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tidbit #11
nocturnal sleep - the anxiety before your heart beats eternally worrying counting sheep
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tidbit #10
everything has already been said but not by everybody yet
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tidbit #9
you cannot save what wants to break-
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Vom Leid der Menschen
Ich finde nichts am Treiben auf den Straßen, Den Parolen, Propaganda, wehend Fahnen. Ich bin glücklich hier so lang es geht, Und wach ich auf, ist es mein Herz das weht- Denn dort droben überm Wolkenmeer, Wo Götter trohnen zwischen Trümmerbergen Aus Gas und Licht, dem Himmel leer Und wo aus großen Städten Miniaturen werden, Da schlag ich auf mein Zelt im Traum. Ungestört, in lufter Höh, zieh ich meine Bahnen; Genieße geistig Freiheit Frieden Raum Wo Epen, überlebensgroß, ihren Ursprung nahmen. Was hat das Leben, das es hier nicht gibt? Es gibt Regen, freilich, doch steh ich dr
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tidbit #8
the world moves on so fast with every step, we outpace the past-
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tidbit #7 (German)
Bordsteinschwalben- können nicht fliegen
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tidbit #6
donuts are like wedding rings- only without the proposing.
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Iustitia
I named you Iustitia. I see you every morning; me, on my way to work, and you, on your bench near the train station. Your name is Iustitia, but you do not quite look like her. Instead of sword and scale you carry cigarettes and cheap wine- you smell of it. Every morning I see you perched on the same old bench, always looking worse than the day before. And daily, on my way to work, I watch you fade, ever so slowly, fade away. Never taking notice, you consider me just another passerby. And you will sit on your bench when I come back from work. Your once red rain coat on, the bottle of wine will be gone. The feeling of remorse, though will h
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leaving home
silently, I go, tip-toe every step a whisper no sound shall dare disturb you in your sleep no rattling and no battling of keys resisting locks toes tripping, they keep tossing space by space between you and me reaching out for places far woe by woe I leave behind unbent, unspent I leave with nothing but good memories.
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tidbit #5
life is simple- mankind found its purpose making things complicated.
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tidbit #11
nocturnal sleep - the anxiety before your heart beats eternally worrying counting sheep
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Iustitia
I named you Iustitia. I see you every morning; me, on my way to work, and you, on your bench near the train station. Your name is Iustitia, but you do not quite look like her. Instead of sword and scale you carry cigarettes and cheap wine- you smell of it. Every morning I see you perched on the same old bench, always looking worse than the day before. And daily, on my way to work, I watch you fade, ever so slowly, fade away. Never taking notice, you consider me just another passerby. And you will sit on your bench when I come back from work. Your once red rain coat on, the bottle of wine will be gone. The feeling of remorse, though will h
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leaving home
silently, I go, tip-toe every step a whisper no sound shall dare disturb you in your sleep no rattling and no battling of keys resisting locks toes tripping, they keep tossing space by space between you and me reaching out for places far woe by woe I leave behind unbent, unspent I leave with nothing but good memories.
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Senryu #30
your face a void I draw a smile on it label you happy
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moribund, yet writing
the oldest of clichés, and timeless, is emotion, and though moribund's the writer that faces faces contempt has filled, what hurt has urged your pen to write what words of grief haved marked your craft, what air that's not pregnant with its stain? it matters not - lest to say: draw inspiration from your misery; write and write and never stop until you're deeply satisfied. the wheels of time will keep on milling, forgotten will be your enemies. they weren't meant to stay forever, enjoyed all that rosy time. in poems, in books, in notes, you wrote, in everything that escaped your throat, your memory will last eternally. and if it doesn'
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Tanka series, 2
i. an old oak's heart beats its sound echoes through the woods void of means to speak        it thumps still as if to say:        my kith, my kin, breathe. ii. bees hum happily gardens burst back into life and winter takes leave        concrete streets cut asunder        give room for life to blossom. iii. asters line the tracks where Spring has set her foot nature's perfume sprawls        halcyon days these are        serendipitous, she crows.
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to my parents
they were heroes maybe, at their time; now they are leaves that as we grow fall; as hue turns from green to red, to orange, then fade to black, we grow, until we too become heroes, of another time, that slowly dwindles with every leaf falling down, to fertilise the soil we grew on, for another tree to grow, more branches to reach out, new leaves to burst- in life.
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Tanka series, 1
i. mud like freckles a garden bursting into life dreams, cast aside -            greatness arises silently;            tangible, if searched for. ii. mirrors break thousand pieces scatter like humans do -            burning, yearning, desiring            Ikarus greets knowingly. iii. roads meander look at me, I am walking treading my way home -            fools believe there's gold            waiting, hidden there; iv. craving wealth no stone is left unturned groat ripped apart -            silently, lest to disturb            I tread onwards, home. v. my house's a palace a dome of pleasing solitude no rattling, no fuss,        
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Senryu #29
passersby frown - a hobo tries to fetch coins concrete cracks resist
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thoughts of one passing by
the colours stride as morning peaks in golden plight it reignites and bathes the world in solemn light ebon tusks of morning dew pierce the viewer's eye, so slowly they dwindle before the rising warmth a rustling goes there, whisp'ring tales of ancestry unsung; it goes they have taken place right beneath these cherry trees there, like countless blades of grass I bow my head before your grace, my dear in a sea of nature's beauty I only twitch so much as once and twice and thrice you slice my chest with a blade as thin as grass; your face untroubled, still, unchanged, and watching as I scatter, and mix with the morning dew so many tales
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Red Moon
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Welcome Insanity
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Band Icon - Neverending Confusion
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Snowy Mountains
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Lovely Cliche
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Lovely Pets
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Family Portrait - Mom 2
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Raptor and Toilet equals Fail
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Exploding Heart
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Never sleep never die.. oil on linen
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James...oil on linen
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detail..Rapper's delight..oil paint
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Self portrait..oil paint
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Lovelorn.. oil paint
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Darla..oil on linen
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AUTUMN..oil on linen
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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied
  • Mar 29, 1993
  • Germany
  • Deviant for 9 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio


Hello fellow deviants,



I am not going to lose an exasperating amount of words on how I 'need poetry to breathe' or 'to feel alive', but it indeed is my biggest passion and follows me everywhere.

Make sure to check out DailyLitRecognition, a group dedicated to showcasing the best literature on deviantART, and the connected group LitRecognition. You can find a list of suggestion admins there that feature the best of dA in the group.


Cheers,

Matt


Favourite Visual Artist
Alfons Mucha, Salvador Dali, Francis Bacon
Favourite Movies
Pulp Fiction, Fight Club, About Time
Favourite TV Shows
None
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Fatboy Slim, The Prodigy, Marilyn Manson, Aphex Twin
Favourite Books
The Dark Tower
Favourite Writers
Stephen King, H.P. Lovecraft, E.A. Poe, Joseph Delaney
Tools of the Trade
Pen, Fineliner, Pencil
Other Interests
Reading, Music, Skateboarding

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BiscuiteerHobbyist Digital Artist
You're still around buddy? Glad to see you've been well. I wonder what you've been up to?
ArtCrusadeHobbyist General Artist

Hey mate! Yeah I'm still up and about this site. It's been an awful long time since I've done something creative to post here, but for old time's sake I'm logging in once a day at least to see if there's something new. :)

Been leading a pretty busy life recently. I have a good job since Jan this year and finally moved out of the shared flat I was living in for 3 years. Having your own place is the best. :P Other than that, just living life. How have you been, friend? :)

BiscuiteerHobbyist Digital Artist
That's great to hear. I have been pretty well myself, been building on my independence over time and am currently building towards a career change. I'd say I am on the right path, just will take some time. However I can also say that like you I haven't been able to get my creative juices flowing, but I still think about it pretty regularly. Well, if you ever get back into your writing i'll be here to take a look. I hope to see you stick around!
ArtCrusadeHobbyist General Artist
I'll get back into the mood sometime. Just so caught up with work and private life, there's little time to think about poetry these days.
Personal independence is the best thing. Been going through phases myself and I know how hard to achieve that can be. Great goal to work towards. Kept me up and running. 
I'll be sticking around here and check my messages at least once a day. I have a folder of places I visit and skip through on a daily basis! So see you around and hope to hear from you soon!
LegolasPantherHobbyist Writer
Hey,
It's been awhile, hope you're doing good 😄😄
ArtCrusadeHobbyist General Artist
Oh! You! :D Yes, it def has been a long while, but this guy here's still around. Haven't written anything in forever, though.
Happy belated birthday