Mollusca1.Mollusca9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find whatever it is that is your treasure.
Bury it alive.
I wrestled the guardian angel for my birthstone,
just a pearl like some full moon risen from a mollusk's growing pain.
I counted the sheets of nacre like birthday candles,
peeled away each one until I at last remembered
that what I treasure is an infection.
It was a gentle kind of wrestling,
not Biblical, not even assertive,
more like the way two sprite wolf cubs play,
a light lunge, a jovial snarl,
a fight over nothing in particular.
The guardian angel renounced itself
as a guardian angel, said
I am a siren.
I lie in the tunnels of nautilus shells
and sing until I collapse with the echoes.
Then it hurts, like a shard of the wrong song
embedded in my skin.
It never healed the ache of adolescence,
just buried it under a fall wound's nacre.
Said one day, it'd show up in my smile.
On the day of the dewinging:
bury me alive.
I want to see what I can agitate the earth into.
Deaths Diary (Entry 9)Deaths Diary (Entry 9)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I respect a fighter.
I've been in every war that mankind has ever waged, and there is something about a soldier that always makes me admire their tenacity and drive. What is it about this occupation? From a standard view point, it looks like nothing more than a bunch of men with guns trying to kill each other and make my job a nightmare. Yet, that's not what I see at all.
I don't just see barbarians in the middle of a field, ravaging each other like animals trying to destroy everything. I see men with passion in their hearts and fighting spirits. Men who will risk their lives for something that they hold dear and something that they love. Men who come rushing across the battlefields, roaring, bleeding, and even crying as they defend that one thing that they fight for. Sometimes, it's not even a country that they are fighting for, but it's something more personal. In the end though, I must admit that they aren't running at enemies of any kind but at me.
I recall many war
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.Shall I Bring You Despair?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
I Am Not IgnorantI Am Not Ignorant:I Am Not Ignorant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
DUMB STUPID UNINTELLIGENT
Do not call me those names,
I am not what you think,
I am not dumb, nor stupid, despite what I may seem,
I say silly things, I do wacky stuff,
But I am not ignorant;
Although I haven't told you yet, it must be said,
Get off my back and get out of my head!!!
I know that you're pleasantly joking, and do not know it hurts,
But this has to stop, for now and for good;
I know about the world, what goes on in our lives,
The wars, the tragedies, the earth coming towards its demise,
Sorry Is StupidSorry Is Stupid2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sorry is stupid.
It came too late.
Now he is stuck with his predestined fate.
Trapped in a suit of black.
Blue lightsaber and wife alack.
Life in a cold and desolate place.
Lord Darth Vader has made his nest.
Eating Away Insideif you've received this,Eating Away Inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is my journal.
The key to my secrets.
1st March, 2012,
"You keep this,
Secret. Or else."
I said yes.
3rd March, 2012,
What I saw, the gun,
The death threat.
13th March, 2012,
I can't contain it,
But I can't tell.
20th April, 2012,
I need to tell.
I'll write it down.
I witnessed a murder.
Of my father.
Who was quite,
The man with the gun,
Swore me to silence.
The trail's gone cold,
And I can't speak.
Or I will die.
I'm still 8.
If you find this,
Give the cops,
I hope I'm alive.
Please tell the cops.
Who killed my father.
His name was,
I have some photos.
Give the police everything.
deardreams were cheapdear5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we were young
we could crumple them up
like miswritten love notes
and throw them out
to start again
lazily plucking new ones
from the rose-colored
fields of our insouciance
but now the days shorten
roads once open are walled shut
our feet turn in aimless circles
dreams become dear
as one by one
they die beneath
realitys heavy boots
and none rise up to
hemorrhagesince loving you,hemorrhage5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they touch me
cut me so
just as your
SupernovaShe only ever wanted a real reason to scream, collecting her tears in jars and hiding them behind Poe and Hemingway; she secretly hoped for an ocean to call her own. She would name it after an aged bird spirit, pain manifested in many a Gods imagebelieving our vast universe formed by the callused hands of artists.Supernova2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"They must have a sick, twisted sense of humor." she said, eyes on the moon.
And I asked her "Who?" curious, because I'd yet to figure her out.
"The Gods; they give dead stars the prettiest of names."
divulgefor the last time idivulge3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
am saying, get me the hell
away from myself
Cigarette BurnsI dream in static romances,Cigarette Burns2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where time stands [ still, ]
and clocks no longer
to the sound of h e a r t b e a t s
and old school radio tunes.
The incense of my soul
smell like cherry blossoms,
and what should be
big city summers:
A place where I can wear these
[ hieroglyphics ]
On my flesh like a fashion statement
[ And not be just
covered in ash. ]
Haunted ManHaunted Man2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Look into your eyes,
See the death inside rise.
With his life burnt cinders.
Life on hold now.
She left he in burning misery.
Left him to rot in hell,
To be the monster
He wanted to be,
Became the monster,
After being consumed by the dark.
Listen to yourself.
Keeping you alive.
Trapped in a body not given by nature,
Given by her,
Your love. Your destroyer.
evaporatehe doesnt needevaporate5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but would not
hurt me by
so I will clear
a path for him
not to care
until he forgets
to miss me
strangeryou were a moment of kindnessstranger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in an unkind world
a patch of clean blue water
in a tired desert
a warm night in the
depth of winter
you are a question to which
I would learn the answer
if I could but
keenthe words hidekeen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trembling behind my teeth
like sparrows seeking
refuge in a storm
a flock of fear
I bite back,
for once flown,
they won't be
through frantic fingers
to escape as
dying in the
chill air of morning
which have learned
run.run.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once, we were a
clean, bright dream
of new paint and
on a run into tomorrow
when the world
seemed as new
as we were
we laughed and
loved and put
the top down
in the rain
but we ran
too far, too fast,
losing each other at
a blind curve
now alone, we succumb,
a rusting hulk
in a forgotten field
as the road runs on
cauterizedcutting you fromcauterized5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is like
laying my hands
coals until my fingers
but I can do
this if it's the
to let you
Freaky Fred's PoemHello new friend, my name is FredFreaky Fred's Poem3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.
The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear aunt Muriel,
and just how I've been... naughty.
Voila the farm. My aunt lives here,
with precious pup, and husband dear.
My heart beats fast as I drew near,
I feel so nice... and naughty.
I thought just how excited they,
must be that I would come today,
they'd shout "come Fred! huzzah! hooray!
Dear boy you look so... naughty."
That's when my tired eyes beheld,
a doggy dog, like dog, he smelled,
D-O-G, is what he spelled,
and that's how I spell... naughty.
Alone was I, with tender Courage,
and all his fur, his furry furrage,
which, I say, did encourage,
me, to be... quite naughty.
Courage... your hair...
it reminds me of the first time I knew just how,
I felt, about hair.
It was a day, I'd not forget,
the day that I first met my pet,
oh what a lovely gift to get,
I'd never felt so..
meant to bewhen I went outmeant to be5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to find my fate
I never expected
to be yours
bountyclouds feather graybounty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across a sullen sky
like weighted birds
tossed aloft with
clipped wings, sinking
fast into the horizon
they dissolve into
the thunder of a
the earth softens
deep wellsprings fill
rain slides into mist
echoing dimly in
our memory of
days when people