Ginsberg's ChildrenI have seen the greatest lovers of my age raped byGinsberg's Children7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hatred, beaten,reviled, tortured,
defiling themselves to become worthy of the world's pious
burning angels of love and art, heat and sex, reveling in the profanity which
temporarily distracts then from their stolen sanctity,
who cried broken, damned and in love, at the feet of priests whose cudgels were still
dripping with dogmatic loathing,
who were lured to the tops of mountains and, a breath away from God, were bound
to splintering fences, pistol-whipped, robbed, and left to rot in Hell- Christs unresurrected,
whose mangled mouths leaked teeth and blood through lips which dared to be
who were raped five times to show how a woman should feel towards a man- three of
those times by a brother,
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
Teddy - Draft One /TeddyTeddy - Draft One /4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If prayers were warm embraces,
They would cradle you home,
And if whispered thoughts were angels,
You would never be alone.
If all our tears could keep you safe,
And give you the joy that you gave us,
We'd drown the world in all our tears,
From dawn break until dusk.
If kisses could say goodbye,
And show you how we really feel,
Each kiss would bruise and burn you,
With scars of a love thats real.
If closing our eyes would bring you peace,
In your gentle sleep forever,
We would wish the best for you,
And open our eyes, never.
If heartfelt words described it,
The hole you've left behind,
There'd be no paper unwritten on,
And no letters left unsigned.
If roses are red in our mourning,
And violets will always be blue,
Then your love and your warmth is remembered,
And cherished in thoughts, as are you.
MultivitaminI found a tablet tucked in a brightly coloured neon tube today. Amongst many similar chalky soldiers. Multi vitamins. I remember them from childhood, the tangy almost too sharp taste of citrus. I popped it into my mouth, one of the few things in life that tastes good and is good for you.Multivitamin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It fizzled on my tongue unusually. When the tingling became a scratchy fight between fluid and solid I spat it out and went back to examine the tube, with the offending material between my fingers. It was to be dissolved in water.
I looked at the item, so willing to decieve me. Under the sunset smokescreen it was deathly white. Nothing but nutrients. My tongue burned, blush with embarrassment. I held it under the tap, alternating the water flow off and on to watch it fizzle. Lying thing. I let it die and went back about my business.
everything and nothing.maybe he would have been a beautiful boy.everything and nothing.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
do you think he'd have had your brown eyes?
i know he'd have your smile.
you're playing this out of tune guitar, and i'm sitting across the room. the music is bittersweet. you can't really play the guitar but you've got pretty fingers and you're shining in the pre-dawn light that filters though the gaps in my curtains. i'm shaking and you ask if i'm alright, and i tell you i'm just cold. you place the guitar on the ground next to you and crawl towards me, across the field of clothes and tissues that litter my bedroom floor. we lie down together and i close my eyes but everything is so quiet. the room seems empty without your music.
maybe he'd have your tanned skin
with your thick hair and skinny legs.
he'd have your laugh; the one i love.
its raining and the water in your mother's pool stings our bare feet but i take off my clothes anyway. i guide you; my pinky finger wrapped around your index finger and pull you gently down the steps int
soliloquyyou crept through my dreams last nightsoliloquy5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
down the dark halls on memory's soft feet
through daffodil curtains over the window sill
softly through the crack in my heart
I heard you laugh as you picked up the songs
I had forgotten by the gate
You wove them into clover chains and wore them in your hair
dressed in moonlight and glamour
you knew I was watching
as you asked the night to dance
and the two of you went waltzing
past the years
and I remembered
the child of my heart
I will remember for youDo you remember;I will remember for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was September and I was seventeen.
I was gnarled into the corner of a bus
Mithering away at my gloomy mood;
Trying to shake the oppressive landscape in my mind.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
You were folded primly onto a bus shelters seat
With her hand enveloped in yours
You both lifted your other hands, synchronised,
And waved to me with your familiar smiles.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there.
Your grey hat tipped so rain slipped off
And her glasses whitening with the steam of her laugh
I just looked at you, gluttonous,
I absorbed every detail of that moment.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
But there you were nonetheless,
Eighty years old, clasping hands awaiting a bus
My eyes leaked they were overfull of the sight
Of two people, quietly, silently in love.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there
Jenenesoft hands breathe loveJenene4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into worn creases
between breath and light.
shaping beauty into empty places
a single word, a lifeline in the dark.
echoing off the tongues of poets
she keeps fragile ghosts
safely wrapped inside her heart,
writing in the dusk
while the world sleeps and softly dreams
she sings elegies
and lovesongs through her fingertips
effortlessly into us.
DivorceSound was not invited to dinner,Divorce5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was busy with you tonight.
For me, a can of soup sufficed--
I do not yet know how to cook
The TV movies, sitcoms, reality shows,
prime time dramas told me
to put down the pint of ice cream
open a bottle of white wine
bob my hair
find a younger man
strut like I own the world
pawn the ring
ignore the tan line
move on, up, out
but on the patio,
I light a joint, listen
for the suburb's muted murmur.
I packed your bag
kissed you good night, parted lips
to tell you again but
you took sound with you.
Inside my hearts fairytaleIf they allInside my hearts fairytale6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
called me beautiful
would I give a damn
if the king of the world
wanted to marry me
I wouldn't give a damn
if your smile
never reaches me
if I never hear
your voice again
nothing matters to me
and I have nothing
more important to do
than write these poems
If I were
a fairytale princess
my heart would still
be true to you.
songsing to me of mica-flecked dayssong4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with rubies and topaz
high on your mountains
leavened with gold your voice rises
speak to me with silver hours
and tales told from crystalline caves
lost alongside your rocky streams
whisper to me of stolen moments
soft with your leaves of amber and garnet
in the secret forests of your heart
let me hear your anthems
before the soft silence
steals the colors from your voice
and you sleep in blankets of white
PartingsBoldly strode the heroPartings6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down the silent street
Gold upon his shoulder
And sandals on his feet
Blood crept in dark droplets
and slithered down his sword
Crimson was the mantle
Pooled stiffly round the lord
One hand held the handle
The other gripped a rose
Tied with a silvered girdle
And tears fall as she goes
To touch the skyI want to rideTo touch the sky6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the London eye
once in my life
touch the sky
don't ask me why
because I'm alive
I want to try
I wanna fly
look into my eyes
I want to sing
as daylight dies
don't ask me why
I'm full of light
when I see skyes
reflected in your eyes
Makorra - SelflessnessEverything was so out of control.Makorra - Selflessness2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Korra'd confessed her feelings towards him after their last match, and he'd shot her down flat without giving himself a chance to really think about the situation. Now he was sure he'd never forget the way her face had fallen, the heartbreak that she'd tried to hide swimming in her ocean eyes not for as long as he lived.
On top of that, Bolin was practically head-over-heels for the girl when she'd already proved she didn't return his affections, at least not to the same degree. The earthbender was just setting himself up for a letdown, and it killed his brother knowing that nothing he said would change Bolin's mind.
And as for Mako well, he wasn't really sure how to feel about everything. He'd gotten out of his fair share of messes before, but never anything like this. So many different thoughts and emotions were spiraling through his mind that it gave him a migraine whenever he tried to unravel them.
There were very few things Mako could
Momentarily, I fell.I smoke another cigarette while I waitMomentarily, I fell.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for you, still, for the late ambulance;
and my heart in my hands, the music
in my ears, and you, still, in the ambulance,
and me, without feeling a thing, waiting
.miss you.Dear Inspiration,.miss you.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I miss you, please come back. Without you I feel lost, shallow, confused, lonely and empty. Creativity is suffering, it's locked inside and just can't seem to get unstuck. We both want you here. You're my best friend, my enemy, my psychiatrist, my love, my passion, my muse. Everything about me yearns for your company once again. My guitar, my pen, my camera. My heart, my soul, my mind; we are all deprived within your absence.
I've noticed you lingering in my dreams, but when I wake up, you're gone, like a ghost, nothing more than a shadow that dances on my wall and disappears. Memories of you are here still, stuck in crevices of my mind taunting and tormenting me. I wish you'd come back and stay. I don't know why you left, maybe it was just too much, but I swear, things will change. I need you.
You keep me wh
EveShe wore a galaxy on her rib-cage,Eve1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
settled high upon her breast,
when I kissed her I could taste it;
the currency of her success.
UnspokenThe three most beautiful wordsUnspoken5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You left unspoken
In this shattering silence
Im left heartbroken
Tears trickle down
As I share this token
Of appreciation, thank you
For leaving those words unspoken
My love...My love passed by me todayMy love...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And not a word he dared to say
My love passed by me today
Why did he not speak a word to me?
My love may have looked so glorious today
I could not tell, he passed so fast
He passed so fast, I could not hear
The silence he dared to whisper to me once again
My love may have missed me so in the last 5 weeks
I would not dare to dream,
His feelings are not mine to keep
The memories is all Im allowed to carry
My love does not dare to come to me
My love said if he speaks he will hurt me so
My love confessed that are others in sight
My love revealed such contradictory feelings and mind
That I dare not to cry my heart out
And tell him the truths he rubs in my face
Are not for me to keep
But to the other by his side
Walking hand in hand
Dreaming awake on his lips
Embraced in his natural scent
To her he wouldnt dare to reveal the dark side of him
But still, he opens his depths to me
Because he knows my love for the beast is eternal
Eternal as the il