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UntitledEach human fears feeling lonely,
Forms connections to fill all the voids,
Some attain semblance of comfort,
Others escape and avoid.
Fair weather friendships are fickle,
Our smiles hide feeble disguises,
For repression retains one's material gains,
And that's worth all the lies it comprises.
Perception means more than reflection,
Distorted with artistic ease,
Lest the storm of the day drive fair weathers away,
Our deceptions seek those who believe.
Dear Reader, please don’t fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never believe that to cease the deceit,
Our risks would be worth the reward.
Dear Reader, please don't fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never have realized its all a disguise,
And that risk is well worth the reward.
TsukinushiI miss the lips I never kissed far more than those I tasted,
For each second spent in tasting became a moment wasted,
A dream cannot be buried beneath meaningless events,
A lesson learned repeatedly for which I must repent.
A wolf can howl for all its life and never kiss the moon,
Shattered remnants of its heart left strewn across the dunes,
Born bearing unrequited love for all its lonely life,
Destined cries unanswered ripple ‘cross the starry nights.
And I was but a wolf-cub who never had a chance,
Birthed into a lonely world so empty of romance,
Hopelessness incarnate, the knight within the poet,
Who watched his dreams eroded attempting not to show it.
I miss the lips I never kissed more than the rest combined,
Enough to be required to express it with a rhyme,
Those lips will never miss me despite countless hidden wishes,
For the existence I was given came with bliss strictly forbidden.
Petals FallingA cursed flower counts the days,
That love has passed me by,
I count the petals endlessly,
Awaiting there to die.
Each petal's fall a knell of death,
Translated into beauty,
A fate accursed placed on my back,
And styled as a duty.
Duty weighs so heavily,
And death is but a feather,
Yet the mountain rests atop my back,
A burden I must weather.
The flower's final petal makes its most fluid decent,
The crushing weight replaced by a feather's elegance.
UntitledDid it hurt when you fell from heaven?
'Cause it hurt when you sent me to hell,
Just because you're an angel that's fallen,
Doesn't mean you should take me as well.
I never asked to be broken,
It just sort of came with the past,
Punished for noble intentions,
Thrown out to rot with the trash.
I just wanted something that mattered,
A place that was safe to call home,
But the lies in your eyes oh so sweetly disguised,
Told a story quite far from my own.
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Is that why you sent me to hell?
If I'd known the truth on the day that we'd met,
Id have made sure that I never fell.
Black CatA black cat crossed my path today,
And I could feel luck swing my way,
A funny thing the twists of fate,
The subtle change throughout the day,
A whiff of something on the breeze,
That stirs nostalgic memories,
Stolen kisses in the spring,
Silly wishes, promise rings,
Musty castles far away,
The scents that lead my heart astray.
A black cat crossed my path today,
The sunshine stirred my heart awake,
Feelings faded with the years,
From youthful bliss and wishes dear,
A desperate dream that clung to life,
Tinged quite slightly with contrite.
The EpilogueI loved a little lonely girl, with all my shattered heart,
A Poet, Knight, romantic who was hopeless from the start,
She used me and she broke me and she threw my heart away,
Yet I see the eyes upon the eyelids whether sleeping or awake.
So, please, won't you kindly save me from this darkness and this pain,
A fall for someone broken is not predestined to be vain,
For romance is a specialty I've perfected since conception,
So upon your first impression make a cursory inspection.
Fall in love with me and I can show you all the things you've dreamed,
Then add romance to the story as an author writes his scenes,
Save me from this darkness and I'll thank you for the light,
With an endless life of smiles, an eternal loyal Knight.
The StoryI loved a little, lonely girl,
With hair of bushy auburn curls,
I loved her with my healthy heart,
Doomed to shatter all apart.
This little girl, upon first sight,
Out shined the sun to make it night,
Waited anxious during class,
To hear the name to which she matched.
Once softly heard her name was burned,
Into a heart which sorely yearned,
To whisper sweetly, taste the sound,
Of the name which had it bound.
For many years that boy did chase,
To be replaced and be replaced,
Held her drunken, crying, lonely,
Cared for her, his none and only.
The years had passed the window open,
A feel, a spark, a dream awoken,
A chase impulsive, one last chance,
For the hopeless to find true romance.
A smile fixed upon his lips,
The poet met hers for a kiss,
Not yet knowing of the lie,
His lovely damsel in disguise.
Deceitful kisses oh so bliss,
Masked the thorns the roses hid,
Their cuts so subtle, never noticed,
Beneath the love on which he focused.
Ever hopeless the romantic,
Made a gesture so pedan
LifeWhen I was young they told me I could do anything,
They told me if I set my mind to it, that I could be great.
I told them: “Okay, I want to never grow up,
I’ll sit here and chill on this sweet sippy-cup.”
Twenty odd years later they tell me I need a job,
I tell them I don't need a job I just need someone to rob,
They tell me stealing is wrong and I shouldn’t do it to live,
So I ask them what they have upon their naive person to give.
The officer who cuffed me asked me why I would steal,
Such a nice kid from the suburbs shouldn’t struggle for meals,
I told him, “they said I could do anything when I was a kid,
a falsehood so sweet I could hardly resist.”
He asked me what could drive me to becoming a thief,
“Well, sir, my life is built of nothing but grief.
they told me when I was a kid that I’d be the nuts,
but all I ever really wanted was to never grow up.
The Holy TrinityEat my body, drink my blood,
It takes away your sin,
Obey my words and fear my name,
And you shall change within.
Worship me with every breath,
For rewards never seen,
I promise you an afterlife,
Sing my hymns, adore my birth,
And I will grant you bliss,
Read my book, obey my words,
My way is the only way,
The holy and the good,
A truly blessed, god-fearing man,
Does everything he should.
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
The Heavenly DanceThe stars fell around us
And settled on our shoulders
As we stared into one another's eyes
And in that moment
We understood eachother
The stars then swirled anew
Creating a magnificent dress for you
And you took my hand
And led the dance
Weaving in and out of time
Like the threads connecting our minds
You told me we could never
And I believe you
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
You Are My AngelYou came to me in my dreams
When I was below the surface looking up at the sunlight filtering through water molecules
Your hand took mine
And you let me pull you down to lay beside me, where we looked up at everything floating by together
You came to me in my dreams
When I thought about how not worth it this life was and convinced me of otherwise
Your heart sat down beside mine
And I realized I felt alive.
FiveWhen the wind blows,
It speaks your name to me.
When I stare at the clouds,
I see your smiling face.
I watch the people passing by,
I see them wave and say hello,
And I think of you all the while.
At night I look up towards the milky way,
And I see the glowing stars,
And my eyes meet your gaze.
The grass beneath my feet
Is soft like you are to me.
The sunshine on my head
Is warm like your heart.
Everything I do
Makes me think of you.
In everything I see,
You're looking back at me.
In all that I say and feel,
I know you'll always love me still.
For you are my everything,
And my everything is you.
SixI am weak
And I am cold.
You are strong
And you are warm.
I am incomplete,
But with you
I'm made whole.
I am dirty
And covered in mud.
You are clean
And your heart is pure.
What is my world
If it doesn't include you?
I am harsh
And I am rough.
You are gentle
And you are smooth.
Without your love
I am nothing,
And life has no worth.
I am broken
And I am bent.
You are right
And you are true.
And this is why I'm loving you:
You're the beautiful one
Between us two.
Three WordsThree words people dream of each night before sleep,
Three words parents teach of with birds and with bees,
Three words grant a smile and set things to ease,
Three words people wish for to bring sweet relief.
Three words that were given and taken away,
Rip out a heart, leave a soul disarrayed,
A smile is broken, the sky fades to grey,
Three words became false and a heart fell astray.
Pick up the pieces, its never the same,
Three words once they're stolen are forever changed,
A burden so heavy it borders deranged,
Weighs down shoulders and hearts to leave a soul drained.
So when saying three words, please make sure they're true,
For once taken away, they cannot be renewed.
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