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My lovely tomboyShe had never seen the sun
never wanted a word from anyone
how will i rest my head?
tell me what my choice is
i get caught up on the day to day
what i really need is a simple place
Cyan"you really loved him, didn't you?" Belial gazed at Murmur from the side. She watched him look down at his hands;
"there's no such thing as love."
Belial's heart seemed to deflate and sink like a balloon, she didn't know why.
"but i...." Murmur turned his eyes to the blank wall in front of him, "miss him."
He spoke quickly, as if those words were food that had given him a bad taste and he wanted them out of his mouth, out of his mind.
as if it hurt to say something so soft. He winced.
"I know I'll miss him forever."
Belial nodded even though she had no idea.
He still wasn't looking at her, barely conscious of her presence.
BravelessNewWorld"saver the day" said the narrator, "with card games and pallor tricks"
that day, the sun wasnt too bad and there was a cool breeze that stopped by every few seconds to caress a girl who stood waiting by a broken telephone booth on the side of a back road called "xross," which traveled all the way from DDMMYYY to uPTin and had narrow alleyways that were sequestered and hidden from any light seeing eye. val waited patiently for them, watching cars that looked even sketchier then she did, drive past for about seven minutes until the two mediums she was expecting arrived. andrew, who was holding what looked like a pistol-sized water gun, looked her up and down and then snickered at the ground "she looks like a fucking hooker" koral, who was tall and beautiful and carrying a backpack, nodded indifferently.
val reached into the bag that was slung from her shoulder, "i am a fucking hooker" she said simply. Then she handed them each a small plastic bag, about the size of a playing card.
the children rawI had a dream a plane made out of rib cages and earrings bombed our house.
flying over large and loud with silent noise, like whales.
Our one house seemed to be a whole town
I was the only one who survived
everyone was dead, except me. out of the
smoking chaos and shifting rubble
my father's old bible was the only thing left
the bible he said was so old it was signed by jesus
i carried that bible away from the remains of our house
but it burned my hands
demons followed me with hungry mouths like i was carrying a sack of meat
the devil rolled a die, i was being used to settle one of his bets
god himself pointed down from the sky
a bloody jesus hung on the cross, eyes closed
then i began to drown
empires foundedshe wished she had her drums to play for them so they could understand how she felt inside
they dontknowwhat they started
just to hold you like i held you, pressed like a rose between my fingers pressed like a rose between my fingers or like stones i keep in pockets meant to weigh me underwater.
and you went to keep me underwater
to keep me underwater.
these scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear.
we'll raise our fists like lightning to rods to god and
if he strikes us down,
then he strikes us down.
but first, let him hear us speak:
we are like the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways,
"we will never be the same again."
i can feel you healing and i hate it
(like a harpist without hands you only bang the strings
you used to love to touch so much)
all i can do now is laugh at your disgust.
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