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Take This PainTake this pain and make it yours
Mold it, crush it, pull it through
It has your name written inside
claim it for your own
Lost and found
My heart it waits
Growing broken every day
A stones throw makes the vicious run
Scatter liars in the sun
They'll dry and fade
to leave us here with what's been done
I need the love you refuse to give
Push me, shove me, make me scream
I crave your teeth
So mark me here
Sink them in
and take this pain
4amIt's four in the morning
and I'm plagued by three words
They circle my mind and won't let me go
The first is whispered softly in the wee morning hours
Denial spreads quickly as the accusation falls
The second is a beautiful girl for whom I've never met
and yet I already sense a great deal of dread
No good can come of this
The last is simply put away
to only rear it's head
at 4am on Friday nights
while I'm alone in bed
The Ache You CraveThe words I lay upon a sheet are swifter than your own
Your pen is no match for me
The rhymes you try are dull
My sharpened verse is cutting you
Keep writing how you don't care
The scars my words will leave behind
Are something that you'll crave
Bitterness seeps from every syllable
They cry just like a child
Your work is but a warning
Of how much you need to grow
My interest in this is fleeting
I let you go
Sister won't come out of her room
She just cries and cries all day
Mommy stares at the walls
As if everything's okay
Daddy sets his mouth in a line
The one that means he's mad
Everyone is so upset
I wish I knew what was wrong
I heard my father growling
That some "punk" was gonna die
My mother whispered softly
That my sister was a fool
She never should have left that night
And broken all the rules
Sister told me not to worry
While tears came pouring down
She told me boys weren't always nice
Especially the ones downtown
I wish I was old enough to know
Exactly what went on
But I think that if I really knew
I'd be going, going
Art, You TeaseYou are that piece of art
The one stuck in our minds
Your body is the empty canvas
That sits there taunting artists
"Paint me into being, color in my heart.
Bring this dream to life,
don't let this work stay white."
You want attention constantly
Demanding that you're there
The haunting blankness of your page
Makes us hide in fear
"I am what you make of me.
Take up the pen and mark my lines,
Fill me with your song."
And one day when we're not looking
Suddenly you're gone.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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