UselessThat's what I am..There's no doubt about it..Useless11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She knows the gifts she gives me..Does it out of love..
She knows the chore it is for me, but doesn't give up..
And what am I? Words of encouragement..
A friend who visibly tries and fails
A small whimsical piece of nourishment..
If the person here so wills!
It's because she cares and she sees my effort
I'm even blessed to talk to her ever..
Who needs to talk to someone who doesn't understand..
Who thinks he's got magic with nothing but air in his hands..
Who am I to try to understand..It's cleared I'm doomed to failure..
But I can't let one fall be the end, no matter how many times I falter!
I'd rather let my soul die, in an agony of empty darkness..
Than give up on trying to learn, for belief in helplessness..
Useless needs no comparison..It's self explanatory..
But in an emotion where giving up seems mandatory
You can count me out, right here and now..
I'll give up counting on the where, when, and how..
Useless will get a new definition,
VisionsVisions11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight I held the stars:
Pools of beauty and fiery splendor
swirled together with silk-like cream.
I am receding from the world
to live amongst the haven of fire,
where not a soul may touch me;
I finally belong.
Tonight I held the stars.
Tonight I held beauty,
and drifted into the deep space
of your eyes.
Sh0wer Fl00rSh0wer Fl00r12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't know how cold I am,
here on my own.
But I'm used to this feeling,
the chill of being alone.
Laying on the shower floor,
water washing over me.
Tears pouring fast,
so many I can't see.
Curled into a ball,
as the water beats down.
The tub slowly fills,
and I pray I drown.
In my heart,
a crack begins to grow.
On the inside I'm dying,
but no one will ever know.
I want to be warm again,
feel you at my side.
Friends say the pain will pass,
all in due time.
Maybe I don't want to move on,
maybe I don't want to heal.
But laying on the shower floor,
I just don't want this to be real.
Another day to wake up,
another morning of sorrow.
Laying here again,
is where you'll find me tomorrow.
onceonce11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i could not hold still
the images in my head.
gliding and looping
in infinity spirals
i sought to fix them
with iron nail
through hand and
impatient to learn stillness,
hammer in hand.
I was not being watched.
the minutiae of my life,
were a steam rail
into Past; while
I slid towards grey hairs
one year hence.
I plundered language.
I incanted each instance,
I spoke every second.
I sought permanence in the Word.
I became Description.
I was Frustration.
Blocked from doing
On the doorstep
tired of ceaseless fun.
Had enough stories.
Enough strobing places,
Enough searching for clothes
in strange grey rooms.
Enough tripping over holes
in strange grey matter.
Suspected the best stories
are those shared
in both the making
Piranha - Chapter 6Piranha - Chapter 612 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 6: Piranha
She was standing on the side of a hill, high up, looking down into a valley that was all in darkness. (To be on a planet, under a sky, standing on grass and earth, was so eerie, so dreamlike, it couldnt be real... It couldnt be real, but here she was. She stared, fascinated.) There were distant hills, gentle mounds, far away at the horizon, a yellow-orange glow dimming behind them; they faded into silhouette and then melted into the blackness that crept up from the valley. The sun was setting.
Elly sat up suddenly. The room was grey and unfamiliar, and for an instant she was seized with fear. Then she remembered. A small smile took possession of her face.
It grew, she had to hide it behind her hands. Smiling was too dangerous. But it wouldnt go away. Elly sighed, happily.
She looked around.
and there are dreamsand there are dreamsand there are dreams12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scent of rain in fading twilight
yellow moon in purple cloud
remind me of
secret, precious, unspoken thoughts
And pale-veined leaves edged with dew
new-made in the white-hued dawn
tell me that
last night\'s pain
is unassuaged; and
the morning sky is still tear-stained.
Can you prove to me
that love exists?
that \'forever\' and \'only\' will be truth for me?
and write those words
on white rose-petals
show me that white means not death , but purity.
Say to me
that romance does live
lovers walk beneath silver moon
Weave soft word-patterns, threads of whimsy
then crystallize them all for me.
You should know that I am
and for me ideals and fantasy
can be reality
brighter than the harsh light of day.
in some starlit evening
I will find my elusive aerial castles
and my dreams will walk there with me.
And if you tell me I will never have substance
give me space,
My AngelMy Angel11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I knew I love you
I knew you were heaven sent
I dreamed of you my angel
Before we ever met
Soon after the start
true love with you
i'd found in my heart
you're sweet and kind
and my love for you
will last a lifetime
I dream of your smile
and it takes my breath away
i want you
I need you
more than i could ever say
All my prayers were answered
when into my life you came to me
now I love you so much
and now your my everything
When I look at the moon
and see all of its grace
your still more beautiful to me
and you always put a smile on my face
Together we are
your always here with me
i'd travel no matter how far
your the one i love
and the only one for me
We are...We are the geniusesWe are...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are the fools
We are the ones whose hidden worlds you'll never…
We are the ones who are giving up
Sitting by the sidelines
Pens, inks, blood, glass, paint
Mediums of information overload
Twisted thalidomide deformities
Surgeon General's Warning:
Opening of your mind can lead to ridicule
Dripping vagary in blackened tubes
Reddened hue on hide
The drops that drip and shatter
Ever living currents of life
What once was new is old again.
A veteran of local wars
The bullet rips the strings
The bow impales the sound
The artist bleeds his heart out
On his twisted hidden ground
We are the normal ones
There was never anything wrong
The creaking ceiling fan
That blows new doubt into the shadows
And the singing window pain
The fight in expectation
No one here but us birds
Feel the flesh upon your tongue
When god put his voice unto the air
It exposed your ribs
Your golden slotted shadow
swim like fishshallow streams of consciousnessswim like fish11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lap against ankles dangled
from piers of perception
fed by pools of thought which
shimmer briefly- scrutinized
dissipating under x-ray glares
aquatic remembrances writhe
in charred baked beds of
and in the end your throat
burns and we're all sick
Coffee MugsCoffee Mugs11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a man's world,
you can tell
from the dirty coffee mugs,
huddled together on the table.
The lone water bottle stands above them,
imposing, clear and tall, as its owner,
Her pregnant belly precedes her like a shield:
a neon sign flashing "here I am".
In the elevator, two people dare a smile
while they talk of things they know
no-one else cares about.
They wear glasses and awkward clothes.
In this place time hangs like tepid air,
which no fresh wind can ever disperse.
- empathy -- empathy -13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know you
but I feel you.
makes Me bleed
makes Me sing
festers in My soul.
You don't know me
but You are
in pools of
do i own
i am numb
no longer do i feel
i am nothing of myself
i am now only
paradox by ladynykparadox by ladynyk13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
adrift, torn asunder
who am i?
am i she
The demonic angel
wrapped in apathetic concern..
The ancient child
playing a solemn game
of benevolent cruelty..
offsets stark romanticism.
boldly submissive in Domination.
The independent princess.
i float with absent determination
who am i?
am i she
exclaimah!exclaim11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
the pound and the thud and the gasp
and the italian gesture
(! - !) verbose
physical - !
of clenched fists and swooping arms
-but this is
the sun !-gloriously! climaxes over the trees
the silent !-scream! of eyes
as they !-beam! and !-shine!
and - !
just - !
isn't it wonderful!
overriding any question
-a state of ecstasy confined to a mere dash and dot
it just is
a jump a dance a song
(the prelude to a smile)
it is the peak!
and the climax!
and !~vibrance!~ herself
but is also an acknowledgement
(in its silence)
of the silence
but that is tomorrow
A Quiet ConfidenceA Quiet Confidence10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In stretches time flies,
I know more of you and you know mine,
But there are times answers bloom tides,
You have to be patient and wait for my side,
Were mutually together; in one heart,
Weve never met; yet can't stay apart,
I breached the love that hidden in you,
But I have to wait for my confidents due.
Doesn't mean I didn't agree to what lad say,
You have to walk away predicting just like that,
Don't you think you have searches, see what may…
And approach to me when the right time pats?
Listen to this; I put into its conclusion prime,
For now you know my inner sides and passion row,
Now I only agree to say…..........nevermind…
The code that agrees that were into one bow…
But how you know my full self,
I let it up to you to decide,
For I'm agree with any answers you make,
I'll take it happily and with pride,.
I'll walk away if you ask me too…
And watch you grow more in bloom,
Unless you want me to stay with you,
I'll devote my selves for you till doom!
I'm a soul, a tattered flo
Sora and Kairi's Wedding: KH Alternate Future 48Eternal RecurrenceSora and Kairi's Wedding: KH Alternate Future 483 years ago in Humor More Like This
Startled by the sudden knocking, the blue-haired woman's head jerked up from her drawer rummaging.
"Who is it?"
"It's Xion," came the muffled reply through the closed door. As she walked toward the door in lacy periwinkle underwear, Aqua lazily raised her arms above her head, stretching out her spine. Opening the door revealed a short black-haired girl holding up a fluffy, purple towel around her damp, naked body. "Have you seen my conditioner?"
Aqua motioned for Xion to come in. "I believe Ven has it." Xion shuffled into the bedroom and sighed.
"Again? Why doesn't he buy his own? I mean, his hair keeps draining the bottle faster than Pooh chugs honey."
"Don't worry about it. I'll lend you mine." As Aqua headed back to her dresser, she looked back over at Xion. "What happened to your clothes?"
Xion fidgeted slightly underneath her towel. "I forgot to take my clean clothes with me to the bathroom and accidentally locked myself out
CacophanyCacophany11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you want when you read any poem?
Should it sound like those in an ancient tome;
And have flowing patterns of chiming rhymes,
With a constant meter and length of lines?
Would you like lovely lies of love lit eyes
And finds of floral features in her guise?
Or should I stop and break into cacophony?
Add harsh, stiff, piercing terminology,
Talk of darkness, death, your soul being rent;
Heartbreak causing shame and hatred and blame.
And I'll break from my patterns - confuse your expectations
Of this poem by ending in
The wrong places and putting rhymes inside the lines, but not at the ends.
But maybe you'd like that, and I'd hate pleasing you.
So I'll just keep rhyming by adding shoe.
Go back to my meter of gentle rolls,
That you might recite on your daily strolls;
Or maybe you'd ignore on most nights.
But I'll stay here, because that's how I write.
Your EyesYour Eyes12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Earth and all her jubilee and might,
and self-inflicted hardship overcome,
and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right
no more can tell her doctors from the Sun-
with science and scripture stirred and made the same,
and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold,
and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name,
and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,
thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew,
as each one treads your lashes and your hair,
but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew;
and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-
and don the golden makeup and disguise,
as lashes keep the sunlight from your eyes.
CarbonCarbon12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evening's fall slays sunshine's gold;
the soft cascade,
a friend's soul named.
Gone but for a little innocence.
A sodium field ignites the silence below.
Fools' yellow guides through slow-light fibre optics.
In absence, all logic takes leave;
a still need,
a slow dream.
Lazy slave, I,
bound to longing's metric
My eyes trace,
Find rest in the photon gridlock
hands time continues,
measuring that which the mind creates.
Between, the fashioned obfuscates
where past fusions glow their silver indifference.
Return to motion - flicker
heed four paws carry a whisper through the dark,
and let ages' caress enfold the clock of day.
Destiny Islands High - Chap. 4Destiny Islands HighDestiny Islands High - Chap. 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
We walked over to Kairi's house so that I could drop her off.
"I'm so happy," she said, as we arrived at her front door.
"Me too," I said with a big smile on my face.
As soon as Kairi opens the door, Namine grabs her, rushed her up the stairs into their bedroom and closes the door.
"I'll call you later," I yelled.
"Alright," she yelled back.
I walked out her front door and I started doing cartwheels. I haven't done those in years. That's how happy I am. On the way home, I got a text from Roxas, which is rare since he only texts his family, Axel and...Kairi. He texts:
"You know, I usually don't do this, but now that you're with Kairi, I don't want another Sora debacle on our hands."
"Oh I know, that was brutal," I text back.
The conversation that we had lasted for about an hour and a half. We usually don't talk as long, but being that they're bff's, I can understand.
Suicide is Painless C.4Suicide is Painless C.43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Suicide is Painless"
Chapter 3: "I Realized and I Can See."
+-+Suicide is Painless-+-
"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen " Aquamarine eyes stared at the problem in front of him, finding a flaw and circling it.
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three " The next problem was circled as well, a finger tapping against the table in slight annoyance.
"Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight " The sound of the ball hitting against skin and bone was getting quicker, and louder.
"Sora!" The brunette jumped, the black and white patterned ball falling to the floor, first bouncing, then rolling away. The younger flashed a guilty grin, rubbing the back of his head as the older moved the marked paper forward.
"Don't give me that look. You know, if you kept track of your work as well as you play, I wouldn't have to check it." Riku sighed, just happy the other was sitting back down at the small table.
"If you cleaned up after yourself as often
20 Questions - Aaron Jasinski20 Questions - Aaron Jasinski12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
First off Aaron, I would like to thank you for taking the time to participate in this 20 questions session with DA interviews.
1. When did you start drawing? (dinyctis)
When i was 2 or 3. Haven't ever stopped.
2. How long did it take you to develop your own style? (alteredreality)
When I got into college, I was really worried about it, cuz I didn't have a style, and I hated my art. Everyone said, "Don't worry about style, just learn to draw as good as you can. Well, about the end of my Junior year things just clicked.. I kind of found what I wanted to express and looking back, what I really did was take the 'natural' way i was drawing before and apply some of the knowledge I had gained in school.
3. Do you think that you would be at the same point ,as an artist, if it were not for sites like DeviantART? (muzikkman)
In some ways, i think I would be better off, but other ways, I would be worse off. The response, feedback, and sense of
Empty Shell -Empty Shell -12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit opposite you
You look so familiar
You look like the girl I fell in love with
The girl I married
But you're not her
My pure white Princess
I wonder how she is
I can't seem to reach her
I know she is gone
I know you
You're the one who cut me in two
With no emotion in your eyes
So cold, so cruel
She left you
You let her go
And with her my heart
Left me with this empty shell
That beats with no purpose
But to prolong this pain
I think of her
She shines in my mind
A brilliant memory of a united soul
Nothing comes close
This house now empty
Blue turned to black
And she won't be coming home
seeedsseeeds13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So this paper is my mission,
and I pick up this pencil
to jot down all the words
I cannot understand, which are devoid
of reason and doubt..
somehow my minds picks up
those hidden transmissions…
so I see those eyes of yours
are wandering all over me…
is it the way I cross my legs?
Or maybe the way my shirt puckers just so…
Or maybe it's just me..
this ring on my finger is so heavy,
it weighs me down…
so, I slip it off, and watch it fall…
an entire aura of certainty encircles you.
Yet it brings me down;
I'm insecure and
afraid to know the truth that lies
behind those veils…
everyday is forthcoming repetition;
that vicious cycle tearing me down,
down closer to the ground,
if only I could hear you
utter my name below your breath
a smile might lie upon these lips
and never resist to fade…
I just wanted to say a simple
but even that was too difficult a task
because when I see you watching,
I lose my vision,
and when you have your back to me,