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For Emily, wherever you may be
Baby girl, you're gorgeous.
There is no perspective of a photograph that captures your smile. Beautiful, beautiful smile, coming from the angel of all the good inside of us
         There is no ray of sunshine that could ever mimic the glisten in your hair. Your silky red waves, blowing in the wind, calling you away             
         There are no amount of words [more than a shake of my head                               in disappointment] that could put down all the reasons I am devastated, confused and completely desecrated by that part of my life, my soul has marked it as "archives." But I am not finished.
I know I never once told you "I love you" and
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You're the Javelin thrower...
I.
It's funny, how running backwards, the breath god gave me got knocked into the ocean. And I got pushed back into the midwest, suffering for any cold liquid and only one warm body. We're laughing up a storm, alright, the waves in the pacific are proof.
II.
And, through  the light of downtown, the bay, and the moon, the lamps in our livingroom we strain our throats at hellos, and good-nights. I can't remember the last time I saw you clearly after the move. Since, you've been a stop-go motion picture, saturated colour, out of my sight-line reach. Your voice, out of my decibel range.
III.
I am a slippery fish, swimming around your get-ups, sit-downs, looks, and phone calls. I'm noting the songs you [stopped]singing, words you stopped assuring me with. I get the release of a seven-year tied heart in your javeling words, like missles in a war field.
IV.
If you'd hear me when I speak I've been begging you to turn down the volume, look away from the screen, put down your gun. To s
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Because I cant love another
of course I had fun darling,
         the film, the mandolin, the rain.
"Imagine me and you...
...I do, I think about it day and night..."

Your face distracts from the chill of the rain. I am stopped
mid-sentance, mid-thought, mid-movement
by the way your lips curl and your fingers wave around my thoughts, the small of my back and the creases in my hands.
[& if I dared to say I love you, it would be a lie to anyone but you]
Could I ever long for one as much as you?
Only if their Watkins solo plucked my heart to sing, only if one blanket was always enough for two, only if I were in love. [but yet.]
I remember the ballet, our ballet,
and any boy couldn't be
as gallant, as graceful
as you.
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I love you.
I am screaming 'I am so tired'
You are talking talking.
And I fight you, I wrestle you, [we make love]
"wrestling is a lot like making love" I tell you.
My heart is pounding. I am so articulate, in such a non-verbal way.
We stopped speaking. We stopped after you attacked my heart with a glance.
You are clueless, it seems.
It makes you nervous, doesnt it?, when I had hold of your [sensitive (heart)] -- by name, 'journal'.
We cannot compare any longer, we cannot fight it out, we cannot hold up to the pressure.
We have to sit it out. I'm too heated [my hands are shaking from carrying this torch for you]. I have to wait (because you are worth it.)
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Floating past remember...
. Because if you took my hand in the dark of the night I wouldn’t know who you were the day before. The colour of your eyes and the shape of your words, they are closer, they are clearer when the sky is dark blue. And all along the road I left notes, packages. Sometimes “MC loved me.“ Carved in the bench beside the bay, in the beech tree, on the brand new sidewalk. Only because I hope. And so I’ve learned all these things are a state of being. Hope is not an emotion; it does not come and go. Neither love. Neither loneliness.
.. To answer plainly, I would not be enough for you either. I have found … if no one would read this for many many many years. Its what I want to say.
… There is a space just enough for you to breathe. Deep. And slowly slowly out again. I have learned the meaning of your breathing. It is not for my sake, it is not for me. I guess I thought it should be once. I think I was mistaken. I attempted to speak in breathing patterns, in word si
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Though, I would gladly go
I am waiting for the October sky to sprall out orange-red over my airplane ridden head.
You are counting on one hand how many girlfriends you can choose from today. And where will they be from? Los Angeles or San Diego? God forbid Chicago.
November has me working, day night. Even in coffee shops. I'll need to save up my dimes and dollar bills to buy waterproof shoes and stamps for the postcard[s] I send you.
I cant remember December through May. Its cold. I sleep alone most nights. Though you do let me see you. Granted, less than once a month. Because, once in awhile, your body will starve for me.
I think I'll cut my hair. To let go of you. To let go of him. Perhaps I can use the strands to sew my heart back together and mend my eyes shut so I won't see your picture [though, it is in a cigar box on my bookshelf, fading with time. I don't see it all the time. I always remember it's there]. And when my hair has turned silky white and my grandchildren ask Who is in this picture? You look
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Four
once, you never said:
We had four nights of wet love
"I love you for your amaretto"
but only three counted.
because your body swayed
We had two nights where our faces were indestructable
ohso slightly against mine
but only one excluded my heart.
after you quenched your thirst.
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Secretly...
1.
I like it when we sit and stare
And talk about your life and my dreams
Where love is pure
Where love is abundant
And old times were only last month
[And last night while I was touched by you]
2.
In a bookstore sitting on the floor
We meant to talk of paintings and secrets
I opened my mouth and closed my teeth  around you
Around your shoulder [around your likeness]
I painted a picture once. It was not of you.
Yet somehow, the clouds remind me of your laugh.
Your hand wrote “secretly…” on the underside of my sandal.
[secretly, we revealed secrets
3.
&
You’ll never know you shared so many]
We wont give up
We wont.
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California.
I want Los Angeles to meet us in a room with no lights
so I can introduce your strong hands
and tomorrow,
you can show off my curves on Santa Monica Boulevard.
[I want to be with you every night]
I say    I am bored with your antics
      and your trying mess
      and your uneven breathing.
You say I think you need more menthols.
     And you look like a painting.
     And share the covers.
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Up-Rooting Green Leaves
Starting with a clean sheet, and clean laundry.
I can't erase anything you've done.
Another attempt to de-attach myself from you.
I am roots to soil. [I take quickly without care from you.]
Rest my chin to wait for the ring.
I love your voice at two am. I hope you love my sleep talk.
If I called myself a musician, I would compose for you a lullaby,
without words.
If I called myself a poet, I would write for you love without an ending,
without periods.
If I called myself a painter, I would close my eyes and imagine you happy,
without empty space.
But yet. I am a lover in the truest form.
And I dare you to end this now
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The meaning of life before...
Youre eyes captivated me.
[cap tiv a tED]
Before? Yes.
I do not recall your eyes this time. I thought they were amber. An amber brown, like a rare stone. They were brown. Just brown.
And now. You stare at  me like I pulled you out of the tracks. Seconds before the whoosh. The fleeting second of life before death. You stare at me like you've seen an angel. And you felt the ridges of the train car brush your fingertips.
You stare at me like never before.
And it could be because I am the only one you became one with. I lost count after the first time, though.
I cant tell if I am used. But.  I am loved.
You would never never never admit that. I know.
I would never ever admit that to myself.
[its true, I do not love you]
Regardless, and its like anyone else,
"why are you looking at me like that?" "why not?" "I dont know"
And I don't know.  But did you feel my heart leap. When you rested on my chest, could you feel my heart pulling for you? Did you feel the weig
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Excerpt: Wednesday May 16
FOR NO REASON AT ALL
I've decided I miss you. Two weeks and a day. I called you a couple times (or twice that). Chamomile tea always warms my insides. I'm sick. Not of you, not of him, not even of a broken heart. Just sick. Because  the air up there suffocates me. Do I suffocate you? Am I unclean? Do I care too much for what you eat? For where you go? Do I make your chest too tight when you are surrounded by me?
I am being seized, I am captivated, I am waiting.
I am living, I am breathing, and I am daring.
I can see me, and you and everyone we know.
I can run.
I think I face my life head on. As for anyone else, well I don't want their problems. And I was thinking. I was thinking, you are indifferent. You and I, we get it, mostly. [Life] Its broken ellipses,  broken hearts, and drunken nights. You can grasp your fingers around me by barely breathing. I am choking on the prospect of hurting you. You told me never to trust a marine. But yet. The understanding of leavin
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No Name Number Two
oh, the sound of summer. I tasted your cigarettes. I am running through your doorway. Death Cab is good, you agree.
My room is hot, in the evening too. Out my window crash.
Its only the waves.
The western sky makes the stomachs of lovers turn.
Mine jumped. My insides drove me to do crazy things and caused my mouth to turn in the opposite direction of the water over the horizon.
My bad habits stayed in the bathroom. And hotels Id hope you see me stow away to. And patios, sometimes.
I secretly hoped you'd hear the whispers
From my window.
From my balcony
From him. "
Im thinking of something lovely…
Its soft…
Its you.
Oh.
Darling, you keep twisting the truth.
"
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3am Waterworks
Wide eyes shot butterflies,
my organs contained them in a cage.
I sat, studied, I'd explain-
                          "I heard a drop of "self control" and "confidence in God."
                           Watched it shatter, shake, disintergrate-
We'd stop, we'd kiss, we'd hold, and you'd say-
                                   "Breathe ,Girlie, breathe. Breathe babe please pray for me.
Cause I'm hands felt on spines
trembling nerves as I push the rewind
to hear a delayed message of regret but I'll keep-
pressing on-to
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      kiss                                   .
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The Persistence of Memory
In our frantic haste I promptly
forgot to ask. And ended up cutting off that particular ritual;
                     one I'd held on to like the last vestiges of normalcy.
Those stories of old and new slipped through my fingers
                                                                     like chocolate I'd saved for too long.
                     It always made me feel like something out of a Dali piece--
Frustrated and contorted<
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So There's This Girl I Know
So there's this girl I know, and she's a dreamer. And there's a fabricated world of hers sleeping on her rooftop right now.
She says California's not too far out of reach, and those corduroy waves drift endlessly through her head like an echo of her favorite song.
And if you look past all the distortion in her eyes, you can see a silhouette of mountains fading deep into her mind.
She stays up late to watch the black-and-white movies and pretty soon finds herself staring at the TV snow, 'cuz it's the closest she'll ever get to winter.
Her favorite show is I Love Lucy, and she can't help but gaze up at the marigold ceiling from her faded orange carpet when the evenings roll around.  
She loves to wear tube socks and black cat-eye glasses, and she likes all the fancy magazines. She's got a thing for fashion, you know.
Some days she likes to be a sinful girl. High heel straps and a short skirt to match.
There's a red light district in the back of her shoddy car, and she leaves wi
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repercussions and reservations
we were both wrong when we lay in the dark
and argued over best friends,
bruised awkward silences with awkward words.
and you stood out in the grass,
romeo to my juliet, if both were unromantic, loud.
you said you were wrong for me
i said i know, and i do.  it doesn't stop me
from wanting clasped hands and eyes that meet
somewhere in the middle; doesn't stop me
from aching within walking distance
though i'm scared and angry and the moon
would burn my already pale arms
scarred from constant crossing.
you said we are alike
because we are not passionate,
just beautiful.  you're half right.
i'd christen you afraid,
but the water isn't holy anymore.
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Love-Hate Relation
Stop nighttime snacking on my image,
My graven whorish shell.
You're one more trip to the psychiatrists,
Before my one-way to hell.
When 2 am brings melting linen,
You know I'm sleeping well.
The forget-me-not nightmare utopias occur,
Before my one-way to hell.
With crayola crayon smiles,
Deception plays a role.
Attracting your hating love,
With the angel wings I stole.
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letters from an almost ghost
i.
you never once told me i was pretty
you spoke truth like spoiled raspberries
ii.
i would rather live in a room with white carpet
and uncomfortable beds so i can sleep
and wait in my cocoon for days and months
to luminesce.  then the shades will be pulled up
and i will fall through fifteen years
finally landing on the upturned hands of strangers
so warm they burn my back.
iii.
it is easy to confuse crocheted hearts and knitted souls
the sound of slipping,
pray to your own god -
iv.
sometimes i splash in puddles of piano
sometimes i fucking love you
v.
glue the world to the ceiling and make an imperfect
snow globe, see how things look
upside down.
vi.
are you beautiful
you are beautiful
vii.
and like palm trees we wave our goodbyes
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dreams in movie script scenarios
United States
Current Residence: San Diego.
Favourite genre of music: Indie.
Interests
I've become the dreaded DeviantArt blogger.
My apologies.

Though, I have little to report in my world, I'm never at lack of what to say. But, I don't seem to  put my words in anything resembling poetry anymore, so this site will dwindle. I've started journaling elsewhere and photo-posting under a different account.


Check back once in awhile...
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naderbellal Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2009
اللهم انصر إخواننا في فلسطين
على خونة اليهود
وخونة قومهم يا قوي ياعزيز ,
اللهم اخذل من خذلهم ,
اللهم اجعل الدائرة لعبادك في غزة ,
اللهم قوِّ عزائمهم ,
واربط على قلوبهم ,
وسدد رأيهم ,
وصوِّب رميهم ,
وأمدهم بمدد من عندك ,
وجند من جندك ,
وأبدل خوفهم أمنا ,
وذلهم عزا ,
ومهانتهم كرامة ,
وفقرهم غنى ,
وتفرقهم إلفة وتماسكا ,
واحمل حافيهم ,
واستر عاريهم ,
واشف مريضهم ,
وأطعم جائعهم ,
واجبر كسيرهم ,
وفكَّ أسيرهم ,
ويسِّر عسيرهم ,
واجعل لهم من كل همٍّ فرجا ,
ومن كل ضيق مخرجا ,
ومن كل بلاء عافية ,
ومنَّ عليهم بفتح مبين

اللهم لاتكلهم إلى أنفسهم ,
ولا إلى أحد من الناس ,
وأغنهم بك عمَّن سواك ,
والبسهم لباس الصحة ,
واقلب محنتهم منحة ,
وعَبْرَتهم بسمة ,
وترحهم فرحا ,
واجعلهم شاكرين لنعمك ,
مثنين بها عليك قابليها .

اللهم أمكنهم من رقاب عدوهم ,
وسلطهم عليه فيسوموه سوء العذاب ,
اللهم افضح من فضح لهم سرَّا ,
أو هتك لهم سترا ,
أو تمالأ مع عدوهم عليهم ياقوي ياعزيز

اللهم آمِينِ ياربْ العالمِينِ~

Allahmanasr our brothers in Palestine
Traitors to the Jews
My own people and traitors Iaaziz strong,
Dishearten of God failed them,
Service to God, Make Your worshipers in Gaza
Gu Azaimanm God,
The Link to their hearts
And paid their view,
And towards throwing,
And supplied them with your own terms,
And recruited Jendk,
And Abdel fear safer
The Zlhm attributed,
Mhanthm and dignity,
And poverty indispensable,
And dispersed coherent and friendship,
And I carry Haverm,
And Esther Arehm,
The patient transparent,
Jaiahm and Feed,
And forced Xeirhm,
Lifting their prisoner,
Asirhm pleased,
And give them all they Faraga,
Of all the narrow way,
Of all the well-being of the scourge,
It is indicated to open

Atklhm God for themselves,
Nor to anyone,
Ognhm you and me who,
Albsam clothing and health,
Invert the plight and grant,
The Abernhm Basma,
Trham and joy,
And let them be grateful to Your graces,
Mtnin Kablleha by you.

Unless they can from the neck of their enemy,
And it Sulthm Viswmuh suffering ill,
Debunk of God expose them secretly,
Or invasion of their blazers,
Tmalo with the enemy or they Yakoi Iaaziz

Lord God, Amen worlds ~
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اللهم انصر إخواننا في فلسطين
على خونة اليهود
وخونة قومهم يا قوي ياعزيز ,
اللهم اخذل من خذلهم ,
اللهم اجعل الدائرة لعبادك في غزة ,
اللهم قوِّ عزائمهم ,
واربط على قلوبهم ,
وسدد رأيهم ,
وصوِّب رميهم ,
وأمدهم بمدد من عندك ,
وجند من جندك ,
وأبدل خوفهم أمنا ,
وذلهم عزا ,
ومهانتهم كرامة ,
وفقرهم غنى ,
وتفرقهم إلفة وتماسكا ,
واحمل حافيهم ,
واستر عاريهم ,
واشف مريضهم ,
وأطعم جائعهم ,
واجبر كسيرهم ,
وفكَّ أسيرهم ,
ويسِّر عسيرهم ,
واجعل لهم من كل همٍّ فرجا ,
ومن كل ضيق مخرجا ,
ومن كل بلاء عافية ,
ومنَّ عليهم بفتح مبين

اللهم لاتكلهم إلى أنفسهم ,
ولا إلى أحد من الناس ,
وأغنهم بك عمَّن سواك ,
والبسهم لباس الصحة ,
واقلب محنتهم منحة ,
وعَبْرَتهم بسمة ,
وترحهم فرحا ,
واجعلهم شاكرين لنعمك ,
مثنين بها عليك قابليها .

اللهم أمكنهم من رقاب عدوهم ,
وسلطهم عليه فيسوموه سوء العذاب ,
اللهم افضح من فضح لهم سرَّا ,
أو هتك لهم سترا ,
أو تمالأ مع عدوهم عليهم ياقوي ياعزيز

اللهم آمِينِ ياربْ العالمِينِ~

Allahmanasr our brothers in Palestine
Traitors to the Jews
My own people and traitors Iaaziz strong,
Dishearten of God failed them,
Service to God, Make Your worshipers in Gaza
Gu Azaimanm God,
The Link to their hearts
And paid their view,
And towards throwing,
And supplied them with your own terms,
And recruited Jendk,
And Abdel fear safer
The Zlhm attributed,
Mhanthm and dignity,
And poverty indispensable,
And dispersed coherent and friendship,
And I carry Haverm,
And Esther Arehm,
The patient transparent,
Jaiahm and Feed,
And forced Xeirhm,
Lifting their prisoner,
Asirhm pleased,
And give them all they Faraga,
Of all the narrow way,
Of all the well-being of the scourge,
It is indicated to open

Atklhm God for themselves,
Nor to anyone,
Ognhm you and me who,
Albsam clothing and health,
Invert the plight and grant,
The Abernhm Basma,
Trham and joy,
And let them be grateful to Your graces,
Mtnin Kablleha by you.

Unless they can from the neck of their enemy,
And it Sulthm Viswmuh suffering ill,
Debunk of God expose them secretly,
Or invasion of their blazers,
Tmalo with the enemy or they Yakoi Iaaziz

Lord God, Amen worlds ~
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musicalhands Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2008   Writer
miss you.
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joviana Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2008   Photographer
Thank you for the favorite.
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Hey,

Thanks for the favourite, it's really appreciated!

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Samantha!
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SpiffyChicky Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2008
thank you for the fav on untitled. :heart:
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thanks for the favorite!
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ty por la fav
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