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it's suddenly perceived
as something you can deal with

--ellington

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my subscription is about to run out. it's weird, it's been years since i haven't had one :l

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you may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm nota list of things i am not:
an analogy;
no shitty ocean metaphors,
no poems about lovers and bones.
no girl with high school insecurities,
no misinterpreted radiohead lyrics
on the sidebar of a fifteen-year-old's blog.
a tea drinker, a book reader, a dreamer.
the rain;
no dew drops of a saddened world
splashing on tin roofs or windowpanes.
no drawn out similes for depression or loss.
an ableist slur for the diagnosis of a mental illness,
starting with c and ending with y.
a lesbian. people are not their haircuts
or who they fall in love with.
no razored wrists and thighs.
no sick doggish romance.
no supermodel teen queen.
no irresistible object of sex and desire.
no poetess, no goddess,
but no less
than strengths and fallacies.
  In Three Actsman
cliff
     sea
cliff
     man
     sea
cliff
      sea
      man
  White Dresssea stars become our north
small angels that hush the sea as it storms forward
and are stoic as the waves become glass reflections
for now, we are safe
and the pulse calms, the breath softens
a knotted neck sinks
at first clasp of our bodies
buried promises in my breast,
a pillow for a poor man
who has lost, yet loves my trembles until I am
still
no mercyyou give me life,
an awkward, non refundable gift
my breaths are discounted,
a ten percent off sticker
marking the nape of my neck.
i am the universe's slut,
sweet ejaculate filling
the cracks in my
chapped sahara lips.
with palms upturned toward
a bleeding fluorescent sky,
you check my pulse,
though no spirits echo in
my veins
and only deliberate breaths
exaggerate my lungs,
wide like loud yawns.
the stories my fat,
bruised thighs could tell
are priceless,
though i shell out
thousands of dollars
per year for medication
to keep me existing
in a life i never wanted
anyway.
  call mecall me angry,
but i see fire in your hair
and i want to put it out,
like garbage in the alley,
sensing a rip coming for
every step i carry you
call me alone,
but i throw sheets over
porcelain dolls for giving me
stronger looks than you do
when you say it's great
to see me
you call me easy
for going pants lengths
to remind you why
(after we met)
i was kept,
and how i change shapes
from cordial
to pet
you call me boy,
because men are dead,
like pluto untethered
from the mass-conscious bed,
because he bounced too far
from the sun,
high on feathers
from the mattress sprungs
you call me sometimes,
because when i said that
there are people you speak to
who make the rest of your time
spent between the time you spend with them
feel like bullshit,
you thought i was talking about you
and you're right
  memoriesyou spent eternity pulling me
from graves i couldn't abandon.
  like a song.you are a brother and a lover
and a worker and a child.
but your hands tell ancient stories
that i have ached to hear.
your words are sweet talk
and lies and embellishments.
but your lips tell of gentleness
in their strange provocative tone.
you have an unfathomable heart
etched deep with scars of pain,
but you yearn for something more
and i ache with you.
you are just a boy
and i am only a girl,
but our looks exchanged
speak volumes.
 

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my name is melissa and i have my reasons not to use capital letters.

i was born on the cusp of summer and fall in 1992, which feels like it was about twelve years ago - my maturity level reflects this. as a result, i am a poor college student. (if you would like to assist me in this endeavour, feel free to note me about receiving your own handwritten copy of my work and letter!)
i do not like certain words. (anion, anyways (because it's not really a word!), armpit, baked, blastula, breadth, bun, clotted, crusty, cusp, feasible, fondle, frottage, horndog, hospice, lest, mayochup, pusillanimous, refurbished, scalp, smug, sustenance, waft.)
i like quailman and dirty dick dastardly, and i hope you know who they are. i love with more than a love, and i quote things (in this case, edgar allan poe; in others, harry potter, 90s songs, and chuck palahniuk ) off the top of my head because it makes me feel good.

to do list: breathe, laugh, use tumblr less frequently.


inspiration| irving penn| emily tebbetts| katie lawrence| sarah smiley| moriah freed| larissa felsen| harley weir| daniyel lowden| chuck palahniuk| charles bukowski| jonathan safran foer| kurt vonnegut| franz kafka| geoff trenchard| buddy wakefield| everyone on my watch list

we were emergencies by buddy wakefield

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

But tonight let us not become tragedies.

We are not funeral homes with propane tanks in our windows lookin’ like cemeteries. Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go. Let go. Tonight, poets, let’s turn our wrists so far backwards the razor blades in our pencil tips can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.

Step into this.

With your airplane parts. Move forward.

And repeat after me with your heart: I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.

Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. Go slow. I’m new to this, but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.

I have realized that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it. That we are not tragedies stranded here beneath it. That if our hearts really broke every time we fell from love I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break, y’all, they bruise and get better. We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You call 911. Tell them I’m havin’ a fantastic time.

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cholie:iconcholie:
:glomp:
Mon May 6, 2013, 9:40 PM
DEAD-OnTheInside:icondead-ontheinside:
:)
Mon May 6, 2013, 2:26 AM
TheEmptyChest:icontheemptychest:
Just saw your monroe annnd... I like it. Quite a lot. :)
Thu May 2, 2013, 6:41 PM
BMWYSP:iconbmwysp:
you are beautiful. just thought i'd tell you, because you might need someone to do so. <3
Thu Feb 28, 2013, 8:16 PM
cholie:iconcholie:
hello you! :D it's been a long while...too long for my liking! i hope you have been well! p.s. i've followed you on tumblr. :huggle:
Wed Feb 20, 2013, 1:16 AM
pengirl100and2:iconpengirl100and2:
Happy New Year, Miss Lovely, and may your heart feel better soon.
Fri Jan 4, 2013, 5:50 PM
KaoticOutkast
I just want to tell you, I used to have a best friend with an eating disorder. Unfortunately I couldnt help her; as a result we drifted very far apart. If I could do anything it would be to make girls like her, an you, know how beautiful you really are.
Sun Oct 7, 2012, 5:55 AM
LetThereBeApples
:meow:
Mon Apr 16, 2012, 10:48 PM
hauntingmewithsmiles:iconhauntingmewithsmiles:
You sent me a message 11 weeks ago. This is my first time checking dA in probably half a year.
Mon Apr 2, 2012, 11:43 PM
dietcocaine:icondietcocaine:
Congratulations, dear. c:
Wed Feb 22, 2012, 3:18 PM
Nobody

if i were to sell prints of my photography (flickr.com/photos/melissabeeph…, would you buy any? 

57%
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18%
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11%
5 deviants said sure
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:iconwretchednancy:
I hadn't read your poetry in years, until today. I still love it.
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:iconasterlia:
Asterlia Mar 16, 2014  Student General Artist
Hello there! I just wanted to tell you that I think you are a wonderful writer, and I like your poetry very much. :)
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:iconohsostarryeyed:
thank you kindly!
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:iconexplosivelight:
explosivelight Mar 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey there, I was wondering if you would join a contest.


It is for writing so anyone can join and the theme is pretty awesome if I say so myself =p

If you don't want to etc, etc. Then just ignore this message ^^;
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:iconohsostarryeyed:
i don't do contests (late response!) but thank you for the invite!
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:iconexplosivelight:
explosivelight Mar 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thats alright, It ended yesterday though anyways....
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:iconyouinventedme:
Thanks for the :+fav: on apoc in prog, Melissa!
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:iconsummerday27:
summerday27 Jan 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hello! You are one of my favorite poets/writers and i adore your writing! :) I sorta wanna be a writer too, but I've never really written anything good and i lack inspiration. I have to write an original piece for English class, so i'm hoping to write something great. 
How do you write such amazing things? Where/how do you find your inspiration? And do you have any tips? Thank you so much! :heart:
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:icondietcocaine:
I just wanted to stop by and say, hang in there. You're wonderful. You're strong, and you can make it through anything. Happy holidays, my dear, and may you be blessed beyond measure.
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:iconohsostarryeyed:
you are wonderful, thank you so much. you are so appreciated.
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