LightMyDay - Feature IIMore Like This
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Delicate Ballet Balance by oO-Rein-Oo
Beauty in the World by DorottyaS The Wait by TammyPhotography
Maya by Hart-Worx
She Is Funny by julka-belka Emmy by MartaSyrko
Boy with dog by danilkin54
Meadows by nikosalpha
I am.I am the darkness that looms in the hollowness of caves. I can never be penetrated by the sun's rays. I loom in the darkest corner, the absence of light. I hold the mystery of the unknown. My gloomy occurrence is ghost-like, haunting without end. I trap the foolish victims that dare tread in my domain. I am the sinister shadow that gives reason for paranoia. I have no pity for the innocent and no forgiveness for the guilty. I am darkness.More Like This
I am the insanity that takes roots in the deepest thoughts of the brain. I influence all who come within my presence, declaring their mentality to be mine to warp to whatever I request. I dominate the minds of many, for I rule as their king and my wish is their command. I plant the seeds for danger no one else is capable of reaching. I open the doors to the ominous corridors of one's mindset. I am insanity.
I am the bloodlust that drives humans to slaughter some of their own kind. I offer cravings that are far more addictive than any other. I satisfy
Oh desperadoYour soft voice callsMore Like This
I can't help but listen
Your eyes like waterfalls
They shine and glisten.
Your hair like vines
All dark and long
Your kiss the flavor of a thousand wines
With you there is nothing wrong.
A smile of pure gold
That sets my heart a race
I wish you were mine to hold
Every time i see your face.
You are my neverending cure
From my own hearts poison
Love that is pure
Defines where all my joy's in.
My lonely, beating heart
Belongs to you,
My feelings? Where do i start?
They are unconditional towards you.
The warmth in your heart
Is that which keeps me strong
So never shall we part
Because together we belong.
s t a c c a t omy heart beatsMore Like This
s t a c c a t o
i hear things that way too.
sometimes it's harmonic.
poco o poco piano.
andante or allegro,
is the question.
or should i play life in tempo at all?
i wish things happened in
i wish i could do it again;
my life does come to a
but the world still comes down
s t a c c a t o
now da capo al fine,
FORGOTTENSomething forgotten,More Like This
something left alone.
Something with no home.
Waiting for a claim,
all day, praying for an owner.
For somebody to hug.
But its just something forgotten,
reaching out for love.
Vine CypherA vine twists, meandering back and forth, its path clouded and shrouded by a grey mist.More Like This
On and on it weaves, curling and spiraling. At heart it seeks the sun, same as any other.
Yet this vine takes no care for whom it lives on. Like a snake, it slithers, searching for prey.
After the deed has been done, there lies naught but lifeless trunk, bereaved of leaves.
All that remains is a spiral staircase, left with no root, no roof, and no purpose.
And all who gaze upon it will marvel at its form and study its origins.
They too construct a staircase.
In the end, there will be only spirals, reaching skyward.
But today, I must build another step.
Belle ameA elle, si belle dameMore Like This
Tu ne sais comment lui dire
Tu n’as gouté à ses charmes,
Que le temps d’un battement de cœur
Mais tu ne te souviens ni de ses lumières ni de sa beauté;
Tu n’as gardé, gravée dans ton esprit,
Que ce mouchoir immaculé,
Agité par tes chimères et tes fantômes
Et heureux tu quittes le plus majestueux
Le plus magnificent de tout tes amours avorté.
Il ne te reste d’elle
Aucune de ces tendres journées de printemps,
Que ces nuits d’hivers au ciel si lourd,
Comme si Atlas eu gis la, écrasée sous fardeau
Et si Morphée eu était exilée par quelques démons de la nuit ;
Citée de la désolation, ruine d’un autre temps,
Voilà ce dont tu veux te souvenir.
Où des zombies déambulent, pour le carnaval de nécro polis,
Où tous ont cédé leurs âmes en pâture a la Bête
Contre quelques caprices et quelqu
The Roaring FortiesFlying highMore Like This
Above the lonely ocean,
Farewell spit bids farewell
To last years fish quota.
Oh how I can barely tell,
Oh how I can barely breathe.
These shorelines, ravaged
By empty isolation.
Sounds so.... Silent,
Amongst the oceans conversations.
Whilst drowning in past pain
And fear that doors are closing.
Whilst I peer out this cabin window,
My eyes swim over the lonely ocean.
The Haze Between UsFormless underneath that capeMore Like This
All the scars I inflict
Will you look at me?
Take my hands with your blood upon
Or hold me at the nape?
So I can for one last time
Let you see me
Stains in rivulets you cleaned
I can still remember
So does the earth underneath
My nails cannot ever be pardoned
Covered another theme
They clutch at piteous pride
Slip as quick as I breathe
I plead by eye to blinded cowl
Take me back inside
Have I not been punished?
Drowned in the bone dust you cried
When our romance went afoul
And I took the part of you
From my piece of mind
Spectre of my scenery
Transparent as the rains
Yet forthcoming the travails eschew
Darling have I behaved so cruel?
To make this existence dreary
That when I smile
You can only forget you knew?
I write the testament and scribe
With those sins as ink and pen
Trying to atone this finger paint
On a canvas devoid of elegance
Make the colour grey sigh
Instead of tearily
Reflect my longing visage of late
Witness by the passing days
Can you see m
Night TerrorThe sky is deep and murky green,More Like This
The white sun sinking over the horizon,
Extended by junk and litter.
This is the oxymoronic haven.
A carnival of despair
Filled with torturous laughter
Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles,
And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.
I look around this miserable paradise
To see my friends all around me.
They've encircled me,
But now they're turning away,
Leaving me in this nightmarish heaven.
They don't want me anymore.
What little usefulness I had,
I have long outlived. So they say.
And as they disperse,
The sun sets even more
And the laughter, the disturbing distorted jingles,
Replace the circle of friends, trapping me in the dark
As I turn to monochrome, the film grain masking
My cries of despair.
Suddenly, I'm falling.
Falling through a bottomless pit
No end. No beginning... Just oblivion...
Until my eyes open again...