UnrequitedThere is a congregation of stars in this sky,Unrequited9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if the dew fell up this morning and stuck,
caught in the filaments of a web woven
by a moon too round and white,
too distantly delicate.
Down in the wet green by your white skin,
your still-life arms wrap me in a cold embrace.
Your fingertips are daggers, cutting up
my insides, my insides twisted up in you.
I shudder and bleed little loves.
I swallow you up and pretend that you dissolve,
wishing you didn't writhe inside my chest
like an angry child's tantrum. The taste
of sweat on my tongue turns my stomach;
I suffer through it for the chance to be near you.
You're whispering something to me,
but I don't want to listen. Those words
you didn't say are licking at my ears
like serpent's tongues, singing sweet
lies to me in someone else's voice.
Simple Six words I love you,Simple Six words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet you're gone...
Love is What I Life ForLove is What I Life For4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
We dwell on the past, while living the present
But I admit, the past was unpleasant
Full of ups and downs, less pleasure more pain
We wished for the sun, but only got rain
We both made mistakes, put pain in our hearts
But here we are again, promising to never part
Counting our blessings and letting go of the past
Starting all over and making it last
Feelings and memories flow deep in my mind
Of those days our love was genuine and kind
Holding you close, feeling your skin
You look into my eyes and make my head spin
Those feelings are back, but stronger than ever
I know you're the one I wanna hold on to forever
We both smile again, nothing's better than this
Kissing you again was like our second first kiss.
GraffitiI am graffiti on a wallGraffiti8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people admired me
They said I was a work of art
I was a colorful design
making a statement in this world
I hold a hidden message
Only the artist understands
Graffiti is an art
But some people cant see it
They think it is a mess
So they critisize me
Point out that I'm a disgrace
And with out taking one second
To try to understand
They painted over me
In black and white
With what they think I should be
Letter Of RecommendationBefore you walk out, hear me out--Letter Of Recommendation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Girl, there is no doubt
you're going long routes;
just recollect this future reference:
Hold up; hold it down--
Sugar rush in high heels
is not the only way out;
not what it's all about.
Let things run their course--
Walk in other people's shoes;
Take a stand, corrected.
Now, turn around--
Display every angle of this attire;
it suits you rather well.
Take a seat for this--
I could break it to you easy, but;
bliss is ignorance.
& whether life's weather foreshadows a breeze--
you're gonna fall hard, swept off your feet
to weak knees. It's not over; it's over
Before you dive in, test the waters--
Girl, he's still your Father,
you're gonna go farther;
just forget those past recollections.
Deep feelingsI always help othersDeep feelings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I help them to find the way
But it took long enough for me to realize
That I also need help
Always pretending to be strong
Hiding behind a smile
But, Im afraid to tell others how I really feel
It is me that is really feeling this?
Or its just another idea to write down in a paper?
I want to cry
No one notices
Im tired of pretending
To be strong
To hide behind a smile
Im ashamed to admit that the little confused one its me
This child full of tears and fear
Im confused, though I dont seem like it
Im tired of pretending that everything is alright
I feel that I dont know You well enough
And even then I dare to say Im a Christian
Its like the things of this world
Are taking away my time
It shouldnt be like that
You, Jesus, should be the only one to take away my time
I hope that its not to late to say it
I need you God
I need you
Angelo Sotira, InterviewedAngelo Sotira, Interviewed10 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A brief history of deviantART
Angelo Sotira helped pioneer deviantART after the internet's "boom days" with Scott Jarkoff and Matt Stephens. Scott ensured that deviantART functioned code-wise and community-wise, Matt focused on making sure that the world knew about what promise deviantART offered to aspiring artists, and Angelo covered the legal and some techinical bases, including directing the business concerns of deviantART as a company.
As with any venture, there were the "usual" hiccups, though it's debatable whether anything about deviantART or how it came about can be considered "usual". The founders and the site weathered the storms that hit, and because of the initial and continued dedication of Scott and Angelo, along with the rest of the core developers and volunteer staff, deviantART continues to function, evolving continually to meet the demands of artists, exponential increases in deviations (and consequently necessary space) and operating costs, along with dozens
Last Night's NightmareIt has been a whileLast Night's Nightmare10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since I've seen Him,
since I have been with Him,
So long that it gave me nightmares.
I lay in bed
waiting to fall asleep,
for the next horrific dream.
I finally fall asleep.
Everything is black,
I'm in a great room.
There He is
standing in front of me,
as He is just as happy to see me
as I am to see Him.
I hold him close,
and kiss him.
Then I look up
to see a good witch
battling a demon.
The demon comes down to us,
the decomposing head of a beast,
and devours my love.
Then it stares at me
with its bloodstained mouth
as if it was about to do the same to me.
I woke up.
It was about four AM.
I lay in bed
dreading to sleep again.
There would be more nightmares.
Each would show me His demise.
I cry after an hour.
I fear it would be too long till I had Him.
There is only one cure:
To have Him and be satisfied.
Sentimientos ProfundosSiempre he ayudado a otrosSentimientos Profundos7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Los ayudo a encontrar el camino
Pero, me tarde mucho en notar
Que yo también necesitaba ayuda
Siempre pretendiendo ser fuerte
Ocultándome detrás de una sonrisa
Pero en realidad
Tengo miedo de decirle a otros como en realidad me siento
Seré yo en realidad que lo siento?
O es simplemente otra idea para plasmar en papel?
Nadie lo nota
Estoy cansado de pretender
De ser fuerte
De ocultarme detrás de una sonrisa
Lamento admitir que el pequeño
Confundido soy yo
Este pequeño lleno de lágrimas y miedo.
Estoy confundido, no lo parezco, pero lo estoy
Estoy cansado de pretender que todo esta bien
Siento que no te conozco bien
Y aun así digo ser cristiano
Es como si las cosas de este mundo
Me quitaran el tiempo que tengo
No debería ser así
Tú, Jesús, deberías ser el que ocupa mí tiempo
Espero que no sea demasiado tarde para de