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The Fall Of An Artist: Chapter 10Jason puts his bag down on the couch and two bottles of whiskey along with the pill bottles are deposited on the counter
Next he puts a blank canvas on the easel, placing “Park Death” next to “Imago Spiritus”.
He turns around getting a glass and filling it with whiskey. This he takes before picking up the half empty pill bottle.
He swallows to pills with the help of a big gulp of whiskey and sits down in front of the easel.
There he puts the whiskey down, lights a cigarette and picks up a brush and paint.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
Jason starts painting the background, a mixture of dark green and brown.
When this is done he sits back and drinks some whiskey.
Next he adds some thin yellow streaks.
Finally satisfied with the background, he drinks the last of his whiskey and lights another cigarette.
Having finished half of the cigarette in record time he gets up to get more whiskey.
He finishes his cigarette, drinks some whiskey and sits back down ag
BrokenThese cuts in my flesh
Show what I have done
Weighs heavy on my mind
But the mind
Will it ever be put back together
I Wasn't Supposed To Be Worth It.Was it worth it?
Trading the taste of cinnamon on your lips
To smell like cigarettes and a painful hangover.
Was life so cruel to your perfectly skewed smile,
That you had to swallow a bottle of brandy
Every night at 9 pm
To hear yourself laugh again?
How could I have not noticed
The tremor in your right hand
Every time you held a pen?
Was I so blind for the love you had for me to see
That my love was destroying you?
'I am yours.' You whispered when you still had Petrichor surrounding you.
I inhaled your scent like oxygen,
All the while I suffocated you like sulfur.
You gave me your heart on a plate,
And I was the last pill that took your life away from you too.
Mother always told me I broke the things I had
Because that is how I was;
Selfish and undeserving.
I didn't deserve you.
You weren't supposed to be mine.
This is for youThis is for you
The one who has had a heartbreak
or two or three
You are not alone
You walk among friends
Of young and old
Hard and soft
Smart and stupid
No matter what happens
Get back up again
Fight the battle
Win the seige
Reclaim your life
Take back your heart
Eyes Of EarthIt's the way you see me,
without flaw or condemnation.
It's the way you look at me,
with challenge and dare.
You're the apple of my eye,
and your eyes of earth are my Eden.
It's the way you touch me,
without egotism or sin.
It's the way you feel me,
with worship and devotion.
You're the Paradise upon my skin,
and your hands of divine are my Heaven.
The GirlThe girl with perfect attendance.
The girl who had straight A's.
The girl whom the teachers liked,
and respected everyone.
She wasn't the prettiest girl.
She wasn't the funniest girl.
She knew she wasn't even close to the best,
but she didn't care.
Now that girl sits at home.
Now that girl is all alone.
Now that girl cries and wonders;
why does only she feel the pain?
She doesn't know why they choose to hurt her,
but she knows there are knives in the kitchen,
and rope and trees outside in the yard,
and there's always the pistol in Daddy's sock drawer.
Then the girl just smiles and laughs;
for she gets to decide when she doesn't want to feel the pain anymore
The Night Is OursThe Night Is Ours
The soft pressure of your lips
The firm hold on my hips
The raindrops pooled on the leaves splash around us as they drip
The brush of your fingertips against my skin
The small kiss I place on your chin
The flower petals break away in the wind; they dance and spin
Your whisper in my ear: "Please."
The weakness I feel in my knees
The song of our love is carried away by the breeze
You gently caress my face
The night listens to both our hearts race
As the wind blows, the dandelion seeds dance with effortless grace
You hold me in your embrace
I can't get enough of your taste
The birds sing their beautiful melody, set at their own pace
Our fingers interlaced
Your hands around my waist
The crickets add their heavenly tune to the nocturnal chase
The stars reflected in my eyes
Your hands running down my thighs
The night is lit by a mystical glow produced by the fireflies
The kiss on your nose
The tingling in my toes
All my feelings, my very being, is now in front of you, expos
Demons of the NightHidden in shadows, kept away from the light
Are the unknown enemies, the demons of the night
Who live on our fear and yet die from fright
These living contradictions, these demons of the night
Demons of the night who haunt us in our dreams
They find the weakness in our psyche and tear at the seams
Yet, they flow fast in our minds, like a river in the rain
They cause us so much misery, yet they themselves are in pain
Hidden from the sun and the light of the moon
But the lights from their hearts, from that, they aren't immune
They are predators, we are prey, and on us they leave their mark
But, in a sense, they're just like us...so why are we scared of the dark?
PurityA creature came toward me
With love in its gentle eyes
It almost brought me to tears
A creature that offers us nothing but good
And how do we repay this act of kindness
What hath becometh of thee
That thou repayeth
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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.
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