| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
Drifting Towards the Better Her eyes drift towards a soul, a vivid and real soul, alive with passion and lust for beingDrifting Towards the Better by ~MoeShmo
the actual vision, impaired by cloudy window
pane smeared with the salty air of loneliness
Straining to see,
she lives to complete the image
to make it apart of her lost soul and to make her lost soul a part of it
She awakens just to dream of this glimpse of a connected,
shared life.
Altogether Now I live to feel your face near mineAltogether Now by ~MoeShmo
Your breath upon my cheek
Our souls entangled
I await the moment your voice will sound
Your words like a song
Our hearts beating audibly
I long to feel your fingers along my spine
Your touch such a comfort
Our bodies create a rhythm
Let the beat sooth your ears
As it does mine
In our altogether now
The Pleasurable Actuality Those jumpers always seem to find their wayThe Pleasurable Actuality by ~MoeShmo
To the edges of reality
Perched above a foolhardy decision
Those jumpers seem so brave
Effortlessly leaping into a world of their own
Skillful, silent, and proud
Those jumpers shed their clothing
Without any thought, care, or hesitation
They strip, blink, bend, and dive not once but every time
Those jumpers must feel so free so real so alive
They cut their supporting wire and
Fall – jump – splash into the depths below
Oldtime Sihouettes I live in a state of numbness. I live here, I grew up here. In a world where food shrivels to dust upon my tongue, I am indifferent to the touch of another. My life merely exists for the sake of being and nothing else. One could sat I was born like this, but I have always known. Frequently catching glimpses of the inevitable lurking just beyond my remote lifestyle. But that was long ago. An expanse of time as great as any other tragedy, yet it remains as clear as a bell tower ringing for all to hear. There was a time when I used to revisit these days, when food was worthy of craving, cashmere sought out, sex pleasurable. Dwelling merely tearsOldtime Sihouettes by ~MoeShmo
Sta.sh
--
gone to my "happy place"
-back soon
tip their fedoras to you and thank you for the
--
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind - Dr. Seuss
How are you?
--
"All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy." - Spike Milligan.
--
"You are the peanut-butter to my Jelly"
"You are comparing me to a food product that sticks to the roof of your mouth...thanks?"
"Can you just appreciate the metaphor and say thank you for once?"
--
"All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy." - Spike Milligan.