Of the WorldThe world brings lifeOf the World3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And deft cry
It displays its bounds
The limits of its rules
Weighing to depths of suffocation
Without a single care for its creation
Head under deep depths
Light sparkling through
Struggling kicks desiring reality
Intensifying pressure inducing tensity
A world just too big
Trapped?I wonder if its clear to seeTrapped?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I am trapped in masonry.
These powerful wings did once fly free
Before these walls did capture me.
There are forces here not understood
As evil tries to conquer good.
This wall of stone that holds me still
Has taxed my strength, but not my will.
Even in the hands of death
I strive to take just one more breath.
In that breath new strength it brings
To badly bruised and battered wings.
I know now what I must do
This prison wall I WILL break through.
Once again these wings will fly
Unfettered through the open sky.
The End of the RoadI journeyed down the long, winding road.The End of the Road3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My muscles ached, my old bones weary from the journey.
I looked up and there she stood before me.
I caught death's gaze and beheld her beauty.
She had come to rescue me, at last.
No more pain and sorrow.
I felt such peace as she cradled me in her bosom.
Safe from danger in her arms.
Finally she had found me as I drew my last breath.
Ushering me into my eternal rest.
::+Away From The World+::_written poem::+Away From The World+::_written poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Lying here in anguish and pain with no relief
Holding on to memories of love
That no longer exist but my own defeat
I cry black tears and
They stain my cheeks
The only thing that
Is keeping me alive
Is the air I breathe inside
But I remember love and
The joy it gave me
I remember laughter and happiness...
But it all disappeared along
With all those I loved long ago
My memory of "my friends" is vague
But it doesn't matter they never truly liked me
For who I was anyways
I thought I would find love
In a best friend of my own,
But that just added more grief
Because in the end that person left me
To face my sorrow alone
I don't remember being this way,
I just remember waking up like this
And not being able to think for myself
I sit in this dark place
Wallowing on memories
That were full of love,
But they can't save me,
No one can. I'm better off deserted,
Away from the world....
A Small DiamondFinding that special someone,A Small Diamond3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like finding a small diamond in a dusty attic.
At first it seems like there is none,
But you soon become ecstatic.
A tiny rock among all the junk,
So dirty, filthy, and buried.
You go to wash off the funk,
And carefully into the sun it's carried.
The stone so sparkly and bright,
Rainbows come forth showing its true;
Revealing everything is alright,
Who knew it would be YOU?
The Sea Shore and the Open SeaI feel like the vast sea shore,The Sea Shore and the Open Sea4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sun-baked and dry.
You're the sea with waters galore,
& waves that tower up high.
I am chained to the ground,
There is no way out.
In your waves I will drown,
As a lover, devout.
A sad tale this may seem,
but deem it not a tragedy.
The Sea Shore and the Open Sea,
are lovers beyond mortality. ♥
In Loving MemoryWithin the aphotic recesses of my heartIn Loving Memory3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Exists a place left torn apart
A hole my friend did occupy
My dearest friend too young to die
His memories float through my mind
But, memories are all I find
He is gone and I bereft
An empty space is all that's left
He is better off today
His pain and suffering gone away
Cancer can exact its toll
But, cancer can not take a soul
I wonder what he'd have to say
To hear me carry on this way
Yet, he is gone and I remain
With wounded heart and much disdain.
Sorry FacebookI went Kicking and Screaming so mom can see family so I am writing stories like this instead of what they request. First story:Sorry Facebook2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
long long time ago in a land far far away was a little girl who happens
to be older now because it WAS a long long time ago. Any way this girl
new she was a Princess in real life. She didn't seem like the others in
her family. She cared for others and her sweet Mother. The one day the
Princess heard if she kissed a frog it would turn into a Prince, so the
first frog she saw she kissed, after she came down from the
hallucination she could see things clearer. She was not a Princess she
was a Warrior because in her hallucinations she saw herself with Sword
and Staff. Then when she came too she went out and bought the finest
sword she could and practiced every day, on frogs.
To you, my loveAlthough we are far apart,To you, my love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel we are close to our hearts.
Although we fight,
We fight for each other.
Although we can't touch
You have touched my soul.
Although things are hard,
We have pulled through.
Although we are different,
We mostly act as one.
Although you have hurt me,
I still love you because I know you didn't mean it.
Although you say you are not important,
You are the most important person in the world to me.
Although you may tell me to go,
I'll stand by you.
The Girl: My Anguish, My AtonementI desire heaven, the girl sworeThe Girl: My Anguish, My Atonement3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The guilt of seven, my friends are such a chore
A chance to be left in, the girl went out the door
Leaving where she's been, I desperately need to soar
Goosebumps lie on my skin, she's covered in gore
The fault's all her twin's, Lynn doesn't even care
She taints me in sin, the girl doesn't have a prayer
There's no way for this to be spun, I must have the heart to bear
Building's stone glistens in the sun, the girl's hair drips upon the stair
She spins on her heel and runs, I'm done with this, I swear.
What Truly Makes an Artist an ArtistWhat Truly Makes an Artist an Artist3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Me: HEY! I KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA BE WHEN I GROW UP! I'M GONNA BE AN ARTIST! 8D
Reality: *smacks me on the head with a book* Don't be stupid, you know artists don't make good money. =_=
Me: B-But lots of artists on DeviantART get noticed and get money! D:>
Reality: Come on, look at their art. It's professional and it uses things like photoshop. Most of all, it's original and has TALENT. You, ma'am, have none of the above.
Me: I-I have talent...
Reality: Come on, look at the way you draw people. it looks all....squiggly and stuff.
Me: ;n; W-Well I guess you're right there...
Reality: Of course I'm right. Besides, with the economy the way it is right now, what makes you think that ANYONE would want to buy your art? =3=
Me: Knock it off bro, that really smarts! ;~;
Reality: Well it's true. >_>
Me: Screw this, I'm giving up drawing...maybe I'll just shut down my DA, I've got no place here. I haven't the talent other people possess...
Marshmallow *my homemade stuffed rabbit plushie*: Hey, w
Pathless RaceYou have one second, right now, to decide the meaning of every word I have to say.Pathless Race3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, of course not.
My meaning must be explained, conveyed, so that you may interpret it.
In so doing, it becomes corrupt.
You may 'interpret' it as something different than intended.
So where does that leave us?
Hopelessly lost with a touch of elusive ignorance.
My words mean nothing.
I have no chance to elaborate and explain.
I'll move along to the point, then.
There isn't one.
See how simple this is?
You can't misunderstand me.
There is not the stress of placing every last word in its assigned seat.
You're still entertained.
Ah... But is not having a point, a point?
That's not for me to say.
However, there is one last thing.
This an absent story, one without direction.
There be not dreams nor tales to speak of.
This is real life.
Vampire LoveI knew I was going to find her there, in the lake, under the ice.Vampire Love9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I sat down on my knees, put my hand on the ice, over her face.
Pictures flashing in front of me.
Mortals were affraid of her so they gathered up against her,
when she was weak they threw her into the lake and denied her excistence.
The thick ice now melted under my palms and I lifted her up,
held her in my arms.
I wanted her to breathe and so she did, I wanted her to wake up and so she did.
My will is higher than mother nature and my wish more sacret than reality.
Our eyes met and we just sat there,
looking eachother in the eyes for several days and nights.
I gently brushed away frozen pearls from her hair and eyebrows,
her beauty made me think of the shattered glass rain,
glittering on the mountains where I was born so many centuries ago.
At first I wondered how she would react when she looked closer,
when she could see the monster inside me, would she scream?
Then, to my suprise, it was I who wanted to scream.
My Heart Remains YoursTwo strangers searching for someone, something.My Heart Remains Yours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost, confused, afraid, abused.
Seeking a moment's peace,
Even death would be a blessing.
One day they find each other.
Life has new meaning.
Every day is now filled with her song.
The song of Compassion is music to his ears.
His heart is forever changed.
He runs to catch a glimpse of her
Each and every day.
She waits for him and her heart leaps
As he enters the room.
Their hearts become entwined,
Entangled, to the point
They can never be pulled apart.
Never before have they met in person,
A virtual room is all they have ever known.
Their bond is special, formed sight unseen.
Powerful words pull them closer together.
One day he leaps up to meet her.
She leaps up to meet him.
They gaze upon one another for the first time.
In that moment, the world stops turning.
She is so beautiful.
He is everything she imagined.
Their hearts are one.
No turning back now.
To this day his heart remains hers.
Her heart remains his.
All because they
Way to go Indie/Okay Let's Play PinballI had a really cool bear in my truck and to make sure he did not get dirty or go flying about like other stuffed animals until they were replaced and got to sit on my shelf then for almost the rest of their lives and all the stuffed animals got along and were happy. Then my friend went to Indiana and bought me a bear that had a pin on him that said Indiana, thus his name unlike my friend I do not name all my stuffed animals.Way to go Indie/Okay Let's Play Pinball3 years ago in Settings More Like This
But there was just something about this stuffed Teddy Bear that made me keep him in my truck longer than any other bear probably because he actually had a name. One day my friend gave me a piece of maple sugar that looked like it was a lobster, to cute to eat, so I threw the candy in the bucket with Indie and a book. Several months go by and my friend suggests we split the piece of candy. What the heck? He picks up the box,"it's empty" he said, right so I turn onto the closest road and pull over to the side to investigate. The box was empty, there was no residue
A Life LessonA Life Lesson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the days of my adolescence
My reminiscing mind
Remembers a young child
Who stands on the sands of time
It was a beautiful summer day
Clear blue skies above
Warm wind, sparkling water
And one foolish decision
That turns pleasant memories to cold
The child wanted an adventure
To explore a place she saw
She wanted to wade
To a not so distant shore
The sandbar was not too far away
She could see it with her eyes
But her parents warned her to be wary
Of the changing of the tides
They cautioned her to call for them
When she became discontent
And wanted to go return
So that they could get her in the boat
Instead of being carried
Where the waters went
The expedition was a breeze
And the view from the new ground
Was quite a grandiose sight
But not long after her discovery
The child grew tired of her new find
She then gazed back longingly
To the place she had recently left behind
And with a brief moment of contemplation
She decided swim back to that beach
That had been so easy to leave before
A Nightly SplitMoon's gaze falls upon a couple with quibblesA Nightly Split3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching spittle fly in heated topic's past
Today is no longer today they say
There can be no future for us
Always will problems rear their ugly head
Being placed in the Moon's complete white glare
Coal sparkles empty-like leaving the ground bleak
No doubt bespeaking the diamonds that lay underneath
They say that the future just may be destroyed
Diamonds shattering like glass to settle a bed of death
Under blue tinted white light, the couple remains, scattered
Walking each a different lonely and broken path
For FriendsTo warmFor Friends3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And to melt their
Mind, is not only for
Those of close desire
SoftSoftSoft3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What was once sweet, and pure.
Now is utter despair lost in the shadows-
My soul lies there
Forever incased in
My rage begins to grow.
I lose who I was,
How I lived,
Who I loved.
All gone up in flames,
Revenge upon my face,
Unable to return.
Gone, past the beyond.
The King of thieves, they've all proclaimed.
So I'll hunt, and kill,
And prey, and maybe
The light will find it's way.
The Dusk Dragons: Chapter 4The Dusk Dragons: Chapter 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 4: Forgotten
He didn't even make it to the end of the corridor.
Considering that there was an entire army stationed outside, along with the most sensitive wards that would trigger even if he breathed across the threshold, it was mostly bad luck that he ran immediately into a patrol squad of several bokoblins.
As Groose was dragged back, they again fastened him to the icy stone tablet that he was propped upon, and made no move to resist as they fashioned the shackles, adamantly bracing every movable prop of his body but his mouth. As the soldiers filed out of his prison cell, carrying the unconscious keeper he had knocked out, a sharp clang indicated the iron bar dropping. Again Groose was forced to recollect what was happening, if this was a dream, or if this was reality.
It was a vivid memory, as if the events had happened only yesterday, yet many weeks had passed since he was captured. As his conscious faded on the stormy night he saw Link felled by the swordsmanshi