The Time of the HearthThe Time of the Hearth7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Time of the Hearth
Autumn had receded two moons ago, the chill winds of winter blew down from the north, as a cloaked old man, pack on back, staff in hand, walked into the village. Snow had been falling for a few days now and he was pleased his journey had come to an end. Home at last. Every year he journeyed the land weaving as he went, weaving for bed, board & ale. He had woven his way around the land, in & out of times, of what had gone before & what was to come. Now it was home time, hearth time, and the Winter Solstice, time of longest dark & rebirth of the light. Charged with mulled Hart's Breath, he would weave the night away, and, with the rising sun, he would greet Yule, the Day of the Young Light and its twelve days. And on twelfth night he would start his journeying again, fo
Freddie MercuryHe was a geniusFreddie Mercury11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Too wild for his time here
Freddie was during his time
His demise was love
Pure love and disease
A disease too great to tame
Brought down this artist
But while still alive
Mercury was a genius
He inspired all
He opened a door
Freedom for those long oppressed
Sad, untimely death
FrustrationGrab the pen and stab the pageFrustration9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let the paper bleed in ink
Strike again, stain white with black
Don't let your mind have time to think
Unlock the floodgates to your soul
Utter things none else would dare
Spill your thoughts and dark desires
Let your secrets be laid bare
Slowly swirl the pitch-black ink
Write a line, a verse, a song
Drown out the world and all its noise
Slave away the whole night long
Drench the page in your emotions
Pour out all you can, and then
Throw your work into the fire
Grab a new page, start again
The Love Has ChangedThe love has changedThe Love Has Changed7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And through the months
I've seen the way
You treat me.
No physical or
Verbal abuse but
You beat me.
My love for you
When hugging hearts
You bruised me.
You used me.
Like a sucker
Sweet and young
My heart broke when
You bit me.
Lies came forth
But truth be told
You hate me.
I cannot wait
Till role's reverse
And leave before
You make me.
Darkness and LightUpon the morrow the light shall come to clease the darkness but will the light stay as it is?Darkness and Light7 years ago in Open More Like This
Or is it truely the light as it is now?
Perhaps the darkness shant be the darkness but is doth the light hidden by a viel.
Twisting vines and dark morals are the darkness but it may be a cover for a great light as the light may attempt to blind us from the darkness the flaws it has.
Are we not chosing to follow the light always? Unless of course it seems to be the darkness and we the light....
Twilight.When you look at me, and you tell me that you're different from all the restTwilight.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Will I question your words, I wonder;
Or gaze at you, without protest?
I am tangled in you already
It's too late to leave now, it's too late
I observe the contrast of your warm eyes with your cold skin
and try to snap from this trance
To once again remind myself of the situation I'm in
But you hold my gaze, and take my cheeks in your stone hands
And I quickly throw any doubt I had up in the air
Not bothering to see where it lands
I'm wrapped up in you; you are my world
I know with each second that passes,
I encompass myself in an even greater danger
I must confess though; You make me feel at ease
And I'm new to this, and each day I feel even stranger
Knowing that I live for you;
Knowing that you could be the very death of me.
But knowing this happiness; this love
I can never know anything more than this
You are my life now, My whole life
I want nothing more than to share eternity with you
And yet, you refuse t
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.
Sophie is JewishSophie is sixSophie is Jewish8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Why don't you go to Hebrew school with me?"
"Because Sophie, I'm Christian. My school has a different name."
"Oh.. Do you have Shabbat?"
"In a way, we just call it something else."
"Do you get to stay up late on Shabbat?"
"Erm.. I suppose you could say that."
"Do you have to read the Torah?"
"Yup, it just has a different name."
"Do you pray before bed?"
"But you get Christmas right?"
"But I get Chanukah!"
"Actually, I get that too."
"Oh..." "Do learn about Elohim in your school?"
"Yeah, we just call him something else."
"Because your Chrisitan and I'm Jewish."
"We can still be best friends right?"
Will-of-the-WispWill-of-the-WispWill-of-the-Wisp6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blazing through dark corridors
Of twisted trunks and leafless branches
Bright paper-lantern against evening sky
Beneath Unyielding footfalls
Crunching twig and nettle into mud
In the thick
Burning through a world you left behind
KindredThe realm of nature we preside inKindred6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Might not be there forever
We are bounded by kinship to one another
Though origins may be dissimilar
Our paths do intertwine
So let's kindle the relationship
And give rebirth to the symbiotic bond we share
Keepsakes for all our worlds
Edward Cullen poemRunning through the forestEdward Cullen poem8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I think of my love
What she means to me
And what I'd do for her
I'd give up blood
Go on national TV
I don't think there's anything
I wouldn't do
But as I come into the clearing
I think of one thing
As a bird swoops by
And my heart follows its soft song
I will not take this from her
This life this wonder
It's all there for her to take
But why does she choose me?
I run through the night
Following a familiar path
I find myself outside her window
Wondering if I'm allowed in
I have almost decided
When I stop and look out
Upon the shimmering night
Thinking maybe this isn't so bad
When I reach her bed
She is still fast asleep
In her own little dream world
And I hope I'm with her there
As the first light
Spills over her face
I am still unsure
About what is best for her
For I know if I change her
I will be taking so much away
But if I leave her unprotected
What will happen then
But it does not need to be decided now
It can wait another day
Dear HeartbrokenDear Heartbroken,Dear Heartbroken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wonder, if you still spend late nights
Staying up thinking of me, making up rhymes
Or other pathetic things to help pass the time
I wonder if you still think we weren't meant to part
Telling everyone you meet how I broke your heart
When you were nothing but deluded from the start
Sometimes I wonder, if you still like to play victim
Connecting to sad songs, cursing my existence
Thinking love could be won through insistence
But maybe I just wonder, why this point of view
Is never given the credit it's due
When so many people suffer to get through
But forgive me for whining, you do more than enough
I'm just writing to say, that sometimes it's rough
To be honest, blunt, and have to get tough
I'm sure that you wonder, why I was always so tense
But being around you was all a fake pretense
And you're just not for me, in a
...Fireworks...I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl you talk about...Fireworks...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm fakin a smile to keep away the pain inside
For if i show you, it would be the end
I took our picture down, just to get some sleep at night
Daily i pretend that everything is fine
But when I reach home, the tears, they start to fall
And it's all for you
Your the reason for the tears raining down tonight
Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)Time (Addressed to Civilian Girls)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think you know it all
That what we have isn't as good as you
Your men come home at the end of everyday
Your love is iron clad so you say
But for me time is valuable
For my love is gone from me
And I treasure every moment
When you complain that they don't listen or spend enough time
I can tell you I would give anything to be in your shoes
To be allowed more time
For time with a sailor is anything but easy
But I wouldn't give it up for anything
Or trade a single second
So I continue waiting
Jojo's Problem Pt. 3 Jojo ran to the old observatory where he always went. Of course, he was going to get in trouble for skipping school, but it was all worth it. He was almost there, until he ran into a familiar face. He looked up to see Layla; a 14-year-old Who with neon green eyes and silver hair.Jojo's Problem Pt. 37 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Oh, hey, Jojo! Layla waved down at him.
Hi uh what are you doing out of school? Jojo stalled time.
I was excused from school to put these flyers up around town. Layla took one flyer out of her stack and handed it to him. He read it over in silence as Layla looked around, humming a tune.
A talent show? Jojo scoffed.
Hey! Whats so bad about a talent show?! Layla looked offended. If you ask me, all the Whos of Whoville are talented.
Im not offending anyone Jojo looked at the flyer again. Layla is very eccentric sometim
All in One, Young in allOh my look at the time.All in One, Young in all7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its that month of the year again for you.
The month in which you 'came into the light'
However it is my belief that we all dream in the womb,
from conception to birth,
and this is what i think your dream might have been like.. enjoy.
Atop a plateau of pink sand all covered in fog where ancient seas use to play
you are beckoned though the mists to the world
and 'how' you might ask the elephant beside you, are you expected to get there short of jumping?
'Well by celery slide of course.' he'd reply courteously with a bow, in a most watery voice
motioning to the steep stalk of celery large enough to sit in, resting on the plateaus edge.
but no words are spoken, as you knew that already.
Now all that is to await is you, your slide has been grown and the time to plunge into its misty basin is neigh
'So why is it you hesitate?' the wind seems to whisper, though not a breeze is present
just the lone call of a didgeridoo tree, as it sings into the sky afar from you, clin
A Simple WishAll throughout the night I lieA Simple Wish11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Gazing upon the stars.
And wishing I could touch your face;
So near and yet so far.
That simple wish is all I have
To last me through till morn.
For I shall live until the day
My heart from yours is torn.
True love has no limits,
Nothing to make it stray.
And so in hope of seeing you here,
I'll wait another day.
How long must I tarry
For you to come back home?
Nothing for me to do but wish
That I was not alone.
So little word do I receive
Of my beloved fair.
Such little news of where you are
And what is happ'ning there.
So this is where for you I'll wait,
Hoping that you'll appear.
That some day you'll come running back
To wash away my fear.
Forever I shall wait for you
To wend your way back home.
So that I may for ever more
Be nothing but your own.
It often seems that that day will
Wait for eternity.
But after that the day will come
When you'll return to me.
And so as I gaze at the stars
To you a kiss I'll blow.
And wish that y
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
Jojo's Problem Pt. 10 That night, Jojo couldnt sleep. Violet? Shes just a friend. Right? Jojo tossed and turned in his bed, unable to rest.Jojo's Problem Pt. 107 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The next morning, Jojo was extremely tired, and the sun hurt his eyes. Jojo realized he wanted to take those pictures with him, so he grabbed them off of his bedside table and stuffed them in his backpack. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of the house. He inhaled the morning air, feeling better. He happily walked to school alone.
As Jojo walked through the school doors, people stared. He just smiled a little and continued walking, feeling a little nervous. Finally, he got to his locker and blushed slightly. That was a little embarrassing. It must be because he was dating probably the most popular girl in school and is getting attention. He felt a tap on his shoulder Jojo turned around to see MJ smiling at him.
Hey, MJ. Jojo winked at her.
Hey, cutie. MJ