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human contacti've got numb hands and shaking limbs, sunken lungs with a lost grail.
we'll find each other again i know.
you're something of a shadow.
this watchmen guards me night and day, pleading, and i can't break it.
yet every time that i awake a distance grows from sill to screen i dream of one day losing you.
this is like i imagined it though, a short period of catching glances, your cold still body laying next to mine as i try to remember the last time you smiled.
then you do no breathe another word and just like that it's all gone. and though you never leave me, it is as though you are a ghost.
close your eyes.he came back for her.
he laced his shoelaces around her fingers
ceased. and her fingers
and then he left
and sleeked away with
some girl from
but he came back.
he sewed her fingernails
to the roof of her mouth
the tips of her fingers red raw;
black and blue.
he placed atop her
a tomorrow he couldn't
but only blindly hope
wouldn't hurt as much as
the yesterday he forgot.
and with her lungs he emptied
his breath amongst
all the water from
his eyes and
emptiness that was
eating away at
Once Man, Forever SoldierI didn't wake up in a panic. I lifted my heavy eyelids and slowly my pupils adjusted to the darkness. I awoke calm and rational, just like any sane person would, on any "normal" day. It was the sound of the dogs barking that woke me, just like when my husband would arrive home late from work. Their chains rattled against the concrete as they whined for affection. This is what used to wake me up on most nights.
I made my way down the hall, fingertips mapping the walls as I went. Even without the light on I could make out the silhouette of fake fruit mocking me from the bowl on the table. The smell of pine from a day spent polishing furniture
frailty thy name is womenyou looked at me with those eyes that pleaded for answers, for questions and for the unknown to present itself in front of you; within you. but you didn't get what you were looking for and I didn't give what I needed to, what I've been waiting two years to.
I looked at you and it was as if time was spherical, as if we could both be in two moments at once. you, with your cigarette smoke and your smooth hands. me with my attempt at fitting in and my attempt at standing out.
and who are we kidding, this is going no where. to pick something up now, to make it into false confidence, we'd end up back where we began. with nothing to lose and nothi
are 19 candles enough?when i was younger i remember telling my mother that i wanted to leave this place when i grew up.
that i never imagined living here for the rest of my life.
truth is, i never imagined living that long anyway.
anywhere but herei found you today with your head in clouds, with my
breath caught in my chest
and i turned to the left and pretended you weren't there.
and in that moment i like to think
he became your hero, your enemy and everything in between.
i found you today with your head in clouds of smoke,
my breath caught and my limbs shaking and i remembered
'neither can live while the other survives'
though no phoenix feathers at our core;
i'm simply one half of choking body
and you'll never remember what it's like to be
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More