June Feature - part IIPart I : http://morphine-cloud.deviantart.com/journal/?offset=1#/d55js0d
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LonelinessLooking at the ceilingLoneliness1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
night after night
waiting in vain
for a hopeful ray of light
I keep telling myself
to hold on to life
there must be deeper reasons
for all that endless strife.
Trying to devise
a bunch of tricks and schemes
to feed my hungry loneliness
with treats of boring themes
I'm getting filled with hopelessness
and pain in my heart
because of some unknown
and unjustified act.
Waiting for a letter
a knock on my door
a voice on the telephone
I'd never ask for more
I hear the time's rush
breaking my existence
forcing me to the slavery
of fatal subsistence.
And when I turn the lights off
to start the ghostly sounds
revive the fictive shadows
and sleep with strange bounds
I imagine your face
inside a misty frame
smiling at me again
my heartbeat's fast refrain.
Ode to the girl with Saturn eyes and casera smilesShe is a hopeless romantic who eats starsOde to the girl with Saturn eyes and casera smiles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To watch mercury embed itself in her retinas
Where heavens flood gates run deep within her
Crystal like vowels carving themselves into trees
Adventuress who hides between bushels and crescent moon half smile
A dreamer who fell for the Milky Way’s midnight hues
With solar flare secrets resting in the curve of her collar bones
Hide and seek played with pens and pencils
And the warmth of last autumn’s late night explorations
Linger in her bones
Waiting for summer to light up the sky in a halo
Of lost things strung up like pearls
Card games spend lounging under flower torn embraces
Coffee ring iris’s like ancient tree melodies
Where letters to nobody hang from tree tops
Paper rustling against the sound of grey background noise
Where the moon girl slips between days and nights
Of hazy summers and rainy day window panes
Catching wishes like a dream catcher’s lullaby song
The Painter's WayDipping your brush of magic,The Painter's Way1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
In colors of every shade-
The blacks and grays of havoc;
With every stroke, they fade.
An outline of cognizance-
Filled with splashes of heaven;
Easing my somnolence,
Willed by flashes in question.
You paint, you splatter,
Across the walls of my heart.
You say it won't matter,
No losses fall from us apart.
Watching your every move,
As you wash away the mistakes-
Careful, as if something to prove,
You brush over, giving it all it takes.
Falling in love with your design;
Sitting back to look and admire.
Though your dreams are benign,
You throw this picture to the fire.
I sit and stare; left behind,
What it is, as you walk away..
I think unfair; presence of mind-
But this is.. The Painter's Way.
Deaths tollThat man on the subway,Deaths toll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and woman in the shadows.
All running forth, towards deathly hallows.
They all keep on moving expecting something new.
To come forth, dear.
But, I know that the moment of our dances will keep time spinning.
Devil, handsome devil.
Let's dance away, to their joyful cheers.
Eye's closed, tightly bound together.
We're locked in this cell, in a false dream.
Dancing forth, feet swaying quivering our touch.
Falling forth, as the ground shakes.
Angered, by fallen angels we are tortured, to death will.
"You must dance 1000 hours." They screamed.
Watching with eyes of hope, rays of light shine.
Run away dear, to the hands of god's trust.
I'll await your calls,
Telling you I'm fully ok.
Lying to you, telling you I don't hate you now.
Devil's wishful desires, the queen hasn't been put to death yet.
Deaths tolls ring,
As I stumble forth. Into this cavern, where the body I desire sings.
StargazingThe stars are watching me tonightStargazing1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as I am gazing at them too,
and imagine what it feels right
beside the one I love; It's you.
I picture you as one of them,
illuminating from afar.
I'll gaze at you, like precious gem,
and dream that we will be at par.
think Yourself strong?Think yourself strong?think Yourself strong?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think yourself mighty?
I shall ask you:
What do you know about strength?
What is true strength?
You tell me it’s the ability to accomplish an extraordinary feat.
Perhaps making Harvard?
Perhaps conquering Mr Everest?
I tell you it’s more.
It’s beyond finding your limits;
Decimation of boundaries
It’s beyond running that extra lap;
Trowing that extra punch
Real strength is in the mind.
True strength is in the impossible.
Ultimate strength lies within you.
Ask yourself: how strong are you?
God Is HateThe lord giveth and the lord taketh awayGod Is Hate3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lord giveth unto you blackened days
God is good, God is great
God has already sealed your eternal fate
God is cruel, God is hate
God delights in seeing your moribund state
The lord giveth you this life to be simply led astray
The lord will taketh this "gift" away
God is a sadist, straight and true
The good lord harbours nothing but hate for you
Watches you stumble, watches you fall
But never there to heed your call
In times of need, in times of sorrow
Count on the lord not to see you through the morrow
Trust in yourself, not in the lies of his flock
Because when you need him he'll only laugh and mock
The lord has forsaken us all
Not just his son
Once we've lived and he's watched us fall
He merrily sends us to hell when we're done
A lack of belief is what he puts at fault
But a lack of intervention is what's led to this result
A Golden HueA Golden Hue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I lay in a golden hue of soft petals and grass.
It surrounds me like a gold sea, engulfing me in all its brightness.
The yellow brush moves like waves, and I float and sway to its melody.
The cream color climbs up the landscape, reaching the sky,
Slowing morphing into an auburn flame.
It burns intensely, glowing pink, and radiates a warmth so comforting.
A passion so strong emits from the air.
Violent and fervent, it seems to thicken the atmosphere,
Choking me softly with its fiery hand.
The heat feels good in my throat; it sits there and slowly moves down into my chest, Warming my heart.
And it is as if I am given a sense of power, a renewed energy.
I let my eye travel farther up to the stars, and here the sky turns crimson, dark.
Streaks of purple and black mix in with the deathly color red and it is beautiful
A surge of overwhelming happiness courses through me, infecting me like fire.
I feel alive, my senses heightened.
A sweet and dry aroma fills lungs, the air crisp within
Is It the Book that Makes Us Weep?Is It the Book that Makes Us Weep?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it the book that makes us weep?
Does the film cause tears to seep?
Or is it our own looming humanity,
Resurfaced empathy, fears and insanity?
In stories made by the human mind
Bits of art only a human can find,
Whilst in the stories made by life
Human nature only art may sight.
We run from one to hide with other,
Create escape when reality's a bother.
But the streaks that burn our faces
Will remind of heart's vulnerable places.
I Just AmI am not bullied in school nor am I popular.I Just Am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am just there. Keeping my head as low as I can.
I am not beaten at home nor am I loved.
I am just there. Failing unspoken expectations.
I am not a femme nor am I butch.
I am just female. Wearing practical clothes.
I am not a lesbian nor am I straight.
I just happen to have fallen in love with a girl.
I am not stupid nor am I a genius.
I just think. Sometimes a little too deeply.
I am not ambitious nor am I a slacker.
I just work. In case someday I find a dream.
I am not fat nor am I skinny.
I just eat. Then work out for a few hours.
I am not over the edge nor am I content.
I just exist. For no apparent reason.
I was not born this way nor did I choose it.
I just am. With no explanations.
I am not pure evil nor am I perfect.
I just am.
I Want to Go HomeI'm scaredI Want to Go Home1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my hands that I can't control -
They grasp knives and pencils
and stab and rip and tear
even though I know it's
I know because
blood and tears always
drip down the same
and, even so,
nothing is changed
Even though the
textbooks and doctors alike
tell me again and again:
I don't believe it
I can't just live for the
comfort of bed after a long day,
the happiness of getting
a 99% on a test, making people laugh,
seeing a cute dog, or
having someone know my name
There must be something more.
There has to be something more.
Because I can't take this much longer -
I hate this place where I
am labeled as a failure
and nothing more and not even
small moments like those
can erase the heaviness
in my heart
Worthless, no good, unacceptable,
below average, mediocre, unimportant -
The names go on and on and on
The days feel so long,
my sighs are even longer, and
I always want to go home,
but really there's nowhere
for me to go
devolutioni was a dog.devolution1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
i came when you called,
sat at your feet by the fireplace even when the coals
were too close, too hot
things like that don’t matter when you’re sitting in the lap of your
the collar was too tight around my throat,
and i’d veer off the sidewalk when you took me out
in the hopes that i’d choke.
there’s a spot at the edge of the bed for me.
i’m supposed to be honoured by this scrap.
your wife lies in the cold spot next to you,
and i’m obliged to take what’s offered, because
your scraps are better than meagre me.
wrong, says the wolf.
she peels back my layers and slips out of my skin.
her teeth are sharper and when master calls,
when he pulls the leash taut and i can feel the spit dribble down over my maw,
i feel his fingertips at the back of my throat
your wife lies in the cold spot next to you,
a cold and perfect two.
the foot of the bed feels like ice.
PLAYING WITH FIRE CHAP. 1 I walk along in the forest as the birds sing a beautiful song. One lands on a branch in front of me and starts to sing a song- an ocvitch bird. The ocitches can sing any tune or song you give them and together their singing sounds like angels. I begun to sing along with the little bird, knowing the song off by heart, a lullaby. it always seems the lullaby ehcos through these woods.PLAYING WITH FIRE CHAP. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The little song bird jumps off the branch, as the howl hits hard. I run, bow in my hand and I pull my black hood up over my head. These aren't normal wolves, wings, 6 feet tall and can rip you to shreds in seconds. They're faster, stronger and smarter that an average grey wolf. They seem to be all different. Some with wing 10 feet tall and paws that can crush you while others can be the size of a normal wolf, without wings but strong as a bull.
I run faster but I can still hear their foo
Warriors prologueWarriors prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cave chaos, part one
Continuation of the manga edition (Not needed to read this)
By: Kelsey (Aka Luna the moon dragon)
Inspired by Erin hunter's best selling series, warriors. Warriors doesn't belong to me
In the undergrowth surrounding the beautiful, starry clearing, a short black and white pelt stirred the leaves. A slender face pushed from the bushes and into the clearing where a small, mystic pool lay in the centre. It had distinctly feminine features. She moved her head back and forth, looking around the clearing. It was waiting for someone. Than, as if on cue, cats poured into the clearing from every direction until the pool was surrounded.
"Glad you could make it." the black and white she-cat mewed to the others.
"Not like we had much choice..." A brown tom answered dryly. "Why have you brought this meeting together at such a late hour Cavestar?"
"The reason, Chaos-star, is there is a disaster befalling the clans very soon, and we need to do something... I'm su
Lay Down Your RosesLay down your rosesLay Down Your Roses1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
One and all
On my golden casket
Come say your goodbye's
Gather under the graying skies
Listen to the words that spill
From the mouths of those who wish
That I still walked
Yet I am paralyzed
Destined to be buried underneath the dirt
So lay your roses on me now
Lay them down
Then walk away
To live another day
Lay down your roses.
Wild Cat: Chapter Two: I Like YouWild Cat: Chapter Two: I Like You3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I like you
I woke up early, and purred as I stretched, today was going to be good. Tabby and Blackberry had put their sons on lockdown; they couldn't leave their house for days.
I walked out of my den, and walked toward my favorite sunning spot. I was halfway there when I suddenly looked in the forest. I wonder how Finchkit is doing.
I shook my head, trying to clear away the thoughts. I heard a bush rustle beside me, but when I looked, nothing was there.
I walked faster, the rustling seemed to follow me, and I practically raced to my sunning place as if it were a safe haven.
When I got there, the white she-cat was sitting on the large rock I called my sunning place.
"I would like to thank you for helping Finchkit." She mewed.
I stood there, my fur fluffing up.
"I can see why you like this place, this rock is very warm." She purred, stretching out on my sunning place.
"Exactly, why are you here?" I asked.
"To thank you."
"Then you should leave now." I hissed she laughed.
Wild Cat: Chapter One- What is it? RevisedWild Cat: Chapter One- What is it? Revised3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What is it?
“Hey! Lucky! Wait up!” I flattened my ears and cursed myself for being so careless as two young toms greeted me, their eyes bright and their tails high, well, almost. They must have ran right past me in their hurry to greet me this morning, because they had managed to be behind me when their den was still a ways up ahead.
“Yes, Curly, Bobby?” I mewed, keeping my pace even as I padded near the fences, trying to use their shade to protect my spine from the sun, but as it was Sunhigh, the shade was either little, or in the garden cats for the bell necks to lounge in.
“What are you going to do today?” Curly asked, his tail, which curled at the end in a small spiral, (which looked painful but he never complained about it) was raised as high as it could be and waved slightly as he walked.
I tried to think of something uninteresting, but I could only think of the sun as I answered, “I’m going to sun myself.” I mysel
Am I...All my lifeAm I...1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve been taught to love others
just as God has loved me:
I’ve been taught to disassociate
with those who have deviant lifestyles
from that of my family’s.
The same people who
God himself called me to witness to
by spreading his love.
I’m questioning things I’m scared to ask
even my best friends whom I trust.
Like why do I feel
that familiar feeling of falling for a girl
when I think about a particular guy?
I want to be there for him,
I want to help him through his struggles,
I don’t want him to feel alone.
I love him.
But is it out of perversion?
Is this genuine?
Am I confusing two kinds of love?
Am I crazy?
Have I really been bi
all this time?
I’m not looking for justification or approval,
I know how hostile the world can be,
along with my brothers and sisters in Christ,
towards those who aren’t
To anyone who knows me
beyond these lines of verse,
Ignorance is BlindMonkey seeIgnorance is Blind1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
mirrors copy all of you
Break a heart you'll feel the pain
those two have never been the same
Write a word you'll hear it ring
no one's gonna let it sing
Giving in is how you fall
silly girl, you don't notice at all
People talk, group one and two
false, you child, those people grew
those spitting lies
you know nothing 'less it's through their eyes
Swiftstorm's StorySwiftstorm's Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pale colors rose as dawn spreading its warm wings across the starry night sky. It was cloudless; nothing marred the scene in the sky above. In the early morning hours, when brilliant colors of reds and pinks, oranges and purples streaked the sky new life was beginning. A yowl split the calm air of twittering birds. It came from a barn, just a small little thing that hadn't been cared for for years. An orange tabby cat paced nervously outside of the barn door, a worried expression on his face. He froze as another agonized yowl erupted from the barn doors, his face contorted in pain that he couldn't comfort the hurting cat inside that he loved, even more so that he knew that he had once again caused this great discomfort.
Past the unhinged barn doors, in a nest of soft moss, a she-cat lay, her mouth open in a soundless, screaming howl as a ripple crossed her pale brown body. Another she-cat, black as the night without stars, sat beside her, whispering soft words of comfort, staring frost
Child of SilenceOnce upon a dream, a child lonely cries.Child of Silence4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tears from hating parents, and hating him applies.
He sits alone at school, barely makes a sound.
He doesn't see his friends, doesn't look around.
His little mind is hazy, and burdened into silence.
His dreams so lone and weary, he cannot find alliance.
Deep down within the covers, inside his blanket bed,
he squeezes shut his eyes, and covers tight his head.
In hope of drowning out the screams, of fighting mom and dad,
He wishes for a saving dream, one he'll never have.