Love is notLove is not very many things;More Like This
Love is not definable;
unconstrained by words
the waft and weave of language
leave her untouched and unchanged,
slide their supple nooses and nuances
around her neck, but fail to tie the knot.
Love is not rational;
unchained from reason
she runs free through fields
and moonlit groves in our imagination,
planting the dissenting seeds
that will grow into the ruling bowers of our minds.
Love is not defensible;
unassailable, what wants she for defence?
How could we shatter that high tower,
her ivory staircase where above all mortal sense
she sits on throne? How then can we defend her;
bereft of reason, she wants no defence, and begets none.
Love is not something one can deal with;
taking our hands,
she leads us in her dance,
and stumbling in our one-step two-step motions,
we are caught up altogether. She spins us on our heels,
and if we are lucky, she won't ever let us stop.
Love is not caught in those thousand little moments,
not tied to those tho
telling a sad story backwards-17.More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
fragranthe was an unscented,More Like This
Ivory soap kind of guy
who liked white socks
faintly tinged with Clorox
so when she drifted into
his life like a hint of mimosa
on a summer breeze,
he was unprepared
for mornings fragrant
with the tang of lemongrass
and brown-sugared figs
nights redolent with cherry
blossoms, herb-tinged eucalyptus,
but he learned that
sometimes life demands
hearts as intertwined
as tangled vines and lives
chaotic with living
of loving without fear
even when afraid
Slipping AwaySpeak to me.More Like This
Tell me a story. Whisper a poem.
Remind me of an appointment. Comment on the weather.
Speak to me when you don't know I can hear you.
Recite to me a soliloquy. Leave your scent on my pillows.
Dessine-moi un mouton. Appelez-moi votre petit chouchou.
Speak to me when you're anything but happy.
Spit venom at me when we've both done wrong. Solemnly report news I don't want to hear.
Wet my shoulder when you don't understand. Muse to me under the stars.
Speak to me when I need it the most.
Kiss words of encouragement on my disheartened cheek. Rub my back when my burdens are too heavy.
Hold me when they come to get me. Let me know that you're always there.
Speak to me.
Because I'm forgetting what you sound like.
Using HTML on deviantARTMore Like This
Hello and welcome to my little html tutorial. I've been working with html codes for a couple of years and I'm going to teach you what I know about using some basic html on deviantART. This won't make you a html expert or something and I'm not an expert myself but it will give just enough knowledge to make your journals, comments, news articles and other neat and lovely looking.
deviantART actually has FAQs about html but I still wanted to do this because they look a bit unorganized, in my opinion. Also, why would you want to look for those FAQs when you can just open this news article where you have everything in one place?
You may already know some of these, but I hope you'll find at least something helpful in this news article.
Some basic html
Bold text: <b>insert text here</b>
Result: Example text
This html code will work in: journal entries, group blogs, comments, artist's commen
Silly Little SallySilly little Sally was a happy childMore Like This
she played all day and laughed so wild
Life was just a game and she the queen:
misery and suffering, she had never seen
But we must all grow up, and Sally as well
so even she had to open her eyes and realize:
the world is hell
Silly little Sally played with a knife,
Silly little Sally didn't want her life
The world was far too much for her to bear
she would die by her own hand, she could swear
But dying is so hard when you're alone
she wanted someone with her when she would fall
from her golden throne
Silly little Sally bought herself a shotgun
and jollily laughed, 'cause this would be fun
She skipped, merrily singing, down the street
and made everyone fall dead by her feet
Silly little Sally reloaded and shot them all down
their bodies became a landscape; their intestines
her bloodstained crown
Silly little Sally, no one could her blame
it wasn't she, but the world that had gone insane
She was the flawless queen of all mankind
her divine majesty to