Until We're GoneStretch out the sky above
Like a pale blue canvas
Wash away pain with paints
Leave only dreams, my love
Calm your heart, let's sing a melody
We can elope in the most beautiful of scenery
Escaping to a place where the beauty is timeless
And the words so soft that touch our hearts
There's a place where we belong
A still moment just for us
When our palms meet in silence
To join much more than flesh
Your guardian wings caught me mid-fall
Opening your arms to me, to cleanse me of it all
I keep that note close in my pocket
"I'll take care of you...until we're gone"
You're safe here, I promise
Together we will remain
Forever, and further still
In our lovers embrace
PoemsGone is what we used to be.Poems8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I regret it now; I finally see....
It's time to set these feelings free
That once almost destroyed me.
You probably don't think it's true,
But, yes, I was in love with you.
I just now realized that we're through,
And I think it's split my heart in two.
Even though I know we're over,
Sometimes I still look over my shoulder,
Hoping it's me that you're looking at, though you're holding her.
I can feel my heart freeze.....It gets colder and colder.
One day soon it will break,
But what difference does it make?
I have realized my mistake,
But, alas, it is too late.
To have ever loved in the first place
Was what brought me to such disgrace.
By staying here, I'm losing face.
By leaving, my hopes go to waste.
I won't try to get back together;
I don't think that would work, not ever,
But losing you's got me feeling rather
Not quite right....under the weather.
I know you may not get this letter;
That's probably for the better,
And while my rhyming scheme's not clever,
PoemsSitting in a corner,Poems8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
As I always do,
Lost in the nothing,
Surrounded by it too,
I turn to you,
Then you turn away,
A scamper here,
And a tumble there,
Is that all the effort that you got?
Laying on my bed,
The ceiling above,
Blank as always,
Boring as always,
Just like you,
Lying as always,
Denying as always,
Is it really that hard for you to see?
Turning the knob,
You invite yourself in,
Go away I tell you,
But you ignore me,
You scream and yell,
You beat my insides,
Making life a hell,
It brings you pleasure,
I know it does,
You like seeing me this way,
How many days I wonder,
Until I fade away?
Staring at me,
Into insides beyond the mere,
I'm only a child,
A poor defenseless child,
How you love watching me crumble,
Being blown away by little things,
You love this more than anything,
And all you do is deny what I say,
My soul will burn,
And the insides split,
While you remain unswayed....
How little you see,
Nothing new for me,
I HATE EMO POEMSI'm sick of poemsI HATE EMO POEMS7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that that talk of death
and how your stupid
lets not get up
and get a life
just grab your paper,
pen, and knife
lets talk of blood
upon the floor
and lovely darkness
all you say
is "my life rots"
and then you write
your emo thoughts
no one cares
about your dreads
and how you just
wish you were dead
they aren't as deep
as you might think
when you say in them
"my life will sink"
I really hate
your "broken wings"
and screeching songs
your dumb heart sings
these emo poems
are really stale
all they make
IS EPIC FAIL
you say your tears
are full of blood
and cry so much
you make a flood
poems that say
"please take my hand"
are really really
oh so bland
how bout you get
a better style
stop these poems
for a while
I don't care to
see more dark rhymes
I've seen them all
a thousand times
they don't make
a lick of sense
I swear you must
be really dense
can you see I
don't give a fuck
cuz these dark poems
Random Poems.To live is to search.Random Poems.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To search is to find.
To find is to love.
To love is to hurt.
To hurt is to forgive,
Or to let the best thing slip through ur hands.
A wilted heart, full of blood.
destroyed by a former love.
when its petals begin to fall,
who will be there to catch them all?
As time passes slowly by,
I watch my life and I cry.
I see her standing there.
Eyes hidden by her hair.
All i know is that Im sorry.
Now I wonder, as i worry.
does she love me,
or doesn't she?
silent prayers in the night,
trying to help me decides whats right.
as i cry,
i hear her sigh,
and feel a shiver of fright.
The Other MeLooking in the mirror, black,The Other Me5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see me, staring back
At this point I wonder honestly
Which one is the honest me?
I reach in slowly at last
Hands gliding through the glass
A cold feeling lingers
As fingers grasp fingers
We each wrestle
This is not a friendly tustle
Sweat, grit and blood,
He ejects, and lands with a thud!
A brief embrace
To farwell this race
Through me, the pain sails
Like a heart pierced with nails
Then you came 'round
And we beat him down
A pool of blood at our feet
A tangled mass of bones and meat
We carry him each
Out to the tree of peach
Just a pair of fools
Digging with rusty tools
The moon waxes and wanes
The stars ache with pain
The sun relinquishes its fiery breath
And time gives in to death
A thousand lifetimes pass
On that forsaken patch of grass
PreciousEyes like opalsPrecious5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She opened her hand
To reveal a thousand shards
Of a shattered diamond
We thought she was invincible
Her hair like topaz
Her voice like polished emerald
Skin that drips rubies
She's been through the fire and back
But she's not perfect yet
Crushed and melted down
She's full of impurities
Wrecked and torn
Tears like sapphires fall
She's still more precious
Than the rarest of gems
Steve Jobs [ 1955–2011 ]Steven Paul Jobs, co-founder, chairman and former chief executive of Apple Inc., has passed away today. http://www.apple.com/stevejobs/Steve Jobs [ 1955–2011 ]4 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
"When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: 'If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right.' It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: 'If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?' And whenever the answer has been 'No' for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know t
Zhang Jingna, Photographer:icontechgnotic:Zhang Jingna, Photographer4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Zhang Jingna (aka `zemotion) is an internationally renowned photographer and one of deviantART's most popular deviants. She's produced fashion editorials for magazines such as Harper's Bazaar, Elle, and L'Officiel, and her amazingly beautiful photography deviations rank as some of the most viewed pieces on deviantART. We recently caught up with `zemotion and asked what advice she'd offer fellow deviants and young artists.
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Freebies and Resources II...and discountsHey guys! I've found even more great free stuff for art making! Everytime I come across anything pertaining to us starving artists that's free, I'll be diligent to share it! It's important to always keep a bank of info to pull ideas from around you and these definitely shall help with that! Also, I realized that many of the things in the last edition were geared towards digital artists, so I've found some awesome discounts for you traditional artists as well! Hang on to your hats, here comes awesome!Freebies and Resources II...and discounts4 years ago in Art Features More Like This
Everything Listed Here Is Totally Free
Free 2D animation software @ Creatoon: http://www.creatoon.com/ This software was recently made available for free download! If you can't get into flash, this will do the trick!
Free hand-drawn animation software @ Pencil: http://www.pencil-animation.org/ All of us love the look of traditional animations right? Well with this software you can make them yourself!
Moar Free Art Instruction
OMGICANHAZFAVEJOURNAL!? + NEW FOOTERTHIS IS A JOURNAL DEVIATION (Journalvation) - I Nicknamed it first!OMGICANHAZFAVEJOURNAL!? + NEW FOOTER4 years ago in Personal More Like This
This is a NEWS DEVIATION (Newsvation) - Nicknamed First again
(Note to fave it, please click "Add To Favourites" This is a new system just announced by devBUG)
Alright, so some actual details:
This is a devBUG project. Open to Beta Testers. You're a beta Tester if you have a = before your name.
So to fill you in on the updates, I suggest taking a look at devBUG's journal but I will also explain some of the features.
1. In the bottom left of dA's Front page, you now have Community News. It appears to still count faves, but the icon appears to mean that it will eventually count comments! (Scratch that, counts faves)
2. Next to it, you can now scroll through polls!
3. Journals are now submitted as deviations, and can be +faved! (DO IT TO THIS ONE )
4. These show up in yo
Poe's Death List:icontechgnotic:Poe's Death List4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Foreword by techgnotic
Fri Oct 21, 2011, 8:23 PM
As Halloween approaches, what better way to celebrate the season when the spectral
boundaries of the Kingdom of the Spirits of the Dead touch briefly with the mystical
edges of the Domain of We the Living than to invoke the battered and hellishly bedeviled
soul of Edgar Allan Poe to guide us in communication between (his) ghostly and (our)
ghastly planes of existence.
Poe invented the “detective” story and was an early father of “sci-fi”, and he was also an
extraordinary poet, but he is best known for his Gothic tales of mystery and abject horror –
nearly all of them anchored in the apprehension of an impending cruel and unnatural death.
Edgar Allan Poe by Dr-Horrible
Poe had an inventive genius like no other in his
Freebies and Resources!Hi everyone! Everytime I come across anything pertaining to us starving artists that's free, I'll be diligent to share it! It's important to always keep a bank of info to pull ideas from around you and these definitely shall help with that!Freebies and Resources!4 years ago in Art Features More Like This
Everything listed here is totally free
Free Vectors @ Vecteezy: http://www.vecteezy.com/ If you do any kind of logotype work with vectors this site will really come in handy. It's a pretty large database, so there's something for everyone!
Free Fonts @ dafont: http://www.dafont.com/ I'm always looking for really cool fonts to use in my artwork, and if you are too, they've got a really cool selection at dafont! If you're into typography it should be a really helpful resource!
Free Art Software @ freeartsoftware:http://freeartsoftware.com/2d-application-software.htm OOOOH BABY! It's really tempting to download everything on that site! If you're having a hard time finding the right software to work
I hope you knowNo one had ever taken the timeI hope you know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to notice every little nuance
that defines my heart
You arrest my thoughts
because you challenge them all
and I may not know how to tell you,
I hope you understand
I hope you already know
what a blessing you are
and how I need you so
Steve Jobs - Community Contest & Tribute:icontechgnotic:Steve Jobs - Community Contest & Tribute4 years ago in Personal More Like This
A number of media outlets are closely monitoring the artistic response by our community to the death of Steve Jobs.
For me, Steve Jobs is an icon. The John Lennon of our time. And while his wife and children, as well as Apple and Pixar, are the landmarks of his life, Steve Jobs encapsulates the core values that have inspired a generation, separate from the images put forth by his companies.
It is his iconography that we as a community should come together and try our hands at capturing. No small feat, but it is precisely what I'd like to see us do. The iconography of Steve Jobs himself. Apple and Pixar and those types of images aside, Steve Jobs transcends these accomplishments through the meaning of his life's work, his vision, and the inspiration that he will continue to be to us all.
Iconography is the branch of art history which studies the identification, description, and the int
i stayed home mondayi stayed home monday because i wanted to cry and write broken poetry of how my ribs are no fortress composed of marrow but shards of memories cross-stitched to spine.i stayed home monday5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i decided sometime by mid-morning all i wanted was for you to encircle me and whisper gentle words across my shoulder that would dip around my lower-back and find home in my chest.
i envisioned cardiac surgeons tangling their hands in my thoracic cavity and struggling to find my heart, but only coming back to an empty waiting room with scattered slips of paper detailing a midnight heist.
as i mouthed words scratched into a bathroom stall, i hoped each consonant would tumble from my mouth and emit cheap florescence that would guide me to starlight where you once danced along a chemical wasteland in the stratosphere.
there was a swimming pool in my wastebasket when i was finished with my theatrics, and i checked out of that shoddy motel on fifth avenue in a canoe made out of cardboard boxes that formerly held my plasticine
the Chandler's Around the WayThe hose slipped out again. Chan cursed, and shoved it back into the incision he'd made, adjusted his mask, and bent over the pump. He yanked the cord, and the pump started to life with a cough of biodiesel. It bounced on the sand as it grumbled away. Chan kept one hand on it and held the hose in place with the other.the Chandler's Around the Way3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If fucking Fathers would spend the bone on a new one, I wouldn't be all night at this, Chan grumbled. He ached for a smoke, but didn't have the hands to spare. Plenty of hands here, he thought as he glanced at the riverbank. Some of them even had a pulse.
"Hey," he said to whoever was closest.
It was a sunbather. A walker who drew enough bone to slot time on the beach without having to fight for it. She had each arm draped around a man, both of them tattooed in the same place with the same sigil. Chan was jealous. Someday he'd have his own numbers, but they'd be women. All of them. He was old-fashioned like that.
The walker answered without raising her sungl
Revel In Your MiseryLife has you crying in your bedRevel In Your Misery5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything has gone wrong
All your mistakes dance in your head
False hope strings you along
You're breaking down as you get up
Fresh wounds hurt like your pride
You think of poisoning the cup
Feelings well up inside
Just revel in your misery
Let scars heal on their own
When you're torn up you just can't see
In pain you're not alone
Throughout the day we all get hurt
Damage varies in size
Unforeseen pains we can't avert
Deep down everyone cries
Beneath the surface you know this
Its why you push on through
You will escape the black abyss
Faint sunshine warmth is true
Although you understand these things
Getting up may take time
A gentle comfort dwelling brings
Feeling this is no crime
The Dream of YouWhat do I doThe Dream of You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I no longer know
what you see when you look at me,
is there something lost
far away behind your eyes,
have I become miniscule?
Where do I go
when I can no longer
bear to write beautiful sonnets for you
because each thought of love
is born with a measure of pain?
What is there left
when I walk around the edge
and feel my balance start to waver
yet I do not know if I will fall into you
or on the other side of the abyss?
How can I live
when my world stops making sense
as I start to feel you crumble from
beneath my fingertips
this ground I walk becoming
Is there enough
to hold this together
or am I starting to wake
from the dream of you?
My LifeI went down to the park todayMy Life5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Looked around, and wanted to play
Decided the swings were more my style
So I sat and swung a while
Thought of life, what I do
Took a bit and thought of you
And realized that for all the bad
With all the people happy and mad
That this life is mine
And it's up to me to make it shine
And even though it can make me sad
This life is mine, and I am glad
For I realized how blessed am I
To be given chance to laugh and cry
To be able to feel ecstasy and pain
To be both stable and insane
This life is mine, for better or worse
Even though sometimes I feel under a curse
It's my life to keep and give
It's my life to love and live
This I learned as i sat on my bum
Swinging back and forth like a pendulum
The Mannequin and the PuppetRoof tiles the colour of an autumn sunset. Awnings remarking every shade of the rainbow obscure wide, stone-paved streets that could lead to anywhere. A river of people flow dangerously fast, spilling over into alleyways and buildings where shady deals are struck and the sins of men are manufactured beyond number in a feeble attempt to satiate the appetites of a hungry horde of buyers, sellers and those cunning enough to own them both.The Mannequin and the Puppet4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lower level contains the uncountable desires of a dying race at prices that are either too dear, or too poor - but never fair. Fairness is the moth-eaten cloak of Death: where all may reach the same finish line, regardless of what race they ran. The upper level is the habitation of creatures that haunt the day, as they await the enchantment of the night.
A wooden crate sits against a wall, out of the way of the world, yet within it. No one sees the boy who sits atop it, nor does he see them. His rags are still slightly damp from last nights rain and
Digging my grave againI know there is sorrow and violence within my soul.Digging my grave again5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And deep in the arms of my sins,
I cry within the darkness I have created all on my own.
Tilling my own grave once more.
Feeling my arms ache with exertion.
Needing to breath and be set free.
Over and over again I cry.
Thoughts overwhelming me.
Depression killing me.
Life fuels the fire that feeds my soul.
And nothing fits together.
Confusion within my darkened void.
Hurt in my veins. It keeps pulsing.
Poisoning me, breaths in my chest get harsher.
But Life keeps filling my soul.
but my heart feels hurt.
And its hard to feel strength inside anymore.
Let silence reign on.
When my hurt cant take anymore pain.
And so I keep tilling my grave.
So I can bury myself under again.
My Sweeti saw you in my dreams, you see.My Sweet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you looked me in the eyes. you said:
lightning will strike, mountains will shake. the sky will cry salty tears of grief and never stop.
the earth will buck beneath you. buildings will collapse and fires will burn.
don't you know the world will end?
i saw you in my dreams, you see.
i looked you in the eyes. i said:
it matters not.
for my world ceased the instant the light left your eyes.
The world is mineTo be, or not to beThe world is mine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is unknowingly being -
Whether isolated or around others
Your heart's beating -
Surrounded, yet the feeling of being alone.
In a world where no one cares
where we are backstabbing one another;
talking against each other.
The Dragon King introPremise: A civilization of half-human/half-animal beings known as the weres or the were-folk is fighting a war against their human neighbors. The weres are ruled by the Dragon King, a powerful human/dragon hybrid.The Dragon King intro4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
History of the were-folk:
The true origin of the weres has been lost to time. Only the Dragon King knows the truth.
Countless centuries ago, longer than any memory or recorded history, the were-folk were once a tribe of human nomads. They lived a hand-to-mouth existence, foraging off the land or begging from city-dwelling humans. The nomads were scorned by the city-dwellers who thought them all thieves and vagrants. After being driven out of yet another city, the nomads were forced to flee into the Great Forest. Most humans avoided the forest, believing it to be haunted and full of evil magic, and so they did not pursue the nomads.
The nomads travelled deep into the forest and settled in a small clearing. The forest was plentiful and it protected them from the city-dwe