:: Simply Poetic | Second Entry ::Come forth, all with senses.
See the magnificence of his comeuppance;
Hear the voice of merciless preaching;
Smell the incense of glory be to the Highest;
Feel the trembling of fear that oppose him;
Taste the bitter sweetness of those who shall fall;
Come forth and believe in my brother
Just as the Lord believes in him.
:: More Than You'll Ever Know ::Does it make you proud:: More Than You'll Ever Know ::1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you're the cause of someone's tears?
Does it bring you joy
Every time you insult the innocent?
Do you know what you do
When you speak with your vicious tongue?
Do you realize what happens
Every time you laugh at another's sorrow?
You see a woman with male friends
And you accuse her of craving sexual attention.
You notice a boy wearing glasses
And you tease him with the name "four-eyes."
There's a group of peace lovers;
You proclaim they're annoying hipsters.
The teenage boys who love each other;
You tear them asunder by calling them abominations.
Do you find pleasure
In being the source of a poor soul's agony?
Do you even think
Of what the consequences could be?
Does it satisfy you
To make someone feel inferior to you?
Does it quench your thirst
Whenever you rule over the oppressed?
If a young man loves writing poetry,
Immediately you dismiss him as a lonely loser.
:: Every Time... ::Ah, here you are...:: Every Time... ::10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You've come with an almost
that dress suits you.
Whenever you're around,
the grass is greener and
the leaves are pristine.
Flowers embrace your glow,
blooming freely with love.
Your light-hearted kisses are
strong enough to melt
the coldest hearts, yet
gentle enough for reminiscing.
Fluttering wings caress
the most silent winds.
The waters shimmer from
your shining radiance and
every drop and splash
becomes wonderfully pleasant.
Even when there's darkness,
the plethora of stars
illuminate your beauty.
The sun and the moon
cherish you almost as much
as I do.
If only you didn't
meet autumn every year.
Rose Scented Ashes III - SchoolFast forward a few years...Rose Scented Ashes III - School1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daniel was now about four, five years old, and getting ready for his first day of school, of Kindergarten. His mother had recently suffered another bout of infuriation toward Valance, who had made one remark about "What happens if the other children find out Daniel's partly plant?" Apparently, she had assumed he meant to reveal it to the other kids, and instantly snapped, chucking a vase at his head, and - thankfully - missing.
Suppose she really didn't want me to have any part in his life, Valance thought as he leaned back in the chair at his desk, reading by the sunlight, slate-violet eyes not really seeing the words on the page in front of him. Not beyond giving him a name - which she has probably already claimed as something she thought of anyway. No, not probably, he already knew as much from the whisperings he tuned in on.
As he listened to the tumult outside of his door, of the babysitter attempting to get the rowdy young c
:: Dear Pretenders ::Dear pretenders,:: Dear Pretenders ::1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your illusions cannot trick me.
There's no facade you can use
That will ever deceive me again.
Quit playing games;
Your world of fantasy
Was killed by reality.
You can't fool me anymore.
I'm too smart, too cool,
And too awesome for you.
All of your humorous lies
Have burned to ash and died.
Your lives are far behind me.
There will be no more
Regret, or sorrow.
I'm done with you.
RE2 :: Never Say Goodbye (Aeon)Mysteriously,RE2 :: Never Say Goodbye (Aeon)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's apathetic and enigmatic.
shall be ensnared in the coldest ice.
Her sweetest smile
the weak and foolish.
To admire her
...will summon the Reaper.
a hero emerges
and catches the ice queen by surprise!
When their eyes meet, an unexpected
their very lives.
The hero, handsome and dashing as he is,
asks her for her name.
She delivers it to him; oh, how
mellifluous it is...
on the surface of deception.
Every time she parts ways from him,
he always runs after her,
too stubborn for separation.
He willingly takes a piercing bullet
just for her...
The moment she touches him
their relationship is no longer
that of a dalliance.
Whenever they say "goodbye",
it actually means
"see you later..."
:: The Certainty of Grudges ::Tell me.:: The Certainty of Grudges ::1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why should anyone hold a grudge?
Is it worth the aggression?
Is it worth the pain?
Is it worth the spitefulness?
Is it worth the time?
What good does it do?
To always be angry?
To always bear hatred?
To always be upset?
To always bear ill will?
If a person holds a grudge?
Why can't they be honest?
Why can't they forgive?
Why can't they let go?
Why can't they move on?
If the other keeps going with their life?
Do they not deserve peace?
Do they not deserve serenity?
Do they not deserve tranquility?
Do they not deserve respect?
Because I am certain
That the only thing
Holding a grudge does...
...Is simply bring the bearer eternal sorrow.
SlowSo little left to hold on toSlow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm falling deep
But it's calming
And my heart beats slow
I feel my eyes slide shut
And my vision goes black
My senses fade
And I become empty
:: No More Pause Button ::I refuse to stop for anyone.:: No More Pause Button ::1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
Literary Compass - Vol. 13WelcomeLiterary Compass - Vol. 1311 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
If one is looking for Literature, you don't need to go far on deviantART. There is a large community of writers and a plethora of work to peruse. Featuring genres such as fantasy, mystery, horror, and romance, one would be hard-pressed to find an area not covered. However, due to the nature of the site, shorter works tend to get more focus. It's easier to quickly read a poem or a short story, and thus many of the feature articles on dA showcase those works. However, there are many novelists and serial writers among the mix, oftentimes fighting an uphill battle to have their works seen and appreciated.
With that in mind, I have started an article to spotlight some of those artists and their literary-worlds. The works covered in this feature will exclusively be long-form fiction such as novels, trilogies, etc., or fiction serials.
Current Stop - 1866 London
The next stop on our Literary journey is the Victorian-era London and featured in the nove