Best of April 2013Here are some of the best pictures I found in April, 2013. They do not appear in my Square-features, that's why I do a monthly feature for all those great artists on deviantART who submitted no-square pictures. Enjoy!
eagle by michaelrumiz
The luminous landscape pt.12. by realityDreamSleepwalking by AndrisBarbans
Eiffel Tower, Study 7 by kapanaga
Winter's Goodbye by MarcoHeisler
Scene Two ~ Bewildered by tvurk
Leaf-cutting Bee - Megachile sp. by ColinHuttonPhoto
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.
Dreaming of YouEvery night I dream of youDreaming of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing upon a star
that you were here for real
Every night I lay in bed
a dream so wonderful
cause you are in it
I dream of being with you
to grow old together
a day never apart
only you are in my thoughts
A feeling so wonderful
it is in my heart
the love that grows
stronger each day
Every night I think of you
our love is for real
you are always here
I dream of happiness
being with you all the time
a dream so magical
that everything seem so real
you are here with me
keeping me safe
throughout the night
After all it is just a dream
but I promise you
that one day it will be real
So for now I will just dream
of seeing you in sight
cause some day it will happen
that you will be in my arms
Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.Unloved Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.
A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.
Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.
Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.
And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.
The WallI thought I meant something to youThe Wall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once, I watched for you out a window.
Once, I watched for you through a computer screen.
Once, I watched for you from beyond a door.
You meant something to me
I thought we had something
Once, I waited for you behind a window.
Once, I waited for you behind a computer screen.
Once, I waited for you behind a door.
You were everything to me
I thought it would go on forever
Once, I wondered if I would always watch for you out the window.
Once, I wondered if I would always watch for you through a computer screen.
Once, I wondered if I would always watch for you from beyond a door.
You were forever in those moments
Now I just think
Did you watch for me from behind the window?
Did you watch for me from behind a computer screen?
Did you watch for me from behind a door?
I don’t think so
Is it any wonder
That I stopped waiting out of windows
That I stopped waiting through computer screens
That I stopped waiting beyond doors
Why would I bother
Not just thos
honesty (never got me anywhere)1.honesty (never got me anywhere)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let's have a talk,
about something sickly sweet and mournfully
i wait for no one
in a bathroom where people keep knock-
ing on the door, asking how long i'll be in there.
i answer with a stumbling voice.
not long. but i sit, slumped-shouldered,
naked and cold, on the rim of the bathtub,
my feet press into the floor, toes curled up like
i can't move to clean up this horror story.
let someone find me,
i am too
tired (they never do, anymore.)
i can no longer fold my arms
without feeling like there is an intrusive
pillow of air between them and my torso.
i am made entirely of empty spaces.
not many people ask.
they'd rather avoid eye contact,
swallow suspect thoughts.
they used to
most got sick of
the blatantly obvious lies
and the rest
The Sting of Memories Haunted, RelivedThe cold-telling heartThe Sting of Memories Haunted, Relived2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That silently beats in the dark,
Darkness reading pages five and six,
But feeling lost in the City of Dis.
Tis but a fool's game
To seek the beautiful dame,
Forever in the shadows of thy heart
The compass that guides shattered by a sallying dart.
It is nothing to thee,
For she to be with he,
He bearing the shadow of me,
Loneliness it seems is the fate to be.
The heart loves,
It offers loyalty to the white dove,
It offers to hold the tears in its hand
And not let them seep forgotten into the sand.
Be the cycle of the Libra or Aries,
The one seeks you out in the sun or solar prairies;
Dreams of a solar sway
Do I dream whilst in my bed I lay.
Night after night
Do my dreams and fantasies take flight,
Only to return sheltered and shadowed
When the sun returns to its mark most hallowed.
Warum träume ich?
Blind LoveYou are hopelessly in Love,Blind Love3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With all that is Love,
But does Love ever see you?
Ghostfog wraps aroundGhost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she wanders
like a lost child
he had once told her,
to be fooled by your emptiness
there is so much
more room for
but he had ripped
out her heart,
and now she is struggling to survive
in this world, alone –
but there is a difference between
surviving and living,
and without august, oh darling august,
she has simply existed –
she is a ghost of who she was.
There are daysThere are days when I breathe outThere are days2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I don't breathe back in
Days when patience is running thin
Sick with guilt and selfish
Acting out pure butchery
on pale now marked skin
Sit and stare and watch
Giving is forgiveness
And move on
The Conception Of Love1The Conception Of Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too versatile, that little word "love": verb, gerund, abstract noun.
I love chocolate, I love sleeping late,
I love life, deity, country, mother, spouse, daughter, friend, companion
I love nature, I love solitude, I love the society of others who love me.
I love love!
Does the infant love? The infant desires, demands, depends. The infant discovers loss.
The infant is hungry. Its desires, its demands, are for nourishment, for gratification.
Its demands, its frustrations are focussed on the provider, the significant other.
Is there any occasion for philosophical consideration here?
Can analysis prick the bubble of conflation, can this solitary syllable
be relieved of its burden of multiple meanings?
Often, when we speak of love, we intend to reference a primary bond.
In its first manifestation it can make the moment of conception possible, though this moment is still possible in the absence of bonding.
If the bonding is strong enough, then the true climax lies beyond the physi
Smashed and WreckedI'm smashed and wreckedSmashed and Wrecked2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm broken down
I somehow found
I can not pass
I'm falling through
Will falling last
Longer than you
You left my side
Before your time
Before your years
I made it far
Not far enough
Like every star
I'm burning up
And I'll be gone
Gone just like you
Where brightness shone
And greatness flew
Dying For Another LineSeems your dying for another "line"Dying For Another Line3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in every sense of the word.
Ironic after all you've taken
you have nothing left.
Is this what your life has become,
a race to the death?
Crawling to the top,
then falling to the bottom.
You never get tired of it
and that's the problem.
Do you care what you've done to your own family?
Not just us, but her she's still so young
DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE?
YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HER!
DO YOU REMEMBER WHERE YOU'RE FROM?
YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HER!
DO YOU CARE YOUR DAUGHTER'S GONE?
A race to the death,
crawling to the top,
then falling to the bottom.
You never get tired of it
and that's the problem.
At Night, I CryAt Night, I CryAt Night, I Cry2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
At night, I cry because I can’t stop thinking about the old me
When no one’s around, I weep warm tears that slide down my cheeks slowly
And it’s odd, I feel so unsatisfied but I refuse to use the word “unhappy”
I think back to the times where I would just laugh with my little friends, gleefully
Now that I’m older, I feel myself constantly over-thinking
Just constantly thinking of bad habits and fears
Maybe it’s something I did; maybe I’m the bad seed
Maybe I do deserve this horrible treatment by my peers
Or maybe I’m just doing what I do best, over-think
I do it everyday, think to the point where it sickens me
Now I’m physically sick from staring at this laptop screen, constantly
‘Cause now it seems it’s all I have left
Everyone knows what I crave but I can’t seem to do anything about it
And I can’t share my innermost thoughts with them, in-depth
Because my mom will
Catch PhrasesI hate to take you down a notch,Catch Phrases3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but darling, when it comes to matters of the heart,
you are no sweet genius.
Nobody Cares"Nobody cares"Nobody Cares6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The white spray paint
In stark contrast
With the green door
On which it resides.
A spiteful response
To the engravings
Of "I was here"
And "So was Sam"
This door I stand by
And read the statement
5 times and each time
It reads differently
-That you were here
-That Sam was too
-That you stand here
-That you read this
-That I am Nobody
Crumpled upWhen you open me up,Crumpled up2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
un-crumpling folded pages
I am with you
In spirit and in love.
Now give me your most dearest and warmest of hugs.
Think that of me your personal angel; let your wings soar.
Radiating from your pocket, happiness that you may adorn
Todays' hardship are gone, i'll chase them away.
Your personal wizard, your very kind sage
Every false hope I'll try to mend, like my pages that you bend
Now crumple me back up, until you need me again
The pack I followHowling wolves of the nightThe pack I follow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
speaking of wisdom and of might
take me home and out of this dark
lead the way with righteous barks
take me home and out of this place
I'll follow your lead at a steady pace
I'll follow your paw prints through the snow
and know that you're with me wherever I go
Wolf pack, wolf pack where have you gone
I listen closely for your guiding song
I watch for your tracks in the deep cold snow
to show me they signs, which way I should go
I know in my heart you wont lead me astray
and you will meet me there on that glorious day
where the clouds will part and the sun will shine
and we'll be together at the end of the line
LongingThese things I feelLonging2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I don't know if they should be revealed
this constand pressure
of wanting you to have better
I dont know what to do
about this love I feel for you
you make things feel right
even though admitting it to myself brings fright
i just cant bear to know
what will happen if I let my feelings show
I just want you to know there true
and that I can't stop thinking about you
Your eyes are so green
and the most beautiful I have ever seen
your face is so sweet
when I look at you it makes my heart fleet
and your lips
remind my of how much of my heart is in your grip
you just mean so much to me
and i'm afraid that we arn't able to be
you dont know what you want
and it starts to make my heart daunt
just make sure you never
forget that you are in my heart forever
Your Guide to the World Around YouHello, Reader! This is your guide to the world as it is in "Magik at Midnight" and future stories. For starters, let's begin with the various kinds of folk that can be found there.Your Guide to the World Around You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The SlutThe slut, the slutThe Slut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying on the floor
She'll do as you wish
Maybe even more
Her daddy must be proud
Her mother can't be weeping
She does as he wishes
At night, she's never sleeping
The floor creaks beneath him
Her hands are tightly bound
There, in that secret place
Is where the screaming can be found
He grunts and moans
She cries and whimpers
Her exposed skin
Is as cold as winter
The slut, the slut
Dying on the floor
Her eyes are dim
As she asks for more
sometimes i forget how to breatheAn overwhelming need to shut myselfsometimes i forget how to breathe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
underwater and drink in my inevitable
death. Crawl out to shore and gasp
out apologies while tending to cut knees,
but leave the internal damage. Find something
to tether me to the ground, clutch it
between pruned and shaking hands.
Water drips off my nose, down my arms,
plinks into the puddle in my lungs.
I am drowning on dry land, choking
on the irresistible thought of you.
The TomboyYour knees are skinned upThe Tomboy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your hair is cut short,
Naked, abused Barbies lay scattered.
Oh, how you seized the day.
Little girl with an Army hat on
It belongs to your daddy
Who you adore and go visit every other weekend.
He is teaching you how to shoot today,
And you think that is the best.
You are always the one scratching in
The lace dress your mom
Makes you wear every Sunday.
You don't care if you match or
If your hair is combed or a shoe is untied.
Little Tomboy jamming the aluminum can
In your bike to hear it roar
And racing the boys all the way home.
One day you will grow up to be a lady
They all say, and you deny every word.
Your mom is a lady, pretty and giddy,
with a handsome boyfriend, too.
Dont you want to be like her?
Ladies get the chair pushed out for them
In the nice restaurants and
Get the chair shoved into them at home.
Thats just not your thing.
You're Beautiful.Hey you.You're Beautiful.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You may not think so.. Many people don't, but what makes you special is that you're you, and you better not let anyone change you. Ever. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. You might express yourself completely different than others or you might appear ordinary butbut your personality will definitely stand out.. If you let yourself stand out(: accept who you are, and you'll feel better about yourself. That's hard to do? Well, everyone's been there at some point in their lives but go. Yes, get up and go. Go find a mirror. Look into it. I'm serious. Spend a few minutes.. Look at your eyes(: what do you like about them? The color.. The shape? Your long, amazing eyelashes? There has to be something you like! Now, look at the rest of your body. Does society judge you for your exterior? If so, I have three magical words that I want you to say anytime someone gets you down.. Or when you're feeling self conscious and unhappy about yourself.