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Coffee Stained
In those nights my heart is a river
That swells and fills in the rain.
And in the morning parched and gentle,
A quiet song in refrain.
Oh how I remember swirling in the moonlight,
Flooding pavements and veins.
Shining city lights back to the moon,
Until it is the only memory that remains.
Once I receded the cracks reveal
All the ache and thirst for more.
And while I know better to turn around,
I keep waiting outside your door.
Smile for me, the only thing that matter,
While fleeting and pretend, this is our ever after.
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This is Why I Run
I want to run barefoot among the stars
sweeping through those stuck angry cars.
With every step, each bounce and stolen breath,
I am further from the moment you left.
I want to run and sometimes be elsewhere
to know no one, to never need to care.
And when in the pavement I fall asleep,
to wake alone with a nice broken hip.
I want to stay gone, I want to run,
if without you, my moment here is done.
I want to run aloud, run dark, run free,
anything to escape your fleeting memory.
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I am Leaving
I am leaving and you're not mine;
Your eyes see well beyond me,
they light up some place else, to someone else.
Too far to reach, too lost to own.
I am leaving and the time is gone;
I've been to many sunsets waiting
and my shadow grew tired of the parking lot.
Ever haunted and wet and hopeful.
I am leaving and you're working late;
a soft goodbye sending me off into the night.
But life will age soon and I may return,
to the one I could never leave elsewhere.
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We Begin at the End
They take too long looking for warmth in days,
then scurry up into the night like froths
of white fluffy bitterness in a gentle haze.
The world is but crowds of suits and feet
and bunches of wobbly stoplights
stopping and going. Stopping. Going.
In A Heartbeat.
All senses lost in the gutters of habit,
they are but empty rooms in midnight hours
falling one by one into the moonlit pit.
Another day hence, everything was free,
they take too long, they scurry into the night.
We turned off the lights, crash!
then there's you and me.
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Sputnik,
she is her own. She is a lot of things to many people and no one can quite describe her in words that would justify what she stands for.
She can be too much to handle.
At times she closes herself from the world.
She sees through people's masks and walls.
She listens to every word.
Many times her laughter
                   reverberates all over the room
                   and no corner is left
                   unhappy.
She pretends to be nothing but herself, her reality.
She's a full spectrum of emotions but her face remains stern.
Her lips quiver in anger.
Her
eyes
light
up
in delight.
You can not lie to her because she'll know.
She has little faith.
She takes her time to believe.
She has exquisite tast
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Love Letter For No One
You have no idea just what you do to me, I think. See, today I wasn't able to drive to work because I'm too spaced out, eat because I don't have the appetite, work out because I don't have the energy, focus because my entire system is busy attending to something else that's awfully breaking apart and generally live because I'm just too tired, too lazy, too sad.
I blame you. No no, its not because you didn't reply (again), flaked out (again), attempted to choke up a brilliant excuse (again) and disappeared (again). I don't expect you reply, show up, be honest or be available all the time. I expect nothing of you because I hate how people expect stuff from me. I let you trample on the very things that give bounce to my every step, perk to my voice and glitter to my eyes. I let you build me up and bring me down throughout the course of a day. I let you because I love you, isn't that just dandy?
I love you. Who gets to say that to anyone everyday? Who gets to say that to you and attempt in
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I Am My Own
I don't ignite my fireworks on another's cigarette,
I am by no means under anyone's sunrise.
I pull my own tide, I am my lazy afternoon.
I start all my sentences with I's.
I lose control and I punish myself.
I create and hear music of my own.
I see nothing but reflections of my eyes,
I am nothing but flesh. I am but skin. I am but bones.
I retreat to myself. I belong to no one.
I am ugly by my own right, of course.
I live in the dark amidst the average world,
I wonder how good it must be to be yours.
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The Pianist
I sit still, legs crossed over the other,
while people gather in unlikely wonder.
With eyes pressed, with keys closed,
I sway along as my music flows.
They hear the street, they hear the street,
I feel the melodies, I tapped my feet.
In silence I hum a low lonely hum,
and people passing say 'that's so dumb'
Still I played on, I played day and night,
I needed none else but notes to my light.
My fingers grew sore and my legs fell asleep,
only my bittersweet music I could keep.
And in some days I look up, in search for a face,
that once swept pass me in such great haste.
But while I wait, year after year after year,
I play melodies that only you can hear.
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dear you,
sometimes im brave,
sometime im too scared to look you in your eyes.
i walk a step behind you so i could smile to myself
and not be asked about it.
most of the time im creepy.
i try to hide my attempts to bump into you.
i make excuses so you cant tell i still like you.
im not lost but i want you to find me.
you're not gone but i look for you all the time.
im not exactly endearing.
i talk like i don't care.
sometimes i pretend not to see you.
i dont have anything you need.
i try to walk away everyday.
im captivated by the way you look at me.
im giving you everything.
i am the last person you'd want to own,
but i could be all yours.
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Holding hands
I remember the time when you told me not to cry,
You took my hand and I belived it would be alright,
I never assumed you'd go so far as to stab me in the back,
But I took your hand and you washed away these tears.
I'm already broken, already friends with the  morning sky,
Even though you took my heart, I want you here tonight,
But, no, no, I can't let you stay, go get your things and pack,
I take your hand and you take away my fears, all these tears.
You told me not to cry,
I said I'd be alright,
You said you'd watch my back,
And I said I'd be alright,
I said I'd never cry,
You said you'd watch my back,
But you're never... coming back,
Just say you'll hold my hand.
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Sincerely, Maddy
My dear,
    I have read that a person reads with a greater awareness when they are in love with the writer.  Their understanding of nuances and potential meanings is more acute; they read between the lines, so to speak.  If that is so then it is safe to say that I love you, for I find myself reading every word you write to me again and again to find any meaning that I might have missed.  I want to know so much more than is revealed by the face value of your words.
    In your letters of late I have noticed something that causes me some disturbance.  Our correspondence has been going on for some years now and your letters have always been warm and always personal, until this past month.  What is it that troubles you?  Have I said something wrong?  I like to assume that a person also writes more particularly when they are writing to their beloved, but it's possible that I have f
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Reflections
In your eyes,
I see what you see,
a reflection of a lonely girl,
reaching out to humanity.
A misplaced girl
looking for love
walking into traps
and setting herself up
trying to fill in the gaps
tears that fit like a glove
a simple judgement lapse
and a shallow attempt at love
A simple yearning to be praised,
maybe it was how she was raised
you think as you hold my gaze
thinking that its just a phase
that I couldnt love you
that I would break your heart
that somehow I would hurt you
make you fall apart
So I look at you
with sad eyes
because you presume too much
hiding behind your guise
and deny my touch
in these trying times
And in your eyes,
I see what you see
a reflection of yourself
fighting your reality
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Over and out
So now you want me back.
After all this time.
Are you sure
you don't just want
a good fuck?
I can give you that.
But nothing more.
You suddenly talk of love.
Love.
Lie.
So you want
my deepest wishes,
my private plans,
my future.
Dream of the time then,
when you had my heart,
when you held
my desires,
my goals
in your hand,
when I was
your little puppet,
moving as you desired
at every small token of attention.
Because now
I belong
to noone
but me.
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Summer's Girl
I am gathering flowers for my girl.
She waits beneath the cherry tree,
couched among the leaves upon the grass.
Her beauty is no small thing,
and through the shady boughs
Summer's breath turns the twist of her braid.
The sun is sweeping clear the morning,
turning over slowly into midday
before expiring into unseeing darkness.
These garnered blooms still hardy though,
despite the shortened moments of their existence,
they will colour the chestnut hair I love.
In truth, I cannot stem this smile,
this attitude of quiet pleasure;
she has distilled it like music.
I am gathering flowers for my girl.
She waits beneath the cherry tree,
couched among the leaves upon the grass.
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The Glance
When you find river, It's winding through.
Hear simple silence, And plunge into.
When you find woman, That you adore.
There's no possesion, You are all her.
The words, I love you, are too misused.
And silence whispers, don't be bemused.
I love you honey, That's easy way,
But when you feel me, you cant fly away.
The dirty manners of those who lie,
Can wound you baby, can make you cry.
When you're in love, you cannot say,
You cannot whisper or tell her: Hey.
Instead of all, your power beats,
It makes her hear, and she competes.
The stunning, deep glance of your eyes,
Makes love reveal, which never dies.
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The Drought
I choke up with white steam as I look 'round at you,
At your ice-studded tundra; magnificent view –
You've got diamonds for bones, and there's sand in your blood,
But it's been far too long since the Flood.
There was something you whispered, that rushed in my ears,
This grand mess you encoded in crystalline tears,
While this hot wind that blows me back into your arms
Has died down, to the sweat on my palms.
Since I lost you, my tongue is forbidden to write …
All the sighs that I've wept in the heart of the night,
Will stay locked in my mem'ry, in straitjacket tight,
I was licked long before
                                      I had started to fight.
And the truth is I've dreamt of a hall full of mirrors,
All swollen with vampires, cool fragments of rivers,
And the haunt of a laugh that flaps wings
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Missing You
Missing You
Our last day together out in the city
As I'm walking next to you for this last time
I am already missing the way your hair moves in the wind
Our last time together at your favorite Starbucks
Sitting next to you for this last cappuccino
I am already missing all the chats we had
Our last store we shopped at together
Watching you look at laptop computers
I am already missing the smile on your face
Our last meal together eating out at a restaurant
Watching you eat your Mexican dinner
I am already missing all the time we shared together
Our last night together at the bar
Watching you sing karaoke for the last time
I am already missing hearing your voice
Our last kiss together to say goodnight
As our lips meet for the last time
I am already missing the warmth of your touch
Looking into your eyes for the last time
Through the window of the train as it departed
I am already missing seeing you every day
Now I am hundreds of miles away from you
Thinking about you constantly
I am miss
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Naturegirl96 Featured By Owner May 22, 2010
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thx for the :+fav: on The Leaf! :D
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Hey... Thanks for the fav. It was a long time ago but only now have i figured out how to see the favs @_@
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