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Away From Sorrows...Crossing over the meadowsMore Like This
away from sorrows
looking for jewels in the flowers
as they are blazing between the grasses.
Noon is past and evening is coming fast
I do not know if this is going to last that long
the wings are growing on my back
craving for the winds to turn into obsidian dark blue.
The twilight is translucent to my tired eyes
wishing for new skies
trading the old green fields
for the stars and their dark shadows
away from sorrows...
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As Time Went By...The windless fingers of the DeathlessMore Like This
touched His warm soft skin, His love bare and weightless
plunged Him into the silver mists of Darkness
into the depths of her own stillness
and waited... (as time went by)
His eyes to turn into pale blue stars,
iris filled by the endless tapestries of comet's tails
with wild rivers running - burning bright trails
and the milky way shifting, to a violet whiteness
finally, He whispered... (as time went by)
Not to the Immortal Goddess,
not to her galaxies and infinite grace,
or the Moon crystalline weaved in lace.
He asked for Me...
He called My name... (as time went by)
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Flying Over...The blackbirds flew over the city limitsMore Like This
and over the mountain peaks
carrying silk ribbons on their yellow beaks.
Where do they go, leaving me behind?
I wish I was a ribbon or a feather,
lace or the weather on their wings
torn away from myself by the winds.
Did I have cried, did I asked?
To be as far away from me as possible,
be nothing at all, no where...
Can I be one of them... fly fast and be there?
Be lost somewhere?
Such levity and swiftness,
a castle in the darkness.
Such happiness and wilderness!
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Poet and Poetry...Darkly pickedMore Like This
one by one... on blue tissue, stitched
two by two weaved
intertwined and silky
these birds, these beating hearts, wildly
Poet and Poetry
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To thee...unknown... and Fake CollaborationMore Like This
To thee...
unknown...
without a name
shifting in shape
adrift, swift, left back in shame
Was it yesterday or today?
I can not say...
nor do I want to...
the petal I let go away
a part of me... apart
Green, red... forever blue
once alive, now just blanked, white
drip... drip... every blood drops and leaves
close and far... fly to the sky
like tears gone by
Just returning
to my fingers, bringing
something
close to heartbeating
could it be Spring?
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Under...Under...More Like This
the saturated sky evolving
with the passing slow hours
erratic clouds gather... conquering the horizon
assuming the shape and colours of wild flowers
their rare moister aroma
invading the air and every breath
I embrace the twilight's ending
becoming evening - within myself
webbed, between amber and water
liquefied in the wind
as the gold disappears
and darkness takes its place
under...
I am already incomplete, broken and shallow
with a grey halo mended deeply in my feathers
its thickness disables my flight, yet
I wait the stars to guide my fate
each imperfection, a jewel to take
If I fall... will anyone carve this in my gra
Cold... cold heart...You took the stars from the sky and went away with themMore Like This
leaving just the darkness behind
and me... alone and lonely, surrounded by the long shadows
Even... Heaven in tears grieves its losses upon my shoulders
Yet... I can not...
my mouth and eyes are dry... I can not scream or cry
Let so be it... the sky will weep my sorrows as its own
in grander gestures than just... me
First a river... then a sea of white shores of salt and tears
"Cold... cold heart -
says the non stopping rain, incessantly
dropping, so heavily
The sun comes up regardlessly
all its pain, cruising the horizon until the end
the rain keeps ever falling
Over my body - m
Yesterday and Today Yesterday,More Like This
I have written your name across the sky
Today,
I do not remember your face
Even though,
I have tried... I try so hard
Was it a day,
or a life that passed?
There's a creature doing shadows
with its hands reaping my memory
erasing, scrabbling deeper and deeper
leaving the nothingness behind
except these...
resembling some kind of skin
these bird-hands-shadows
too elongated to be real
While I am laying on - dormant
Excitable tulips explode in the fringe fields
like multicoloured clothes,
hanging out to dry on eroded ropes
in the relentless wind
as my hair scattered over
sheets and
The LicornsThe green aquarium of your eyesMore Like This
slides into the sea dissolving
with the nocturne rain, falling
mixing your pain and the shifting water
... mending it
As phantom creatures of the deep blue
they earn winged fins to fly
and find in the liquid sky
jewels dancing in the movement of tides,
bathing on the moonlight
The reef is a shining constellation
where you are, its most amazing star reflection
Don't cry, hidden, behind the dark red coral walls
come with me and see
riding the crystal waves and foam
the licorns speeding and singing
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WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS...Seek me not in the grave serenaded shallow,More Like This
or by the mood of blades bleeding rust,
but when the Sky descends onto your soul
caressingly open, and Solitude quivers with
a nocturnal pitch you have not discovered yet,
I will come to you when the Moon has drunk
the wine and her halo eclipses your deepset
thoughts, I will be the reverie you seek
when you gaze into the Twilight-whispering
for your recovery from the Sorrow that embroiders
your Spirit into a rainy-hued evanescence,
I will be there-when the last of the dew
dries into a Dream, silvery thawed like
the Shadows that bask in my temperate gaze.
When the lotus seduces the Stars to leave
t
BLOODY TEARSIn the Day I've worn a thousand faces,More Like This
each one chips away at my soul and leaves me
searching to turn my Fear into another trinket
less Fragile, I must gather together my broken
pieces before others can see how often I bleed
-sometimes not so prettily, but always it's a
delicasy-I feel so exposed in the Day, I feel
threatened by people and the eyes of society
that look down on me from malevolent Skies,
I know they would murder my insanity with a
conventional dose of sanity if they had the
chance, I know they would sterilize my bloody
quill, I make them uncomfortable it's true,
I see how they shudder when I stumble...
I must take care to cry
The KeyUseMore Like This
the
Key
to
be
Someone
else
through
Poetry
Use
the
Key
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be
Yourself
through
Poetry
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Away From Sorrows...Crossing over the meadowsMore Like This
away from sorrows
looking for jewels in the flowers
as they are blazing between the grasses.
Noon is past and evening is coming fast
I do not know if this is going to last that long
the wings are growing on my back
craving for the winds to turn into obsidian dark blue.
The twilight is translucent to my tired eyes
wishing for new skies
trading the old green fields
for the stars and their dark shadows
away from sorrows...
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As Time Went By...The windless fingers of the DeathlessMore Like This
touched His warm soft skin, His love bare and weightless
plunged Him into the silver mists of Darkness
into the depths of her own stillness
and waited... (as time went by)
His eyes to turn into pale blue stars,
iris filled by the endless tapestries of comet's tails
with wild rivers running - burning bright trails
and the milky way shifting, to a violet whiteness
finally, He whispered... (as time went by)
Not to the Immortal Goddess,
not to her galaxies and infinite grace,
or the Moon crystalline weaved in lace.
He asked for Me...
He called My name... (as time went by)
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AcellThere are many nourishing gifts that are to be found deep in the dark, cold places that we most fear.More Like This
Nothing comes to creation without some destruction and that sometimes to solve a mystery we must enter the darkness.
Having the ability to rule over the aspects of ourselves that are terrifying in the extreme is infinity.
Somewhere in the darkness the stars shine. In the abyss of blackness the galaxy never ends.
To thee...unknown... and Fake CollaborationMore Like This
To thee...
unknown...
without a name
shifting in shape
adrift, swift, left back in shame
Was it yesterday or today?
I can not say...
nor do I want to...
the petal I let go away
a part of me... apart
Green, red... forever blue
once alive, now just blanked, white
drip... drip... every blood drops and leaves
close and far... fly to the sky
like tears gone by
Just returning
to my fingers, bringing
something
close to heartbeating
could it be Spring?
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Sweet KissesWithout you,More Like This
I am a fish out of water,
a word with no letters,
a rose with no petals.
I am a zombie,
robbed of my life.
Happiness only served
on a platter of memories.
Won't you please
come back,
so you may color my cheeks
and feed me sweet kisses?
Um Passeio No ParqueOs candeeiros do parque estão replectos de diamantesMore Like This
gotas cristalinas de água cintilante e ondulante
reflectindo as estrelas balouçantes
e em breve também a Lua,
apresenta a sua brilhante majestade
nas cores nubladas da noite
Faces, máscaras... ramos, folhas...
detêm a mesma antiga-intocada, bela simetria
embora possuam idiomas e formas diferentes
reflectem idênticas sombras, em tudo semelhantes
no ninho das altas gramíneas
onde as rosas crescem livremente
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FRIDAYI'm standing here just looking trough my soul mirror.What a wonderful mirror!;More Like This
crystal, hand made crystal, a masterpiece.
I see there, my hair, my black long hair who can sorround softly your arms, but your arms are so busy!
I see there, my eyes, my hazel eyes, so deeply clear, who can wrap with cashmere touch your thoughts, but your thoughts are so far away...
I see there my lips, my rose lips, who can whisper in your ears all the magic music ever exist,but your ears are so deaf!
I see there all my love, my everlasting,bright love, who can enchant your life, but your life...
Amazed, I see you, through my perfect crystal mirror,asking:
A Moment in Timea moment in time,More Like This
unusual, unnatural... immortal...
a late Winter dew freezes everything
waiting for the awakening of the soon Spring
not completed night nor yet dawning
an opaque veil of haze stands floating
between the starless heaven
and the almost shapeless earth
seen by no one else's eyes but mine
for the skylarks break their yet not accomplished sleep
and start their flying and singing in the breezeless air
shortly, above the soft curtains of tall, wild,
flowerless grass... as they pass...
with wings, wands or angels hands
moving, undulating the stalks at their will
as a clouded wind or a river stream... or even a dream
my reaso
3am TrainOur discussions endedMore Like This
always, it seemed
with the 3am train
and the stubborn, falling rain
burying, appeasing, diluting
almost all of our pain
slashing our life noises
being extinguished...
defying our bitter screams to quietness
deafened by rumors of anger growing
crawling over the corners, walls and floor
closing each door
tearing us apart,
reaping our minds and heart
these dark moths resting
where we once were
and love is breaking away
running away
from us day by day
on the ghostly hangar
of the 3am train
there is no more blessed rain
only pain...
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Dark DreamHideMore Like This
the moon inside
your pocket
full of dark clouds
Dive
in its depths
now, a blanket
made of black shrouds
Swim
with no regret
to the left
where there is no light
Dim
across an obsidian arc
where the stars were once
... so white
Lay down
beneath and play
the way
between above and under
Surrender your breath
forever
as an everlasting stream
Bender of my dream
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Nature SoundsThe owls keep challengingMore Like This
themselves and each others,
repeating ancient melodies
only known by some
reaching for the endless skies
Countless drifting stars
and comets travelling far
shimmering, crossing,
kissing the moon face, smiling
saying - Hello and goodbye...
Slowly,
the night is dying
bound to the first dawning bright
soon followed by
carriages of sunlight
Flocks of crows leave the ground
for higher places than mere grass
they too with a greeting sound
as they pass flying
over the woods
The trees dance with a brief
inclination and grace
following the mid season
changing breeze
a declaration of wonder and magic
"if you please"
Wings of GlassCarrying wings of glassMore Like This
every time they pass
nor birds or human kin
just lonesome creatures of the grim
to be heart broken, they are waiting
in the blue dew that don't stops falling
shattered pieces in the morning
memories of tears or melted stars, glowing
as night skies drops
their dark veils
in earth's inclination
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The Twilight and The NightOh, TwilightMore Like This
thy Darkened Bride is arrived
crowned with the Jewels of the Night.
Leave for her the lukewarm Light
of thy cloak of coloured rainbows
weaved after the tears of clouded skies.
Never was, the mirrored Moon, so bright
with fearless sails, unfurled
might love be as endless as her embrace.
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All is Quiet... Again...The light flickers...More Like This
whitens and soon swallows
its own glow, disappearing in the shadows
so pale by now
a moth-breath... and nothing more
deflecting its slow beating wings
an effacement at the hands of winds
in a movement almost immaculate
somehow undetectable, unheeded... lost
I wake to listen this distant sound
the sea echoes in my ears
fades in the tide waves
of my bare fingers shielded
tight against each others, until they ache
Each one a porcelain shell,
each one a tear... a pearl...
a vowel, searching for a word,
one that makes sense
Dropped in the plain paper,
harsh-white and soft-blue
Chiselled in the center of the heart
blood-scu
The Blue Mirror - Part 19"What exactly is an Immortal?" Dan asked the Golden One. It had taken him only a short while to grow accustomed to the shadon T'shil, but this was far stranger. It-he spoke like a person, and Hawk and Earth both treated him like he was completely normal, but Dan couldn't stop staring at him.More Like This
"We have existed since the beginning of time, Dan. That is all," the Golden One smiled.
Looking into the fire where Hawk was dropping small pieces of dried meat into a pot of vegetable broth, Dan asked, "So you can't die?"
Snatching a piece before it was added to the boiling liquid, Earth popped it into his mouth. "Oh, he can die, but not from age or i
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of
How the Phelps Failed His MissionEveryoneMore Like This
In the U.S.
Were a glad lot…
But the Phelps
Who lived in eastern Kansas,
Was NOT!
The Phelps loathed gays! The gay population!
Now, please don’t ask why. There is just speculation.
He might have seen them as a social deviance.
It could be he had a gay experience.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that bitter hate had consumed him all.
But,
Whatever the reason,
The past or his hate,
He stood in his Kansas home, very irate.
Staring down from his sofa, with a sour, Phelps glare
At the love and tolerance that lighted the air.
For he knew every person in the country there
Was living and let live
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.More Like This
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon
Sob as EstrelasEnquanto permanecemos deitados sob as estrelasMore Like This
os ursos hibernam e sonham com o dourado mel
lembram-se do reluzente sol agitado
como um espelho nos seus corpos
embalados na melodia das folhas e do vento
o rio desliza, corre, parte em cascatas
percorre caminhos antigos aberto a novos rumos
Aquiescentes sob a Lua formamos um arco pleno
a neve aquieta-se, qual manta diáfana sobre a nossa pele
cristais revelados em máscaras de cerâmica
retêm o calor do verão sob as pestanas
não são lágrimas dormentes, são lagos quentes
onde mergulhamos desde sempre
as estações passam e nós f
The Move of The Emeraldsthey are on the moveMore Like This
the Emeralds
inside the womb of trees
freeing themselves
between old branches a new foliage
a multitude of greens upon greens
precise and precious, such treasuries
blossoms, then fruits and seeds
a fall of Acorns concealed among the hollyhocks
ferns, clovers and morning glories
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Where the Dragons Nests are FreeWhere the Dragons Nests are FreeMore Like This
There was a place on the Highlands...
of remote and inhospitable lands
where only dragons dared to live
because no Man could
and yet so...
dreams were being born in their nests
with the wings of the Mighty Ones
rulers of tongue and fire
spreading their love above the far clouds
the same way that the moonlight
poured from the heavens, weeping softly
caressing the somber valleys,
providing them with green forests
and immortal coloured flowers
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White WolfWhat makes a wolf white?More Like This
The snow?
The light?
Its heart, an everlasting glow?
Perhaps you wonder, but this is the only truth I know
Mystery holds the dark of Night
And unfolds to freedom, this soul, a new star in its grow
Mystery makes a wolf white!
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The Fall BeginsIts manes waved gently in the season's breezeMore Like This
embracing the late Summer, becoming Autumn
Dryads whispering... their rain whishing's
a mix of white-golden hair
and an old scent of petals danced the air
turning and turning... faes, seeds and wings
enjoying the last warm of Sun and light
The first drop came and fell touching its horn
and so it began The Fall...
trees sung their departing leaves,
trapped in a coloured spell
Its shook the manes again,
paws tapping the ground
ready to start racing for the hills
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Face Time - CollaborationMore Like This
**It began with a thought,
a goddess vision,
a mind holding desires of time and space
grasping for the same gold that stars are made of
dust glowing and matter floating
a whisper across dark and light, almost a kiss
a inner glance to death and life, almost a creation**
A Winter's TaleWinter's tale came with a cloak covering skinMore Like This
a white so pure that even Stars feel compelled to sing
crystal jewels keep their gentle, endless falling
until a sudden stop above my eyes and breath, duelling
against my hair in a silver and red intertwining...
What a crown I have, what a queen I'm willing
to be... a frost of wind, breaking,
a set of drops glowing in the dawning
within the hands of Sun I'm melting
water and haze I'm becoming
like Love ever changing
in this new independent state of green
that all these other people call Spring
I'm wishing...
the pa
A Bush of Wild RosesNo, the roses will never grow, there or here,More Like This
where violets have found their rest
among the free grasses and trees
thy wolves will not share their tears
in this field overwhelmed by Winter's silence,
they simply pass me by or stay a while,
but I know they don't last...
soon they'll leave for the highlands,
running away in their nature wild
In my mistake I first thought
they were always crying to the wind
when actually they'll sing
the Moon and stars glowing
the snow that keep coming
relentless, of what Spring might yet, bring
as sure as the new born morning,
they know that in time; it will come
... one day in my lapses
Just Standing as a WordI was absorbed into the great darkness,More Like This
I was reduced to nothing,
so insignificant and empty,
I was stillness, coldness and lonelyness
how could I know, no words, no more
no light, to glow, no more
no memory of thee...
All things flows in space
dark navigators and stars
even bareness and sadness
everything changes... nothing stays forever
like forever never really is... a catching breath
and I that was captive, I was finally free
as paper petals filled with poetry
Butterfly Inkshe writes her words in ink or dust from butterfliesMore Like This
as she dances her fingers around them
letting them in the sky, to freely flow
in the green hills and fields, to grow
escaping onto magic, beating slowly their wings
they seem to be golden, but they are not
they are far more precious in their glow
treasures and secrets that only faes must know
Quebra No TempoOs teus dedos tocam a transparência do tempoMore Like This
prendendo-me, na aveludada noite
é uma armadilha, mas não me importo, eu estou bem,
enquanto estás aqui...
As elipses de estrelas no entanto não param
indo e vindo, as suas aranhas mágicas, tecendo
iluminando a escuridão com a sua suave radiância
ameaçando, a membrana do meu horizonte
Observo o teu rosto adormecido no meu travesseiro
o teu sonho, vestindo o meu
o alvorecer que chega das profundezas
querendo a manhã
Este súbito sentimento, rouba-me a insónia
gela-me a pele, de pé, um fantasma dentro... crescente
uma l
Paraiso PerdidoMacio como uma coroa de trevosMore Like This
o silêncio vem de onde a água
dobra e adormece, escoando longinquamente
Milhares de seixos multicolores
aqui… tropeçam e sonham
e criaturas fantásticas param para admirar
A bela e duradoura verdura
joalharia translúcida de espelhos
espantada com o seu próprio reflexo
Tais encantos despertados
de magia cintilante
sob o meu olhar, enquanto me preparo para voar
Todo o dia, as coisas selvagens saem para brincar
por isso, fico um pouco mais, a observar
até a escuridão o meu caminho tapar
Sonho também, sob o luar
através do raio que atravessa a no
1.0"Once upon a time, there lived a queen in a world of mirrors and deception, a queen with gray eyes of steel..."More Like This
Grace isn't sure what she wants to do with her life. At one point in her childhood she'd aspired to become a writer, but that dream faded soon after she realized the ridiculous ambiguity of her writing, her inability to clearly convey countless ideas and stories through the written word. So now she has no ambition whatsoever. Her days are wasted on bulimia-like education at a place called 'school,' as she sees no other way to spend her time.
Math class. "Hello? Grace?" A whiny voice buzzes into her ear. Grace stares ahead at the c
Kindness is a StrangerKindness is a strangerMore Like This
a heart made of amber
running, always running after
something that is never there
the streets and woods where
he is walking
searching
without finding
passing right through
me and you
...
Don't be a stranger
be kind!
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A heart of a poetHello to all my beautiful friendsMore Like This
For those of you who wonder why I'm not writing lately, well I'm working on a poem, finally I got inspired
Andmy baby is moving inside
It is an amazing feeling to feel him kicking and stretching inside me
Time for our feature, been doing some reading, found some amazing poems againof course these beautiful poets need your support. For those who are featured, try to read these gorgeous poems, give them some love, comments
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Holiday Card Project 2012More Like This
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out to patients.
The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is simple: do something nice for others. However, if you're looking for even more incentive, every deviant who submits a card will be given a free one-month Premium Membership to deviantA
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