Living Dead Or Dead Living?Broken hearts, un/locked doors,Living Dead Or Dead Living?1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Tired souls, (tired of) fighting for purchase,
Lost/found, love/hate, sadness/fear,
Living dead or dead living,
Cracking, or fractured?
A person breaks/heals.
We (continue to) fight/give up.
A heart beats/stops.
Un/broken doors, locked hearts.
Chap 1 What is done cannot be undone.. LMChap 1 What is done cannot be undone.. LM1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Chap 1: "What is done cannot be undone." -Lady Macbeth
Sam knew very well that the person smiling in the mirror couldn't be and wasn't him. He turned away from the mirror in hopes that the horrid image of whats built up inside of him has faded and only become a figment of his imagination. "So much for wishfull thinking Sam..." With a horrified look on his face, Sam turned around and looked at the image in the mirror. "Boo." Sam yelled and backed away slowly as his eyes widened. Just then, the gruesome image in the mirror reached out to sam. Sam was scared. Same bloodied white shirt and jeans, same hoodie, same blood lu
Take my lifeThis is what i get. You got your wish, my world is crashing down around me. I should have never let you go. I was wrong. I was more than wrong. Im trying so hard not to do anything stupid. We all have something worth living for, but im tired of waiting for it. You will never see this, you will never care, and you will never love me. Im sorry, for everything.Take my life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pray to the RainWe're exchanging goodbyes,Pray to the Rain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we're still standing together.
And there's so much to say,
We still talk about the weather.
But the sky is really fascinating,
This silence incapacitating.
The windows down,
Wind drowns out our wishes.
I'd pray to a star,
But tonight they're non-existent
I'd pray to the moon,
But it's so damn inconsistent.
So I'll pray to the rain,
I trust things that fall.
I pray to the rain,
To break this brick wall.
I try to take away your pain,
But I'm no narcotic.
And I might be insane,
But I'm no damn psychotic.
Something To Believe InAre we really livingSomething To Believe In1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is this all a lie
Are we really dying
Are these tears we cry
Is there still a heaven
Somewhere a peaceful land
Maybe I'm too young to understand
Every day's a struggle
But we have to live
We must try to find
What we have to give
Sometimes I'm afraid
I don't know where to start
Fighting down these sorrows
Living in my heart
But when I look up at the stars at night
I wonder if there's a reason left to fight
I wonder if there's anyone up there
I wonder if there's anyone out there
Give us something to believe in
Give us something real to believe
Holding on, holding back
Tell me what I still lack
Little Black BirdThe little black bird sits in her cageLittle Black Bird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lonely, afraid of the outside world
Or, more precisely, afraid of the people in the outside world
She sings her songs from the bars of her cage
But nobody ever listens
They just nod and move on to continue with their daily lives
Not even bothering to see that the poor bird is dying
Dying from lack of love
Lack of heart
Lack of life
And just when she thought she was going to have her chance to fly free
It was taken from her
Taken away from her like a piece of candy, as if it was no big deal
She never talks, never says a word
The little black bird just keeps singing about a new day
But how c
In the Rain"I could be a soccer player," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I gave the crumpled soda can another good, harsh kick, and sent it rolling down the street. Rain was drizzling lightly, but still seemed to wash away all color from the deathly quiet city. "If I ever finish high school, that is."In the Rain1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was tedious, walking by gray walls, gray stores, and gray people. Everyone had some place to be, something to do, someone to be with. Not me.
I kicked the can again. It crashed against a garbage can, inches away from a sleeping homeless man. He immediately awoke, and his face melted into this uncontrollable, raging monster.
iNSaNITYiNSaNITY1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"STOP IT, YOU'RE KILLING HER!!!!!" I screamed.
The disgusting pig of a father had been getting drunk every night and raping my mother for the past 3 months. It wasn't always this way. In fact he had been the best dad a family could want. My father kept us happy by giving us love and care, but it all shattered after he found out that Shiro and I were cursed to be wolf hybrids by the Midnight Witch. He demanded that we be exiled from his house hold, but my mother would have nothing of it. So he decided that he would make our lives a living hell
From that day on our mother was tortured in front of our eyes, while we could do nothing but
My Immortal Hanyou Love Chapter 4My Immortal Hanyou Love Chapter 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagome dreaded her first day back to school after coming home. She was always barraged with inquiries about her health by her three friends, Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi. It used to be a little funny to hear the excuses her Grandpa had made for her long absences from school, but now it would bring up the subject of Inuyasha her "jealous boyfriend". Not my jealous boyfriend anymore, she thought.
Steeling her nerves, Kagome walked through the gates of her school's grounds, her eyes roving the crowds of teenager boys and girls for those three familiar faces.
"Kagome! Hey, Kagome, over here!"
She turned her head to see Eri, standing with Yuka
Interview With The VampiresInterview With The Vampires1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
*The Benny Hill Theme Starts To Play* Welcome to INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRES!! Here's your host Violet Wildscar!!!!!!!!!
Violet: Hi everyone!!! And welcome to INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRES!!!, today we have Zero Kiryu Yuki Cross & Kaname Kuran!!!!
*Zero Yuki And Kaname come out and walk on stage and the crowd goes wild for all three of them *
Violet: Hello Zero*shakes hand* Hi Yuki*shakes hand* Yo Kaname*shakes hand*
Kaname: Good evening
Violet: My name's Violet Wildscar but please call me Violet
Yuki: Kay soooo Violet what're we here for anyways?
Violet: Well I'm gonna ask some questions and you guys are
RealizationIs this really happening to me?Realization1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I really this far gone?
She's pushing me away
and replacing me,
and it's all my fault.
How did this happen?
Why is this happening?
I love you,
but you don't love me.
I took too much time,
I can't say I'm not surprised
for our friendship was doomed
from the moment I
fell in love with you.
But to be replaced,
and you don't see.
it seems like you don't care.
I was so stupid,
to ever think that
someone as beautiful and perfect as you
could ever be with someone like me.
I look in the mirror
and I can't even recognize myself.
ITS A SIDDHARTHA JOURNEYITS A SIDDHARTHA JOURNEY1 year ago in Letters More Like This
IT'S A SIDDHARTHA JOURNEY
My friend Arachnid15 (http://arachnid15.deviantart.com/), here on DA, wrote an interesting journal (http://arachnid15.deviantart.com/journal/Hello-My-Name-Is-Steven-Mitchell-Perry-273902073). It is about his life, DA, and his return to DA. This is my reply.
Below that is a further reply, added later.
Hello my DA friend...
I read your whole journal. I am an old artist dude, too. I know it is not easy.
All shall be well... just keep on creating and trying to swim along in this weird thing called life. It is hard to be a creative sort. Everyone is creative if they only knew it..
CAYCE PIZZABURN INTROEXTROVERTCAYCE PIZZABURN INTROEXTROVERT2 years ago in Letters More Like This
EDGAR CAYCE-ISH, PIZZA-BURNING, INTROEXTROVERTS UNITE!
A letter from Merton to a dear friend: More in his series on understanding introversion and extroversion (a fascinating and important topic)
I am so glad you enjoyed reading my pieces: "Hoping for Stars in my Crown" (http://mertonparrish.deviantart.com/gallery/?26858908#/d34sh48) and the one you responded to this time, "Shouldn't we all come with Tags?" ( http://mertonparrish.deviantart.com/gallery/?26858908#/d34v446 ) both relating to the topic of introversion and extroversion. It is a fascinating, good, and important one, is
MERTONS WALLENDARS N ART RUTSMERTONS WALLENDARS N ART RUTS2 years ago in Letters More Like This
ON MERTONS, WALLENDARS AND ART RUTS
Merton responds to a friend who is in an "art rut," offering what insight he can, and in the process discusses life, art, mystery characters and their metaphors.
My dear friend,
That is certainly interesting work that you have shown me in the link you sent. Is it all traditionally done, or is it done on computer? It has a whimsical, renaissance/medieval-ish sort of oh what do they call that thing that Dali is quality... senior moment, sorry.
What if you just jump in the pool, and just try to do something like that, and keep trying even if you feel you failed?
MirrorMirrorMirror3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Each others mirror
reflecting our true faces -
you leave me behind.
KNITTING NEEDLEWORK N WEAVINGKNITTING NEEDLEWORK N WEAVING4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
ON FIBER ART:
Some more from Merton on Knitting, Needlework, and Weaving
If you are thinking of learning how to do any sort of fibre art, such as knitting, needlework, or weaving, you are going to love it. You will never want to leave your house! Lol!
I would like to be helpful with some practical advice in the area of fiber art, so here goes!
Now this is just my advice, and reflects the unique, rather relaxed, adapted approach that I take to fiber art. So, fiber art purists, please don't eat my liver.
First, let us address knitting:
First of all, I suggest you find
THE MERTON MUSEUMTHE MERTON MUSEUM2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
THE MERTON MUSEUM
and ongoing exhibit/eventual archive
Here is a little journal/deviation detailing some Merton thoughts on his own way of exhibiting and sharing his creative works, including literary, craft, and artistic pieces. Merton's home (which is both studio and gallery) is an ongoing exhibit for friends, visitors and students. And, later, it will be a repository from which to make an archive.
Here is a folder of photos of the Merton Museum. I have often called the home I share with (longsuffering) hubby "The House of Many Studios" too. Hence, that is the name of this folder, which might give
RIP OUR SWEET LITTLE DOGGIERIP OUR SWEET LITTLE DOGGIE2 years ago in Letters More Like This
RIP OUR SWEET LITTLE DOGGIE
My heart is broken... I will try to heal, continue to follow my inner guidance, and attempt to play my part in whatever is coming to the world.
Dear fellow DA artists, friends and visitors,
My sweet little doggie is gone, and I am so sad. Here is a letter I wrote to my friend B (who lost his longtime partner recently, and who is very in touch with all the spiritual/temporal stuff going down in the world right now). It captures well my feelings and has much, I think, to say about love, life and grief, from the perspective of this very peculiar moment in time.
Crazy HumbledThose things I do,Crazy Humbled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those things I see,
They're put there to humble me.
No day nor night can pass me by
Without a time I want to cry.
I do not pretend
to be, I am
But I fear I seem a show.
Do not hate
Nor fear this heart.
I just fear being torn apart...
Desire...Desire...1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
There have been times when I think we do not desire Heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else....It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friends or work....All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousnss. The day is coming when you will wake to find, beyond all hope, that you have attained it.
MINEMineMINE2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
If I wasn't me,
Would we be fine?
If I wasn't me,
Would you be MINE?
If I was cool,
Would you want me?
If I was smart,
Would you not taunt me?
If I played sports,
Would you think about,
Just for a day,
Being mine, without a doubt?
Too bad I'm me,
Cause now I know,
You'd never be MINE,
I was crazy to think so.
Because I'm me,
A runt, a loser,
A nerd, geek,
And not a stupid boozer.
Safe in my mind,
My feelings will stay.
Locked in my heart,
'til my very last day.
When I pass by you
And I say, "Hi",
My heart will break,
When you don't reply.
I'm not sporty,
I'm not cool.
All I can say,
Untitled - Ch2?Untitled - Ch2?2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then Kei woke up. Groggily, she rolled over, expecting to find Zor next to her.
She sat up, frowning and looking around the room with bleary eyes. She recognized the shapes of too many things in this room. This wasn't Zor's room. This wasn't Zor's ship. This was her own. She slumped forward. She'd been dreaming again. Slowly, she rolled back down on her side on the mattress, tears sliding down her cheeks. She didn't sob though. She was too tired for such an action. Instead, she thought about her current situation. She still hadn't found him. It had been almost two years since he'd left and she still hadn't found him. She'd c
I didn't fall in love with youI didn't fall in love with you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was raised to believe in you.
I was created to be attracted to you.
I've climbed over many burdens (even stumbling blocks) to reach you.
I'm not falling for anyone.
Love is the most high.
That's why I rise.
I want to stay up with you.
Please don't push me down,
Unless I'm not good enough for you.
SH Washington CH1 ger ver.Kapitel 1: Die neue Schuluniform So 31. August 2110SH Washington CH1 ger ver.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mein Name war Tirion Dorsen, ich war 15 Jahre alt. Ich war normal groß, hatte braune Haare
und grüne Augen.
In der Stadt Springfield, im Bundesstaat Washington, in der ich lebte, gab es 2 High Schools.
Eine Öffentliche und eine Private, die von einer Firma namens The Company gegründet
Mein Vater arbeitete als Wissentschaftler und Forscher für diese Firma. Einer der Gründe,
warum mich mein Vater dazu überredet hatte, auf die private Schule zu gehen.
Das besondere an der Schule ist nicht das man Schulunifo