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
2B abUSE2B abUSE13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stands naked against the window
-pane, in pain with tears
dropping like wriggling roads down
-hill on her cheeks.
A crimson mark of a hand
-print leaves a print like a stamp
upon her cheek.
He says he loves her.
And she merely continues to cry.
The Drawing Out of Mei have been forever hereThe Drawing Out of Me13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sliding through this hall of mirrors
lost yet seeing
dead yet being
promises fall from sincere lips
you're not leaving
slowly peel this hurt away
help me heal it
kiss and seal it
find out all that I can tell
just support me
and exhort me
slip your tongue inside my mouth
forgive the way i'll fall for you
Wisteria Scented DreamWisteria Scented Dream13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisteria Scented Dream
and told her,
be old someday.
You will stand
by the ocean's edge,
around your legs
in the dawn's sea breeze
in a single braid
flowing down the
curve of your back...
My back was to her.
When I turned
I saw her fling
into the sky
softly to the moon.
She picked up
an angelwing seashell
by the tide.
She turned toward me.
and she vanished.
I closed my eyes.
The wind blew
When I opened my eyes
the stars were more
the sound of footstepsthe sound of footsteps13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sound of footsteps
i have memorized the sound
of my step upon the stair
and it sounds nothing like yours
ping of heels
hidden beneath earth flowing dress
which betrays your figure (so well)
and causes my step to stutter
the light and ghostly
ing of bare feet
as your cross the floor to meet me
each moment deeper
your sandals make a
ping sound as you pack your bags
your suitcases of sighs
and boxes of memories
with only ec
FreefallFreefallFreefall13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The door opens
caressing my face
blowing my hair back
the last step
as patchwork blurs
suspending time and space
as clouds caress my body
within the falling raindrops
to face the sky
as a ray of sunshine
caresses my cheek
forever imprinted in my soul
before it fades
Dream WanToFreeDream WanToFree13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Marvin Alexis
If I could swim in the puddle of your eye
and peer from the depths of hazel
towards a velvet texture sky...
We would sleep a waking
dream at night
And stroll until we stood astride
each other's cries.
Bronzed lashes [would]
slither my sliver of silver shivers
into time's gears.
Gold dawn rusts the sky
and the screech is baked
in mother's appled pie.
Patriarch shall taste wordy wisdom's
"why"'s in crispy crusts
and know she still loves inside.
Platinum dawn forfeits; perspires beaded
droplets of rain. It's been a deadly
strain to shift the days, I'll hold-kiss-cherish
you until you rise again, and let the sun
reclaim the end; as it did the...
(you know what? Let's just be friends)
As I swim in the puddle of your eye
and peer from the depths of hazel
towards a velvet texture sky...
We lay in the wavering warmth of
asphalt satin sheets.
And roll through cityscapes,
sliding silky streets.
Intertwine lifelines and salivate the holy wine.
Intoxicate each o
Angles of NeutralityAngles of Neutrality13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Angles of Neutrality
* * *
You have to be careful here. It's easy to fall in love with anyone if you watch them closely enough. Concentrate on the patterns, so you can learn to anticipate, but never contemplate motive. Motive is the easiest way to put yourself out of the game.
* * *
"I need you for this," he said. "I won't trust anyone else with my name."
"I thought you were out, Jarris. Handling personal security now."
"I am," he said. "This comes straight from my new job and that's why I need you. I can't get stuck running this time."
Jarris was a large man, 6' 8", with a rapid charm and steady composure. I kept him around as a safeguard most of the years I worked and had fallen back on him more than once. When it came down to it, he was the man to pull me out. I owed him and he knew it.
"I'm retired," I said. "I can't get back in."
"I'm not asking you back
Dreaming of HopeDreaming of Hope13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreaming of hope,
destiny drags me away
hurtling towards tomorrow,
my sight firmly
locked on yesterday
deserts me where I stand
and takes with him
all the baggage
that I clutched in my hand
so today, caught,
every moment, takes me someplace new
every breath, every color
vivid in this world
dangerously desiring everything you do
as desire often regretfully leads
to breathless, grasping
need to stay
within past delightful deeds
will i awaken
and leave life and love to chance,
felled by fate's fickle finger
hopeless and helpless,
a victim of lurid happenstance?
or shall i continue
dominating my fate
as one might pursue the prey
with purpose, willful,
and no reason to abate?
i only seek to live,
that my next breath will seem,
like that first kiss
of life, my love,
longing for hope and daring to dream!
1000 Words - Summerdies1000 Words - Summerdies13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out over the somber sway
Sourced in myriad shades,
Of ghosting green
Faded in gray skies,
I gaze through
Late summer wind on a gentle sea
Broken on granite shores,
To my shadowed eyes,
Back beneath the wilting eaves
Yearning to entertain
Memories of sunlit smiles
Created by forgotten words
Lost in the broken laughter,
Of my rocking chair
Worrying this old porch,
With ashen hues
That always escaped my notice.
Until I saw your chair...
Without you there.
But for Her it was the SnowBut for Her it was the Snow13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She loves this time of year. People say spring is the time to fall in love. Spring is when it all happens, when there are picnics and pool dates and softball games. But for her it was the snow, every time.
Springtime, the sky was to far away. It was piercing blue and miles up. The colors were too sharp and everything was all edges. When it snowed, you could reach out and touch the sky.
She'd turn out the lights, open the curtains, and let the gray light pour in. The soft shadows, she knew, were beautiful. Just in the way they fell across her crumpled sheets, the way they the light bent around objects to fill the room.
For her, it was the snow every time. It was hot tea and cool jazz and Linus telling us the real meaning of Christmas while Lucy demanded to be the queen. Well, she was the little red headed girl, and she was so in love with Chuck that she cried softly at night.
Springtime, no one had to try to fall in love. It just happened, a thousand times a day. But in the
Scream of the ButterflyScream of the Butterfly13 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Scream of the Butterfly"
His black talons shone in the firelight like beacons to his madness. The sweet scent of fear filled his primal nostrils with a sultry seductiveness unmatched by anything this existence could ever hope to offer. The unsurpassed exhilaration... the perfect harmony of pain and terror... humanity was a symphony, and he was its conductor.
Matagar examined the weeping figure he held pressed to the ground with one massive foot. She was a pathetic sight, indeed. Her black tresses were matted and soaked in her own blood and tears. Her clothing was torn - shredded in some places - from where his talons had raked across her tender flesh. She lay on her stomach, bleeding from too many wounds to count. She had been beautiful, if humans could ever attain true beauty.
Her flesh beckoned him... pleaded for the kill. It was almost overwhelming. The memory of her screams... the taste of terror on her scent. They were inviting, indeed. He wanted so badly to rend her l
SchizmSchizm13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My distorted vision of beauty is realised in you
The grace that I perceived to be yours
Thundered down upon my gaze
Gleeful, radiant and elegant
Ill advised was I to ignore your calls
Bitter and wanton in the cascaded moonbeams
I still hear them now
Like swelling vibrato in my head.
And I may just cut them out.
So your frivalous nature and promiscuity get the better of you,
I see you how I imagine the countless souls youve left behind
Wasting and rotting in their own remorse
Tasting regret, like your tongue bleeding in their mouths.
My own face has begun to feel like someone elses
And in the mirror tears I cry
Feelings that were once absent reappear
And for a brief and stunning moment I think i want to die.
Life however carries on
And tears stream deeper. Further.
A part of my soul now missing
But Im better off this way
For one day there will be nothing left
And my indifference will ensure
These tears are never shed again...