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Nightmare Alley (Poem and Spoken Word Video)(Spoke Word: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOnjjTyEp_M )
I had a dream that I got in a fist fight with my mother;
Woke up inhaling the punches and exhaling the hurt.
Woke up face down
Woke up knocked out, busted lip
It was 3 am and I found myself at the door;
Walked outside to feel the moon.
Walked inside to find some solace,
Walked to the mirror, hollow eyes.
Back to bed.
When your mother hits you, never hit back.
Hit the ground running, legs churning.
Hit the road, hit the pipe.
Hit the wall with your fists, hit the sky;
Just hit something.
I fell asleep, but didn't dream, I breathed.
Breathe in, Breathe out, Breathe air.
I Love You (spoken word poem and video.)Video for this poem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk0ciqr-AYg
The first time I let you go,
I let your leaf fall from my tree.
I let your soul seep from my veins.
I let your heart break me.
Yeah, I knew you'd been talking to her.
I knew you fancied her.
I knew she was older than me,
More experienced than me,
Prettier than me,
Thinner than me.
I knew you wanted her more than you ever wanted me.
So I let you go.
I drove by your house with our song drowning out the sound of the engine,
But I let you go.
I whispered your name in my sleep because you were the only one that I ever dreamed of,
But I let you go.
I saw you around town an
Left Behind.My veins opened to spill my crimson soul.
I'm a pale child, once left behind;
To weak to run, too broken to crawl.
A perfect dreaming skull crushed; it’s dust blown away just like my mind.
The trees around are young, but unlike me, they grow tall.
My eyes are wide, but see only the grey sky.
When the thunder rolls my tears are hidden by the rain;
Who falls, but does not break when she hits the ground.
Why is the rain so free while I am chained in pain?
The abyss of my throat is left open, but releases no sound.
The trees around are baron now, sickly with age.
My heart is old, an ancient spirit.
My lungs are slowly forgetting ho
Let Me InWe all deserve to be tired and stubborn sometimes.
Tonight it’s your turn.
It’s what you deserve;
But let me help. Let me in.
I’m knocking on the doors of your eyelids screaming “Look at me!”
Why are your doors still closed?
Why do you keep your soul locked behind your tears?
Can’t you hear me?
Let me sing you the wind.
Baby, don’t block your ears.
Let the sound flow in
So I can sing you to sleep and steal your fears.
Let me into your heart.
Let me crawl down your throat;
Let me clear away the sobs.
Let me breath for you.
Love, float away with me.
I’ll be the sails on your boat.
There are days when my cells ache;
When I crumble in pain so great that it breaks the monotony.
There are days when my wrist is severed from my body,
But on those days I still write.
There are days when my fingers won’t grip the pen
And my font is worse than that of the doctor whom I should be seeing.
There are days when I stare at the ceiling and pretend it’s the sky
Just so I don’t miss the sun.
There are days when I like the mirror and days I don’t,
But there is no simple in-between.
There are days like today when I can’t decide if I want to see the next sunrise,
Though I still have hope for the sun
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