She PlaysShe plays the piano
Just like an angel
Taking strides of her own
With folded wings
Clasped about her skin
As fingers intertwine
And hands do not rest,
But instead move
Across the keys
Unlocking the doors
Of a child's heart
As she sways
Into the Movements
Of a woman
The intensity of
Eyes permeates the air
Even as they are
To the stepping stones
Where raindrops wept
A million tears
That spanned across
And forever flow
No matter how torrent
She eases into that
As her vessel
Until the door is closed
And the song has
Ended, and an easy
Voice, is able to
Exactly what was seen
What was meant
In the Depths
Of her Ocean.
Expunge It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down to your fingertips and dies. You let the remnants of stick and ash fall on the floor of the thick carpeted rug, decorated like elevator music, and see that your panoramic view of atmosphere stays alight, and right in front of you your eyes are beholding a door in your path.Expunge2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You can’t open the door by force. Your elongated appendages, unique
Sunrise GallowsCrimsonSunrise Gallows3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's heard through the forest
It's heard everyday.
Another has fallen
Another is saved.
Keep your eyes open
Don't look away.
They want you to see this
They want to see pain.
Is another's gain.
acousticyour soul is an acousticacoustic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
black and white picture
never yielding to release
giving shadows a new taste
of elegance, quiescent
the tranquil luminescence
that can trap a heart
in the photographic emulsion
or celluloid undertow
of slow motion
just as flammable
as a subtle combustion
kindling a rustic tongue
to move a languid expulsion
ladened with sorrows
carried like crystal shards
in a humble sun catcher
hung above a familiar window
prizing inconsequential matter
into flecks of golden dust
My DearestDearest Robert,My Dearest2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every night I walk the narrow path to The Door, Your Door. (I tell no one. I make sure they're not watching). They tried to keep me from you. Did you know they hid the letters? They hid them, but I found them in the attic underneath a pile of your clothes. They tried to donate those too, but I stopped them. I had a fit and I made them stop. Everyday my nightgown is damp with tears, but at night I have comfort. I know you're with me then.
Already there is talk of moving on. It's been a whole year, they say. I need to Let Go, Move On, but I'm making plans of moving in. They tire of me day after day; not dressing, hardly eating, forever staring out the window waiting for you to come home. I am such an unbearable weight to them. All I can think about is you.
I can hear your voice like a carousel, around and around again. Like children in the park. Ice cream giggles and dandelion puffs. Those ice tea chats on the front porch with your folks, the days whe
The Witch's Admirers Simple etiquetteThe Witch's Admirers3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and simple needs
for another space to be.
but fruit is costly
and bones are far from rot.
Why do you burn me,
for perils I have with fraught?
(~ frightened by the powers, that we have not ~)
Deviant Poetry Library IFrom autumnlit's poetry library:Deviant Poetry Library I1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
New York Dolls by ElegantFaithPaint the Dreams by FaeFallenlittle white lies by mismatched-misfitsCompass by RKAustinThe Dead Masses by LookingGlassInk
Let Me Say 'I Love You' by CelestialMemoriesTransparency by WhisperedInsanityLittle Gray pot by InsatiableStarvationSomewhere by DustyfootphilosopherParadise. by divafica
if you walk. by ohsparrowsongdestruction by starshinexxHypnosis by RealiteaI wanted to say yes. by Sammur-amatkillers are quiet by FuzzyHoser
Trickster by SubjugatedSandwichAs Insubstantial As Cigarette Smoke by intricately-ordinaryOn Loving Daylight by TwilightPoetessLinger by imaginative-lionessThere's Something Wrong with Norman Bates by RussianTim
Burial by TheEmptyChestIt Was The Moment-For TheAutumnCrocus by LoveislightblueThe Fluidity of Our Shared Dream by NecromanticMinstrelAutumn Autopsy by dreamsinstaticThe Artist by MummyWriter
roots by the-balcony-sceneuntitled by glossolaliaswith a whisper by BloodshotInkHow to Make Yourself by LiliWritesSand Dollars by Eternal-Mothra
7 Strokes of a Jellyfish Tattoo by Lucy-MerrimanStar Swallower by PursuingTheCerberusTo Us- Synesthesia by DrippingWordstime-spared drawers of dreams by your-methamphetamineA piece of advice by DNA-The-Authoress
A Romance Novel by swansistersThings I'll tell you when you're older. by trembling-kneesWriter's Mask by Contradictory55Secrets by YogaTeacher
:thumb363570836:Crossing Ariel by crossing-arielclock by doodlerTM
The Forest by checkyeschloeThe Crucible by Luna-is-only-so-many
Time by Angelles-LaVeau
Purge The SoulRifts of layered satinPurge The Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
move and cover whole
and binding to the core
as the rift provides more
Ways to turn and toss
lessening the hold
Interwoven truths unbound
tethered to the sea
Currents carry taint away
let go of the handle
offered by the spout
Quench your thirst in rivers
clearing up the drought
Throw it all away
clothes cast upon the shore
'till ghostly skin is crystal clear
and find out you have more
~the purging of the soul~
The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dreamed a dream that was in my head. I had unexpectedly taken an afternoon nap, resting peacefully in our secret place. I laid out on the softness of an old quilted blanket I often took with me when I went deep within the woods outside of the town of Chester. My aunt Lori had made it when she was just a girl and then gave it to me when I was born. Raggedy and slightly torn, it was the perfect thing to use for a picnic without fear of it getting ruined because it was already on its way out. Octagon pieces of fabric of faded reds, blues, and grays, decorated lightly with tiny daisies. The stitching was obviously done by a child, tighter in some areas and loose in the others where hands had grown tired from sewing lessons.
The sun was nigh, warming my skin through breaks in the tree branches overhead. The backs of my eye lids were swimming in crimson-orange flickering light from the shadows of the swaying trees in the comf
Science and MathematicsTake all of your silky wordsScience and Mathematics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And tie them to a rock
Throw them in the ocean and
Watch all of them drop
Will they sink to the bottom?
Or will they float up top?
How deep does your meaning go,
or is it just a flop?
Your delectable honey-spice
Sure did cook up nice,
but upon the swallowing
I learned I ought to, think twice.
Don't take my silence for, grant-ed.
With eyes to the skies
And head Under water
You're a flickering light
and under you falter
You can't take the heat
Under salt water...
you bet your teeth
you better believe
I added it up.
firm gripYour fingers strumfirm grip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the chords of my brain
a hand cupped chin
to raise me from beneath
I’d know this insulation anywhere
it feels like putting on a comfortable shirt
arms fill the sleeves
as fabric moves over skin exquisitely
for the perfect fit
I lie every time I nod my head in silence
It was anchors I needed
and fish hooks
I know the art of drowning
suspension and bleeding
The captain goes down with his ship,
but not before he sails
Now is not the time
for bravery and fear
we passed those
Twisting in my skin,
pulling tight on the ropes
into the squall
moves through and between
nothing to grasp
and press on
into the next
We’re raising the sails
and dropping them down
with corset flattery
over roller coaster wind
and a hand cupped chin
Dreams in Digital IFrom my digital artwork collection.Dreams in Digital I1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
Some already featured, again, but -I just love my collection.
Monsters under the bed by Movezerb:thumb184405384:Adora by ThubakabraSilence by SweediesArt
Dusk of hallows by MarcelaBolivarPure Magic by ChisSweetArtThe Surrealist by ianvicknairIsolation by imorawetza minute eternity by IzaskunGate to a neverending tale by LuneBleuThe Bronte Project by vacuumslayerBeetleJack-ScissorMan by heckthor
Escape by Art-by-NiseEvocation by HeroDeesWalk with me... by martianzombieChase by noiproxSatyr Head by telthonaFairy by Epar3D
Another World by TheDarkRayneone lone witch by JenaDellaGrottagliaAutumn Tree Tattoo - Commission by Angela-TStill dreaming by RozenngSnow White and the big apple by CindysArt
Hollow by MattDixon:thumb376126772:Mrs. Blackwater, are you ready? by SteenhuisenThe Oracle by Shades-of-serenityAutumn by darklaelaQueen of Spades - Voodoo Style by CAHessFlower elf by masterkey23
B I R D . O F . P R E Y by Saydasleeping by ada-lenaCrow mage - illustration by noiproxDeadly Instinct by Ideasplayer
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longerJustifications and Salted Smiles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm diving in.
I wish that you would see,
there's a magical land at the bottom of the ocean
where waterproof lungs let you be
everything you've dreamed.
You can bury underneath the sand
and not be found-
it's the land that's been promised to me
in late night whispers
and burnt tears
wasted on things that don't matter.
I know it's real,
broken minds can't lie
and I can feel it in my bones-
there's something more.
What other reasons would we live for?
They say you inhale saltwater
and exhale enlightenment.
The waves pour over you
and finally make you clean (pure)
No one knows where you are
so your problems don't follow
and neither does time.
It all fades away
until you disintegrate
like your worries.
You can only get there
with a heart that doesn't beat
because humans' empty brains
You need to be all the way gone
I want to go and find myself
and live the dreams I never had.
I swear, it's not that bad-
It Bit Me"And tomorrow we'll install the kitchen cabinets along this wall here," the man gestured into the adjacent room.It Bit Me2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My mother nodded in agreement as the construction contractor spoke. All the while, I sat slouched in boredom against the unpainted drywall of my newly-constructed home, my eyes wandering around the unborn living room as I searched for something, anything, to pique my interest. I desperately prayed for any form of entertainment or distraction, but the room loomed in desolate quietness. The scruffy man with my mother turned and stretched his hand out towards the wall directly across from me, redressing the cryptically dull conversation into that of the addition of a new fireplace. I gave another sigh of boredom and rested my small chin on top of my crossed arms. But just then, salvation presented itself to me in the form of a slight glinting atop the nearby counter dividing the two rooms.
I returned my gaze to my mother, who still stood with her back to me, nodding on occasion
you need to have a plan...so here's toyou need to have a plan...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to some forgotten shore.
2. fall desperately in love with
i. the ocean
ii. the sky
iii. the honey sunrise and
iv. the steelgray winter dawn.
soul-deep into the water and
4a. search out the requisite words
i. from behind white and blue curtains
ii. and underneath clam shells
iii. and in the wakes of fishing boats, and
4b. pluck them from the ceaseless
scrawls of sunlight
against the slopes of waves.
5. make time for
ii. and other
angel ash and face paint whispersSatellite asks youangel ash and face paint whispers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what are you waiting around
here for, fragmented breath
and climb useless limbs
shake the withered tree
Even beauty grows in winter
death as we know it seems
the ending, the autumn, the falling
negotiates the way to
trespass frozen lips and decay
peaceful grave, climbing Jacob's ladder
Bide to wake for a message
a headache, unconventional
commitment, nautin of inspiration
deliverance is a snowflake
carpenters do not negate
Blint the architect can only talk of
steps never known,
through moss thrones
and ivy slightly awry
quiet, creeping, slow
under staircase groves
angel ash and face paint whispers
HeavenI'll show you how special one breath is.Heaven2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'd teach you to breathe like humans should, like every atom of oxygen flowing through your lungs creates a new flower bud on the ivy curling about your ribcage. Like each breath is heaven itself, because what if this is it?
I'd pull you by your skinny wrist to the street down the block, where you could see the fireworks without the trees getting in the way, and we'd lay on our backs and look up at humankind's handmade stars. I'd show you how to see the glitter in the air instead of the smoke, just for a second. I'd illustrate the pleasures of innocence, of molding to world to see what you wish. Because this, this could be all we get of heaven.
SimbelmyneThere is silence here, uponSimbelmyne2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stale skull tombs
these everminds are stilling...
(And yet their tragedies
shall endure in the pallor of the
flowers in your hands.)
admittance is defeatthey called you beautifuladmittance is defeat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with porcelain eyes about to crack
and cigarette skin crumbling
away, a knotted spine and
you were never gracious.
you're slipping underneath, this
virulent smog masks a paper sky that
never allowed a dream and
you're afraid because it's soaking in
your pores again, unattainable and unoriginal;
the meaning of life never meant enough-
you were never hopeful.
there's a getaway map on the underside
of your pillow, and a lifetime of secrets
on the underside of your bones
you're a walking travesty:
your chest ticks, dull
your wrist beats, dying
time is keeping you but
you were never patient.
you lie large enough to make us believe you
don't entertain nightmares, but what if
no one could hear you scream?
remarkable, it seems
caged birds really know how
to sing out
(you were always beautiful)
Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday Feature + MOARPLEASE this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday Feature + MOAR2 years ago in Personal More Like This
The amount of artistic talent here on dA has always amazed me, I feel like it is a privilege to be able to feature such amazing pieces as these. Therefore, without further ado, this Sunday's Specials
13. by sense-and-stupidity :thumb289352749:
Affannato by psithurisms coefficient of fiction by toxic-nebulae Of Bliss by Concora and I still keep running into parked cars by Hfeather53
:thumb349231213: Waiting for You by SilverInkblot Smokin' by TheMoorMaiden on loving lengthwise by AlloenDreams
Water by otherwiseunbroken Hemispheres apart by ozzla we are all waiting to be found. by momo-madness days by glossolalias
CLAYMATION CONTEST RESULTS
1st Place Framed by BloodshotInk by :devkathrynodrisc
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.we are not a fairytale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I’m not sure whether or not the sun will
rise again tomorrow, because it won’t exist
until someone breathes life into it,
but no. we were never so lucky
to be carefully orchestrated,
a composition rendered for
another’s satisfaction. I am not the
climax, nor the resolution, but a lamb
with Stockholm Syndrome and
a tendency towards people
weaving the tidethere is no word as prominent as control,weaving the tide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but how can you cross satellite minds
unbound, weighing down the swimmers,
telephone lines and fish hooks,
and altogether unfortunate believers?
I've been cocoon wrapped isolation
trading frequencies through nerve endings;
I always thought I was drowning,
but now I'm just pulling you down
finger tips trace your neckline
brushing your collar bone
lightly stroking strands of hair
soft as an angel's touch
a subtle smile, and a kiss
on your brow to make it sweet
right before the weight of me
falls on you like a boulder
calling on the enemy to keep us safe
to keep these dreams of mine
I always thought I was drowning,
because I wasn't holding the line
with fishing poles made of lace
and yesterday's sunrise
weaves tomorrow's golden rope
to wrap around the lies.
FragileHold meFragile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My ribs stop breaking
My bones stop cracking
Hold me until
Stops crushing me.
Until I remember
How to align
Each trembling vertebrate,
To stand up straight.
Breathe life into me
With sugary words
To give my heart
Teach me how
To breathe again.