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QueroQuero abraço, calor, carinho, amasso.
um fôlego quente na minha nuca,
deitar na relva com a sombra de uma cara por cima da minha.
Quero paixão, daquela que me deixa com os joelhos a tremer,
quero prazer de uma carícia nos meus recantos mais escondidos
quero não ter de explicar o quanto gosto que me mexam aqui,
mesmo aqui no fundo das costas.
Quero lamber dedos com malícia
e olhar sugestivamente por cima dos meus óculos.
Quero sentir uma mão na minha face durante um beijo
com língua, e mordidelas no lábio e arrepios na espinha.
Quero me entregar no abandono de uma noite de sexo escaldante
que se transforma em mais uma queca matinal ainda rouca da noite anterior
antes de ir trabalhar de directa com o meu corpo ainda a pulsar de deleite
e quero tentar não corar e rir qual adolescente quando me lembrar de tudo à frente de pessoas
e suspirar por mais, e aiar sem que ninguém saiba por quem.
If you'd let meIf you’d let me, I would swim in the black sea of your hair…
engulfed by the sweetness of your smell,
with the air of you everywhere like seaweeds surrounding me.
I would drown in the darkness of your eyes
and not care if there was no way back from this bottomless well
of wisdom and compassion.
Please I beg of you, look at me once more.
Like that first time…
That way, like you could have saved my soul.
Like I am one worth saving.
If you’d let me, like your quiet little cat,
I would curl into a little ball of person on your lap.
and purr appreciative of your warmth and caresses
just like there was a little humanity left inside me
lighting up when I’m around you.
Please, I beg of you, embrace me once more.
Like that first time…
That way, like you could keep my life from draining
Like I am one worth living.
Midsummer Night's DreamThe sun sets on my heart, I can see a faint glow coming from the hills.
I want to leave my closed up room.
roam around in the night to go after that faint light
it looks so quiet and constant no bright flashes, no neons, just a guiding light in the darkness
a milky way rising on the horizon. leading my eyes to the stars.
without realizing it I feel my feet in the water,
In this pond in the dark I see your light like a star shining down on me.
are you looking for me in the dark too?
or am I the only one trying to reach the other side?
I grasp with my hand as far as I can to try and catch your light
And I wake up with a sun beam on my face like you were never there.
Like darkness never existed at all.
And the memory of your light fades
so I won’’t miss you in the sunlight.
Through The Looking GlassI just wanted to follow you through the looking glass,
and see what was on the other side...
I wished so hard you’d take me down that rabbit hole with you,
but you never invited me in for tea...
so by myself, I just kept dreaming about it,
I kept imagining it, to save my life.
To give me something to wake up for every morning.
Expectations of a very merry unbirthday of sorts,
and all of our “maybe-nothings”, “certainly-not-somethings”,
pulled me back to life.
Picturing myself on the other side of the mirror,
in that make believe world, just kept me alive.
The hard part was waking up by the river bank,
figuring that all this was but a dream
and having no one to share it with.
Because that loving, caring, version of you,
had stayed on the other side of this mirror I now sat in font of,
watching the sparkle of pearly tears falling ever so slowly into the abyss of my chest.
Preciso do cheiro da tua peleNão fales, não olhes para mim...
Aliás, fecha os olhos
Dá me só dois segundos! enquanto eu sinto o teu respirar ofegante
no meu lábio húmido.
Deixa-me passar a mão pela tua barba por fazer
Enquanto a outra vagueia entre o teu peito e os teus ombros.
Não tenho coragem...
Sinto o teu corpo estremecer quando hesitante suspiro no teu pescoço
perto da tua orelha...
Abres os olhos, traído,
pegas na minha mão, como quem se defende de um estalo.
e afastas o teu corpo do meu
Quero dizer algo engraçado, para esconder o meu embaraço,
mas as minhas faces ruborizam-se
e os meus olhos se enchem de lagrimas
antes mesmo que o som saia da minha boca entreaberta.
Fitas-me, encaras-me nos olhos, incrédulo, num segundo que dura horas.
Quero morrer de vergonha e a todo o custo procuro a minha cara impassível e estóica.
Mas as pernas querem ceder-se-me debaixo desta sens
Dark HorseIt didn't even feel like falling.
The air around us was so light.
Might as well have been dying.
Gravity suddenly reversing.
While in my head I took flight.
Charming doesn't quite describe it.
Wilting? Old-fashioned? maybe fusty.
With no need for a friend like me.
You just catered to your hollow.
I made you out to be this dark horse.
Expecting the unexpected from you.
'cause between us I felt this intense force.
Except in my heart deep down I knew,
You were no knight in shining armor.
Now you've dropped it on the floor.
But once given, no takebacks, no encores,
A broken heart won't grow back, there's no cure.
Although with smiles I proceed and pretend
Some things, alas! You cannot mend.
Blue RoomI, I sleep in your bed
but now it don't feel the same
for you, was it just pretend?
were we always only friends?
In your blue room
he, he came into your life
I helped him tell you something nice
you knew he was quite the catch
even I thought he was a match
in your blue room
but the softness of your skin, I can still remember
the sweet smell of your head just under the covers.
You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone
and I, I sleep in your bed
but it don't feel the same
You, after all the times we shared
still belong to another man
in your blue room
Cold Polite WestNo sleep
In the desert of your eyes.
That deep stare down
A duel of hearts
Where the last man standing
Is no winner at all...
Whips to the flesh
Cut deep through the soul
In this silent bloodshed
Both aiming for the heart
Stone cold killers
LustHe gently brushed his palm against my cheek,
slided his hand to my neck in a gentle carress.
He leaned in, and kissed me...
My whole body shivered,
it felt like like I was magnetically being pulled towards him,
my lips pressed against his,
feeling the warmth of his body so close to mine,
when he pulled away he gently said to my ear:
"this is your christmas gift"
And the thrill I felt at that exact moment
left me happier than any christmas gift ever could.
My gift was lust...
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
The Heavenly DanceThe stars fell around us
And settled on our shoulders
As we stared into one another's eyes
And in that moment
We understood eachother
The stars then swirled anew
Creating a magnificent dress for you
And you took my hand
And led the dance
Weaving in and out of time
Like the threads connecting our minds
You told me we could never
And I believe you
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
The Origins Of The Ice Queen (Story)
As the Duke slammed into the cold, hard ground, Elsa knew that she had only made the accusations worse. As the fear began to consume her she ran out of the castle's huge, wooden gates, her breath increasing in speed and intensity the whole time. She heard a familiar voice shout after her. "Elsa! Wait!" It was her sister Anna. She was 2 years younger than Elsa and had a beautiful young face with a rosy complexion and had strawberry blonde hair with a white highlight in it. She wore a green and black royal gown with a flowery pattern over the torso. It was perfect for the coronation that had taken place that day. However, it was not so perfect for chasing the new Queen. "Elsa please! Stop!" Anna shouted at her terrified sister. Elsa started to sprint even faster now, she flicked her wrist and created an icy path in an attempt to slow down her ever worrying sister. Anna slipped and fell onto her behind. She let out a small yelp as she sat, stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Elsa
You Are My AngelYou came to me in my dreams
When I was below the surface looking up at the sunlight filtering through water molecules
Your hand took mine
And you let me pull you down to lay beside me, where we looked up at everything floating by together
You came to me in my dreams
When I thought about how not worth it this life was and convinced me of otherwise
Your heart sat down beside mine
And I realized I felt alive.
FiveWhen the wind blows,
It speaks your name to me.
When I stare at the clouds,
I see your smiling face.
I watch the people passing by,
I see them wave and say hello,
And I think of you all the while.
At night I look up towards the milky way,
And I see the glowing stars,
And my eyes meet your gaze.
The grass beneath my feet
Is soft like you are to me.
The sunshine on my head
Is warm like your heart.
Everything I do
Makes me think of you.
In everything I see,
You're looking back at me.
In all that I say and feel,
I know you'll always love me still.
For you are my everything,
And my everything is you.
SixI am weak
And I am cold.
You are strong
And you are warm.
I am incomplete,
But with you
I'm made whole.
I am dirty
And covered in mud.
You are clean
And your heart is pure.
What is my world
If it doesn't include you?
I am harsh
And I am rough.
You are gentle
And you are smooth.
Without your love
I am nothing,
And life has no worth.
I am broken
And I am bent.
You are right
And you are true.
And this is why I'm loving you:
You're the beautiful one
Between us two.
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
E quando chegaste, ainda à distância, sorriste, e o tempo parou.
Olhaste me no fundo dos olhos e deixaste me com arrepios na espinha...
Sem nunca perceberes que tinhas estado no meu coração esta eternidade,
que ele acelerou quando te deixaste abraçar.
E que quase parou quando foste embora
sem me dares a esperança de te poder voltar a ver.
Tinhas tido um dia, uma semana, um mês, um semestre louco,
E ainda me perguntaste com tanta paciência como estava a minha vida louca.
Ouviste me falar e desconversar o tempo todo
Sem nunca desconfiares de que o que eu queria era comunicar contigo sem palavras
e que ansiava pelo toque da tua pele, como o deserto por água,
e pelo sopro do teu fôlego ao meu ouvido como a canção mais doce da noite.
Por mais que sempre me tenhas pedido para te contar o que sinto e o que vivo,
Ainda não estás preparado para me ouvires falar do como me fazes sen
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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