ITIt is heavy.IT5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A burden that owns no limit.
How I do love the weight
the thrust and power
of this life.
WHENWhen the air disappears,WHEN5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And my mind pops
Exploding freely in an exquisite burst of purity
When your juices scorch and blister the surface of my apparently ordinary life
When taste returns to tongue and blood to heart
When blindness goes and the moon is right way up
Then my fury quietens but is there still as the dead days of finished time were as tears no longer shed.
My SelfSelf PortraitMy Self5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Heart of scarlet roses
Mind of solid steel
Wander through the flowers
Grasp at something real.
Take a blade of fresh green grass
Crush it to your mouth
Feel the juice run through your mind
Take another path.
Separate the good from bad
Rusty mind escapes
Into a world of bright green grass
A flower softly shakes.
The torment of a torn soul
Of petals softly broken
An imprint made on gentle grass
A spirit spoken.
Bars Jan 9 2011Bars5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Shadows, long and fine
Making bridges on my ponds
Caging in the sun
overwhelmedSometimes,overwhelmed5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
when beauty is great
or I'm thinking of you
if you would stick a knife in my heart
no blood would come
My Lovers and LustsTodayMy Lovers and Lusts5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I gave myself
to my other lovers
lapping at the nerve endings
made raw by your
dragging me on your rug
soothing and secret lovers
cradling me gently to the symphony of my longing.
sly and silent lovers
inexorable and constant.
A flirting thing which curls my heartstrings
Safe cradle of my tattered emotions
a season approachesAutumna season approaches5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Softly leaves fall
Silent on my heart
Wrapping me in gold.
Rain Upon The Sea Rain Upon The Sea.Rain Upon The Sea5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, this day, with music sweet
of rain upon the sea.
That softest grey, in essence there
with all its memories.
Standing at the edge of seas
Waves beneath my feet,
Staring up, to find its home
the rain caressed my cheek.
A flirting rain, I must have thought
that comes and goes with ease
Best while it's there, I'll cherish it
my rain upon the sea.
I remember well the taste
as it trickled down my cheek,
And how I thought of finer things
while others thought it bleak.
I watched each wave caressed and kissed
not even unlike me
And how each wave in pure delight
bound ashore in ecstasy.
But like those things that cannot last
It's forgotten beneath the sun
Twiggy's TurnWanting. A Winter SongTwiggy's Turn4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There is no time wasted in watching the stars go by...do you do it?
Do you not long to be out there?
I want to stride from star to star, naked and free in the moonlight and declare ownership of the world in which I dare to dream.
Let comets follow my footsteps like phosphorescent trails obeying my feet.
I want to be sucked into a wave and fly through foam in an underwater world.
I want sand in my hair and seaweed winding gently on my skin.
Just once I dare you...stand skin to skin with me.
Inhale my breath and burn with my heat.
Stay eye to eye....and die
Here Be MeThis PlaceHere Be Me5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My soul recognises this place
Be I blind or awake.
A silence, split cheekily by
That sea touched me then
Caressed my skin
And still does today as free as then
Smell the salt as you lift your face
to the air
as it settles, damp on your hair.
I use the word "love "in a studied way
I love where I live
I live where I play.
War War.War5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Well, I wonder why that child cries in that far away country?
Come, tiny one. Your mother dies now and we shall not look, for you shall know enough sorrow if you live. Yours is the beaten country that can never win.
On your little wars feed the large and hungry, for such is the way of man.
To a MoonSeamaresTo a Moon4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pounding sea's oft in my dreams
and its mists around me pour,
The silvery sphere of moon prevails
to pull upon my shore;
To crush my hopes and dreams of sand
and empty me once more.
So This is Haiku? Jan 10 2011So This is Haiku?5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Rocks in clear water,
Homes for scurrying crabs
Sentinels of time.
A Little RevolutionIt smells of candy dust in here. Gum wrappers shine bright blue and pink in a line of light that sneaks through the cardboard on the windows. Ira Stein puts a finger to his lips:A Little Revolution7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
shh. . . he says, tell no one.
There are alien wars frozen on the shelves under magazine titles made of laser-beams. But we ignore the comic-books, because Ira tells better stories.
shhhh. . . he says, because no-one will understand. Our little secret, yeah?
In the classroom there is Plexiglas in the windows instead of real glass. It gets scratched. We scratch our names in it. The yellow desks are bunched up next to each other in groups, their surfaces soft with pencil-lead scribbles that come off on our forearms and spread black to our faces from our hands. Sarah draws a heart on her desk and inside it says I+A. Nicky says that is gross and not the way to think abo
SE: Until Now Ch. 1- Troublesome NewsSE: Until Now Ch. 1- Troublesome News3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Maka!" someone called from behind.
A masculine boy of the age of eighteen with disheveled, frosty, spiky hair, and a pair of intimidating yet playful ruby eyes strode lazily to the table and took a seat behind me. "Lord Death called."
I flipped the bacon over the pan as a sign to continue.
"He needs us to stop by his office; said it was urgent."
I stopped fidgeting with the sizzling strip and glanced at him with a short acknowledging glance. "What did you do this time, Soul?" I sighed disapprovingly.
"Hey," he raised his voice defensively, "don't assume I did something wrong when I don't even know what I did."
"That's exactly it," I stated teasingly, "sometimes I wonder if you ever grew up Soul."
"Of course I did," he grinned with that dangerous, charming trade mark smile of his, "a cool guy like me would never pull immature stunts and get caught."
"Only with Black*Star," I muttered aloud.
"So not cool, Maka," he retorted in an annoyed, even tone.
I snorted as I brought the pan
I thought... LoveI thought...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought I knew love
When I heard your first cry
Was it love that I felt when
the sun lit the sky?
Such a small word,,,
And sometimes abused.
I hold my love dear
close to my chest
Let'sLet's let go,Let's4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all the sadness every single one of us keeps to close.
Let's get close,
Tell me you love me, and I'll never let go.
Let's crack a smile,
Put down the razor and laugh a while.
Let's stay a while,
Heal our scars and let the world see you smile.
Gothic ChristianI love black.Gothic Christian8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the dark
However, I hate black.
However, I hate the dark.
People tend to have misconceptions about me.
People tend to think I worship satan.
People tend to think I practice witchcraft.
People tend to think I do not know God.
Ravens are black, doesn't God love them?
God created the darkness on the first day, isn't
He proud of His own handiwork?
God is proud of anything He makes.
God loves anyone He makes.
Even if I do wear black,
even if I do prefer to walk in the shade.
It doesn't make me a bad person.
God make the dark. God made the light.
Gothic Christianity means I prefer the macabre side of life,
while other people only see beauty in beautiful things.
I see beauty in the most ugliest places,
and in the ugliest situations.
Jesus died in the most beautiful way,
but at the same time the most ugliest way.
He died for His love - humanity.
Just as Romeo died for his Juliet.
Death to me is beautiful,
but at the same time ugly.
It's a new beginning for some people,
Artist Alley 101Artist Alley 1014 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
ARTIST ALLEY 101
Hi there deviantart guinea pigs! 8D I'm preparing an outline for a panel at A-kon! I have vast experience attending conventions and displaying my work. What I've written here are my total thoughts on how to do your first artist alley. It has not been made into an outline yet. What I'm needing is feedback, questions, and conversations about this information so I can decide what I might add or take away from this discussion before creating a final outline and hand out! Please help me! I'd really appreciate any comments you feel ready to leave! I am not really a comfortable public speaker, I only feel capable once I have prepared material extensively for the occasion.
Why to do an artist alley:
AA can turn a nice profit for a lot of people, but more often than not, First Con Ever is a learning experience more than a bountiful retail extravaganza. But before you shy away from losing money, consider that you'll probably pay more for a single college class and
The Bright Side of DyslexiaI was born with auditory dyslexia.The Bright Side of Dyslexia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once heard of someone who wrote, directed, and coastguard in their own movie.
I knew what the right word was, but it still got me thinking:
About the invigorating music of waves crashing against my vessel,
The challenge of serving to the best of my skills,
The pride of keeping the shores of my homeland safe.
That was how I found my career,
And it's been just as rewarding as I had hoped.
An episode of CSI mentioned literature marks on the vic's neck,
Which inspired a fulfilling side project of poetry.
In a later CSI, taunts were exchanged:
"I'm the king of the jingle here! You don't stand a chants!"
"That's what you think! This isn't my first radio!"
(It wasn't a very well-written episode.)
Anyway, with that I tried adding tunes to my rhymes.
The result was better than I expected;
A local morning show even played one of my works on the radio!
My girlfriend told me she needed a shoulder to crayon.
This inspired me to
SeabirdsTHE SEA BIRDSSeabirds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(love and hope)
The chains that hold a seabird to the ground,
can they long be shackled
about his tiny feet?
Feet meant to run on sandy shores
or the beach of time eternal.
You have not heard of chains upon a bird?
But surely, this must be so.
Have you never walked the beach of time,
gazed out upon its endless seas?
And were there, at times
No seabirds there?
They are perhaps shackled to the ground.
The chains of heartbreak
beyond the will to fly.
It is also true that some may die,
For can you take away the flight of such a bird
who knows only,
the freedom of the air flowing over wings of gold and silver:
The surf of happiness, the tides of destiny
Sliding to and fro
under his watchful eye.
He must surely die.
But there is a key
A key of life
to unlock the bonds of death.
It is hope.
For hope is love,
the seabird's song.
Is anything so fr
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