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Pompeii
When our world finally explodes in a chaotic mix of ash and hellfire, I wonder how they will find our bones:               in a moment of panic, fighting for our last breath               or in the ruins of something beautiful.
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Ashes
These bridges were forged with careful consideration,             balancing the bounties they bestowed             with the vulnerabilities they created just to be destroyed with reckless haste,             myopic confidence leaving only a disfigured trace             of their fallacious foundations It never takes long to burn but the salvage can take a lifetime
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Valor
Some days, she is a sculpture:             carved into stone by saltwater floods and wildfires,             structures crumbled from earthquakes             and veins cracked open by avarice But most days, she is a composite:             crafted between the hands of biology and physics,             tissue paper flesh creased in four dimensions             and painted gold by cosmic rays
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Glitch
I cannot trust my own memories:            they shift between the different dimensions             and leave me with traces of lives that I have never lived.                        But I remember;                                                who. what. when. where. why. how.                                    Like a dream or a story,                                    where the protagonist is imaginary                                    and the enemy is a lesson. Except, no one else believes me.
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Impermanence
Men stagger between the living and the dead, courting their demise with an inherent persistence.            But Death is a temperate mistress;                        elusive in her conquests                        and merciful in her ferocity.            She chases the ephemeral love of mortals,            guiding them to their promised fates            just to comfort them for a brief moment.
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Psychosis
Crazy people cannot make autonomous decisions--          At least, that’s what they tell me          when they insert needles into my eroded arteries          and send lightning bolts through my skull.          They insist my memories are false,          that these methods will coax the demons from my eyes          and leave me with only the truth.          But I am still here, jumping between two realities;          like a breath escaping one lung          just to be trapped inside the other.                    --even when all they want is their freedom.
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Duplicity
Not all predators are natural, but that doesn’t stop them:             from hunting the soft curve             between your jawline and clavicle,             from hoping that you won’t notice             the murderous spark in their eyes They still offer the same comfort as a black widow, ready to strike when their good deed is done.
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Antiquity
I may not be religious,          but that does not mean I am untouched          when holy buildings burn and relics become lost          human history existed in those bones          and I am still human.
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Covet
I have touched blades forged of metal, stone, vegetation; the pain is always the same when it separates my flesh and leaves me to find a place along the rainbow:          flushed with hemoglobin          cyanotic from exsanguination          any and every color in between But not all wounds are physical, even if they course just as deep. Sometimes, all it takes is someone else’s good fortune to remind me of my own personal failings and leave me yearning for something better.
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Chicanery
I once believed you were the epitome of men:          the strength of Atlas          with a heart touched by Aphrodite but you were really no better than Dolos:          crafting an elaborate imitation of expectations          and passing it off as the real Aletheia
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Deja Vu
These minutes are intangible        strings of moments, all perfectly aligned        no left, no right, just looking back and moving forward And I think that I have lived this before        the same moment of a different life        along another timeline with its own endpoint But we are all stardust, rotating through the heavens        crushed between the ghosts of ourselves        no left, no right, just parallel races to the finish
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Immortal
I have existed forever          microscopic particles shifting          from one configuration                              to another and I am not afraid of dying          organic molecules decaying          from mass to energy                              then back again I am never created nor destroyed just always forgetting what I was before
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it's all i know
if loving too much is a crime put me behind bars and leave me there to die
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More questions than answers
god is reckless throwing question marks into everything.
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Untitled
i emerged skin scalded your impressions burned from my body
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Journey through space
Take me to where the stars ignite, To where gases and particles collide. Where fusion merges Earth with Skies, Take me to where the Truth lies. Carry me to the end of the Universe, To where lights and heat disperse. Where glaciers are hot and destiny unfolds Carry me to where the Truth holds. For still ignorant I am, and yet I kindle this hope in my heart That if the stars are to align I'll see the night come alight.
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Star-made eyes
When the reflection in the mirror plagues my day, And every inch of me appears so wrong, I think of cosmos that had made my DNA, Of shattered stars growing as my bones. And if the gleam of these unreachable forefathers, If why we can`t stop looking at the skies, Why can`t we see that smiting gleam in others, Ourselves, with our star-made eyes?
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The Gamble
And on the 8th day,     God said:        “Let everything be lost” And with a shake of a hand And the crackle of die It was
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Iris Projector
we left total whiteness to witness the hues of existence.
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Rage quit
Guess you can't lose           the game if you don't play           the game And I'm not sure if that's good or bad
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microaffections
she slips glycerin kisses betwixt the stitches of makeshift patchwork skin— they flitter past synapses like fireflies & dance behind the afterglow stereocilia quiver with silver-tongued promises half-whispered in the dark fingertips drift apart, love interstitial
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Butterfly, Breathe.
I have fallen behind. On my work. On my life. On this site. On everything. My research is growing exponentially and I am now answering to four different doctors in addition to my supervisor on various different projects with each.  I am also being drafted to help with the rollout for our new EHR system that is being implemented in the coming months.  I feel like I'm stretched so thin that I'm getting nothing done.  But, they're hopefully hiring a new girl for our department which should free me to work more on the research component of my tasks. I have neglected my poetry.  I have neglected reading poetry as well. This week's stress overl
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Butterfly, Don't Get Too Comfortable
Warning: This journal is barely more than a petty rant about first-world problems that my brain just can't seem to balance because overthinking is its specialty. -- I'm trying really hard to distract myself and not panic about all of the "what if's" that may be coming my way. My boyfriend is on his way home from a business trip in California.  A state that he has repeatedly stated he'd like to live in one day.  He was sent there to help out one of his employer's clients whose liaison had recently quit.  Yesterday, the client offered him a job. He's currently considering it, pending a conversation about salary and benefits.  And I am terri
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Butterfly, Great Things Are Coming
Well, my eagerness to volunteer for and tackle researching patient outcomes with our cataract surgery patients has now officially paid off.  In the coming weeks, I will be starting to work part time in the refractive clinic as their Research Coordinator.  Eventually it will likely become full time and my current supervisor will have to replace me.  But, I am so excited. I keep telling my boyfriend that I just want to get paid to make excel workbooks.  Now, I basically get to do exactly that. :)
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LaurenceLloyd|Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the watch)
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Thanks 4 the Llama Have one back :D
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Thank you so much for the watch (:
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Gunnut51|Hobbyist Artist
:llama:s X 2:
One for me,
One for you!
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Unreal-Forever|Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hi! :icondragonhi:
:iconthankyoujump::iconthankyoujump1::iconthankyoujump2: for the:iconllamajumpplz::icondragonhug:
I leave my Legendary Llamas:icondragonnod1:
Legendary Llamas by Unreal-Forever
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daveisquiet's avatar
this butterfly, has it a name, to flitter between life and death...it must be lovely....
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Eefera|Professional Writer
Thanks for the watch and fave!
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