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They tell me I'm rejected. The ones I love. But I will fight back tears, and walk on. Sweet songs are whispered into my ears. He tells me it's time to move on. They don't understand why I turned my back on them but the truth is they've done that long ago. It's all been a lie. But I find my heart tug back towards them, these people that I've loved for so long. I want them to understand. I want them to love me again. But He tells me to back away, that they're in the devil's den. It's hard to leave them be. I wanted to save my friends. But sometimes lessons come, where we have to leave it to Him. We aren't their savior. We aren't real love. But we are God's warriors, who can pray through the storm. There is a deeper reason that I have yet to learn. While I leave them in God's soft hands, I guess I'll continue to grow. Those little things I see around, that remind me of those friends. Remembering all the times we've shared, that used to make my day. I'll take a moment and begin to pray ins
You have more than you know
Been through all sorts of walks
Different paths, different stories
Hopes, Dreams, Love, Pain
Everyone's been there
We know the game
My question is to you
Please answer it soon
Do you value what you got?
Do you know what you have?
Do you have to lose it all
to see what's there?
Are you wearing dirty glasses that blind you from the truth?
We all have more than we see
Open up your eyes
You've got tears in the heart, I have that too
Legs so heavy, Arms so weak
Nothing seems to soothe
But know, You have a hand
Reaching out, Reaching out to you
Just extend and meet
Peace will be given to you
Seem to be walking alone
Barefoot, stumblin' in the cold
Forgetting what you've had this whole time
With empty pockets, empty heart
You're never alone
If you have no person to lean on
Please always remember
Simply having more doesn't mean more riches
You have more than you know
Because the treasures seems so hidden
But truly open up your heart
and He'll meet you when you need him
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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