AloneAlone in Free Verse More Like This
to what was
what might have been
and now I see
what was once unseen
left to dwell in emotions deep
what was reality
a lost fantasy
Sleep, Only to be woken
Run, Only to be caught
Scream, Only to be unheard
Escape to the darkness
Into the unknown
What was to be
No longer will
All is lost
In spite of me
To what was
What might have been
But now I see
What once was unseen
Sleep to be woken
Run to be caught
Scream to be unheard
Escape to the darkness
Into the unknown
Only to emerge in the light
To start again
True LoveI didn't know love until I met you.True Love in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing in my life had ever felt so true.
You were the reason I went day to day,
Washing all of my depression away.
I wish I could make everything all right,
Every second I think of that night.
The way you broke my heart with only few words.
Did more to me than being stabbed by a thousand swords.
I didn't know pain until I met you.
Even know, nothing has ever felt so true.
You used to be the reason I went day to day,
But now your make me wish I could fade away.
Angelo Sotira, InterviewedAngelo Sotira, Interviewed 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
SnowMonths grouped together like careless footstepsSnow in Free Verse More Like This
stroll upon the lashings accorded to me by the sun.
In January I am caressed by ghosts
or something as cold and invisible.
They intrude upon hair, clothes; books
dampen with monstrous hand prints.
Are these shells of half-dead creatures
holding themselves, ancient in a cavern somewhere
or tethered to the earth by thought?
Bits of cloud, the flesh of heaven
picked off like a soft disease
nestle on my shoulder as if pulled from my sweater.
they emerge quietly like droplets of blood. Whisper:
we are the teeth of ancient things.
White drift presses upon the house
and the window. Its cool breath scales
my chin, pries open my mouth like a tenacious lover,
and settles with a small sigh on the tongue
like a hiss of steam.
We have made and unmade warmth.
if I am nowhere am I everywherif I am nowhere am I everywher in Free Verse More Like This
I am talking to her saying our roads
will be all that's left; that our avenues
will turn to altars, set in onyx.
look what we remember of Rome,
all pavements and temples
arranged like vertebrae in dirt
that goes on living, full with prayer;
and as I say this, it occurs to me that in a Mexican bar
in Florence I might disappear
to the streets and run, eyeless
through an eyeless crowd,
(take me, Florence! I am a son among these heartbroken stones,
take me from the marble block lift me out!)
to laugh hysterically; she is pulling me,
her warmth comes breathlessly from the air;
we are foreigners,
we are rain. (I am inventing this,
all of this happened elsewhere, another night)
her face turns to laugh illuminated
and everything else wobbling is blue
and forgotten; lifeboats drawn away
from our bodies that are continents
moving full with rice and squash and sins
named in small homes before saints and fire;
listen. I was not there by the long bar
when everyone turned and pulled us
into the st
Just YesterdayJust Yesterday in Free Verse More Like This
Just yesterday you were holding my hand,
Just yesterday you gave me a wedding band,
Just yesterday you said I do and,
Just yesterday you said you loved me too.
Just yesterday you told me you cared,
Just yesterday you told me about the love we shared,
Just yesterday you said you'd never leave and,
Just yesterday that was all I needed to believe.
Just yesterday you were near,
Just yesterday they told me something I did'nt want to hear,
Just yesterday they buried you deep and,
Just yesterday thoughts of you kept me from sleep.
Just yesterday I finally came to see you,
Just yesterday I missed you more than I usually do and,
Just yesterday I remembered again how much I need you.
Just yesterday has come and gone and,
Just yesterday is just a memory of all that went wrong.
Letter Of RecommendationBefore you walk out, hear me out--Letter Of Recommendation 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.
EducationEducation?Education in Free Verse More Like This
See that's what they call it.
But they teach us to do, not to think.
A genius doesn't answer every question perfectly,
A genius questions every answer given.
A system that judges success by the amount of bills you have,
Makes you work to the bone,
Cuts your soul in halves,
Make us seem like a bunch of clones?
Are we nothing more than machines?
Fill in the right answer, nothing more is accepted.
Thrown away if you can't follow instructions,
Is this in efforts in increase production?
Shall we drive the passion away from everything?
When everyone tries only to survive,
Shall we exist solely to die?
A system that completely determines your life.
Wasn't this system meant for us to thrive?
Last Night's NightmareIt has been a whileLast Night's Nightmare 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.
Mother WolfMother WolfMother Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
I am just like any other mother
I am concerned about my pup's future...
I want him to grow up to be just like his dad
~Fierce and full of fighting spirit and the elegance itself
I want him to have a normal life and be saved from tragedy...
I want him to be healthy
Chase rabbits with joy
Kill rabbits out of hunger...
Prawling around his first girl
I enjoy watching him grow up to be a strong wolf
I hope he will have alot of pups himself
Cause he is my only one....
I will protect him with my very own life...
A hunter shot my baby down...
Bear with it...