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Of Pomegranates
If only angels looked upon our love,
But how they'd smile, giggling at us,
At this, though common, sighing from above;
Beauty's contained and found in all things just,
Delighting in the pomegranate's seed,
For you alone the meaning's not of lust,
For you, a mistress to your passion's need,
Admitting vulnerability,
Have taken comfort following in my lead.
Through moments of joy and uncertainty,
Euphoria and pain become our worlds,
And we revel or cry in commonality;
At night, unfettered, lie we both unfurled
In nylon, silk, and satin ecstasy,
As the master-mistress in our thoughts we're curled;
If only all life was such fantasy,
We'd still be standing high above the cove,
Instead, with trust our guide, we plunge towards destiny.
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Journey Through the Unknown
what is this folly so carelessly knighted by
way of a thrusting of swords through the heart's vessels?
washing the hands of attendants in blood from wounds
openly spewing from fountains of youthfulness;
end of a figure transfers to another the
hopelessness cloaking all efforts for change men try
bringing to earth, which has changed but position in
space and in time as it looms from eternal rest;
trapped in expiring forms which in dirt will lie
evermore now and forever consumed by all
worms and all plants which will grow to contented die,
how can a soul ever dream to achieve the moon?
still it will come with all reason and thought denied,
still it believes that the sun will be grasped but soon.
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A warm breeze rushes from the sea
Fantastic in its multiple facets
Of grey, red, and blue,
of a dim light from the lighthouse
shining through the palpable fog,
The sun gleams with its last rays
Upon the ever-changing movement of waves
And patterns of tides reaching the ends of the world.
What of these waters?
Be they a peaceful lake
Wide, steady, and serene?
Or perhaps various rivers
Streamed hither and thither
In scattered uniformity?
Are there raging rapids, bright reflections
Evoking the greatest awe?!
None of this! Such matters are simplistic!
The scattered ocean, multi-faceted under the red sunset,
The crescent wanderer, dwelling in the placid seas,
The waterfall in its living state
With a Moonbow shining at midnight's hour;
These are homes, seas for ages to come,
One hope is offered here:
To sink with one's vessel
And float in the passing current.
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It was a weary autumn night,
Fruitless trees were rustling
Complaints of undermined might,
A chill wind was blowing
Under the illuminated sky, lighted
By a place far from sight, close in mind;
"It could almost be daylight,"
She said, for we stood together,
And although we both knew
It was true
Of this lonesome autumn night,
I was silent, she was still;
I spoke, "If daylight it is,
Then let us enjoy it,"
A flash of black, she had turned
Towards me with a smile
Unfolding across her face
As a butterfly its wings;
Another blinding flash, she had turned,
Her face was sullen, as though in mourning,
She was in mourning over something
Many times I had asked her what this
Thing was, she would reply, when she did,
       Filled with things that never were,"
So I said to her, as if out of a memory,
  "And never will be,
  But as long as we are,
  What do they matter?"
She smiled wanly
In acknowledgment, but we both knew nothing
Could be done;
So now it was my ch
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Entry II
In a land of wind and rain with
Skies of fire burning
Fiercely by the morning sun that
Rises to awaken
Souls, inspire minds to parting
From their worldly matters
Into this world's surreal imagery;
Skies of fire with lands
Of smoke and rain that intermingles
To create a misty haze,
Spreading over earthen
Soil, rock, mountain
Glowing in contrast with
The receding shadows,
Confused beams of light radiating
From mountains to the distance
'Tis the birth of  a thought!
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   My thoughts are of nothing and everything
   The distinction is irrelevant

See the world as it is
An image, nothing more
Let the images blur
Into a single palpable form
Look past the creation
Fade into an abstraction
Enshroud the self in a surreal dream
Enter the mind
A world of wind and rain
With a blanket of sulfurous sands,
Of gusts unimaginable, stirring
      A dense spire of leaves reaching the heavens
Every gust is an offering to the sky
As the sands flit and spark
In the unyielding tornado of the skies
A pillar of fire
A pyre proclaiming the birth of a thought
With a sky of fire and a land blanketed in smoke
As rain gushes forth from an open wound
Within the fire above
Onto the surface charred
Of sulfurous lands baked in the sun
Of smoke settling below the fire
To contradict the sky, but more the laws
      Bounding reality.
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Reflection of the Storm
    I stand in the still of an unnerving silence,
  A world without motion
  Sitting unconscious
      As stones lasting through time
  Guarding the secret of the past
To deteriorate only when it comes again
  The enchantment of their incomprehensible treasure
       To be released,
   To become again what is
  Apart from the intangible, unknowable void
   Of what was and shall be;
  In the undisturbed silence enclosing,
In a world without motion comes a glimpse
  Into a secondary realm,
   A reflection lasting
But seconds
   Before dissipating
      Under the treads of the inhabitants;
  But in these fleeting sights
   Is shown the still
     Affected by time's solemn progression
Solemn, in a wo
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A picture and nothing more by sharkoftheday A picture and nothing more :iconsharkoftheday:sharkoftheday 0 7
Wandering streets by light's artifice,
Empty, the mute air broken by testimony in the distance,
The sound of specters, regions encompassed
By illusory thoughts, obstructed
With pillars of powerful mortality
Reaching for divinity's state,
(Within the mind of man)
To fund the drug of existence indefinite.
A voice speaks in slow tones, each letter a distinction,
The sound is lost but rings within, as a profound truth
It echoes to immeasurable depths in knowledge's abyss,
A ripple disturbing the amniotic fluid of the lake's womb,
Daring to affect all regions, to reach
Under the gloom of an overlying fog.
"How deep was the shore unsettled?"
Drowning from this wayward journey,
A will departing from this worldly abode
Unaffected: Actions Constant; Lives Unchanged;
Distant memories of an era
Unbound, of recurrence
Subjective in contemplation,
Unvaried in presence.
A breeze perpetually intermittent
Stirs mute forms with half-truths,
Appeals to the half of the form wandering in dreams;
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The Hunter
The apparitional form with shadows cloaked
About as a thief voraciously stalking prey,
A wolf that roams the forest's furrows sulking,
Disturbing the pleasant dreams of sleeping fae;
A madness gleams from light between the brush
In wild eyes, reflects this demon's hull,
A shade, it stalks the victim beneath the hush
That fell upon the tenebrous earth, a minstrel
Proclaiming the deeds of dead and fallen souls
With quiet brooding, breathing life to fear,
The cursed fog to spread through streets, enclosing
The innocent without defense, to sear;
       A hunter closes in, it strikes in rage;
       Tonight there dies, a sacrifice, the image.
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The Invaluableness Of A Fool
How does one value a fool?
Their measure of worth is not quite understood;
Irreplaceable on the world which they pace,
After all, only once will shine such a face;
Their importance cannot begin to be fathomed,
Such lofty purpose that it's lost even to its own;
So, before shouting another to be of such rot,
Consider first what a treat it must be in the lot!
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.            Shadows trod upon ground obscure
              Steady paces placed on uncertainty
                   Chance and fate a guiding force
                For the shadows lost in this forest
                                     Existing in days of sleep
                                  And nights of wakefulness
         They hide when exposed, being left unseen
                    But then in the hour of their element
     Feel vulnerable in body when their soul is free
                        To come alive and adjoined
                   To oneself; No longer to mimic
                    The object of longing and fear;
                            Instead, in light they walk
                                          In restless sleep
    Denying the self hidden behind every step
                                             Yet forever   
             These shadows mimic this doppelgänger,
             Living falsely under a romantic's comfort
  And when revelation's deceptive e
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False? by sharkoftheday
Mature content
False? :iconsharkoftheday:sharkoftheday 4 17
Mature content
Untitled Love :iconsharkoftheday:sharkoftheday 1 14
sitting by the window
legs crossed
with a face
resting  ...  lightly
in a supportive hand,
to repetition:
subtly —
and dissolve
into the surroundings,
lost to others
found by the world,
never to be seen
except by those
who look
and find;
A poet looks on the ground to find his Muse waiting for him.
He is suddenly taken captive, enthralled in the beauty in which she steps.
She lifts her hand slowly, motioning him to come.
He follows readily, as if the steps are not his own and the movements are in response; he is still.
He is detached from reality and walks into a dream of lands mystical in wonder.
His figure fades into the earth surrounding as he walks through an ethereal dream.
The Poet dissipates in the tangible surroundings;
They become one.

The world is suspended in time, it is motionless
 Except for a random, surreal fall,
  Systematically proceeding.
Reality dissolves into a
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Path of Ghosts
On a path few travel intently
Steps a figure in this evening's morn,
Feet fall softly and caress gently
The forsaken ground
     Where venture the forlorn
Where souls are lost and found,
Away from the golden boughs,
Beyond the woods where laughter is abounding
From faeries and nymphs resounding
Within the living forest;
Beyond, in the land of passage,
Where the light turns a different shade,
Where the laughter never echoes,
And the moods become passive;
Here is found a lone shadow.
She treads lightly with each step carefully planned,
Taking her stand between the gray and shadow,
Every movement shown beforehand
By her significant other,
And, in this profane journey, her only friend.
Fade out from this world's meadow,
It will not matter anymore;
She will merely join the rest
Walking anxiously through this door,
For she had long ago realized she was just another shadow
Mimicking every move of her doppelgänger,
However flat it meant everything to her,
Though obscur
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Random Favourites

it was her dream by b00b-B-gone
Mature content
it was her dream :iconb00b-b-gone:b00b-B-gone 49 26
Under Bronze Sky by gilad Under Bronze Sky :icongilad:gilad 757 256
city magic
the sounds were quiet at first,  with long silences in-between.  she kept her head down on her sewing and thought some kids in the alley across the street were goofing off.
the sounds went on for three, four, five minutes, growing a little louder each time.  it almost sounded like someone rapping on the walls.  
she concentrated on her sewing.
suddenly a girl appeared in her doorway.  "let's go see the fireworks!" she cried, with a grin.  they hurried out the door into the comfort of the violet evening sky.
she followed the other girl down the sidewalks of 15th avenue, full of orange hazard signs and dark holes.  the clear, cool summer air brushed her cheeks and the whir of the bike's wheels made her smile.
she felt like she could do anything.  
they rode for a few moments but it felt like much longer.  past the dark houses and unkept lawns, past the two boys playing frisbee on the new black tar.
:iconcrypticscorpio:crypticscorpio 2 13
You'll Never Know by Katerina423 You'll Never Know :iconkaterina423:Katerina423 52 152
Ripping apart the broken wounds,
Too impatient to let them bleed.
The decedance of the common man,
Not fake enough for you to believe.
Scars crying their final goodbye,
As they climb through the surface, awaiting to die.
Decieving their reason on the waking night,
Bleed through their essence for the final time.
Sworn to hate myself all the time,
By exile to the place of horrid silence.
Secrecy becoming my unwanted ally.
Don't know why I even tried this.
Scars crying their final goodbye,
As they climb through the surface, awaiting to die.
Decieving their reason on the waking night,
Bleed through their essence for the final time.
Chance after time,
And time after chance.
It all feel apart
By the savage glance.
And I'm sorry that
I so badly hate you.
But can't you see
I hate myself, too.
Scars crying their final goodbye,
As they climb through the surface, awaiting to die.
Decieving their reason on the waking night,
Bleed through their essence for the final time.
:iconsoul-of-fire:Soul-Of-Fire 3 10
Mature content
body :icondarknessupon:darknessupon 2 12
Completely Half-Way
I'm hopeless,
wandering through corridors
I've already wandered,
and thinking of changes
I've already pondered,
Hoping that maybe,
this time, the outcome would be different.
That I would not find myself,
trapped at a dead end,
that you'd give your heart to me,
and my own would mend.
But I've nothing left to give,
my insides left bare,
if it is not me you need,
Please, my heart do spare.
Don't tell me things you don't mean,
things you do not feel,
despite what you may have thought,
my heart is not steal
No longer will I wander,
through corridors I know,
love me completely,
or completely let me go.  
:iconpeppermint981:peppermint981 7 21
Mature content
Swear To Me :iconsoul-of-fire:Soul-Of-Fire 3 7
Random Song
She said she was tired
of this whole image war,
"The magazines
and the beauty queens,
All slaves to the masses"
He tried not to laugh
As she sang,
Another random song
As she trailed off
Falling asleep on the phone
She said she was tired
of feeling like this,
"The anxiety
and the complexity,"
She just needed to cry,
Then she would be fine
Then she would be okay
He tried not to interrupt
As she sang,
Another random song
As she ranted again
Long into the school-night
She said she was tired
of wasting her time with words,
"the "grammatically correct"
and the useless structure"
she just needed to sing
Another Random Song
:iconblushingsilly07:blushingsilly07 7 30
What Am I?
I am something that is nothing;
To deceive until the end
I am but a shadow of the meadow;
Who never shows the face
I am lost without a cause;
No dreams, no hopes, no trust is because
I am a cry among the lie;
Hear me yell, hear me scream hear me not it will seem
I am as dark as the night;
Dancing shadows throughout the dark
I am as bright as the light;
Fear me not for I am right
I am a dove that flutters high;
So pure, so sweet, so fair, watch me despair
I am a moth that splutters and dies;
Watch me fly high then fall and cry
Who knows what I am
I am a mystery among men
I am the devil
I am the angel
I am the divine
I am at a lost from the mind
Watch me escape from reality
And fall into my fantasy
I will never mend
Until this madness ends…
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Might I describe of what wants to be -
Me in flash of golden grotesque,
Parade of flowering gentle sweets of thrash –
Devine bliss of purity gone once they clash.
Touché.  They say.  One or twice, as I –
Fall yonder, beyond the dreaming world,
My mind.  Caught thrice! Through –
Withered fields.  Like darkened sky.
They ask for morals.  I say nay, the bleeding –
truth is I have nought but love for the freedom.
Strange, unusual, different, idiosyncratic,
They reply.  Random thoughts stray from
the mind.  What I see, is what I get.  Nothing –
to expect.  Faith in love, faith in Christ. Gone,
filth, evaporated.  Died along with my urge to
Fly away.  But I lived, you vision, happiness.
But once upon a time I was, you vision, in –
peace.  Then my heart froze.  Closed. Locked,
away.  Gone to stray.  Here I stand, alone, on the
bend, thinking of
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Eternity at 5am
These nights have not been long, they're timeless,
Stretching out over past, present, future.
I draw the quilt over my head to shut out
Darkness, demons and all forms of life.
Falling into
Nights of induced half-sleep with
Covers over head and heat
Forming a womb-like enclosure in which
To dream vividly of matters too great (and obscure)
To speak of in detail.
Waking takes hours in "real time" and
A lifetime to my mind, yet it still occurs
As sunlight flows in
Subdued to a warm red glow by the curtains.
I press and inspect my arms,
Startled to find something as tangible as flesh
After spending so long
In a world I'm part of but cannot touch.
The reverse of the daytime realm which
I can touch but
Play no part in.
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What do you want when you read any poem?
Should it sound like those in an ancient tome;
And have flowing patterns of chiming rhymes,
With a constant meter and length of lines?
Would you like lovely lies of love lit eyes
And finds of floral features in her guise?
Or should I stop and break into cacophony?
Add harsh, stiff, piercing terminology,
Talk of darkness, death, your soul being rent;
Heartbreak causing shame and hatred and blame.
And I'll break from my patterns - confuse your expectations
Of this poem by ending in
The wrong places and putting rhymes inside the lines, but not at the ends.
But maybe you'd like that, and I'd hate pleasing you.
So I'll just keep rhyming by adding shoe.
Go back to my meter of gentle rolls,
That you might recite on your daily strolls;
Or maybe you'd ignore on most nights.
But I'll stay here, because that's how I write.
:iconramuel:Ramuel 30 115
Waking Up Beside You by Katerina423
Mature content
Waking Up Beside You :iconkaterina423:Katerina423 489 519
let me be blind
and imagine that i'm everything,
because imagination can make up
for everything that reality lacks.
it's so easy to just pretend, and
if the acting is good enough,
we'll never know the difference.
if i try my hardest,
perhaps i can deafen my ears as well
so i won't have to hear her name
leave your mouth as it whispers in my ear.
in those wishes, i am just selfish...
tell me: maybe i should be mute
so that you can pretend too,
and the shrill sounds of my voice
won't destroy the spell of your fantasy?
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Snowfall Dances
Settling softly
A graceful fall
Pirouetting in crystal air
A dance of elegance
Lost in the multitude
Ended by the earth's firm kiss.
The snowflake sinks
Into a bed of brethren
Becomes one with all
Singularity surrendered
To join the Drift
In blissful anonymity.
That which was
Lies silent
Smothered and smothering
Awaiting thaw
And Spring's release.
One wonders
Does it now regret
The fall from grace
Abandoning its dance
Or does it slumber, fury faded
Knowing peace at last?
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I tried coming back at the wrong time. I basically came back and saw jark was no longer an admin. I read of what was going on (I am a jark watcher so I read his "conspiracy theories" which he wrote after his removal). I found Jark's sentiments to be echoed by many others concerned with the state of DA (some of whom were conveniently removed). I left as soon as I came. Basically I think I now have the energy to leave DA be. Whether it was this bad beforehand (before jark was fired) I'm not sure, but I have seen how things have fallen apart since. Goodbye.


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sharkoftheday Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
The World Goes "Meep"
parallelogram Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2006
hey, have you by any chance gone to LYG cause i think i saw you there like 6 weeks ago.
BestDamnPixelArtist Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2006   Digital Artist
good job at your art ur ALMOST as good as me!!
equivoque Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2005
thanks. :-)
bayot Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2005  Professional Photographer
tetrs Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2005
hello friend! you should check out my other painting "androgyny". thanks for the watch!
sharkoftheday Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2005  Hobbyist Writer
Seeing that picture attracted me to your gallery in the first place. Its a beautiful rendering on the subject, but I just did not know what to say. My reaction was that it brought out the delicacy of the individual and subject and just looked as though they were nurturing this butterfly, their beauty.
lillycalin Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2005
well i wanted to say thank you for the noteyou left me, i think its sweet you went back and forth on whether to add me. glad to see your doing better and could come back.
DovSherman Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2005  Professional Digital Artist
Hi! Thank you for the :+devwatch:!
Myskina Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2005
no prob ;) i of course visited dapride ;)
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