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Dimentions: Beginning - Chapter 1Peter stirred in his sleep. He listened to he sounds of the city outside his bedroom window, tried to shut out the noise of his thoughts. His worries - About school, about his love life, and about his aunt (who he lived with since his parents had died). But most of all, he worried about a dark and cruel man who had threatened him the day before. This man was unfamiliar to Peter; and was not like most of Peter's enemies. Peter had a lot of enemies he had made over the last year, since he had joined the ranks of Iron Man and Captain America (albeit not quite so popular with the media, and not an Ultimate) as the masked vigilante known as Spider-Man.
Quietly, Peter checked his phone. It was three o'clock. Tomorrow was Saturday, the one day of the week he had no school and no work to get up for. He could afford to go out for a few hours, help any cats stuck up trees, and be back before his aunt woke. So that’s what he planned to do: although as you well know, if he had returned that
Betrayed"If we broke up I'd do anything to get you back."
I'm just a train-wreck
Just another number
No more significant
Than a single hair
On your head
Who is she?
Why aren't I enough?
I can forgive
I can forgive
You've felt for so long
But what I can't forgive
Is this betrayal.
You say she's irrelevant
You say you love me
That polyamory is your forte
But I don't remember
Signing that contract
That said you could
You say I'm beautiful
But you never want sex
Is my body not enough?
Is she skinnier?
Less inclined to challenge
Your faults and discrepancies?
I fear you are tired of me
No longer in love
But you tell me
No, that is not the case
Well if it isn't,
Why are you with her
And not me?
It's not cheating.
We broke up,
It's not cheating.
Well if it's not cheating
Why do I feel betrayed?
I didn't want to leave you
I still want you
But you left me
ChimeraA chimera in the dark
A chimera in the night
Run for your life
Run for your life
Your bones in two
A chimera on the run
A chimera chasing you
Run for the hills
Because they'll rip
And mutilate you
With snapping jaws
And grabbing paws
Teeth as sharp as hell
Run form me
Run from me
For I am a chimera too
The Motions of LifeGoing through the motions of life.
Living. Not breathing. Not here.
Just a faded echo.
Emotions lost. Just guilt.
Why me? Why me.
I don't want to say goodbye.
It hurts. I can't forget. I'm lost.
I want to forget. Why did you do it?
Why did you hurt me?
Concrete walls encage the heart.
Crushing it when it tries to grow.
You made these walls, not I.
To vanish. Beautiful peace. Beautiful endless peace.
No more suffering or hurt. No more pain or sleepless nights.
Too many hands. Too many villains.
To Find a LightThe world doesn't need me.
It has enough poets.
My hope is my lover,
Who's angel heart
Holds my head above
The water to stop me
In this great pool of tears.
My shrunken body,
Lost in darkness,
My only company a small light;
My love who guides me.
There are other lights, though
I do not see them
Or feel their warmth
But I sense their presence.
For these lights are the people who
Care, but I have lost my ability to see.
The ones who hold me, who calm me
When I'm weeping
Images in my head so vivid.
Memories of a distant past that
I know they are there
I know they see me
Clear as skies.
But their reach is hard to grasp
Fumbling in the dark.
Ode to LoveLook at you, so small and quaint
So pitiful, yet so alluring
Waiting for me without a complaint,
Subtle sweetness on your lips, luring
Me to a place of false affection
And honesty. While you devour
My heart with your insubordinate
And impractical opportunistic infection
That which you call love! Pray tell, how're
You to expect our hearts to coordinate?
I remember once, while kissing your lips
I felt my heart soar, with utter bliss
I must be caught in insanity's grip,
For my love was lost in the black abyss
All those years ago when the man
Who took my dreams also took
My soul. Now I am merely a shell
Of the girl I was before this began.
You say you can help me but just look
At what little he left me with after sanity's knell.
Little boy, how can you follow
Such a damaged girl so absolutely?
Do you not find yourself in a wallow
Of worry, hurt, and utter astute
Vexation? I am puzzled by your devotion
Yet I cannot find it in my heart
To turn you away, for I fear that loosing
You would hurt
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind
Descentfirst noticed is the
an invasion of his ears
as in an auditorium
viewing the vivisection of
slicing away at
all that he is
body shattering into
thousands of cells
scattering to the winds
spells cast by the wicked
from antiquated books
anyone could acquire
all bear a curse
that cannot be denied
may be the cause of it
if it is not admitted
cannot be a figment
creeping shadows watching
rending the friable curtain
separating rational thought
from the other side
devoid of light and trust
ragged gashes gape
infinite gulf beckons hideously
an irresistible pull
scraping off clinging lucidity
lo, a brush against the hand
a thin filament
flimsy as spider silk
tenacious as a spider’s web
to this he clings
tenuous grasp on
As My Veins Turn Red Again
Within darkness I writhe, as his whispering blows wither my lips to autumn,
I know every stone of this floor, colored with congealed carmine that oozed off my eye
Your talons grasp my shoulder, a vulture clutching carrion close to it's beak
Your serpent fangs shatter all sensation in my shoulder
your knife makes my broken veins howl for plasma, your purple haze chokes the air off me
A crown of thorns are the remnants of my pride crying its demise,
As you whisper your howled haunted horrific hallucinations
The cries of my dried throat have been clasped in unheard silences.
A false sunrise grasps my heart in its leather fingers,
My eyes open greyyed with the smoke of your cigar
No more can I choke down my own blood boiled to black clumps
Acid runs in my veins, ruins in my cheeks, eats me in-out
Your cane strikes and blade slits, spelling out your pleasure
But as you make your last slash, the lioness inside me erupts at last.
The last slash still burns but I escaped my chains,
tore from y
Mendel's garden invasionThe garland devil leaves his daughters to roam sour gardens,
to squeeze perfume across their necks like lemons.
Sisters six mock Split-limes for her craving to lock candles in her lips:
Limes is a blunted thought-machine, a muted philosopher
but her sheets shake with magic,
each master watches his gooseflesh bubble like champagne.
I can rub old wine and apple slime deep into my pores,
But lemons, I shall never wear lemons,
the slur to existence, sliding down god's lungs.
Our den was never a cathedral, sisters six,
your bloodline quivers with a wild sin
bitten from the freedom tree.
The tasteless soil expels the girls who drip,
leaving the garland devil to roam their necks,
wryly tending lemon trees.
GONE - poemAs we walk
embittered by the thought
In the dome of death
we try to stay thoughtless
Though we all can't deny
the smell of decay
the fire coming out of the woods
The constant fear running through our veins
We have to accept
We cannot avoid
While we make our plans
Defend our homes
Fight away these horrific creatures
We all have the same thought in the back of your head
Whether the dome will fade or stay,
We will die anyway
Poupee desarticuleePoupée désarticulée
Apparait dans le noir
Vole mes jouets usés
Et mes petits mouchoirs
Rit fort aux éclats
De mille verres brisés
Broyés au coutelas
Me tisse une jolie robe
En cauchemars satinés
Aux yeux claustrophobes
N'est pas la bienvenue
Mes parents m'ont grondée
Parce qu'elle est revenue.
Betwixt Loving BloodDeathly still in grey soft smoke her whisper clear
Warm breath tempting misty memory within
Seduction gleaning soon invoke dim silhouette appear
Rose petals resting upon cold porcelain
Dreaming of silky vanilla divine
Golden leaf riding silver tide
White chocolate and blood red wine
For ethereal beauty I abide
Mystery weaving raven hair
Compelled by firelight dancing allure
Glistening before me feminine fair
Black latex immaculate maiden grandeur
Oh pale mistress bathed by moonlight
Your fiery eyes beseech me so
Vixen seductress of sweet twilight
Intoxicating grasp your crimson glow
Candles melting moist ivory skin
Lips of cherry against delicate lace
Lure everlasting veil made thin
Bewitching gaze mystical embrace
You haunt me in ecstasy electric desire
Charming my senses unspeakable bliss
Spectral enchantress for whom I aspire
May I appeal just one single kiss?
Sapphire eyes begin to sheen
Crescent grin and nod of her head
Gliding closer yet still in between
Upon the velvet for her I
HangingThe wooden door
in her chest
by what reality
they wished to exist
she was a witch
in their existence
but just another
human in hers.
The NitchawackOn one dark day,
a vertical line
dis't not move
in buying me time
as I slept in the wake
of an unseen maiden
of the deep dark lake.
As I was rolling in the hay
on that summers morn, I sat
watching the sun and the moon
place water in my hat.
The lady grew and grew,
and still she grew more;
her face all twisted and monstrous,
and her lips bulging unto
not even a sound
or an unseen line
could've shaken or waken
her unsound mind.
Not then did I linger,
nor ne'er shall I linger,
for the darkest lady of the night
had caught my heart
that sunny day, and
now I still sit in fright;
my chest open,
my lungs filling with air
but not breathing.
That lady that day,
as the locals say,
had left me alone -
rotting alone -
and now I ne'er shall play.
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