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23. MusicAlright. So, before you read...this is my...er, interesting attempt at writing song lyrics. (Hence being under the title music. Mmmyes.) Those of you that know me should know that I HATE poetry (loathe completelyyy). Anyway. I was in a poetry sort of mood--oh god, look out, the apocalypse is starting. So here's my attempt at song-lyric-style-poetry...stuff. 2 verses, a bridge, and choruses are italicized. Err...yeah. Enjoy. Or just try not to tear your eyes out.
Please dont blame me if I try to walk away,
Too many times Ive lost these games they play.
But theres just something about your smile,
That makes this risk seem worth my while.
For now, theres only one thing Ill say
My wounded hearts like glass
But Ill put it in your care.
Theres only one thing I will ask,
Just promise youll be there.
The tears Ive cried flow like a rive
51. SurpriseShe fumbled with the chopsticks, nearly dropping the piece of sushi into her lap. Note to self sushi is not good date food. A slight blush crept up her cheeks, coloring her skin a light pink. He grinned, which only made her feel more embarrassedat least for a moment.
Need help, doll? The comment and grin on his face almost made her choke on the piece of sushi she had somehow managed to get to her mouth. Fighting laughter and covering her mouth with her hand, she gave him a playful glare. After managing to swallow her mouthful and washing it down with a sip of her drink, she laughed out loud.
You are evil! And I might need some help They continued their dinner that way, laughing and joking, with him feeding her sushi even though she protested. Leaving the restaurant, he apologized for about the millionth time as she grabbed his hand, dragging
64. ForgottenHe is sitting at the far table in the corner, beer in hand. A few empty bottles on the table, lit cigarette held between two fingers. The lights are low, and soft music plays from a jukebox in the corner. She enters the doors and heads to the table, taking a seat across from him, getting a beer from the waiter before either of them speaks.
Her: Arent you going to ask What are you doing here? or something? I thought youd be surprised.
Him: What are you doin here? Or somethin.
Her: What do you think?
Him: Well, you sure as hell probably arent here to see me.
Her: Surprising, isnt it?
Him: Very. Why?
Her: I well
Him: Mhmm. Thats kinda what I was figurin. Look, just go on. You didnt have to come here to apologize to me for nothin.
96 MistakeI didnt
Really any kind of emotion
Would have been nice.
In the dark
Maybe pain, perhaps
That was what I should have been feeling.
But I see how
I just regretted ever
Letting you get so close to my heart.
Took my heart
Who said tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all?
Me. I realize
That I dont
Need you now.
40 Broken...scary? Me?
.I want to hold you high and steal your pain.
Hazel eyes. More green than anything else. Sometimes hints of brown, grey, orange. Orange, heh. Wrinkling my nose and squinting my eyes. Hah. Now that's just more silly than scary. A soft sigh, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. It isn't something you could see on the surface. No, not at all.
My brown-eyed knight, come save me. Why do I frighten you? Follow my song and don't be afraid. I need you by my side. I'm hardly a damsel in distress but my heart aches at the thought of a time when things were far from perfect and I--
.The worst is over now.
And we can
.again. I want to..
I suppose I can understand why you would be afraid. And I lied. Lied when I said that I wasn't. Of course I am! But the thought of your arms wrapped around me disrupts my fears and calms my pounding heart into a flutt
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