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I wantI want you out of my head.
I want your voice out of ears.
I want your scent out my nose.
I want you out of my view.
I want my good memories of you gone.
I want my bad memories of you gone.
I want my name out of your mouth.
I want your name out of my mouth.
I want my dreams to be free of you.
I want my thoughts to be free too.
I want my conversations to be done with you.
I want my stress level to go down too.
I want people to stop bringing you up.
I want you to stop glazing at me.
I want you to stop looking handsome.
I want you to stop being mean.
I want you to be less heartless.
I want you to be more ideologic.
I want your sarcasm to end.
I want you to open up more.
I want you to get away from me.
I want to stop acting a fool.
I want us to stop being so similar.
I want us to stop being sad.
The thing I want most of all,
is to stop feeling these feelings for you.
No matter how hard I want these things,
and the thing I want most of all,
I know that they all sadly won't come true.
RomanceWhat's considered Romance?
Snuggling on a cold winter night.
Telling inside jokes and laughing like hyenas because of it.
Being by each other's side like there is no tomorrow.
Falling asleep in each other's arms.
Walking on the beach in the moonlight.
Not being afraid to show your romantic side around others.
Doing spontaneous things to show your love for me.
Looking at me with the that burning, fiery passion in your eyes.
Reassuring me that everything is alright.
Careful fixing my wounds as I fix yours.
Taking time out of your busy schedule to check up on me.
Telling me how you really feel at times.
Letting your emotions file out of you at anytime.
Giving me compliments every time we see each other.
Always being chivalrous even when its not needed.
ImaginationLike stated in the conservation of Energy,
"Energy cannot be created nor destroyed,
can change form."
If you think about it, that's what imagination really is.
Imagination cannot be destroyed or created,
but depending on the person it can change form.
The definition of imagination isn't the same all the way around.
It can be colorful and bright,
or even dull and colorless.
It can spread from one little thing,
or even from multiple things.
The possibilities for what the definition is,
Believe it or not imagination isn't created.
We just have it within us.
As children we start to unravel our imagination at different times.
Some started earlier than others,
and some started later.
Despite this, it doesn't mean that imagination has been created.
No matter what happens though or what other people might do,
no one can destroy imagination either.
Imagination be put on hold for a moment,
but that doesn't mean it's been destroyed.
People might say imagination is useless,
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
At the End of the DayAt the end of the day,
I feel a certain way.
I don't feel really happy,
or romantic sappy.
I don't feel really sad,
or even a bit mad.
I feel like I have a victory,
but really I'm just having contradictory.
I've tried to have a better sense of trickery,
but it just ended with mystery.
I've ran out of more strategies,
than I do analogies.
I lost all my will,
so I can't pay this bill.
I do feel like all my life I'm rushing,
so it feels like I'll end up as nothing.
I sit down and try to think,
so I can find my missing link.
But all I hear,
is my silent tears.
I feel depressed,
and that much I will confess.
But I need to unload,
before I explode.
I don't feel loved,
I just feel even more shoved.
My days are turning to nothing,
and I need to do something.
I just need one last chance
to fix these days.
So at the end of the day,
I can feel a different sort of way.
Fighting for LoveI'm not a lover or a fighter.
I won't fight trying to keep you.
I won't fight you on how unromantic you are.
I won't fight to prove my true feelings for you.
I won't fight you on the things you do.
I won't fight you on your personality.
I won't keep fighting for you anymore,
especially when you keep breaking my heart.
I'm tired of always having to fight,
especially when you know I'm right.
I won't fight for anything involving you.
I'm not loving you if you don't love me.
I'm not a lover or a fighter if you continue on this way.
Unless I see a change in you,
I honestly wont keep fighting and loving you.
I'll only fight for you if you fight for me.
I'll only fight if you become more romantic with me.
I'll only fight if you don't cheat on me.
I'll only fight if you respect me.
I'll only fight if your more serious with me.
I'll only fight as long as it's for you.
I'll only love you if you prove your love for me.
I'll become your lover and fighter,
but only when you
All I do is Talk, Talk, TalkAll I do is
talk, talk, talk.
Others would love to beat me with a
sock, sock, sock.
All my mouth does is
run, run, run.
I do it for others who need some
fun, fun, fun.
Originally I didn't think I talked so
much, much, much.
But apparently that isn't
such, such, such.
Someone told me to be quiet as a
mouse, mouse, mouse.
Then I said "you mean the ones that live in your
house, house, house?".
He thought that was funny.
So that's one for the money.
Others want me to become a
doll, doll, doll.
But I think that is rather
dull, dull, dull.
So if my talking came to a halt,
I'm pretty sure I will commit aggravated assault.
If I stop talking, I would have to stop writing
poems, poems, poems.
Than that would leave y'all with a lot
boredom, boredom, boredom.
I can't just not
talk, talk, talk.
It would more than likely put me into
shock, shock, shock.
But I want to put others at their
leisure, leisure, leisure.
I know y'all just thought I was going to rhyme this with
seizure, seizure, seizure
(Late) Valentine's Day PoemsRoses are red,
Violets are blue.
Love is golden,
and so are you.
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I fight for all types of love.
How bout you?
Do you like oranges?
I know I do.
Even if you don't,
I still like you.
Roses aren't always red,
and violets aren't always blue,
But one thing that wont change,
Is my love for you.
Blood isn't red,
and it isn't blue.
But whatever the color,
it won't match my love for you.
Rage is red,
Sadness is blue.
Even after all these emotions,
I still like you.
Dandelions are yellow.
Tulips are pink.
If I could say anything,
I think you're really neat!!!
To Every GuyTo every guy that said, "Sex can wait"...
To every guy that said, "You're beautiful"...
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her...
To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down...
To every guy who has given her flowers just because that's how he rolls...
To every guy that said he would die for her...
To every guy that really would...
To every guy that did what she wanted to die for...
To every guy that cried in front of her...
To every guy that she cried in front of...
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning..
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad...
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all...
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her...
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe...
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours just to see her for ten minutes...
To every guy that would give his seat up...
To every guy that just wants to cuddle...
A Feminist's Speech"Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say,
I'll go ahead and say them anyway.
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits.
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard out here for a bitch."
Part I: Political
Girls don't have the right to vote,
In many countries,
Especially Islamic ones.
Why is that?
Muhammad was kind to his wife,
Shouldn't you follow his example?
I mean, he started your faith.
But I guess, being stubborn and stupid is a part of being a radical.
Should be granted to women.
Take a walk in our high-heeled shoes,
Hard to find a voice through blood.
Don't be offended little boys with our opinions,
Be a MAN.
Don't spread petty rumors to degrade women,
Or for fame or controversy. Yo mama would spank you.
Part II: Economic
So girls can do the same work,
Get paid less?
While you're out in offices,
We be at home tending your children.
Can you handle vomit and diapers?
On a daily basis?
Sitting by the window,
a bell goes off in my head.
and swallow the nails in my throat.
You see, I eat the rice off the spoon fed to me.
I enjoy the taste.
the spoon is too full and I choke on this.
Think and dream what you must of me.
That I live to not be able to count the innumerable numbers,
sip red wine,
and blindly cross the road of fame.
I want people of interest everyday,
a stable group of people to replace this house,
and to be a cleaner and kinder individual.
I want things to reform like before,
but with I have gathered now.
I want to fuse myself with the past.
I want to be a heart AND seize the rein.
I prefer a giant dose of bullshit any day,
over the goddamn truth.
So I weave together stories of myself.
I escape as a small toy king to its palace of ruins,
while servants with strings attached,
run towards me.
These black words is something people shouldn't dabble in,
but I do it anyway.
It is a weapon that tears through p
Rest In Peace
Oh, I'm sorry old friend,
we haven't met in a while.
How are things?
Is it goin' great up there?
I wish I had more time,
to spend with you,
heaven is a place on earth with you.
Now, my heaven is gone,
and hell breaks loose,
unto the floor,
creeping into my soul.
Anger and grief will overtake me,
uncontrollable of actions,
of all feelings.
You can't do this to me.
You just can't leave us like this,
look into your sister's eyes,
as she cries for you.
I have never seen her cry and I die a little inside with each drop falling.
I know it's not your fault,
you never meant to do this,
you fought to be this far.
I just can't get over this.
Pure pain and regret,
for everything I ever said to hurt you.
I wish I could take it all back,
and start all over again.
Oh great uncle,
please say you'll miss me.
Cos' I sure do.
Wish we had one last chat,
final moments together,
laughing, crying, smiling.
But, now you're gone, and I can't fix that.
The way you left was so sudden,
Under his sight - Clint x Reader - Chapter 2Chapter 2 - Hungry like the wolf
As you walk through New York city with Jane, the fresh air made you feel a little better. After passing by four blocs, Jane turns her head to look at you and see if you were still okay to keep walking.
"You're okay to walk? My doctor is not that far but if you want we can take a cab..."
"No, I'm fine. I just feel so weird and it's been a week."
"Do you feel like that only in the morning?" She ask.
You say yes with your head. Jane stays silent a few minutes before asking you, "Have you thought about being pregnant?"
Pregnant? You haven't thought about that. It could be possible. It’s been five months now. It could be time for the Barton family to have a new member.
"You're probably right... But I still have my period."
"It can happen sometime. Don't worry (Name). The doctor will tell you if you really are pregnant." She replies rubbing your back gently seeing your face going white.
"Bu...But what if Clint isn't ready fo
Under his sight - Clint x Reader - Chapter 1Chapter 1 - It's a beautiful morning
A little snow stand quietly on the earth. We're in november and it's starting to get colder. The kind of cold that make you stay in bed with the love of your life. The clouds are giving their places to the sun who's starting to rise in the sky. While he's doing what he usually does everyday, you wake up next to your beloved husband. As you open your eyes, a hand plays in your long brown hair.
"Good morning, my little pea."
"Good morning" you answer as you turn to look at Clint.
He is the most beautiful man in the world and he is yours since your wedding five months ago. You couldn't be happier. Yes there were a few days that weren't that great, some misunderstandings, some fights, but you two get back on track shortly after. As you move your head to give him a soft kiss, you feel dizzy.
“Honey? Are you ok?” He says seeing your face wince.
“Yeurk… No… Arrrh… It’s been a week! When w
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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