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Falling

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Falling

I wish I knew how to dream of falling. To feel the terror, the rush of air and adrenaline. I wish I could wake up and everything would be all right. Sit up in bed, lie back, stare at the ceiling thinking "It's over now." "Everything's going to be all right." Nothing's right any more. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold and I don't know how to put it back together. I don't know how to put myself back together. I think that's what they say is irony; For so long I was the catcher in the rye and maybe I still am, the one who holds friendships together holds people together holds lives together and eases the pain. Why is it

Teardrops on a Grave

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Teardrops on a Grave

The sky is crying. One friend, buried, two friends, watching. Wet leaves trampled underfoot, crushed into the soaking mire that is the cemetery. Naked trees, fingered branches reaching, grasping like the hand on the heart Heavy clothing, drenched, pressing on hunched backs Black, everywhere, clothing, armbands, veils. Far too much black. A dark mirror, the clouds weep. Teardrops fall on a grave.     A child clothed as a man speaks. "He was a good man."     Silence. "A good friend to all of us." "May he rest in peace."     Tension. Where from? The speaker shifts his eyes, searching for the source. Finds it         in the man beside

Soliloquy

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Soliloquy

Soliloquy By Nathan Coburn There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk and grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. ~William Cowper, The Winter Walk at Noon  Stand up. Three careful steps forward to the aisle; avoid the legs of the audience members who stand up as in salute. Twelve and a half steps to the raised pedestal at the front. Turn. A somber smile, a bow. Turn again to the front of the chapel. One step up to stand on the pedestal, two graceful strides forward, angle body and carefully slide between t

Lonely silence

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Lonely silence

Nobody told me. Nobody ever said. We never talked of how things might change, that people might change that we might change for better or worse. You laughed sometimes… (maybe I didn't, but you did) You never fought… (I remember how you cried when we did) Friends, we were. Comrades, we were. But comrades in what? What did we ever accomplish? Who can say. I left, they left, maybe you didn't. But we still fell apart. Maybe it wasn't even the fighting or the arguing or the disagreements or the spaces between us. Maybe we just saw that we weren't getting anywhere. You can't fly in this world if nobody else wants t

Fly Away

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Fly Away

Wings? I had them once, I think. I tried to soar with the rest, fly up until I couldn't breathe... So I flew and climbed until the clouds were but a memory. I couldn't fly any farther I turned back and saw the world. I saw the dying  the fear    the pain      the loss         the hunger          the anger            the cruelty              the lies It appeared before me as a dark maelstorm and I threw myself into its gaping maw. Swallowed by darkness, I let it consume me my wings hurt strained to breaking- so I tore them off and fell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A heart? I've heard that before... I

Foot of the Mountain

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Foot of the Mountain

 The man stood outside his towering obelisk of a building. The elaborate golden buttons on this suit coat flashed in the sun as he raised his head to observe the highest offices. "One day," he said to himself, "One day I will reach them." It seemed odd for such a man to speak thusly. He stood tall, dressed in a tailored suit with extravagantly monogrammed buttons. Though certainly imposing, his presence was less seen than felt; he exuded at all times an aura of calculation, aloofness, and power. When his blue eyes turned their piercing gaze upon you, he looked not at you but past you, and his strong jaw jutted out in a manner not impertin

Between me and you

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Between me and you

I fell asleep today in my house, after school. I sat down on my couch, while my brother played the piano I let the music wash over me and exhaustion overtook me. I awoke into a dream. I was with you, holding your hand, running with you through an eternal field. We laughed, and talked, and explored forever, and we held each other close as though it would never end. Then I awoke into the world. The rain poured down outside my window, and I looked out into the storm. I looked out, and I saw. A city, full of people, and cars and workers and walkers. A city full of maybe-dreamers. And I wanted to hold you in my arms, as though n

Lackadaisy - Patreon

Lackadaisy - Patreon

I've recently left my job in the game industry so that I could focus more of my time and attention on Lackadaisy.  Patreon is my weapon of choice in trying to see this to fruition. If more Lackadaisy comic updates, illustrations, tutorials, mini-comics, books and other things interests you, please do check it out! Notes on Character Design I received the question pictured below at my tumblr blog.  In case it's useful to anyone here, I decided to go ahead and use this otherwise dormant journal to share the article I put together in response. Character design and drawing are tome-sized topics and even if I had all the answers (I don't - I h
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  • May 30, 1994
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  • Deviant for 10 years
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My Bio
“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?”

Favourite Visual Artist
Shazzbaa, Sarah 'Pickles' Dill, and others
Favourite Movies
Inception
Favourite TV Shows
Firefly, Usagi Drop
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
U2, Matchbox 20, Ed Sheeran, Flaming Lips, Guster
Favourite Books
Le Petit Prince, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Favourite Writers
Jim Butcher
Favourite Games
League of Legends, Skyrim
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Pencil, paper, laptop, sometimes tablet
Other Interests
Backpacking, ultimate frisbee, MTG

New Story (Title TBD)

New Story (Title TBD)

Got an idea for a new story...I think it's something I can feel enough to write (actually, I have several ideas, but this one seems the most straightforward and developed). If I have time to get working on it I'll be posting it here in segments. Stay tuned, I guess.

Bizarre

Bizarre

I keep getting the feel like I want to draw something, but I don't draw well...maybe this means I should practice? I don't really know how to practice though, or what to draw. So I guess people give me suggestions of something to do, I've done enough of drawing my own characters. Speaking of which maybe I should post some concept stuff so there's actually some stuff on this page...

A Journal Entry

A Journal Entry

I don't know if this should be a journal entry or a poem, but I'll start with a journal entry I suppose... I don't have any escapes any more. When I was at school I had gaming, but now that I'm home the guilt is there all over again. I'm trying to get back into reading, but it's been so long I don't know if I remember how...and I'm old enough that the illusions have lost most of their beauty anyway. So what do I do now? I never feel at rest, I don't know how to relax. I only know how to escape, and how to fall. I think that's what it is; not stress or anything, just a slow form of falling that picks up speed over time until there's no way f

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Hey, your stuff is cool!

Would you mind too terribly if I use a couple of lines from "Falling", in one one of my pieces?
Yes, but if you want to use it for inspiration that's fine.
Hi, your fave made me glad!

In case you think to be truly interested in my future works in general, maybe it is easier if you +watch.

Ciao! :ahoy:
So you sounded good on monday. We have this week and three days before the pops. Show up every day (except thursday you're busy that day right?) pleaseeeeeee we need you there.
Oops, I lied. Not going to school tomorrow because I have to pack and stuff. Oh well.....
Hey, I just wrote a new deviation called The Chinatown Knights. It would be cool to hear your opinion about it.
soo... this is really late, but i wanted to thank you for the faves and the watch! i am really glad you liked my work!