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Slow to MoveI have to start over,
It's been some years,
I keep moving my feet
just enough to scale an inch.
How long before I make it?
How long before progress comes?
I'm afraid to take bigger steps,
I don't know how to start over
when I thought I had it in my hands.
There was one after him,
he was my past.
Why do I keep doing that?
What does the past offer me?
Does the heartbreak ever change?
How long before progress comes,
when I don't allow myself to look back?
Can't make a future from failure.
They lied to me to get in.
Can't make a future lacking foundation.
They never wanted to give back.
Is this the fear that's stopping me?
Give again to lose?
Is this the fear that slows me down?
If I'm vulnerable,
Will there be more abuse?
Please don't send a wounded soul,
I can't deal.
Please don't send somebody so hurt,
That's all the love they deal.
I just need stability,
I just want some kind of peace.
It's tacky and cliche,
I'm tired of walking away.
To My DarlingsApologies for letting you gather dust.
Pardons for starving you to death,
while other pieces live and breathe.
I don't know what to say
although you've been here the longest.
You'll haunt me 'til death.
Memory: 8 Years Old--Kool-Aid Popsicle Failure I was known as the "Concoction Queen" in the house. I mixed the contents of the bathroom counter in the bathroom sink, mixed cranberry sauce with 7UP at Thanksgiving, and hot sauce went with everything. I loved putting everyday foods and sauces together to make my own snacks. Savory went with sweet, spicy went with smoky. My heart, however, belonged to all things sour and grape.
Sour candy was marvelous. As a child of the 90's, it was the most coveted of sweets at the local corner shop. Sure, sour apple was nice. Sour fruit punch was like winning a million bucks. Sour grape? That was the priceless stuff. The same applied to grape soda. This was my weakness. I'm amazed at the age of 28 to have only two cavities to show for my sugar-crazed days. Grape soda was a lover, a friend, and the best part of Summer. It was my top request at barbeques. It was the stuff that made me drool. Nothing could beat the taste of a freshly slushed a frozen grape soda.
Ah, but soda wasn't a
When there is sadness.
When there is joy.
Helplessly grasp at moments of nothing.
Why not celebrate when I'm not hurting,
Licking gaping sores
Because of him?
Was it worth it?
Not Like MomIn a private war to avoid being like her,
I gathered everything she once possessed.
Her personality runs through my veins,
Her spirit's found some new eternal rest.
The individual has merged with who she was,
I follow art to keep our sacred bond.
I can see,
I know she's a part of me.
Got what I needed,
Didn't get it all.
Her appeal is what I'm lacking after all.
If they see me,
It's by chance.
Invisible to second glance.
Don't know how she won them all,
Don't know how she found the greatest love of them all.
I weaved the fantasy in my head.
If I don't fall in love,
I'm better off dead.
I wiped the dry tears from my eyes.
She was the full package,
I'm just an eight-year surprise.
She has beauty in her face,
My body's a disgrace.
She was everything he wanted,
I'm the one they throw away...
If I could do them like she did,
If I could make the right moves,
If I could make somebody happy,
Life would be so good.
If everything was perfect,
Sorrow would fade away.
Perhaps I'm not lik
Phone Lovin'He makes me do bad things,
While he's just sitting there,
While we're just having a light chat.
He makes me thing wild things,
While I play with my hair,
While I contemplate the actual act.
Don't know where the fire comes,
Can't really complain.
Once the phone's outta my hands,
I'm callin' his name.
Makes me think nasty things,
Orgasmic, erotic things.
Why does this man have the power?
He goes deep with his voice,
Goes deeper with his love,
Miles mean nothing to us.
Such a tease,
Such a lovely tease--
Why must you talk to me that way?
Smiling on the phone,
Make me submit.
I'll get on my knees any day.
I want this body to melt into yours,
Want those hands all over me.
Set for the cosmos,
Over the sea,
He makes me do naughty things.
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.
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.
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.
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.
He Compliments MeMy complimentary half;
One who makes me feel so many things,
One who makes my days a little better,
One who loves every flaw I hate--
Why do I deserve such a sacred gift?
My complimentary half;
One who swells my girlish pride,
One who exchanges secrets to hide,
Where have you been all along?
My complimentary half;
Person who gives me so much love,
Person who burns with white-hot desire,
Man who understands the delicacy of both--
What's the fastest way to get to you?
My complimentary half;
Sweeter than old hometown candy,
More beautiful than wildflowers dancing in the yard,
As wonderful as the first warm day of the season--
When can we start our new life?
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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