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Life is precious.
And that's the catch.
The ones we know and love dispatch.
Never more with us in form.
As living mortals,
In body and dorm.
And oh it hurts as they adieu,
Their final curtain call.
Which can't undo.
But as the grief fades away,
Tears of sadness stop to fall.
And in our hearts we feel them stay,
For this isn't their death today.
It's the mere end of the carbon existence.
For the human soul is immortal forever.
And this is their happiness.
That which makes us smile.
And a start to continue it
With our own endeavour.
Get ready Rover P6,
It's time again,
We're heading out.
Firing up off gone again.
Travelling here over and out.
Across the country,
Down the lanes,
Driving down the motorway,
Heads turn as they see your paintwork.
It's a passion.
It's a life.
The polish and the spanners.
The engine roar,
Travelled to many places,
Seen many things,
So many people in the world we live,
The miles on the clock,
Good memories just like the car.
Living 1960s like it's new,
Driving Force to the rescue.
Grab the crew,
The flasks and the pass.
It's gonna be a show that will last.
Head to the show grounds,
Display the car.
From the West Midlands
And this year is the fifty years mark.
Celebrate the birthday by driving proud.
P6 drivers have a shout.
Award winning car.
Doesn't matter if it's scratched up,
Or showroom class.
Take it on this year,
It's been a long long road.
But the P6 is still driving proud.
British Bulldog heading to the next,
Here's to the big five-
Because it's a funny idea.
Not one thought of nor feared.
Because you've never felt the need before.
So to amuse,
Ask you friends this,
As you write in the box,
Leave a comment that says ideas.
Looking for some ideas
To base some poetry on.
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Thunderbirds Are Go!
It's Christmas time in '92.
The year has been a one good.
Nigel Mansell is World Champion,
And Euro Disney opens forever.
But that's not what gets you excited,
As you tear off the wrapping paper.
It's the goodies you've just uncovered...
In livery of International Rescue.
Those heroes you see on TV.
Those puppets of great intentions.
So human like,
You forget the strings attached.
And of course their incredible machines.
A quick few seconds and out of the pack,
In your hand Thunderbirds Are Go!
TB1 and TB2, TB 3 and TB4.
FAB1 rolling onto the scene!
TB1 in the skies supreme.
Thunderbird 2 is to the rescue.
It's a submarine in trouble!
Quick! Launch Thunderbird 4!
Oh, Darth Vader
I see your pain,
It flickers through you.
Like candles flames.
I know it burns you.
Your open heart.
That's closed up cold now.
You shared your life,
And now it's over.
Oh, Darth Vader.
Will you still save her?
Save yourselves from a disgrace.
The pain won't stop.
It only continues.
Like tides on a beach,
There's no escape.
No hidden exit.
You'll have to find peace.
In your casket.
Oh, Darth Vader.
Do you tears fall still?
Do they still burn?
Give me time and I'll go away to work it out.
I've spent ages in the loop,
Now suddenly the circle's gone.
And I begin to walk.
I get up once more.
I can't do it more no more.
You tell me I'll be fine,
That every once in a while,
Everybody has to fall,
Only to get up again.
So I kept walking,
Stumbling around in the dark,
Trying to pick up the pieces,
Trying to find the loop.
But it's the reason I kept falling.
And it can't be sane this way.
At some point I call out,
Asking for an answer
But it never comes.
And that's when I fall.
I hit the ground on my knees.
I say I don't know no more.
That's when it hits me,
And the path I've been walking,
Suddenly I see the evil.
I see another path lead away,
And I take it with my joy.
These are the first steps.
The first of my new world.
No more loop.
No more pain.
No more been driven insane.
They'll never say sorry.
But that doesn't bother me no more.
It's a passion and it's a pain.
It's a delight and it's menace.
A combination of ying and yang.
The simplicity and the difficulty.
Restoration is like a marriage.
And sometimes you regret it!
Like those times of changing joint bushes.
High pressure disasters just waiting to happen!
It's high risk and it's a danger.
But sometimes it does go right.
But other times it's different...
Flying bushes give you a fright!
But it's like all marriages with their ups and downs.
And when all is back on the motor.
And that engine is purring over,
It makes you feel pretty proud.
That you're also married to a Rover.
It's a little different than from before.
I'm a person so happier now.
Before now the days passed into nights,
And the tears used to fall alone.
Since you've been here,
I've got this smile within,
Even if I'm not smiling outside.
I can work late into the night,
And not feel lost & confused.
I can see love doves talking,
And walk on by still smiling.
I can go a whole day without talking to nobody,
But that's okay because you're here.
Even if you're a million miles away.
Nothing can take this.
Nothing can take you away from me.
It used to be me.
Just me alone on this beaten road.
Just shows how walking can save a world.
Can turn a blue sky into red.
Can change your whole destiny.
And as the days turn and you grow,
You're the reason I walk with a smile.
Anakin's Promise: CH12
Padmé Amidala came to her senses quickly and groggily.
She heard footsteps approaching her and she opened her eyes, instantly regretting it as the bright sun blinded her momentarily.
She hurt all over. Her skin felt sore and burnt from the white hot sand and she groaned in pain.
Someone knelt beside her.
"Are you alright?"
It was one of the Clones.
She realised he must've been thrown from the transport in addition to her.
"Uh-uh," she replied, getting up slowly and gingerly. That fall had hurt a lot but she held back a wince.
The Clone got up as she did, placing his free hand back on his weapon and steadying it.
She thought about what had happened quickly.
She remembered Anakin yelling her name...falling from the ship onto the hot sand dunes...pain...blackness.
The impact had knocked her out brilliantly. Now Anakin and Obi-Wan were who knew where on the miserable planet.
"We'd better get back to the Forward Command Centre," the Clone said.
That snapped Padmé right to her
Yin and Yang"Momma... I have a secret for you.
But you can't tell anyone,
especially not Dad.
Please, not Dad. Okay?"
"What is this world coming to?!
My child, I love you but this is wrong.
I should have known all along.
This is disgusting.
It is not natural, it's habitual
your spending time
with those fags."
"But Momma, this is who I am.
I was hoping that you'd understand,
how I see the beauty in yin and yang.
Men and women are truly the same,
in these blind eyes and open heart.
Is it wrong to love someone,
to see past their body parts?"
daughterI find her in my kitchen, one ordinary morning with the harsh winter sun tipping full through the window. I haven't seen her for six months, and yet here she is, bruised knees pulled up under her chin, the light pouring through her hair like dull bronze. Despite the cold she is only wearing shorts and an old gray t-shirt, two sizes too big. Upon hearing my footsteps she looks up from picking at her nails, covered in chipped black polish, multicolored threads and silver rings slipping down her wrists. Her hair is tangled and long; longer than I can ever remember, and she tucks it behind an ear studded with piercings that glint in the dark strands. Her face is still in the shadows but a smile breaks through the silence and for the smallest moment I am stunned by the sheer momentum of life; the scent of baby powder, fireflies in the live oaks at night, the first time I felt her weight in my arms in a hospital bed, her tiny heart beating like a butterfly against my palm.
I have to sift
J u s t l i k e y o u.She enjoys
sitting on her bed
in her over-sized T-shirts
with her over-sized jeans.
imagining a different life.
She likes to have her controller in her hand,
having her guitar staring her right in the eyes.
She likes to ignore her heart,
as it causes too much pain in her life.
Nobody.Anyone can put on a mask on their face,
or paint on a smudged smile
full of bright colors.
so what if I don't care about being ''Miss Somebody?''
because nobody is my name.
Fuck YouFuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.
How about instead of you asking me to thank you every once in a while, you thank me?
Ive never gone off on you. And now you're going off on me.
Im sorry. I dont read minds.
Fuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.
How about instead of you yelling, you listen to me?
Ive never raised my voice at you. But why do it to me?
Im sorry. I don't ever tell you whats going on.
Fuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.
How about instead of you telling me what to do, you take care of yourself?
Ive never pushed you around. Not once.
Im sorry. I dont kiss your ass like I should.
Fuck you, Mother. Fuck you, God.
Now wheres my goddamned thank you?
Single LadiesI want to spend a summer fortnight in the Everglades with LynnMarie.
I want to sleep all day and stay up all night, learning just one dance.
I want to dance like Kurt Hummel in the Glee "Single Ladies" video.
I want to learn every hair flip, finger waggle, hip thrust, every move.
I want to keep this incredible talent a tiny secret in my heart of hearts.
I want to keep it for a day when I have a true heart great-granddaughter.
I want to see the gleam in her eye when I invite her to share my secret.
I want to dance, dance for her, until we both cry gasping tears of laughter.
I always admired you
because you're a star in the fallen
whenever you sang a sad song
so you could turn it into something beautiful.
(I used to kill to have a voice like you.)
I always looked into your big brown eyes
to see a story of a broken man
trying to get by with no life inside his heart.
It always took everything I had left inside me to not run to you,
and I always felt a piece of me dying
whenever I looked deep into your smile.
(And the truth is that I'm just like you.)
When I was ten you would exclude me out of public events
because you believed people would end up breaking my heart,
but the truth is that my heart has been broken
ever since I saw you cry.
(And it's like every time that you cry,
I feel like I have to cry because a part of me has always been you.)
You're the bravest person I know,
but can't you see just how much I love you?
I would die for you.
broken memories.When you were six and I was nine,
I could hear you singing in the shower
as you sang a broken chorus
that left everyone around you speechless
because as you looked at yourself in the mirror,
you saw new tears pouring down your face.
As your skin turned sheet white,
you remembered that you no longer have a heart.
When you were seven and I was ten,
we would play on swings
and see who could jump the highest
to touch the stars at night,
but the truth is that
I would always let you win
because I love the way that your lips smiled
whenever you screamed into the night.
I remember how we used to catch fireflies in jars
and you would always let them go,
but the truth was you were escaping your own mind.
(I remember how I always told you that I could fix you,
but your eyeliner always streamed down your cheeks
as you turned to run away
because you were too afraid of opening your heart.
I haven't seen you since,
but the truth is that I still love you.)
We can have ourselves a proper Christmas this year.
Nothing to hurt us.
It's taken time. Lots of time.
But now everything's perfect.
My family are over for dinner,
You're determined not to use your staff,
And Obi-Wan's found time to join us.
It's Christmas bliss
With a Leia and Luke food fight!
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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