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hold your breaththis place is big and the
bikinis aren't on sale yet.
hungry -- potato wedges?
i think i saw betty, and she
gained weight (good) i'm not
that hungry anymore. my phone's ringing
damn it the summer rain
is hurting my bones, i want to
go back to bed, i sold my
stuffed aminals in a garage
sale -- i want the rabbit back
he was the only friend i ever
try going to sleep in the shower
hoping i will wake up in the
river or mom but i just
wish my hands looked more
i'll just buy a coke and go home.
reciting shakespeare backwardsi can't think about what i do at night
for i am a small god, leading a colony
in my anatomy
and the nuclear oceanic
prehistoric, unprecedented explosion
left by other gods
i have to keep myself in a cage
and lock my own floodgates
wage war, hamlet, try me
i'll sit shivering in my chair
and i'll let you win.
hhwswsi thought all my friends were computers, until you were born from the wires and million dollar paintings
my heart swelled up with ripe strawberries, couldn't even
think crookedly, about the prescriptions that couldn't even
live up to your eyes
i'm breaking up into tiny pieces of dust and
being harvested for the winter
i need a blanket, i need
steal me away
aytatptntytycibin the doll's head
the cub's, duckling's
climb-ed that tree too
high swam too deep in the pond
today and it is just an accident there is
NO SUCH THING AS SAD DON'T lie to me
dolls don't feel these
precious pearls of feelings like you and I knowdreaming like us we're special, special
and it's not like it's baby animals
bee's poemhere is a poem with a mission statement:
the dark days are over.
and i'm going to lie, because you
need it like medication, believe me
i'm real, this is so true like
you're going to be okay
sometimes we make mistakes and
sometimes we kill and
sometimes we search tirelessly in encyclopedias for our name, hoping for a good story to fall asleep to and some security blanket in black text that promises a happy ending
wake up, the bells are ringing, too
and not in your head this time
please breathe, do sing, try laughter, and
i look in the mirror and cannot judge my
laundry-downed appearance, i only cry
with the enormous
in my dreams, you were there.i think it's been raining for like a week now and
i will continue living in my room, like i am the little house in the snowglobe
and you can't touch me.
nanny nanny boo boo.
glass armor for your sticky touch, but i can't hide from prying eyes
i will only hope that you continue shaking this silly little object
and sheltering me with more snow and water.
i live on the shelf. a girl walks in, thinking about a magnolia tree she passed on the road
how the wind blew so wantonly that it stole every petal of every flower
leaving only one in a token of appreciation, thank-you-for-the-memories
she finds herself becoming that tree.
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