My DeviantART Story

This chess board was created when I was fighting my own twinges of depression and while making it I had made one side to represent the depression and the other side to represent the joy in my life. I was inspired to make the chess board when Mi Vida said that he played chess and that we should play a game sometime. He talked about how he had made a chess board of his own when he was in high school and how he left it behind at the school as an example piece for the next year of students. And throughout the course of making the board I overcame the pangs of sorrow that I was feeling day in and day out.


This piece was inspired by a friend of mine. She was dating a man who saw her for only her body and it slowly started to taint her mind and her heart. There are no limbs nor a face to the woman because I wanted to show what men (not all, I don't mean to be prejudice in any way so I apologize to the men out there who are the most amazing people in the world) see when they look at a woman. Her heart (the flower) is guarded by the vines that grew from being tainted time and time again.

SlaughterI breathe poems from my lips
Each has a course
In my veins.
They travel in my blood cells;
My arms;
Fingertips;
Toes;
Heart;
And then my lungs.
They tumble out in my sighs
And run in my shouts
Yet very few hit the air
And bleed onto paper.
The rest are slaughtered
By the wind.

WeedsFor whom am I to concur
That when I glance at roses,
I feel pulls at my heartstrings
And a faint case of nostalgia?
Fairy tales and rapture;
Two very absent subjects
Never endowed upon
My rather melancholy upbringing.
This nostalgia is not of my own.
Weeping tiger lilies
Drooping over their dying leaves
Due to excessive hate from the sun
Just as I was, am, from my family.
A rather fatal divorce
Ruined my still-developing
Five year old mind and
Prematurely tainted my soul.
Nostalgia should be removed from my vocabulary.
Living in a bag on a schedule
To one house to school to another house.
It will be twelve years this coming spring
Of having houses but no home.
Time has doubled as did aging,
Not in physicality but mentality.
Death at times, was more inviting
Than sitting down to eat dinner alone.
Nostalgic flowers sway.
My heart is the rose bush
Full of emotions fragile like roses
Each has grown and been nurtured
Regardless of color and size
And yet, daily, they are attacked;
Painstakin

SunburnsGold flakes and blue silk;
I remember that day well.
The sun beaming so bright that we were blinded.
Children splashed in the ruffles of such fine beauty.
You were there, just as I was.
Your voice boomed across the shining sea,
Full of anger and disappointment;
It coursed through your veins like wildfire and
Silence claimed the beauty of the day.
Tears not from the sky,
Seeping… weeping…?
No, bleeding down bright red cheeks
As you herded me to the car.
My clothes drenched not from lake water,
But from fear;
You didn’t care and we left
With the intent to never return.
I remember that day well.
The only positives:
The sunburns.
I've shown not only my empathy and sympathy through my poetry but myself. Who I am, the life I live, the people I love and hate: all of them are in my poems along with in my heart. I am a ceramicist, sculptor, a builder, but at heart I am a poet and deviantART has let me grow so much with that over the years that I've been on here. There have been so many supportive people and many of those people turned into friends, whom of which, without them, I wouldn't have continued to write So I send my thanks to 
19andMugsy, EclecticQuill, 4maya, VioletRayne312, shep4life, and all of my other friend on deviant art. You have all been part of my deviantART story. Without you, I wouldn't have one! I look forward to another year here on deviantART and hopefully my story will grow. There is always more to add no?