|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
A Plea for HelpI love you so much.
And I love how you are when you're together.
Please don't change.
Either of you.
RealizationI am a ghost.
Fading in, fading out of lives
This wind is bitter and unforgiving
Like a shark.
I simply float
Like a crisp autumn leaf.
I soar along.
Yes, you fear me.
I would know.
Why shouldn't you? I'm cold; I'm dead.
But I'm not a menace!
A monster, yes
But not a menace.
You can trust me! I promise!
What could I possibly do to you?
I won't hurt you.
I can't hurt you.
I can't even touch you;
I can't feel your skin.
I can't feel anyone's skin.
I'm dead; I'm cold
No warm flesh, no hugs and kisses
I can't feel those.
I can't feel.
I'm cold; I'm dead now.
No more holding hands, no more brushing faces
Fiery heat from across the living room
Is inviting in this terrible weather.
But this room is a ravine
And this is only a dream.
Well, not only a dream;
Rather, completely and entirely
Within a reality of absurd proportions.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
It is still reality.
And that, that nightmare, I can feel.
I will show them
This beautiful person
Hiding under the flesh
I will set free this shining soul
Flood the world with its color
Show them my rainbow.
I won't be scared
To stand up to them
The ones who don't think it through
I won't put up a front
Won't let them hold me down
Be intimidated anymore.
I'll be a light
To friends and strangers near and far
To the Desperates
To the Giver-Uppers
I'll be the one
Who gets them back on their feet
The push that stands them up again.
I'll have the strength
To walk my own road
To stand on my pedestal
And never fall
I'll have the strength
To come into my own
Brighter than any city light
Brighter than any star in the clear mountain sky.
Someday is not
little violoneThe earth for all its years could sing without me.
Past the sky, the listening spheres sing without me.
Deep in the woods, the nymphs and spirits flit
through the old trees. They hear, but sing without me.
Within my heartstrings hums the flesh of beasts,
threads with no bloody veneer - sing without me.
Now the crawling creatures are left alone;
coiled metal seals the nuclear - sing without me.
Carvings and curves of a feminine feel,
like ink into her back seared - sing without me.
Artists work my tongue with pen and horsehair -
groups of musicians here won't sing without me.
With ease, I can mimic the human voice;
to great peaks I dive and rear, so sing without me.
I don't need your voice. I am in command
of sonorous solos. Dear, sing without me,
or try. My fairy, phantom garbed in white,
you couldn't bear, puppeteer, sing without me.
Surprise Tea Party From HellMy Jack Frosting is gone,
Once I finish my drug-laced Earl Grey tea.
Now, what are they going to do to me?
The Great DescentI was told about
this place, where the leaves just
won’t stop falling.
I go there at night
mind and body crushed like ants
in eternal restlessness.
Mountains burst with trees
laughing children crowd around
chains on swings, creaking.
The mountains enrage the wind
branches crash, mad waves on shore
before they freeze again.
I think I might be mad
maybe these trees will tell me -
whisper it in dreams.
The same wind wraps ‘round
my body, and every leaf’s
a spinning frenzy.
One tree looses all leaves
at once - they hurtle at me
as bullets, shining red.
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More