| Deviant Login | Shop |
 | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
A Perfect World? A perfect world?More Like This
Couldn't we just talk
Can I talk to my friend about something I want to change
We could think of new ways together
So they do
They join forces
All is going well until they have an argument
They fight
Endlessly
They hurt and kill many people
Just to try to prove something
In the end they look and see what they have really done
Killed
Their dreams of a perfect world shatter
They have killed their friends and families
For nothing
Pretty Little GirlPretty little girl with the broken wingsMore Like This
You feel like crying but you're trying to gleam
Your past was Hell
No one can really tell
That it's hard to smile,
Hard to breathe
You feel like trying but it's hard to gleam.
Crying every night when the sun don't shine
You're telling yourself...
Baby, just give this some time.
Then maybe everything will turn out,
Alright.
Pretty little girl with the broken wings
Trying so hard, trying to gleam
They see that Halo, but not your wings.
They see that smile, but not that pain.
Then one day God finally saw
That his pretty little Angel had a pair of broken wings.
Looking into her eyes, see
Encroaching TerrorHuckle-hunting crack-backed wormsMore Like This
'neath jeering, leering tangled forms.
Branches breaking, bending, sending
shivers down my mangled spine.
Fine, everything's just fine.
Backward glancing, I see dancing
shadows, shadows that aren't mine.
Time, time ever racing, chasing,
pacing, my footsteps ever hastening;
tasting the seconds as they fade away.
Decay comes quickly, sickly;
stenches, wrenches my groaning gut.
Moaning, roaming through the leaves,
weaves the yearning, burning thing of night.
Sight, I am robbed of sight.
Blinding, something hidden binding,
twining, snaking round my aching useless eyes.
Sighs, the sighs of
SwingSwingMore Like This
By: Tami Cooke
Swinging in the breeze on a warm summers day
Look at her now she has nothing to say
Silence has struck her mind in no favorable way
Now let me just clear things up if I may
Here is the story and it happened this way
She was so beautiful and free, my fair Faye
She lived with her father in a small house near the bay
I watched her there, she was so full of life, so gay
I wanted her so much, so I stole her away
I tied her up and took her far from the bay
Into the forests in my cabin she would stay
But she cried and she screamed in a most horrible way
And none of my games would she play
She would not listen to a
The Moon and NeptuneWith silent grace she shines aloft.More Like This
Somnolent stars suffuse face soft.
Gossamer drifts of shifting clouds
cast shadows on a pearly brow.
Waves spin tales of sailors' yarns,
hidden swathes of ancient charms.
Seabirds' cries and creaking calls,
waters whipped by singing squalls.
Neptune urged with surging shifts,
destruction of the struggling skiffs.
To straggling rocks the sinking ships,
sleeping sands each sadly slips.
RevelationsI saw Him rise and He does exist,More Like This
came and saved a sinning atheist.
Showed me light when I saw none,
paved the way for the path I'm on.
Now I know what's required of me,
the Lord has come and set me free.
With pen in hand I write this line,
and watch the stars as they realign,
Others laugh and call me names,
they'll soon perish in His flames!
None of them would take a look,
as I opened up the ancient Book!
I pray and plead to join the throng,
worshipers that know Your song!
Come take me to the distant place,
insane in the arms of mad embrace!
Oh Great Lord Cthulhu!
BirthBirthMore Like This
I.
La lune gardienne fantôme immaculée des ombres s'évapore dans le halo gigantesque du soleil levant.
II.
Les lampadaires sont encore allumés.
Avec le soleil qui se lève, ça donne
un air féerique à la seine.
III.
Les trainées roses caressent l'azur
comme la trace d'un doigt divin
et la sirène dans le ciel
s'efface vers des horizons plus purs
pour retrouver le cœur
qui manque à sa poitrine
IV.
Ca y est, l'enfantement du jour
est terminé. Les humains pressés
peuvent aller travailler.
OffrandesMes restes ont menti. Dépouille infertile J'ai pleuré du mensonge. Immense fondement sans valeur. Effondrement des voûtes surplombant le doute. J'ai galvanisé l'horreur dans mes larmes. J'ai ensorcelé l'espoir. Les yeux cousus. La langue tranchée. J'ai vécu un monde. J'ai déçu les armes. Abandonnées. Cachées du ciel. Les coureurs du vide m'ont rattrapé. Affalé. Nonchalant. J'ai capitulé sans lever les yeux. Je suis devenu leur porteur. J'ai incarné le vide. J'ai marché jusqu'au néant. Leur maître. Et l'esclave d'esclave est devenu pitance sans goût.More Like This
DieseQue devient l'harmonie quand la clé du bonheurMore Like This
Joue sur une mélodie faite d'accords mineurs
Quand tant d'altérations détruisent notre armure
Et que la division, du temps, bat la mesure
Que deviennent les notes hors de notre portée
Ces airs que l'on chuchote sans pouvoir les chanter
Surchargés de syncopes et autres contretemps
D'un tempo qui galope sans unité de temps
Nos deux tempéraments ont détruit notre gamme
Fait de nos instruments les quintes de nos âmes
Et si notre phrasé a gagné en mordant
Nous avons égaré nos plus beaux ornements
Pourrons-nous rapprocher
JOURNAL DA II - mariage homo, lave plus blancExplorons aujourd'hui la question qui occupe plus la société française que les millions de chômeurs, les déserts médicaux et la visite d'un néo-fasciste sur la tombe du général de Gaulle : le mariage joyeux, dit aussi mariage gai. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi autant de gens gueulent contre le mariage gai, en général, c'est plutôt festif, un mariage.More Like This
Pouf pouf.
Examinons le point de vue des contradicteurs, ceux qui aiment le mariage triste. En gros :
"Le mariage est le fondement de la société, dont le but est de s'assurer de la continuité par la procréation. Il nécessite donc la présence d'un homme et d'une femme."
Alors, "fondement", oui,
The Curse of Octavia (Archaic Horror Story!)~7,000 words, complete story. Cookies at the end!More Like This
It was a golden autumn day when I first beheld Octavia drifting through the winding woods, her small footsteps crunching over the fallen leaves. Burning crimsons, fiery oranges and washed-out browns all lay about her feet. Her hair was long, flowing auburn; her face and figure brilliant and dainty, with some elusive mesmeric grace whose origin I failed to trace. But it was her eyes that held me; they were dark liquid pools of eternity, their depths unfathomable, mysterious and serene. In those wells of midnight wonder, something wild, pagan and mischievous seemed to lurk; it was in the subtle
I Wish Chapter 2Chapter 2More Like This
Day minus twenty one. Sunday November 11th
Despite being somewhat muffled beneath a thick winter duvet the piercing scream still managed to fill the small apartment bedroom. It was rapidly followed by a small, pale hand bursting out of the folds of the bed cover, fingers tipped in purple nails, the varnish chipped along the edges forming sore-looking frowns. The hand thrust the duvet away revealing a pale face contorted in a rictus of nightmare-induced terror. At the same time a pair of pyjama encased legs thrashed out lifting the duvet completely off the bed where it subsequently landed, like a giant daisy-patterned meringue, on
I Wish Chapter 1Part OneMore Like This
I wish that I may
Escape this woe
Leave the tower
To the outside world go
Anon
Chapter 1
In her dreams Nell ran.
Every night; as her body lay tightly curled beneath the comforting folds of her duvet, Nell’s mind would run within a desolate landscape as dark and silent as a mid-winter graveyard.
Although disorientated by her bleak surroundings, Nell somehow knew that the direction she followed was always the same, and that even if her dream-self closed her eyes her feet would still fall upon the ground in a manner echoing dreams past. It was a particular pathway that she followed; one that led her towards an unseen and
Not SorryI'm sorry I'm a fuck-upMore Like This
That I don't do as I'm told
I'm sorry I'm not submissive and that your words don't stop me cold
I don't give fuck if you hate me
That's just the worthless slut that I am
I don't care if you don't love me
Its just another blow
I'll shrug it off and walk away
Because I just don't care anymore
I'm watching every dream I have ever had crumble down around me
Your fist keeps on striking me and I don't feel a thing
I'll tear up this paper
I'll break everything in sight until there's silence
And you shut your mouth
I won't stop this pain (this pleasure) until I'm restored
It's a dirty, filthy path
BadI don't think I've ever felt this badMore Like This
Shaking so hard I can barely breathe
Curled up on an empty staircase with my head between my knees
I am dying you idiots.
I'm sitting here trying to rip open my arm with my nails
I'm trying to carve that damned word-worthless in
So that I never forget
You don't see
That none of it is fiction
You just keep thinking that everything is false
You snarl at me not to cry
And that makes me just like everyone else
Am I really so worthless?
Everyone would lead me here to die?
That not a single person would try and dry my eyes?
Am I so prideful, so self-deprecating
That I
The Seraphim of Cobwebbed HallsSilently I heard her whispering,More Like This
pallid ivory lips soft lisping,
Paper drifting slowly shifting,
from the bedroom's mildewed walls.
In these halls stirs vaguest chanting,
whippoorwills their cries decanting;
psycopomps in midnight sighing,
just outside these mildewed walls.
Huddled forms sprawl stealthily creeping,
countless spiders surging sweeping,
toward the bed where she lies sleeping,
the maiden of these mildewed walls.
Trapped within that pall's mass trembling,
writhes the one I stayed here tending,
all those bleak nights never-ending,
within these wretched mildewed walls.
Blasphemous birds fall shrieking mocking,
throu
La petite vieilleLa petite vieille courbée en deuxMore Like This
Le dos cassé et les pas douloureux
Avance tout doucement clopin-clopant
Sous le regard piteux des passants.
C'est qu'ils ne voient pas sur son visage baissé,
Le sourire lumineux,
Les yeux qui pétillent.
Ils ne savent pas qu'elle vole,
Qu'elle brille,
Virevoltant dans les airs tel un ange libéré.
C'est une acrobate, une funambule
Elle a marché sur le fil de ses vies
Elle a vécu dans une grande bulle
Un cirque merveilleux, spectacle d'infini.
La petite vieille avance un pas après l'autre,
Si lentement que le temps la regarde d'un air étonné.
Il ne voit pas sur son visage caché le petit air malicieux.
Ils la croient tous abîmée mais elle a l'air heureux.
Elle a brisé des coeurs d'amants trop enflammés,
Elle était si légère, dans ses moeurs et sa tenue dorée.
Frémissants de peur, ils la voyaient tous les so
Innsmouth Girl (Uptown Girl Parody)Innsmouth girlMore Like This
She's been living in her Innsmouth world
I bet she's never had unchanged guy
I bet the Marshes never told her why
I'm gonna try for an Innsmouth girl
She's been living in her black reef world
As long as anyone with fine gills can
And now she's looking for a Arkham man
That's what I am
And then she knows what
He wants from His Sign
And then He'll wake up
And shake up her mind
She'll see I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love with an Innsmouth girl
You know I've seen her in her Innsmouth world
She's getting tired of her sea port's noise
And all her trinkets from her Innsmouth boys
She's got a choice
Inns
ballyhoolaymanMore Like This
we lost the moon
in the process, putting old
wine into new bottles
statue-esque...
and anarchy without some
sacred boon to rebuke
gets stale as shit in the unshielded sun
steampunk cannibalscavaliers of nescience unsulliedMore Like This
by thoughts of the world outside a bubble, shallow
rivers on the path of least resistance
you can polish a stone
as much as you like
but it will still be as thick as a rock
and you can watch animals sweat
when they sleep but awake
they still devour their young
Long Winter pt46 The restaurant was lavishly appointed in what critics had called ‘Fashionably Late Post Modern’. This meant that one of the four walls of the restaurant was left unfinished, with only a film of plastic sheeting between the wealthy patrons and the elements of a late summer’s evening. Half the chairs were the folding camp variety, and a few of the tables had the look of being boards on carpenter horses. And yet it was these tables and chairs that people reserved months in advance. In its day ‘Half’n’Half’ had been the premier eatery in the LA metropolitan area, offering a menu that ranged from simple cMore Like This
LW-The Dead City 1 The city had many similarities to Boston Citadel, but they were at best poor and twisted mockeries of Lord Garth's protectorate.More Like This
Like its distant western cousin, the city of Ik'jue was a port city. It rested on the cusp of a poisoned sea, yellowed by the pollutants and run offs of the many industries and chemical works that made Ik'jue their home like a tick did a dying mare. The ships that were docked along the stout rocky piers were either shrouded in air tight metal cowlings, with only the rower's oars protruding from just above their water line, or were smoke stack studded oil burners addicted the slurry that Ik'jue created. For Ik'jue
Remadeknees bent, hands curledMore Like This
world spinning, held together
with a thread
broken veins of a heart torn apart
but the tears'll never fall
she raised it up- another wall
shutting out, push away
when in doubt, what to say
she knows that love's too high a cost-
better to have never lost
***
for her, the missing comes and goes
and how to stop it no one knows
staring out beyond the sea
waves are breaking - so is she
in a flash it all comes crashing down
starting up a panicked dash
for the exit, curtains drop
show's not over, what's the use
a missing cast, no leading role
who to playact- not a soul
***
now she's cutt
A Concert for GriefMy breathing is heavy and my heart strong.More Like This
The sound resonates in the hall of wood.
The touch of ivory is right... yet wrong.
I have reached here with my sweat, tears and blood.
The beating of my heart pounds in my chest.
I raise my hand and all here hold their breath.
This melody that they love, I detest.
This tender, sorrowful sound echoes death.
It shows all gathered my buried despair;
My grief, my sorrow and my loss come through.
Through this piano, my soul is laid bare.
As one note ends, one more begins anew.
The notes merge to form my soul's melody
But the true message, only you can see.
Sniffing Sharpies To See YouRed, Blue, Green, BlackMore Like This
Sniffing Sharpies to get you back.
Mint bunnies around my head,
Just a reminder that you're dead.
Long nights, Sweet dreams,
Nothing beats Sharpie smell.
Down a Coke,
Out the door,
Bomber jacket off the floor.
Spring winds,
Hit my face,
Memories time can't erase.
More power,
To ya dear.
Kept me,
Safe and sound,
All before you left this town.
All time,
Slows down,
Can't believe your not around.
Purple, pink, black
Sniffing Sharpies to get you back.
Mint bunnies fly 'round my head,
Just a reminder that your dead.
Long nights, sweet dreams,
Nothing beat Sharpie smell.
Up and at 'em,
Hero time.
i'm a southern bird.in the country side we do not tend to the grassMore Like This
it grows around the roots of us, & we pass through
acres of alphabets - or at least i do
i hide away in an owl roost
i want to carry you with me through
my heartache, & let you find your way
back home - your blood
catching fire;
you wake up to the kettle singing, slick with
tea - & the china chatters on the wooden table
i'm able
to be alone
(it's not worth it)
your curtains are melting against the sun
your shirts are folded - molded
bark slips its claws around the frame of this
home
we've grown old,
calloused fingers & farmer's tan,
eyes sunken - wrinkles trickling like water
pearl dropi was never one to like shiny things,More Like This
but i've come to prefer a string of pearls around my neck over
the blue & orange dawns - they've become wrecks
in the sky - sailing like ships
i've been rising to mornings moving on
i find that i'm in a drought lately
one i can't define
i used to encourage myself to drape change over my shoulders like a season,
but this time is different
i changed without preparing for it;
days growing older got me in the gut,
there was no real fight; it tore me up
the weight of
your mouth waits
against my shoulder blades,
kisses up the staircase of my arm, & down to
the piano-pleasing fingers you
let me touch you a
shapeshiftchameleon, baby,More Like This
you can go from tiger stripes to
leopard spots
in 133 milliseconds.
you act in accordance to
your surroundings,
never even thinking before you
run with the herd of galloping zebras
and blend right in.
but, sweetheart,
i can pick you out of a crowd that
lies through its teeth and
passes around identities like a copy of
the new york times.
chameleon, baby,
i want to be your surroundings.
i want to wrap you up in me and
never let you go.
just promise that you won’t ever
try to erase yourself with
me.
NaPoWriMo Day 14 - The Crow KingCrow King, death surmounts you raven hair,More Like This
your sunken eye belies despair.
Summoned to you throne of rocks,
passed your fellows all in flocks,
where brambles rambled,
on that path I walked to seek you...
Crow King, I am come to bend before your throne,
in this wilderness of souls, your own.
Bring down the bridge that stabs the skies,
wherein there lies the sacred land of muted cries.
Your eyes, cold Hells that bloom and blaze,
let me slip away my days, in the court of velvet night.
Take me in your cloaks and sigh...
sigh my sins away.
Crow King, why keep me from your looming bridge?
The ridge between our worlds must fall,
Keep me in your
Innsmouth Girl (Uptown Girl Parody)Innsmouth girlMore Like This
She's been living in her Innsmouth world
I bet she's never had unchanged guy
I bet the Marshes never told her why
I'm gonna try for an Innsmouth girl
She's been living in her black reef world
As long as anyone with fine gills can
And now she's looking for a Arkham man
That's what I am
And then she knows what
He wants from His Sign
And then He'll wake up
And shake up her mind
She'll see I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love with an Innsmouth girl
You know I've seen her in her Innsmouth world
She's getting tired of her sea port's noise
And all her trinkets from her Innsmouth boys
She's got a choice
Inns
MuselingRed wine ramblesMore Like This
curdle the air, but still
you dream; half-moon
body curled in the
lamp light. I am leaving,
I am leaving, choking on
some holy word—
the floorboards creak,
a sonata for my
changeling shadow
whilst you, hair tangled upon
the pillow, are spun gold.
A Night of CrowsSoul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,More Like This
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Sta.sh
