i want toi want you love mei want to12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i want to love you to
i want us to be together in everything we do
i want to fall asleep next to you
i want to wake to your sweet face
i want you to share with me your beauty and your grace
i want to be there when you smile and hold you when you cry
i want to give you all the anwsers when you ask me why
i want to be able to promise you that i will forever stay
But how can i promise you this when each minute i continue to push you further away?
Child of WarChild of War10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
This is not a tale of tragedy or a lamentation, nor is it a glorification of war or peace, or an accusation of criminal nations who encouraged this war. It is simply a diary -- my life as a child of war, both frightening and exciting, where life was suspended but life went on anyway. A life neither happier nor sadder than that of any other child on the planet, but more unusual perhaps, and sometimes astonishing in how normal it all was to me. Which is why I like to share this piece of writing: I feel it is a unique perspective on this kind of event, as I have strived to keep it void of post-rationalisation and political context to keep it, as purely as possible, an insight into how this was experienced by a kid's mind, and for that I put myself back into my mindset of the time to write it. This shows in the "voice".
I was born in Beirut on September 11th, 1979, in the basement/shelter of the clinic where my mother had gone to give birth. We immediately left for Mu
For a DanceSoft music filling the roomFor a Dance7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People dancing all around
I feel your eyes on me
Your hand touches mine
Taking it we stand together
you lead me to the dance floor
Placing a hand upon my waist
Another in one of my hands
My opposite hand on your shoulder
Slowly our feet move to the sound
Soon we are moving around
Moving with the crowd
Soft sweet music playing all around
I look up and meet your gaze
Everything just disappears
Time just fading to nothing
You lean down a little and I move closer
We kiss and I get warm chills
I smile to you, you smile back
You spin me and pull me closer
I blush a deep red, you chuckle
The music fades to a faster beet
I still hold on to you
We move to the beet
Just like our hearts for one another
We are seduced by the feeling of love
__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Tony Tran
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was your 5th Birthday. I wasn't able to see the happiness striking across your face, the anticipation running through your veins at the point of opening your presents. The blissful joy of all your friends and family around you as they sang happy birthday, that day was a memory I never had the chance to remember.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you had your first day at school. It was like a new world for you filled with friendship, independence and above all, fun. I'll always regret not being there to pick you up after school and having you run into my arms at a thousand miles per hour, as though you hadn't seen me in years. Those days when you came home and started humming a harmonious song that you learnt, it was a tune I'd never hear.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were eight years old and just learnt to ride your first bike. The breeze going through your hair as yo
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king
ThoughtsThoughts13 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works conta
asea, tonightasea, tonight10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass,
the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight.
You let me in and suddenly I'm in
a room of profound poets, who sing their verse
through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs.
The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings—
tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat.
There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys,
those wailing notes like Miles would have played.
And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks
away at the tired shape the body makes,
he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing,
it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz,
tonight. Tonight!— We can be alive, tonight.
And I'm in the corner, no horn in hand, not even
a cigarette for now. I'm just a shadow this evening,
no harmony for me. Just silent taps
of thumbs on thighs; of a breath before sirens sing.
Tonight, blue tunes knew the way through a smoky
sea—found me… Last I heard they were still awaiting
Bref DoubleBref Double10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Bref Double
The bref double is a French form. It is similar to the sonnet, but it need not be written in iambic pentameter (it can be in tetrameter, hexameter, or any other meter you prefer). The rhyme scheme is also different from a sonnet. The bref double contains three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a final couplet.
The x standing for a line that doesn't rhyme with any of the other lines.
With crystal rain, the sky is filled
with diamond flakes that swirl and dance
to tunes that they alone may know,
unheeded by the ears of man.
The northern winds play havoc with
mere mortal plans, as drifts now build
their buttresses of pristine white
as if to mark some hidden plan.
This land is decorated, chilled,
and sealed for all to gaze with joy;
see all the children laugh, so thrilled
to witness Mother Nature's show!
Though my intent lies thwarted, killed,
my smile grows broad at so much snow!
Humiliation by rapidographHumiliation by rapidograph13 years ago in Humor More Like This
I stumbled half-asleep into the main office like I'd done hundreds of Mondays before, but was suddenly struck speechless by the adorable new receptionist behind the desk.
I choked on a mouthful of donut. She was a petite brunette with huge turquoise eyes and a natural peach blush to her round face. When she smiled, I swore a cloud of pixie dust swirled around the lobby. Glassy-eyed, I managed a "G-g-g-goo' morngh," or something that resembled a greeting and swallowed hard as I headed to my desk.
My buddy Tim came up to me and whispered hoarsely, "Dude! What do you think?"
"The new girl? Geeze, she's a knockout!"
"You gonna ask her out?" he asked.
"I would be a fool not to, but..."
"But what? She was checking your butt out. I saw it! She wants you man!"
I wiped donut crumbs off my chest and took a slurp of some cold coffee. "She does NOT want me you dork." I found my
Waiting for the rainHere,Waiting for the rain9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the earth cracks like unpolished leather.
A woman sits nursing,
(her life drying up like an ancient waterhole)
and dreams of verdant green.
Spring, she reads in an old school book,
is found in lands that have time to blossom,
while she waits for the rain.
My ability to DanceIf I ever lost my ability to dance, I would want to die.My ability to Dance7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Stick myself together again -
Re-enforce with glue and tape,
Patch up the shattered pieces... again.
Stitch and sew and mend...
But now the tape just isn't holding,
I'm an actress that can no longer perform.
My thoughts are a mess, I feel helpless -
My chest is dark, hollow, filled with the space that you stole.
That space would be the eternal love I had for you
The thing that was keeping me alive
My everything depended on you -
But now that I know it's a lie...
I feel like I've lost my ability to dance
Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity10 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
EarthPut your hand to face of Earth and listen,Earth10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and listen with your fingers as it thrives
as slowly breathes in through leafy greenness
and looks around with tiny violet eyes.
Feel the pulse of soft and caring giant
that can be strong in force as well as love
watch as it puts on countless robes radiant
of auroras, of rains, of million doves.
And as you stand and feel the hum beneath you
please know that earth will always listen back
it feels, it smells it understands - you have to
just see its soul beyond the earthly black.
DA Lightbulb Bandwagon JokeQuestion: How many deviants does it take to ruin a joke on deviantart?DA Lightbulb Bandwagon Joke12 years ago in Humor More Like This
One to post the joke; 21 to laugh their asses off; 31 to flame the people who thought the joke was funny; 8 to argue over which section it was supposed to be posted in; 3 to find out this joke was just adapted from one of those lightbulb jokes and start a forum thread; 13 to scream rip; 4 to set out to prove the inappropriateness of the joke; 67 to note the admins saying the poster should be banned; 14 to post urls to the original joke; 9 to flame the people who posted the urls because they weren't posted correctly and to post them correctly giving a full 500 line demonstration; 5 (*cough*) to say they are leaving because of all the controversy surrounding the joke; 12 to act sad that they are leaving; 18 to tell them to leave because all they do is sit around and suck up to the admins to get a `; 10 to laugh and tell everyone they will be back under a different username; and 15 to say the thread should
PathosPathos9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words just don't say it well enough
When the grey clouds hang like dead dreams
In the cold winter sky
And everything seems that much darker
The silver lining of clouds refuses to shine
Even on the people who have been saved
The days when the smell of Winter's embrace
Seems to freeze your lungs
And that warmth in a kind stranger's gaze
Has frozen over and been snuffed out
When all the stars refuse to glow
And the snow corrects the straight lines of humanity
The bleakness chokes the life from our hearts
And your eyes want to know how deep these scars go
Straight through my soul
InfiniteI'm sitting at extinguished fireInfinite10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And thinking of the days be gone -
The days when sights rose somewhat higher,
When souls were feeling not so lone.
The dust from place where flames were dancing
The wind blows slowly out of sight.
So do my silent, seeking musings
Run off from reaches of the night.
To times below, to times of coming -
Like whirlpool they all pass by
Distraught by universe revolving
And reassured again by Light.
And just like dust again once settles -
So does my ever-yearning soul,
Lest lost it be in stretched-out nettles,
The masterpiece of human doubts.
Yet where it lands is no more embers,
No more it seeks for long-gone flame;
For once and all this soul remembers -
It does not leave which never came.
And coming need not that which seeded
Was into mankind as of long -
All of the light we ever needed,
Sung in a shared, loving song.
The song of prayers, fear or laughing,
Whichever shade be played by Love,
The song that all of us are chanting,
For all is common, all is one
Emerging Into Blue Pt. 2Emerging Into Blue Pt. 210 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"But blue is always so cold,"
She said reaching out to me,
Carefully brushing her hand across my skin
"And yet you still feel so warm.
"I'm afraid to touch you any way but gently
"For fear that you'll evanesce in your transient nature
"To go wherever it is that you go
"When you have that far off look in your eyes."
Her fingers traced a delicate line over my cheek.
"Can you tell me where it is that go away to
"When you're gone?
"Can you describe to me
"The wonders you see with your blue eyes
"When you go away
"And leave this all behind?"
Carrotia no6: Blush Before TenCarrotia no6: Blush Before Ten9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It is a generally well-accepted fact that Carrotians do not deal well with stress. In fact, they are so horrible at coping with the more stressful qualities of life that many necessary vocations are only filled because of government orders and violent threats.
Military service is particularly undesirable, and history has counted only three Carrotians who volunteered for the infantry. Master General Ossin Gratzl, who founded the Infantry Force to begin with, reasoned that the force was necessary to keep Carrotia safe from all that might threaten it. Gonniz Eteyn, singer of internationally reviled rockgroup The Retrievers, reasoned that her planet needed a degree of stalwart military pride to survive the next millennium.
Finally, Pollin Therza, daughter of legendary Field Painter Mussin Therzal, reasoned that she hated everyone and everything, and at least the force would give her plenty of opportunities for 'friendly fire'.
The Primari, on the other hand, have no such qualms against the