I'll meet you someday soon
My heartbeat sings a longing song
And know that somewhere in this world
I hear you gently hum along.
April 20 2002
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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