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Lady and the Roses

All

403 deviations
Lady and the Roses

Featured

52 deviations
Red Moon

Visual Art

65 deviations

lost melodies (Levianelle)

petal after petal dies to the blight where I lay down my tears for another night. grimly raging towards the mourning sky a little seedling grows in dismal light. its afterglow induced into my sleep from a drawer stuffed with broken melodies. hid beneath socks and shorts, and buried quite deep, petal after petal dies to the blight; each petal a ferry, ever ready to fly, but melt to shreds before the sun's blazing light. they were time's physical sweep, yet their scent fades to pale memories, silently leaving as I sleep. where I lay down my tears for another night, no augur could scry what awe-clad plant will writhe in the light of my con

My Own Forms

13 deviations

lost melodies (Levianelle)

petal after petal dies to the blight where I lay down my tears for another night. grimly raging towards the mourning sky a little seedling grows in dismal light. its afterglow induced into my sleep from a drawer stuffed with broken melodies. hid beneath socks and shorts, and buried quite deep, petal after petal dies to the blight; each petal a ferry, ever ready to fly, but melt to shreds before the sun's blazing light. they were time's physical sweep, yet their scent fades to pale memories, silently leaving as I sleep. where I lay down my tears for another night, no augur could scry what awe-clad plant will writhe in the light of my con

Villanelles

14 deviations

Sonnet #15 (Kyrielle)

I know I'll miss you evermore. You left me here, my heart all torn. We see us every now and then, Yet I'd rather fall in love again. There's still that sparkle in your eye Maybe we deserve just one more try? Belike it will all be in vain, Yet I'd rather fall in love again. I'm sure there will come the day That a new love will cross my way. I know I might sound quite inane, Yet I'd rather fall in love again. I know I'll miss you evermore, But I'd rather fall in love no more.

Sonnets

16 deviations

Something... Something... (Tritina)

Love, may I have your little something? I need something... something I can hold, clasp with fingers thin, something... that will last. My legs are so weary, they find no hold, seek to tread ways that man only treads last; so please give me something to hold... something... that I can hold 'til my last, with snarled teeth and sharp claws I try to hold your little thing...this thing... your thing-something... Please give me your little something to hold... give me... your heart to hold until my last...

Sestine

5 deviations

The Chronicles of Dastard the Bastard Chapter 1

~ This is the story of Dastard, the Bastard, A goddamn bastard who was by type quite dastard. By that I mean he was a coward's son; A scaredy-pants if there ever was one. Although thinking never was his prominent part, He was one to like thinking himself smart. Yet, was it not for drinking and his impeccable luck, The world would hold one less ugly duck. I don't really know him, only know him by name, Knowing his story though is by fact no shame. When I lead you through the chronicles of his, Decide for yourself if you judge him a genius, or whiz. ~ It all began one whiskey-clad afternoon In the Drunken Rat, the town's shabbiest saloon.

Couplets

13 deviations

Steffie's Roundel #1

My world is tinted in pink hue -  I laugh, I love, I walk on air, Since an angel came in my view:  -- Honey, it was you. You made me calm and debonair,  Which I accept without ado - Instead, send you a loving glare. And you accept that I'm askew,  A brittle self that needs much care. If I was saved, then this is true:  -- Honey, it was you.

Roundels

5 deviations

tidbit #8

the world moves on so fast with every step, we outpace the past-

Free Verse

97 deviations

Senryu #30

your face a void I draw a smile on it label you happy

Haiku and Shorts

62 deviations

Written Word (Inversionmeter)

Written word is a promise come true, emotions soak lifeless thread. Say, does it really matter whether the page is full or empty? A blank page is a solemn promise to limn worlds with fantasy. Say, does it really matter whether the page is full or empty?

Concrete

22 deviations

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

German

20 deviations

Insanity

Excerpt from a conversation between Jebediah Morrow and his friend and companion Marc Miller. ~ "Insanity, my dear friend Marc? You want to know about insanity?" Marc nodded from his chair. "It is something that has bothered me for quite some time now, Jebediah. What must it feel like to lose your mind? Do you know?" Jebediah, who had sat comfortably in one of his old armchairs rose to his feet. He treaded over the heavy rug which covered the parquet, down towards the window. Following the birds with his eyes he said: "Insanity, Marc. If you had known just as little as 'something' about it, you would not have dared ask." He turned around

Prose

6 deviations

Experience and Knowledge: Where's the line?

    Sometimes, it is enough to know that you know. There is no urge to go through pain in order to gain experience, for it comes naturally with life - like anything else. That is the essence of life in a sense. If one truly appreciated life for what it is, he would be satisfied by living in the moment, not in the possible experience that it carries. Of course, we learn from mistakes. The failures of others may sometimes meet our malicious joy at times, less so if it is our own foot that steps into a muddy puddle. And to a certain degree, that is perfectly alright. We delve in the joy that it did not happen to us, not in the fact that someone

Essays

1 deviation

The Six Senses: Audio

~ Audio ~ I can hear the world's heart beat: it suggests the rhythm at which I should live my life. I can hear the elders whisper: I listen to their myths and tales, to words of wisdom likewise - their words are a comforting hand that rests on my shoulder. I can also hear the music: I see golden notes dance on the moon; they spin and spin in even rows. I start an admiring watcher then join them; fly to their silver ball. And I can hear you sing: Your tongue lashes up and down; produces words of passion, words of love. I send my prayer to you, Audio  - Goddess of Music - send my prayer to the clouds above.

Compilations

2 deviations

summer rain

don't you know I died for you like the dust in summer rain? only to be reborn by the blazing sun and autumn storms. we were still the same when winter came; molten iceflakes on icy planes. but like summer only lives to flee    (too fast) our love slipped off on silent feet - it died like the dust in summer rain, only to be reborn again.

Love Poetry

23 deviations

That's me when I fall

Can you see a broken heart?  shatters crimson red. Can you see a disease within?  befoul veins with pest. Can you see the angels fall?  their tears bleed like the rain. No, of course you can't - but you can see me when I fall. Can you feel how dreams die?  all tainted black. Can you feel these ghostly hands?  fingers stroke your hair. Can you feel the light? it pumps through my veins. No, of course you can't - but you can see me when I fall. The shadow that falls on the sun - that's me when I fall. Abandoned promises; left to die - that's me when I fall. The teardrops that stain your skin - that's me when I fall. You can see me w

Songs and Lyrics

15 deviations

Mad Man Steve Ch. 3

Let us move back to where the story began; after Steve was punished, this poor mad man. He sat in the corner of his comfortable cell - Not wearing a straitjacket, but still not feeling well. Bruises were spread all over his face in red, blue and green, even purple in a case; and though his nose was not quite straight, worse were his eyes which looked like closed gates. But in spite of the inhuman maltreatment he received, he somehow managed to look quite relieved. He bared his teeth as if trying to smile, a cough escaping him every once in a while. "Better lose a few teeth than our chance to flee," said the voice inside his head which was

Darkness Come

6 deviations

Turn the Page (Go Vat)

Betwixt the hours nine and eight lies a story full of fate; waits for you to turn the page. Don't let it go to ruinous state, this one be one of heavy weight; wait not 'til you die of old age. Moments pass by; it's getting late. Remember that this fate is great - it waits for you to turn the page. It has waited for you 'til this date, so open up the book's proud gate; open up and turn the page.

Oriental

4 deviations

The Chronicles of Dastard the Bastard Chapter 1

~ This is the story of Dastard, the Bastard, A goddamn bastard who was by type quite dastard. By that I mean he was a coward's son; A scaredy-pants if there ever was one. Although thinking never was his prominent part, He was one to like thinking himself smart. Yet, was it not for drinking and his impeccable luck, The world would hold one less ugly duck. I don't really know him, only know him by name, Knowing his story though is by fact no shame. When I lead you through the chronicles of his, Decide for yourself if you judge him a genius, or whiz. ~ It all began one whiskey-clad afternoon In the Drunken Rat, the town's shabbiest saloon.

Humor

15 deviations
Lady and the Roses

Tidbits

12 deviations
Twisted Eye

Scraps

6 deviations