So how can we judge by what's inside?
When we will never know each other?
How can we see the selves we hide?
When we can't read past the cover?


Chasing PhantomsSpecters in the darkness They're calling our my name Clutching to your memory tight It's driving me insaneChasing Phantoms
You whisper in darkness Your voice is in my ear And how can I just close myself From things you make me hear?
A pressure on my body-- Your grip, now, it is back? Phantom claws and phantom fears From which there is no slack
More than just a memory, Is my cruel hunter in the dark I bear your scars still, after all The wounds still fresh and stark
You cry out for me to reach to you A promise all to hold me back &


MelodyGhostly melodies of songs forgotten singing in my head Humming through the twilight as I lie with you in bed Tendrils of ethereal moonlight fall across your face Stirring up a feeling I know I can't replaceMelody
Your heart throbs like a symphony, gentle in my ear A melody inside you that soothes my want and fear A fallen angel by my side, my seraphim, my sweet release You calm the raging storm inside, stop the rain and leave me peace
A taunting touch, soft skin on skin, sends through me a shiver Force the emptiness away again with sweet kisses that deliver Radianc


Recreating WastelandNothing that we see or seem Is ever truly what we are The angels we see glow with light Have fallen from amongst the stars.Recreating Wasteland
And all the words we sing are wrong-- All stolen from another's song So lost we are and full of hate We fear to move; we sit and wait
We bide our time and build our lies. We leave our souls out to the flies. Too scared to save ourselves and stand-- Unite together, hand and hand.
So in this wasteland here we wait-- This world where light and love abate Waiting for someone to save us But what if our saviour comes


The Reality of LoveA blatant lie, a faerie tale That you can't touch nor can you feel A fantasy, child's make-believe, Dreams stolen from a movie reelThe Reality of Love
But times fly by and people change Mountains fall, the stars stand still Was it waiting all along? Yes, can it be that love is real?
Upliftment

Rains of What Could Have BeenOnce upon a time there was a girl She didn't have her head in the clouds Or her feet on the ground She floated in the Somewhere in BetweenRains of What Could Have Been
Her thoughts were as cataclysmic as the veins in butterfly wings Not always ground breaking but precious They were worth paper and ink
She could creep close to hidden things Because she floated in Between And draw them close
She could cherish such things
Once upon a time There was a boy He followed frog trails And hummed to newborn tales
He could paint a secret still He could make th
| [IMG][link] Hello, fellow deviantart-ers. I don't really know what to write in the section. Normally on about mes, I just post a random poem, but seeing as all of my random poetry is going to be up on this website soon anyway, I figure I might as well talk about myself. All right, so here goes. My name is Ember, and I am pretty much an art geek in any way you can possibly imagine. I am really big on writing,both prose and poetry. I've written one novel, and am currently working on the sequel (and getting sidetracked by way too many other story ideas. Lol) Words are my passion. I love loosing myself in stories, whether written by someone else or me. I pretty much live inside my head. You can say that it's unhealthy, but I don't really care. Reality is my enemy. I draw pretty often, though I don't have a scanner or a way to edit anything decently, so I most likely won't be posting any of my art on here. I draw mostly anime, though I skip to scenery and objects sometimes, and occasionally draw in this weird little half-anime, half-realism form. (Ha. Guess my art just feels like being as contradictory as I am sometimes) I act when I find the opportunity, and am a pretty good singer. I occasionally attempt to write my own songs, but most of them are pretty crappy. I also take nature pictures a lot. I am not claiming to be a photographer, but it's something I enjoy doing. I am a very stubborn, very very opinionated person, and if you keep up with my profile at all, you will get to hear me ranting (as well as far too much random psycho-babble.) So, I guess that is quite enough rambling. Hope I didn't bore you too much. |
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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"Ah, love. Love is at the root of every conflict. To say I am incapable of love is a compliment." -Saint Dane
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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Due to some problems, all I can give are my worst intentions.
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