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In Oz: Trippin'In Oz: Trippin'1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Trippin'
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
I haven't been here for a long time, but I know there's still a box of treasures whenever I stop by, and lay me down is one of the most beautiful pictures on the whole deviantART-Community. For me it's a trip to wonderland, where girls are like flowers and boys are all eyes, simply unable to resist everlasting beauty.
I can't withhold my feelings, 'cause this isn't neither a picture nor an irresistible vision; this is a prayer, and if I wouldn't believe in God, I'd surely do now.
In Oz: Lust 4 UIn Oz: Lust 4 U2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Lust 4 U
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
But this is creative! Your arms, your hands, your hair form a mighty symbol, and seeing you reaching out like this I wish you were naked to inspire me to my limits. Creativity is about you, it's about love and sex, and I wouldn't wonder when you were just making love with your boyfriend right after the shot. Maybe it's just me, just my imagination, but I don't care, 'cause it feels good thinking this way: This world is wild, and only the wild ones will survive.
The rainThe rain. When you looked up at the clouds, it all seemed to collapse on you, like a dying world. Serpentine crystals that would detonate in dances of strangled bombast.The rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They would come, colorless, falling everywhere, somewhere, nowhere. They spilled in rivers over the entire universe, expulsive, extensive, veils like fake smoke, a fog that doesn't or didn't distort.
Millions of fingers without hands, writing long, inexistant poems, much too effortlessly to be unnatural.
And that's where they all lived. I tried to find you there, when I fell tremulous into trances embalmed by the silence of those watching flowers, those phantoms that stole
In Oz: The Soul CagesIn Oz: The Soul CagesIn Oz: The Soul Cages2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
So here I am, and though it took me nearly three weeks, I never forgot your short story. I couldn't forget it because it didn't feel like fiction at all, it felt too real what was happening there, and sometimes it's just like that: You have to fuck someone hard to calm him down and to tell him that you love him, and if you're the girl you know that this is one of the mysteries of boys and men. They need to believe in you when they can't believe no more in any other thing. Your prose is great right from the start, it's honest and powerful and I'm able to taste and smell and see everythin
i looked for an eagle butdragging my feeti looked for an eagle but2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
accusatory glares
questioning looks
uncertain of guilt
sorry
i only wanted to help
to lighten the mood
to brighten your day
sorry
i only wanted
to get things off my chest
i only wanted to be told
what to do next
In Oz: CatwalkIn Oz: CatwalkIn Oz: Catwalk2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
Dorota's this girl's name, and her legs is all I want to see now. She strips them bare, and my mind is wandering while her little cat's carefully watching me. Oh yes, this cat's gonna make sure that I don't stand too close and that only my mind does the wandering.
Yes, I want to keep my hands by myself, and yes, I really don't want to touch - but I might.
Sure, this is all about fantasies, and Dorota's playing with mine like a pro, makes me wanna kiss her ass cheeks in an instant. I must admit that I'd wish to do so with all might, and this little cat's walking now all over me. Yes,
Untitled.NowUntitled.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
December 11, 2011
Dear Body,
I'm sorry for hating you all these years, for trying to starve you into something worth loving. I'm sorry for punishing you. It wasn't your fault; it was mine. Thank you for staying resilient and keeping me alive when I didn't deserve it. You never gave up on me, even when I gave up on you time after time. No longer will I waste you away to nothing. I no longer need to see your bones poking their way through my skin to be happy. I am satisfied with
what the artist doesThere is a universe hidden in these pencils,what the artist does2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look through those paper windows
And you'll see people. you'll see pretty creatures
Ugly beasts, curious objects, and magical trees
And all she does is set them free
In Oz: Ganz tief untenIn Oz: Ganz tief unten3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Ganz tief unten
* Eine Eskalation von Beau Cyphre *
Du willst also, dass ich etwas zu deinem Lächeln schreibe. Es fällt mir nicht schwer, aber ich muss überlegen, wie ich es tue, damit es angemessen ist.
Aber du wolltest keinen Review In Oz, um zu erleben, wie jemand ein weiteres verstandesbetontes Feedback zu deinem Foto schreibt, nicht wahr? Ich danke dir.
Also will ich hier nur beginnen in dem Land, das ich zu gut kenne und das mir wie dir nur sehr wenig geben kann. Um die Tiefe zu fühlen, muss ich meine Kleider ablegen, an den Rand der Klippe gehen und ohne Zögern in die Tiefe springen, und das Wasser i
Thunder.Thunder.Thunder.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
Love
is the first and the last
word in this universe
ruled by forces too mighty
to understand
why
we're under this spell of
blindness caused by
the brightest light
inside and outside ourselves.
Under this thunder
I can no longer hide, I can
no longer run
I just think
I
have
to
surrender.
Je t' en prie : poem :Je t' en prie : poem :1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Schenk mir ein rotes Kleid
und
rote Schuhe auch
und
küss mir Hand
und Lippen auch
doch dann
- Je T' en prie -
liebe mich.
Ich bitte dich.
In Oz: Love SomebodyIn Oz: Love Somebody2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Love Somebody
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Last night I dreamed about photographing myself, and I instantly fell in love with me. Here you are, one U posing, the other U capturing the moment, and you're a flirt on both sides of the camera. No doubt about that you're in love with yourself, and how shouldn't you? There's really no way to resist falling in love with you, and to love somebody in the right way means first and foremost loving yourself 'till everyone else does too. So here we are, you and I, sister and brother bound in a way much bigger than our bodies, and to look at you is to look at myself, and behind the mirrors is
Only NowOnly NowOnly Now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A not so long time ago
I didn't understand
How people could be so perfect
Yet so cruel
to
all
not
worthy
of
them.
They break you heart
and take your friends
yet you still try
to be one of them
try for acceptance
try for praise
only to be let down again
That person is you.
Day after day
week after week
month after month
Until one day
I finally open my eyes
and see
open arms and warm smiles
and only after all those wasted months
and only after a million broken hearts
I see people who I don't need to impress
who take me
as I am
In Oz: In The Big PictureIn Oz: In The Big Picture2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: In The Big Picture
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
So here you are again, making me dizzy with one single portrait, and I've seen the future, and it will be... - like Prince sang on the futuristic Batman-Soundtrack of the year 1989. To say that you're beautiful is an understatement. To tell everybody that there's really no one like you may be the truth, but it also does not fit in the big picture.
In the big picture, there's Johanne in a country called Romania, a girl that comes with a BANG louder than words by drawing a picture with the help of just one shot, and if I'd be able to draw a photography, I'd try to draw this one: A ma
THE ART CRIMES: All I NeedTHE ART CRIMES: All I Need2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: All I Need
* Eine Geschichte von Beau Cyphre - mit einer Illustration von Lisa *
Du erlaubst mir, hier bei dir zu sein in deinem Zimmer, und konnte ich jemals etwas anderes tun, als dich anzuschauen?
Wie hätte ich wagen können, etwas anderes zu tun, weiß ich doch zu genau, was sich geziemt und wo mein Platz in diesem Spiel ist? So halte ich den Atem an und beobachte, wie du da liegst, und ich frage mich, ob du schläfst, weil die beinahe unmerkliche Bewegung deiner Brust ganz sanft und so regelmäßig ist, dass eine Elfe auf dir landen könnte, ohne durch eine unbedachte Bewegung aufgeschreckt
Give me moreStretching open I feelGive me more5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
exactly how I want to.
The fear makes me tremble
but want
feverishly.
This moon is not full.
I am not wild now.
I wake
and I roll into memories that daze me.
I feel my mouth still full
of kisses and sweet fruit.
The loneliness is both cruel and dear.
Can I be your earth for a while?
Can I feel shared instead of taken?
Please
There could be merriment
and fire as deep as bone.
for samto the boy who broke my heart,for sam1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when it rains, it pours, and you, my dear, are a thunderstorm.
5: tate's list I asked her to meet me in London at her earliest convenience. We set a date for the next week. I spent the days in between lying on my bed, trying to make sense of myself.5: tate's list1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wasn't entirely sure of what I was feeling. Emily had waltzed into my life like a hurricane, upending everything I knew and leaving it in tatters. I could pull some pieces out of the wreckage, but they were jagged and broken, and there was hardly enough of them to assemble into something complete.
On the wall opposite my bed, there was a large green chalkboard. My parents had discovered it in some mysterious Bermuda Triangle of lost wonders and given it to me for my
TARRYINGand such a silly thing a trivial thingTARRYING1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fall in love in all caps,
nonsense words and heatstruck hearts
furnaces placed in obscure corners of the rooms
naked eyes unseeing but with a presence like a sharpclawed hand on your shoulder
auntie says you're getting too thin gramma agrees and shoves a muffin down your shirt
bonyeyed, cheap fingers fingering
your black cargo pants that keep sliding down your hips
ever silently, delirious material you thought came from outer space when you were small
still woefully undersized but that fire inside is stoked by yoko ono
what a prize you are, a bear with a computer and just
bear with me a mom
elevationyesterday i realized that i am too tall. it wasn't one of those offhand revelations like, "my hair looks ridiculous from this angle," or, "my nose is less of a nose and more of a hideous growth protruding from between my eyes." no, it hit me with all the force of a pencil traveling at a speed of 200 miles per hour. which is to say, quite a lot.elevation1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
it happened in the morning. i was at the breakfast table, eating cornflakes; my legs were twisted beneath me like a paperclip, and the rest of me was bent over my bowl like an old, depressed person. i have exceedingly poor posture; this is probably a side effect of having to constantly stoop in order to walk into people's houses or avoid hitting light fixtures with my head. as i stood up to leave the table, the very top of my skull lightly brushed the ceiling. this was no random occurrence. it had happened every day since what my parents refer to as the growth spurt of '03.
but that day. oh,
and our souls blendedI want to feel weak , cold and unprotected ...with you right next to me ...and our souls blended2 years ago in Letters More Like This
we both naked in the rain , on the grass , shivering like hell ...and then we kiss , but only the soul warms up ...
our hearts beating like it was the first time ...our trembling bodies keep us from a proper kiss and we laugh ...
I rejoice because I've never felt so at ease with anyone else ...
I sit behind you and I touch your ribs , one at a time , with my fingertips , trying to make you mine forever , somehow ...
I look at you for hours under the endless autumn rain ...seeing how your hair starts sticking to your forehead and your cheeks ...
I lay on the gras
i guessflecks of gold painti guess2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scatter across the obsidian sky,
reminding you as you say,
'one of the stars - that
star right there, in the
big dipper - do you see it?
it burnt out a while ago, and soon
we won't be able to see
it at all.' still
i know that if this
thing keeps burning it's bound
to burn out or burn everything else up.
we're indecisive as to which
we'd rather, it's all just
too much too much or too little too little,
this growing sense of urgency
and knowing that maybe -
on 'getting over it'you're crazy, and i mean bitch-fever crazy.on 'getting over it'2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you know how when a bitch goes into heat,
she'll fuck a tree limb to get rid of the itch? well that's bitch fever
and you've got it
takotsubo cardiomyopathy.when the doctors told me i was dying, everything sort of snapped into place - everything made sense. my mind drifted off to somewhere hazy. and i could see them all in the doctor's room. their mouths moving, hands trying to explain to my parents exactly what was wrong with me, and what they couldn't do to fix it. they explained with their gestures how treatment worked, and that i had to dedicate myself. you know, to get better. but i didn't know if i wanted to or not. they claimed it was a side effect. but i knew deep down it was just because i deserved to suffer through it. i thought to myself all of the pain ahead, and realized it didn't retakotsubo cardiomyopathy.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sta.sh
