Something with tits in itSoporific, sublunary lassitudeSomething with tits in it9 years ago in Open More Like This
Pilfering roe, abed
Pinions, sprockets, fabulous vise
Discord (Bec Noir)I'm not a fan of puppets here, even though I'm god tierDiscord (Bec Noir)6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Someone else is screwing up my time
Started out as a computer game, but we were never the same
And nothing ever turned out fine
I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all
I curse the name, the one behind it all…
Bec Noir, just a single prototype
Wrecking everything as you struck out and took a swipe
Bec Noir, we're running far from you
As we leave our session away
Bec Noir, we're fighting through it all
Scratching up the game to start it over and to stall
Bec Noir, we won't take it anymore
So take your red miles away!
We're escaping to the Alpha zone, but I don't r
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is for
When God Sleeps.I. So it comes to this: pangea tearing itself rawWhen God Sleeps.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our throats to pour into squares of newly open sky
where the stars grew aches and darkened lakewater
once bloomed into bruised winters. Somewhere
beyond the thick of snow, prayers are strung
on moon-rattled winds
and birds' teeth tear apart the poetry
of our hands. They will raise something beautiful
from these ruined words.
Continents shift slowly. They are
dirt-bound titans, these beasts;
rootless giants that mold themselves
to fit the vision we hold inside our heads. Oceans sigh
and their tides crawl ever upward.
II. Our shadows become umbilical
in certain light. Unknown children cas
silent screams.taste the venom between the smackingsilent screams.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of twin lips as they break their joint spine
and revel in the sound of death drilling
behind your eyelids until alone is a sound
you think you might want to rest in.
close your heart and button up the shutters
and board up the doors until the wind howls
and the chain is beating against the wood
with a hollow sound like a fist knocking,
but you know better, because no one has
knocked on this door since thirteen hundred
days ago when time was starting and you
had fresh pain[t] and a bright smile.
music hurts in the way of your skin peeling
and love is too bright to even look at and
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.