WhyWhy4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
LA MUERTE DE UN HUICHOLESTA ES OTRA INDIGNANTE HISTORIA DE LA MUERTE DE UN HUICHOL.LA MUERTE DE UN HUICHOL6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MAS QUE TRISTEZA ESTA NOTICIA ME PROVOCA RABIA,
EN QUÉ MOMENTO SE PERDIO EL RESPETO?
QUÉ HICIMOS MAL?
SI ESTA ES LA CIVILIZACION, ME NIEGO A ACEPTARLA,
SERES PENSANTES? A MI ME PARECEN ACUMULANTES,
QUE TRISTE VIVIR DONDE LAS RAICES HAN SIDO OLVIDADAS
Y LA HERMOSA NATIRALEZA REEMPLAZADA POR ARDIENTE ASFALTO.
HAN INTENTADO CUBRIR EL BACIO DE SUS MENTES Y SUS ALMAS CON FINAS TELAS.
Y LA ESCENCIA ENTRE SMOG Y NARICES ATROFIADAS ES CASI IMPERCEPTIBLE.
Y DA IGUAL BLA BLA BLA SI SI CLARO QUE TODO ESTA BIEN,
CÓMO NO HABRIA DE ESTARLO SI LA TELEVISION NOS EDUCA,
LA COMIDA VIENE EN LATA Y EL ELEVADOR NOS EVITA LA FATIGA,
FRONTERAS, CLASES, COLORES, TIPOS, MAS Y MENOS. QUE OCIOSO SISTEMA.
DEJAMOS DE SER SEDENTARIOS PARA CONVERTIRNOS EN INERTES.
MÁS QUE RABIA ES IMPOTENCIA,
QUE PESADILLA, DESPIERTEN HERMANOS!!
co z tegoZabrakło mico z tego7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
trochę świeżej bielizny
czekoladowych płatków na śniadanie
mankietu od koszuli
szczotki do włosów
długopisu na sprawdzianie
Co z tego, że
skoro i tak nic z tym nie zrobię.
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
Lo to the SunIf the sun takes its time to fall from the sky,Lo to the Sun7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the red can stay-
For a time we can pretend the world is ending,
That we are all loved, and love
And death is not what it is today,
But what it should be
Since with this everything would be beautiful,
And though we go, we stay forever.
RozplynacNie zniosę tegoRozplynac6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
jak bardzo jesteś.
Nie widzieć nigdy więcej.
Bo po co.
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
Haden's quip...A simple name on my list and a glorious robe of shadows shall collect the soul of which you known. In one long agonizing breath you are gone. Mine to have!Haden's quip...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mere memory upon the lips of others as they watch you recede. In the ground your body goes to comfort the creatures of hollow.
Yes my dear, I have stolen you from the body you housed in. You, my worthy darling have been very naughty. Let's see if you can be at ease here in HELL!
Oh please stop the train of tears that don't fall and the sniffle that can't be heard. I have it in my right mind to anchor you with chains. Beat you with my whip of fire. Shove hot pokers where I can.
Or I could just let you hover of my hounds. They do need a new toy.
I want to drag you so deep into torture that you will beg for deliverance to above. I will make you relive all that you now deem wrong. I desire to make you suffer.
I want to tie a noose around your neck. Then tie your ankle and feet together. Hoist you on a pole over greedy savages and see
Broken FingertipsJust looking for a shoulder to lean onBroken Fingertips6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A supporting hand
it's all more then I can stand.
Sorrow in the world
pounds against my beating heart
and I feel my breathing shallow
and I feel my eyes drop
and I hold out to steady you
Set in stone
is not my way
Nor am I flexible
my heart, my mind, my choices
have always been hard to sway.
Forever the spectator
of your beautiful world..
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onEarth Forever7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The universe still expands
We are but a blip
God's ArtRhapsody of the universeGod's Art7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song and art of everything.
And a pen stroke
A brush line
A single note
Our place in that,
And were too small to see
The entire canvas.
imitacja*imitacja6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sytuacja nie jest taka zła. Rozmawiamy ze sobą, śmiejemy się razem, kłócimy się. Czasami zdarzy się nam zjeść wspólnie obiad gdzieś na mieście. Park nie wchodzi w rachubę, jest zbyt normalny, a krzewia niezbyt gęste. Ale nie szkodzi. Codzienne rano, kiedy budzi mnie zapach kawy robionej specjalnie dla mnie, widzę ogromne drzewo tuż za oknem. Najczęściej to wystarczy, imitacje nie są takie złe, bywają prawdziwsze, niż oryginały.To życie jest bardzo proste. Rankiem mówię do zobaczenia i nie zapomnij kupić makaronu i mam na myśli do zobaczenia i nie zapomnij kupić makaronu, bez zbędnych podtekstów. Wieczorem pokój wypełnia zmęczenie i zapach pesto (jeśli nie zapomni o makaronie). Dźwięki muzyki upijają nasze głowy i ogarnia mnie sen. Dotykamy się palacami ł
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodChild7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not out of my wonderment
My knowledge cannot fill up
Like a cup. It does not overflow.
I will never grow beyond my imagination,
My youth is internal, beyond my body
Beyond my soul and beyond this world.
The young ones here are forever.