| this is a rather cluttered contents section, dividing poetry and prose with the former split into several confusing categories |
SuccubusI need to spit, Spit at all the tricks Split the lip as the tongue licks The cracked kisses Of long gone disappointments Of another Miss Promiscuous. I can't deal with this False tryst of bliss Of realising it will be missed As those that listened, Pissed their lives away into a sickly yellow mist...Succubus
Did I go too far? Overstep the mark? Try too hard to be something that I just can't be? Let alone imitate with botched attempts Of faked deceit and false lies, Do I have to join those legions? That march into clouded regions In
...Phoney AccentsReciting Poetry in Phoney Accents...Phoney Accents
I'm reciting poetry in phoney accents, Emptiness and loneliness Hand in hand in business I'm doing that thing again That thing I used to do when I knew I was alone The silent me that groaned When Atlas shrugged and moaned...
I'm yearning again Yearning... Yearning to be alone on a vast desolate highway Yearning to quote Sinatra and claim 'I did it my way' Yearning to love with passion, smiles and truth Yearning to scream so loud that I actually raise the roof Exhale...
I want that precio
Red“The world is so much smaller, yet so much bigger than you realise...”Red
It begins in the dark...
There in the nothing Some horror did stir No fish or animal Insect or bird Falling around, it was disturbed...
A drop of water, red as night Fell from the sky Trickled into it's eye It glowed with a passion It raged with a smile It broke through thin paper It started to cry Crimson tears...
As tears fell, life began There a woman, There a man. Beginnings of a world Encapsulated in a tear. &nb
Spirit And ConsequenceCheap kisses under coloured lights, Easy action with the pumping sound. I glance and steal the smile From each and every face.Spirit And Consequence
Lips brush my cheek As false promises are made With the God of Consequence overshadowing us both.
I falter and wonder... Would I be sensible Would I keep my distance If I was more full of spirit?
Or would it make me Move closer, brushing nearer Beautiful moments made as Consequence bears down and Smashes me to pieces Leaving the promise bearer unscathed.
The Third TimeI never though I could hurt this bad Never Am I so easy to use? I swallowed your lies; one by one Believing only what I wanted to believe Seeing only what I wanted to see It was so obvious But I wanted it so badly to be false That I just refused to let myself see it I’m just a toy that you use to hide yourself with You strung me along with your smooth words and sweet whispers You drew me in with thoughtful gifts, talk of our future, and tender embraces What I though was love in your eyes Was really deception—candy coated So that I would yearn for it LiarThe Third Time
More Than I rememberWhen I am desolate and the black that lurks in my peripherals threatens to consume my vision just one word from you makes me less lugubrious and more loquacious and suddenly I am more elated than I rememberMore Than I remember
When I feel plain mediocre, artless, and humble when my head reels with self-loathing just one look from you makes me feel less ordinary and more unique and picturesque and suddenly I am more beautiful than I remember
When I feel ignorant like all my words and thoughts have no meaning my actions hollow and trivial that no one
TEN1. and we have only begun 2. is for how much this will hurt you 3. is for how it hurts me 4. is for opening the door 5. is for finally being alive 6. is for more pain in the mix 7. is for my banishment from heaven 8. is for the tears shed for this broken saint 9. is for the end of the line 10. is the beginning of the endTEN
| You may notice that this box often contains my own crap from my other account: ~wackiest. This is because I am a shameless self promoter. |
| Hi, my name is Phil and I'm a student currently living in Liverpool, originally from near Bristol, but my parents live near Birmingham... :S I've been on deviantART for a while now posting things up everynow and then. The majority of my gallery is poetry but occasionally there is some sort of prose floating about. My contents page has everything more organised for your viewing pleasure  |
Back at Uni!
Relief
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Don't try to find true love;
Let true love find you.
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~wackiest ~ the 'Artist' me, if you like crap, have a look. Or if not, have a look at my more poetic side ~despairinspired
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Don't try to find true love;
Let true love find you.
nice to meet u...
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~wackiest ~ the 'Artist' me, if you like crap, have a look. Or if not, have a look at my more poetic side ~despairinspired
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