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I AmI care
…but not enough
…but staunch the flow
…but dry my eyes
I soldier on
…weary from the fight
…but turn a blind eye
…but tune out with music
…but it's all just lip service
I carry on
…the burden is my own
…but bury it deep
…but I'm a shadow of nothing
…but self-deprivation is my host
I go on
…but there's no meaning left
Bound To YouThey say lightning never strikes the same place twice
But what do they know, what do they know
I'm wearing static in my hair
My shoes are melded to the ground
But I can still grow, I can still grow
Too many promises were lies, too many smiles just passed me by
Still I stand tall, still I stand tall
Like a golden bird I've been caged
That collar 'round my neck, a slave
But I am free now, I am free now
But what if I don't want to fly
But what if I don't care to try
I just want to live right here, trapped inside my misery
I cannot dare to dream
I cannot dare to breathe
I just want to stay here, bound by your lock and key
I don't want to want you, I don't need to need you
I want to be okay, just be okay
Seraphic mantra wards my heart
Rebuild the walls of effete steel
It's all too late now, just too late now.
How can I stand up tall when I am crumbling inside
I'm just a shattered dream
Broken pieces on the floor
And there's nowhere for me to go
No shelter from this turbid storm
If I try to
ObjectificationIt's the last foreign location
Of myopic destination
She's in sensual suppression
From his thundering obsession
She's a rabid exploration
Of his desired exploitation
Demanding no limitation
His smile's blind determination
Ignores her bitter frustration
Of growing manifestation
On insistent coronation
Her mouth snubbing his libation
Parry... his systemization
It's a seedy incubation
Of tasteless amalgamation
FeverIt's a decorous adoration,
A sizzling passionate brimming
Beneath my frozen façade first,
Eroding responses noncommittal.
It's a delicate carbonation,
A giddy headiness welling
Throughout my innocence well-versed,
Spilling over in rebellious giggles.
It's a delicious condensation,
A sultry sweltering drenching
Inside my wanton core to burst,
Erupting in tantalizing ripples.
It's undeniable temptation,
A fluttering feeling stemming
From my own unquenchable thirst,
Sating my neediness to be little.
Lost KitesLove was paper kisses;
Beneath lyrical oaks
We cut the strings
On cellophane kites.
WildfireLove is forever; on the edge of
Zodiac time I stand dull, witless
There is no wisdom in wildfire stars
That can't be told in teapot teardrops
A Rescue of Sorts - Part OneThe sun was a haloed orb of warmth and light floating above the treetops. The grass and leaves giggled with each tickling tease of puffy breeze that caressed them. Flowers bowed their colorful heads with flirtatious winks of pinks, blues, yellows, and purples. The occasional sultry red made a daring appearance as well, just to lend the floral palette a little upscale classiness. Nearby, the lazy burbling water of the small tributary separating the Jade Forest from the Valley of the Four Winds could be heard adding its commentary to the local conversation. Here, the earth swelled with breath and sang and danced and drank and feasted and grew. It was drunk upon raindrops and golden rays and sharing its mirth with all who would listen. The valley was alive and thriving and both flora and fauna were taking advantage of the perfect weather to stretch their limbs or petals or trunks and carouse with their neighbors.
Runeclaw was also stretched out, upon her back with all four paws splayed ou
Dark DespairDay by day it becomes worse
The hole becomes black and thick
An endless pit of despair
Nothing but lies and false hope
That feed it to grown bigger
I sit here and wonder where my life turns
I know it will be going down the hole
Swollowing me up and devouring me
Ill never see the ray of light again
Ill never see that smile in the mirror
All ill see is the poison injected into me
And watch it
Kill me slowly
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)
Gloomy days and shades of grey,
promises long forgotten.
Words of pain leave scars that stay,
choices were ill-begotten.
Rays of sun obscured by cloud,
darkness overwhelms the light.
Stinging darts thrown by the proud,
add misery to my plight.
searching for truth
hunting for proof
praying for sun
praying for sun...
Clouds depart, a ray of hope,
softness instead of what's cruel.
Hope is renewed, helping me cope,
sun sparkling bright like a jewel.
Depression cuts like a knife,
carving up pieces of heart.
I need something more from life,
desperate to make a new start.
needing true love
like hand in glove
wanting to please
dreaming of more
windswept summer days that never end
flowers that bloom and never die
hallowed paths to tread lightly
happy smiles deep inside me
happy smiles deep inside
Take Your LeavePlunge through the memories
With eyes sewn shut
The bitter slumber takes it hold
As your name
At the back of my mind
Silent subconscious screams
This bed has become a cliff
I cannot escape
On the aerie of your nightmare
As I’m picked bit by bit
Slowly but surely
Placating your crave
Love always leaves a mark
Yours the deepest of all
Made sure of that
As your fingernails dance inside my skin
Splitting these ears in two
Go back to this
Even if the ground pulls
From under my slipping feet
Not another sound
The crow’s nest of your words
Harvesting nothing but death
As your lies
And everything you stand for
Cascade down your mouth
In a molten drip
This is it
The door’s blown open
The winds of my defiance ready
To take your leave
And wipe your face clean from my heart
2014 Vincent Cuccolo
All You are,
all you feel.
You know everyone hates you;
so called friends talking about you.
Your a skank.
Everyone thinks that.
Just a failure,
Deserving to die.
Wanting to die.
Life is hell.
Don't SpeakAfter so many years, she dares to speak,
Yet her mouth can't form a sound.
She tries to scream for help,
But no one is around.
Oh it has been like this for so long;
Surely she can survive just another day?
Just hush your voice and cover the bruises
Or you will certainly pay.
A silent threat is written in his eyes-
So full of anger and rage.
Yet she must wear a mask to hide the fear,
Feeling trapped, as if behind the steel bars of a cage.
And now, there are more consequences to come,
For he knows she broke his only rule-
Destroyed the silence that was his protection.
Who would have thought this game could be so cruel?
Perhaps she should have learned by now
Not to challenge the way the world is.
Now not only had her own life been ruined,
But after so many years, also his.
Are you happy with yourself?Are you happy with yourself,
And the reflection that you see?
Are you where you expected?
Are you who, you were meant to be?
Did you head straight in the right direction?
Or get lost along the way
Are you covered in your battle scars?
Are your arms still a clean slate?
Can you say you are truly happy?
Or do you smile to make it by
Did you give all that you had?
Or did you forget to try
Is there anything you’d change?
Or would you do it all again
Is your story neatly written?
Or did you lose your pen
You do know it’s not too late
Too pick up and go anew
So that maybe next time I ask
You’ll be a better you.
This Is MeThis is me.
I am a whirlwind.
I carry my past on my shoulders
While I stare into a vivid future.
I brush off the bruises of days past
And look my fears in the eyes.
This is me.
I am a hurricane of emotions
At all the wrong times.
I’m graceless and angry
With a wall between my heart and my mind
And the need to feel protected.
This is me.
I hate with a passion
But I love even stronger.
I trust with the naivety of a child
Cry with the force of an earthquake
And laugh like a breeze in the spring air.
This is me.
ConfessionIt's my indiscretion…
Blooming clinical depression
On an empty concession.
Don't mind my digression…
As I study my transgression,
Led to a misimpression.
Despite my aggression…
You have made quite an impression
To engage a closed session.
I have a confession…
I'm consumed by your obsession;
I yearn for your possession.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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