Just Stop.Just Stop.12 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Take time, set down
Mind high, end near
Rocky roads, past survived
Use power, fist down
Allegiance, self right
You'll win, always do
Open heart, be free
Just be, woman
Rise above, shine bright
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find one real bit of feelingdo me a favorfind one real bit of feeling7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no more love, no more later
this time, just stay gone
To the girl I hit Id never given an eulogy in my life and now for my first time, I was expected to give a speech about a girl I didnt know at all.To the girl I hit9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
OK, maybe a girl I didnt know at all is somewhat untrue; I knew Abigail decades ago and by sick chance I had run her over a few days back, her parents remembered me and demanded I give the eulogy (new age grief therapy?)
Well here goes nothing: I hardly knew Abigail but in her last moments she showed me true kindness, forgiving me for my sin even though she wasnt ready to die (this was of course a lie, she jumped in front of my car screaming suicide, but her parents didnt need to
imissautumnandimissyou.i miss autumn and the way the sun shone through your hair.imissautumnandimissyou.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me mine looked like fire.
cold steel against my flesh is all i want right now.
because it's the closest thing to your lips against my neck.
your teeth on my wrists.
your eyelashes brushing my thighs every time you blink.
i miss autumn and the way the leaves fell from the trees.
the way you fell to your knees at my feet.
has it really been two seasons since you left me?
i don't remember snow that stuck out, stark against my hair.
[why didn't the fire melt the snow?]
i don't remember aprilshowersthatbringmayflowers.
the sun shines too bright without you.
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
ToNighttonight I caught scentToNight9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of you on my windowsill
despite all these years
The surest signi.The surest sign9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Storms are picky,
boxers left untouched:
and not much rain
storm in a C cup
with a perv's heart,
between the drying sheets
the wind explores
wirelessI.wireless9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we weren't looking for Kevin Bacon,
weren't trying to find a way--
it was just ten steps
to no one in particular.
looking for damn connections,
screw chaos theory.
I'm gonna find me some sense.
less than three percent of potential
rapists are willing to commit murder
if you are in a situation where you feel that such a person
committing such a crime on you is possible
Horned HunterI am the Hornéd Hunter of the WildHorned Hunter7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who comes to wed the Mother Goddess now
In Rites of Spring; renewed for Love and Child,
For blessings made this night, to Her I bow.
This ancient cycle that is Life and Death
Comes to its brightest time in all the year
As mingling mine and Ladys sacred breath
Does drive away the darkness and your fear.
In blesséd, passioned union we now make,
Through ecstasy and Highest Love, rebirth
Of bounty, multiplied now for your sake;
For this, our Love, is made to show your worth.
So join us now in Ardrous Beltane time!
Draw forth the energies of Love sublime!
i know not wheni know not when13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we were young
we collected cicada shells --
plucked from their irregular
every rusted hubcap,
every fence post -- discarded
and rotted -- we gathered and cherished.
but those days never bothered
to declare their ends.
they came and they went
like musical chairs that were
played in the dark
to the sounds of a
I was none the wiser then,
I wonder why, but also when:
I lost you:
I loose you:
it seems I have lost you:
I must, then, have lost you.
and some time earlier
I think -- no, I thought --
I must have had lost you,
somewhere in there.
and now, some time later,
I dare not remove
your already chipped shell
from its uncertain position:
this is the kind that will
my too-clumsy touch.
A Druidic ConfessionThis morning, I took a walk through the woods.A Druidic Confession7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
This morning the woods walked through me. With every step, I drowned in it.
The night before had brought rain, so the morning had rolled in thick with a feathery mist blanket. I left early, and irresponsibly abandoned my cell phone to my nightstand. I had to get away.
Perhaps the sheer amount of water had weighed the forest down, because it was breathing hard. It is also possible that the richly green foliage was so thankful for the refreshment that it had exasperated itself. Either way, I'm not sure there have been many times I have experienced something so alive that had I not brought my camera I would have denied it's existence. There was rightness here, surrounded by a cathedral of treetops and cascading waters. That itching notion that reminds me that I belong here.
Perhaps not there, specifically. But in the forest, I could breathe. Water drops, fat and juicy, plopped on my head from leaves high above that had allowed the rain to
What if...What if...What if...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I like you
I talk to you
I told you
I hug you
I kiss you
I love you
you hurt me
Iraqi Pilot Returns - StoryBy U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Christopher FrostIraqi Pilot Returns - Story8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
KIRKUK, Iraq By age 15, his destiny was already set by Saddam Husseins regime he was to become a fighter pilot, a necessity in the bloody war with Iran. He took the controls of a Bravo, a single engine, propeller-driven training aircraft, and performed his first solo flight before most Americans could even drive.
Today, Iraqi Air Force Maj. Abbas, his name changed in this story for security reasons, serves once again in the Iraqi Air Force, but hes no longer asked to fly for the dictator but to fly for his country.
Abbas is an instructor pilot with the Iraqi Flying Training School in Kirkuk, Iraq, where he teaches initial pilot training to future Iraqi pilots. Like many instructor pilots who have returned to the school to teach, he was a fighter pilot under Husseins regime with a great deal of experience and training.
My education was only for flying, said Abbas, while he kept watch over a pitche
Sharing a MomentSharing a MomentSharing a Moment8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They may have been annoying to most of the members of the Ark, but there was no denying that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were a very unique pair of Autobots.
The obvious reason was due to the fact that they were twin brothers; a rarity amongst Cybertronians so rare in fact, that its rumored only one pair of twins exist in every generation.
The other reason, albeit known only by inner circles and close friends, was that the two Lamborghinis shared everything.
They shared the same occupation.
They shared the same shifts.
They shared the same room.
They shared the same tastes in pranks (much to the chargin of their comrades).
They shared the same type of alternate vehicle mode.
They shared their battle scars.
And due to the split that needs to occur in order to create twins, they even shared the same spark.
All things said, one begins to wonder if they tire of sharing EVERYthing
Magdalene's skyMagdalene's sky7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Magdalene always was a force unto herself.
She was oil in water, asteroids against gravity,
evolution on dinosaurs than succumb to it,
she was psychedelic, florescent, electric in every way,
she was freshly mown grass and burnt candles,
she was rich warm cream and delicate peaches,
she was never ending summer evenings spent under oaks,
she was the colours of autumn and the passion of artists,
she was short owl feathers and biblical pelicans,
she was vulcanic matter bubbling beneath forgotten seas,
she was golden hay rustling in gentle breeze,
she was the mortality of a clear sky in April.
Skies, endless ones... in April, May, June, July,
every month of every year,
she'd lie and watch the sky stretch on forever above her
and lose herself in the unfathomable beauty of it;
the lazy crawling of clouds,
the majesty of royal eagles
the kaleidoscope patterns
of dust caught in the wind.
Some days, Magdalene lived for the skies alone.
Some days, nothing else in the world mattered.
NdinonziMy name is Rufaro. I'm turning nine soon. I like going to school, even though I have to walk a long time to get there, because I can meet my friends. Some of them are from other villages, and I wouldn't see them if I didn't go. I like some of my teachers. Ms Machegutu is very nice. She says I'm a good pupil, and maybe I can go to high school if my grades are good. I don't think I will, Baba doesn't make enough money. He gets drunk very often, Amai says it's because times are hard. I don't understand. Times have always been hard.Ndinonzi8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Tendai. I'm 22. I've been living in the capital for 4 years now. Even though I have my A-levels, it's hard to find work. The people here are smarter than I am, some make fun of my accent. But I work hard. I don't smoke, and I don't drink a lot. I always have some money when I go home for my parents and my aunts. My little sister can go to school, and she is always very happy when I bring her a new dress. Last year, I met some guys that sell Katshasu.
The TouristShaved legs,The Tourist9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blown glass cracked on the edges
two for the price of one
sell away all our liberties
and let them speak for us.
Play out the wrong card
the captain salutes a sinking ship
and a hurricane winks at the corner of our eye
pulled in a whirlpool.
Tornadoes suck themselves in
paradox in a pillowcase
and you wonder what's keeping you up all night
(no, I can't sleep, either)
the monster under your bed
or the monster laying there
inside your mind all the time
and making your hairs stand on the ends.
Life playing on repeat
sinks clogged with secrets too painful to keep
so hard to settle and slow down
rushing head, losing pace
merciless when you beg to finally collapse.
Shave the ashes from your legs
you're fragile like glass
so easily blown and shaped
so easily swallowed and cracked
(and it's not just the edges this time).