Weekly Feature #5POETRY
Memories. by andokadesbois Read a book. by TheDarksideOfTheSea I'm a freak by eulalievarenne I love you by LolaCraven morning light by BlackCocktail :thumb325832046: Roses by MariannaInsomnia The key to life by miaboas we bond, we change, we grow by Rona-Keller Fight For Your Life by darkcalypso Lost Lover by little-pretty delusion of virginity by Catliv :thumb320858950: Dreaming by xOronar
At the lake by AuroraWienhold 05689 by lana-llama Fencing Voodoo Sketch by AlbertoArni siberian kitten by GN-SHAK Spring Eternal by jasinski Viola Macabre by shellshock264 :thumb122199341: Lost by jenniferhansen
Cold Winter Sun by TheDarkRayne Splash~ by nadzie Sweet death like poison by LuneBleu The Death of Ophelia by AbigailLarson The forgotten garden by RadoJavor Sparks of Passion by kfc79 Life Always Has Two Sides by jerry8448 Ghost Lost Souls by ashellkova :thumb155637382: Racoon by Thunderbird111
:thumb327711575: Art is the only way by naked-in-the-rain Old Paper Texture by selinmarsou Plum A Dream by Desert-Winds DA Is My Home .:STAMP:. by Sleeperstar Photo text tutorial by hayzy The circle of life by Chuchy5 No more potions by Sir-i Lost... by RandoMiss88
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yoursi am moreyours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my bones.
of my spine,
on my skin.
in your throat,
of your hands.
i am what lies
beyond the hike
of my skirt,
of my jeans,
the gossamer sheen
of my shirt-
Spreading the dA Love: Volume 18 :iconGoldendAplz: :iconGoldendAplz:Spreading the dA Love: Volume 183 years ago in Art Features More Like This
As the title suggests, this news article series aim to promote wonderful aspects of the deviantART community, from showcasing beautiful works of art, to informing you of great groups, and to interviewing inspirational deviants. I feel so happy being part of such a wonderful community and I hope to make it better, even if it's only a little bit, by making these articles. My goal is to bring to light everything that impassions me and, hopefully, inspire you!
Showcasing Gorgeous Artwork
A showcase of art that has simply left me speechless from all genres, from digital/traditional, artisan, emoticons, fractals, etc.
bird songi told myself i'd never compare the two of youbird song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but his eyes are so much brighter
if we still talked i'd tell you, i'm happy now,
in the saddest of ways but i am happy now,
i would say, momentarily, warily,
but somehow i would.
just don't you tell me, you're happy too.
on being sorrythere are days when the beauty in me is suffocated by the senseless rage in you. i sense this rage in you. i watched you unfold into something i could hold on to, something that grew and made sense. i watched you pick a dead butterfly up from the ground and then you gave it to me and i kept it for the longest time, over a year, and i still have part of it. i watched you climb a mountain and hold the sky in your mouth. you gave that to me too. i watched you water me until i grew right alongside you. we were an unbreakable pair. roots all tangled in with each other. i watched you cry because you loved me so much. i cried too. i watched you make mistakes, and i made some too. i forgave you, and you forgave me too. you were the most beautiful thing i ever saw. the tallest, brightest, widest soul i will ever hold. but you are dark somewhere in there.on being sorry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i watched you stumble onto yourself. your heart is very clumsy. you are unforeseeable, you are table toppling on children's feet. i can't brea
on leaving it behindi stillon leaving it behind3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this might appall you
or agonize you but i do.
i remember still evenings
with little to exchange besides
heartbeats and breathing patterns.
i remember soft afternoons
with my back raking against the carpet
leaving sporadic scars and stitches of memory.
i remember dark roads, and darker rains.
i remember a longer faith and a shorter pain.
the wounds are not as fresh, they do not sting,
but they ache and the few times i hear your voice
wedges your fingers in my brain and i can feel the cake
of neglected cum stains and i can hear the desperation in
the small whimper of my name and the way it was hard for your
breath to escape and my mind is running on thin rails, paper train,
and all i ever wanted from you was a home, not a place.
you would finger fuck me in the movie theater
and i would squirm and you would laugh because
i am not so good at keeping quiet. and all it would take
was a look from me or my hand up your knee or my lip under my
teeth and your eyes would
Special Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday FeaturePLEASE this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!Special Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday Feature2 years ago in Personal More Like This
The amount of artistic talent here on dA has always amazed me, I feel like it should be a privilege to be able to feature such amazing pieces as these. Therefore, without further ado this Sunday's Specials
Compliments -c- by Christianonfire7 & Compliments (C) by SurrealCachinnation
the autopsy of an earthquake (collab) by ChloroformBoy & :thumb311438267:
:thumb346233445: Jack by sense-and-stupidity All Truths by glossolalias Pieces by SadisticIceCream
Not a Spitting Image by DrippingWords On Dead Leaves and Other Valuable Things by FuzzyHoser She Draws Deeply - 8yr rewrite by vespera Bedfellow by TheMoorMaiden
Find Me by Sweet-Nature Echo by SachaKalis swing me a love song by LuizaLazar Abysses by Julie-de-Waroquier
Wish you were here. by incredi the bruised and broken by hayzy :thumb311481701:
on hindsightif you would have told meon hindsight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will love you conditionally,
when i am feeling good, but not too good
because when i feel my very best i will
not need you, when i am feeling bad,
but not too bad because at my very worst
i will hate you.
i will stand with you provisionally,
so long as i do not have to stand very long
and i can take breaks from you as i please-
i will look into you tentatively
and reach the decision that i am better than you,
that you are one big fucking joke, that i have
a higher calling to marijuana and making
temporary homes inside of nice, but stupid
if you had told me that now when we talk
it's only because you want to know who i'm fucking
and where i'm at and what i'm doing not because
you care about me, but because somewhere in the
back of your mind you claimed me and even though
you are not stepping up to fill your position as
high conqueror of my cunt, you expect me not
to look for satisfaction elsewhere.
if you had told me that i would waste the past few m
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
resistanceThe key to happiness is to always be fucking somethingresistance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am incapable
because I let it
go only to a certain point
arrhythmia is a tremor,
a Malthusian catastrophe
less solvent than snow.
The renegade who serves
my synapse sequences knows
this, and she develops fevers
to quell my dependence on
our forest of censored souls.
Mine is a passive immunity.
She makes tsetse flies,
fills them with blinks,
and releases them as impulses
that vaccinate my love against
the hurting. I'm not so deep
and I know nothing of suffering.
glitter.you wrote me love letters from the passenger seat,glitter.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pressing stars to my eyelids and hearts to my forehead.
you wrote me lies.
like the summer months, you never stick around long enough to make a lasting impression.
winter always takes over, cold
fingertips washing away all past evidence of the blistering friction once there.
(the only way I made it through was remembering that
youre only another calendar away; that youll come back.
I dont think Ill make it through this time.)
Id write you every word in the french-english dictionary if only one would spark a memory.
you seem unable to reminisce and incapable of nostalgia.
(really, I think theyre powers you passed onto me, increasing mine tenfold.)
youre like something acidic, burning in my throat.
but all the way down, youre smoldering the word
you held me close with trembling hands,
telling me how I was your living reincarnation of
winter always reminds me of you.It never snowed last December, but it was always there on the horizon. Like a bad dream on the periphery of my vision, a relentless reminder that I don't ever have control over things the way I think I do. The way I want to. Recently, I realized that I feel everything a bit too sharply. The cold. The pain. The nothingness.winter always reminds me of you.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's heart wrenching. It's stomach twisting.
The minute you were gone, the air in my lungs left too. It's amazing how long you can live without breathing. It's much longer than anyone tends to claim. Truthfully, it's not even the thing I miss anymore. I only miss you. I miss the feelings. I miss anything that isn't the slow crack and settle of this old building. Or the familiar beating of my heart. The sun rising and falling from the sky each and every day.
I don't remember what it's like to not wake up to a pattern, but I do remember that it was so much better than this.
I used to never know what to expect. Now I have no expectations at all. It didn't take me long t
deflourgod'sdeflour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
got a thing
for women in white dresses,
legs broken and
like the knot
of a dead man's
mapping the ache.She learned anatomy when he broke her heart. She liked how she could track the stinging, burning pain as it delved deeper into her. Starting in her throat, a heavy lump that wouldn't move anymore than a cm a day. it would travel through her veins, like back lanes, leaving behind big clouds of exhaust fumes that make her skin tarnish, and her blood thicken. the pain, gets a little stronger. moves a little further. with her bones structure mapped and blown up on the wall across from her bed, she woke up each morning, and closed her eyes. she sat quiet and still with breath held, trying to pinpoint the pain. she'd trace the wall and place a small gold star where is had reached that day. it was quite beautiful really. this skeletal system, scattered with little stars. her own constellation.mapping the ache.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
it was a realisation that everything can be traced back to her heart. it beats and bleeds and aches and yearns and everything it feels is shot through your synapses and
teardropteardrop1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
A blue so silent by lomatic tenebra by karamelo-serenity
water poem by m-lucia Missing Diva by KizukiTamura Between the motion and the act by AiniTolonen
rambling by davespertine :thumb438676275: my nostalgic day... by tuminka
Impact by bliXX-a DEEP NEUROSIS by puken scar by partiallyHere
:thumb437265483: my little island by VisitingFahrrad rain II by sth22art
Before the night comes... by tuminka Sillage by benjoin Warp by Megalithicmatt
Leda by schachay Oblivion (WITH VIDEO) by AlfieAlphA Wasting Away by jenniferhansen
Le grand bouquet by Malahicha Forest by MuniaElena Pratt's Point no.1 by readyo
Silent Wood by zzen :thumb401976099: Origins II by zzen
Shame by ParallelDeviant Isabelle by sara-hel :thumb113355664:
The unbreakable bond by J-u-d-a-s S p a w N by J-u-d-a-s Nobody's Fool by J-u-d-a-s
The Journey by MirellaSantana Layla by Flobelebelebobele
79 by farzadonline
Argentum I by FlexDreams
Fall In Love With Me by LaurenCalaway geisha by prismes
******** by Vladimir-Serov *** by apalkin
softly by MartaSyrko
confession to my most preciousyou're beautifulconfession to my most precious5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're a drop of perfection
you're so worthwhile and deserve only the best in life
and I can't promise you'll get it
but I can say you deserve it.
these oceanic arteries are killing me.i'm drawn to the ocean in a way that's anything but beautiful. i don't want a welcome embrace, i just want it to consume me. 'cause the ocean is so heavy and right now i'm so fucking fragile.these oceanic arteries are killing me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i'll stand waist deep with the water curling tightly around me, lulling me further from the shore with the safe sung whispers of the wind as i let the waves crash into me. so that with each ebb and flow, piece by piece, the ocean can wash me away from you.
i can see myself crumbling away like the cliffs that surround the peaceful waters, and i wonder if your as fragile as i am right now. my breathing patterns have changed, as i don't want to be anything like you at all ever again.
it's not anything i'm proud of -- the way our worlds shifted and turned and collided to make the currents wash up on these shores with each of us standing at opposite ends of this expanse of water with no hope, no reason, no love, but it's the way things turned out. and now i should know better than to change everythi
i am an ocean nothing floats on.i am an ocean that nothing floats on.i am an ocean nothing floats on.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
her mother always told her that each part of her body was capable of becoming something hard and cold, something that a military man could arm himself with and leave a trail of destruction. There was an anchor in the pit of her stomach, resting on the bottom of a black and white ocean, carelessly tossed in by a reckless boy with matching eyes. it leads her to somewhere she has never been. It sinks her to ocean floor and leaves her waiting for the waves to stir her back to the surface.she learned about space, and the gaps that leave people feeling empty and lonely, and throughout the years of her youth, everything related back to the ocean residing inside her chest cavity which on the coldest and emptiest nights she could feel thrash and peak and cause her to choke and spit it up in violent convulsions. she learned that her stomach acids were responsible for the curve of her bones and the shapes of the shadows they made in sunlight. as her years tic
we're all made of stories.We're all either made of cells or stories, but in your case, it's both. You're somehow bigger than what one body can contain. And I know that all of this all these words and breaths and spaces aren't enough to explain you. You're better than any fiction will ever be.we're all made of stories.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember sitting in the passenger seat of your car, watching the familiar city streets flick by, fast like a picture book. It felt like there was something I was missing between the pages and second story houses, but I couldn't place it. I had my arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding my insides in since I was afraid with every passing moment I would let their contents spill. You wouldn't look at me, but you kept talking. For the first time ever, I wished you would stop. You were telling me that you could never love me and I was completely aware that I had already foolishly followed you in too deep and now you were letting me know that you had been drowning for years. You were promising to take me und
i should have never loved you.in that one moment, i wanted to stand up and hit him: i wanted to make him hurt, make him bleed, make him feel what he did to me. make him feel his lies and deceit, push it into his skin like a knife and letting the scarlet lies pour out for everyone to see.i should have never loved you.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
every little lie, every "mia bella" came back to haunt me. every word that idly dripped out of his mouth that caressed and cared for me turned black and shriveled like a dead flower.
because every time he kissed me, he lied.
i can't believe i just let him string me along like that. he just turned me into some sort of flesh-and-blood puppet, tossed me around and stepped on me like garbage put on the curb for tuesday night pickup. he put me in a plastic bag with old coffee grounds and used condoms from a night when i wasn't there.
i should have never loved him.
why i don't listen to lady gaga anymorei held the feeble windwhy i don't listen to lady gaga anymore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my chest
watched as her
swept to the heavens
listened to her
i danced the wild dance
clinging to who
i was like
disease clings to
the human body
the sea she swam
i have calmed vaunting
i have breathed the
i have strolled
with august men,
heart valves and
what to do about
but i have never
on an envelopewhy do my d's and l's look like yours when i write your name?on an envelope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's just been a little carousel,
spinning in pirouettes,
in my mind all day.
all i know is i'm glad i don't love you.
i don't know why you aren't relationship material-
in all honesty, you are.
i don't know why you treat me like your girlfriend-
kissing my forehead,
holding me gently,
touching me sweetly,
asking to see me,
sixty miles out of the way
in a city i can fall in love,
with no promise of sex-
all i know is i'm glad i don't love you,
& i hope it stays.