It's Feature time!Hey everybody!
Here are some great pieces of art that I'd like to share.
:thumb209653141: Kaz by Parororo
Libra by Mixan-is-a-monkey Scarecrow? by Lioness123
the left hand of the devil by edredon :thumb208782508:
... ray of light ... by FotoOptiX
in her twisted mind by lemonwhogirl
Different Worlds by AnimaEterna
Sprawled by BreakFreePhotography
X marks the secretThe sunken shipX marks the secret2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
that had now which
a thousand skies beneath it.
The bottomless gorge
was now but more
full of all those leaches.
The greatest reward
was upon thine shore
and buried was its secret.
WishWishing awayWish5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
A better day
Did I neglect
I never checked
my own respect.
Can you discern
I could not learn
from my upturn.
I feel behind
to pass this bind
that I designed.
Where is desire
when all is dire
yet happened prior?
I wish away
A day I pray
will not betray.
When Love is ForgottenIsolating yourself makes me sick.When Love is Forgotten1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
You tell me when we fuck that it feels cheap.
I just want to feel like you love me back.
Maybe you're right because I'm a cheat.
All my shitty actions deserve an attack.
We try to make it better.
I know it won't work you hope it will.
Each day tears make my face wetter.
Depressed I turn to popping just one more pill.
Featured Deviants January 2014This is the collection of DLDs given to amazing literature in the fields of poetry and prose for the Month of January 2014, selected by our wonderful group of literature admins and staff. Individuals are only allowed to be selected once every 30 days, so congratulations to everyone that was selected during January 2014.Featured Deviants January 20142 years ago in Scraps More Like This
fourthe mountains grow here out of spite.four8 months ago in Scraps More Like This
sisters were, clad in secrets, broken -
(hear the night mourn)
now there is a comfort
in dead land. when vultures sing
they speak of return, regrowth,
death is our soil.
passed on and on, like blood lines
to be drunk
by rivers cold and calm.
the stone, spiteful, cannot be broken again.
breathe in pain and breathe out life
twotoday, i am a tower.two8 months ago in Scraps More Like This
the clocks spin, moving hands not
moving me; i am
caught in a web of sunlight.
breathing in, i feel
the names of nature carved
inside my walls -
like stone is skin is bark. striped sleeves,
take my hand, take
me to the seaside;
i will bury myself in sand
and grow with the tides.