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Bottom's upI was sitting minding my own business
As I scanned my computer screen
Saw what you said, and I turned green
Couldn't believe you'd do that kinda thang
Lemme tell ya baby I won't hang
Got another reason to hit the bottle hard
I found a second set of lovely shoes in your car.
I'm not gonna ask no questions, but I'll be
Damned, damned, If I'mma give you all of me
I'm never quite so lonely as when you're alone with me.
So the lights are on, but I'm still afraid of all I can't see.
Another rising, another bottoms up to bane,
sipping cheap vodka pretending its champagne
Saw that BEAUtiful photo of some one else
Hiding not so well on that bottom shelf
I thought you were a smarter man
Got it a lil bit better than the rest of them
I'mma tell your girl that you like boys
I'mma tell your girl that you like toys
And she gonna tell me I'm lying
I'mma tell your girl that you did me
I'mma tell her all the shit that you gave me
And she gonna sit right there and cry
Don't you ever tell the truth on me
Mine?Crying always hurts even when you tired out
Always trying to breathe in more than you just breathed out
Finally got everything that's yours from my home
Now what about the possessions that I own?
Got my blankets, my pillows, my underclothes
Tell me, what part of all this isn't yours?
All the things that touched you, they touched me
Tell me what I gotta do so I can try to scream
I ain't got no ice box, I ain't got no pain
but the shadows that filled up my heart seem to remain
I got my eyes swelled shut and I can hardly speak
Everything I touch, you're all that I can see
It's all a part of you baby, it's all part of my broken dream
But if there isn't any you, then what's the point to scream
Saw you finally took me out of all your friends
Somehow I thought it comforted me till the end
But now the loneliness has made it lose its worth
So I turn my face away and try to find the mirth of the
situation, but as far as I can see, this is the end of you and the end of me
The end of all the possi
Kick my AssSitting at home watching movies ignoring all thought of responsibility
Looking at what needs done and turning away cos it ain't pretty
Nothing will ever get done, nothing will ever become
Of sitting at home watching movies when you got so much going for you
I can't breathe and I can't think cuz no one talks about it
This fat hole we're in and how we gonna climb up out of it
So Kick me in the ass
Kick me in the ass
Said I'm beautiful, and I got so many things going for me
Said I'm awesome but nothing's gonna set me free
Said I know why I'm here, I just don't know how to get out
It ain't wrong, but it ain't right letting all this talent dry out
So if you got a paintbrush, paint it
If you gotta cookie, ate it,
If you gotta guitar, play it
and if you got an anthem sing it now!
Kick my ass!
Kick my ass! a come on now
kick my ass!
kick my ass! come on!
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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