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Mother always told me that “Nobody ever looks good dead.” And for the most part I agree with that sentiment. There is only so much good man can do with with their open casket and straight-faced motionless REM of the damned; jaded to the polyester fibers and wood varnished abodes they could have called home if not for the dismaying reality that they aren’t actually sleeping. Although try telling that to the young who still full well believe that jolly ol’ Saint Nick visits these unaware junior mourners. Mother always told me she’d prefer cremation; go out in a blaze of glory despite the fact that her remaining
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Dancing Mimikyu!!!!
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Lex Talionis
I wish that my mind could be read so I could unmute my hands. I wish my thoughts were adrenaline heroine a savior in which I could save myself from the same old unceasing stillness. I wish my heart could channel Hammurabi his stele his sanctions. An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And all three toes for a sloth.
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Mother always told me that “Nobody ever looks good dead.” And for the most part I agree with that sentiment. There is only so much good man can do with with their open casket and straight-faced motionless REM of the damned; jaded to the polyester fibers and wood varnished abodes they could have called home if not for the dismaying reality that they aren’t actually sleeping. Although try telling that to the young who still full well believe that jolly ol’ Saint Nick visits these unaware junior mourners. Mother always told me she’d prefer cremation; go out in a blaze of glory despite the fact that her remaining
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Lex Talionis
I wish that my mind could be read so I could unmute my hands. I wish my thoughts were adrenaline heroine a savior in which I could save myself from the same old unceasing stillness. I wish my heart could channel Hammurabi his stele his sanctions. An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And all three toes for a sloth.
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Tricks of the Light
One cannot place their own hands behind their own back to drown themselves. Nor can we feel stones that we aim at ourselves. But damn it all; we certainly do try. Illusions in reflection pools, that's all we seem to be. Waves of cracked glass underneath our skulls and eyelids. We cry prisms and then reflect all light back into our own eyes. It's sometimes safer to be blind instead of finding a bright side.
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Cinnamon Lungs
Take it in. Take in all that sweet, spicy sugar dust. Enough to float with the aeronautic aroma. Enough to have your chest’s sandbags weighted. It’s all so dry, dry, dry. Like a mother’s lie, an unchanged plain with no water to drain. Day in (inhale) Day out (exhale) That’s what this is. Louder the powder gets (cough hack wheeze) the more you notice, the less you notice, the better. Turn yourself around upside down spilling your smooth hourglass gas. There’s just enough stagnation for everyone in this damn nation. Day in (inhale) Day out (exhale) Take it in. Take in all that sweet, spicy sugar dust. Don&#
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Farewell
Farewell to freedom and its cohorts: the breeze the smell of saltwater and the feeling of peace. Goodbye freedom, do not worry, I will give routine your regards. So long to the high porch, the views, and so long to you as well birds. I will take my leave now, dear laughter, new memories, and lessons learned. No memories, I did not forget your souvenirs. I packed them, I assure you. Now sadness, you must stay put. I cannot take you with me. As homesickness has taken up all the leftover space.
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Light of Life
I wasn't always this way, you know. With the coals in my eyes sending off spectacular sparks and the warm glow of love spreading f  l  o  w  i  n  g . . . and ablaze throughout my world. There was a time long ago when my mind couldn't light the fire. Dim and dank was my depression. Dark and dreary was the deluge within myself. Ah! But to finally hear the crackling explosives of acceptance! Almost deafening, almost dubious! Actually real. There is no longer any need for impugn. As I am now among my inferno. And with it every flame is a friend, my hope a hearth, and I have now become the Light of Life.
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Deceit
And to you Montresor, dealer of fate and of consequences. Who I owe my victories over conquered lands of most unknown and harsh territories. Without your guiding hand leading me deeper into understanding, Perhaps I would never know of true success or the satisfaction of the demise of what was once a perturbing vex. But like with all conquerors, there is always the knife. There bulging out the side of one's uppermost breast pocket. As if one's falsehood is the secret to pumping their blood. Had I truly been wise, I would have expected it. Alas, I never had the chance.
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Void
Its terrifying darkness Its silence that numbs the air Whispers of the soul Words unspoken Thoughts not yet realised Its innocence unprepared Its body boneless and so soft Embracing my mind Untouching my muscles Sheltering, transparent Its danger oh so soothing Unlooking deep into my soul Blood-red sockets Hollow eyes stare coldly From a face not yet grown The trembling of the senses Its shaking of entire world Yet unevolved In promise of a new light That's yet unwished for Its beautiful sadness For ticking of the time untamed Its image in the mirror A picture of my own Blackened and deformed Its crying from beyond For lives yet to unfol
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I still write for you
After all these years, seing lies and deceptions feeling my eyes fill with unshed tears.        After all that you've done        what we did together, I still remember        how, with you, I've never felt alone. After being hurt so much by all those unsaid words and insults that didn't reach,        I see that I still write for you        that you're still my main subject        and the center my world revolves around is you. Akai Yari
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           remember remember                        the whispers of november -                      but wait, this isn't a revolution                                 it's not even a rebellion                            your white flag doesn't drop anything but morale                                            the one man army of nothing               staggered steps and dried tongues,                        cracked lips begging for Legion                                           for we are many                                   and the Unnamed is just many of our names                          heavy heart and lightened shoulder
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   hail to the king          burn the witch         long live our destiny                    burn the witch            I see the devil's bleeding crown       and wish it was raining down, but we're in rivers               rivers of sin, praise be to me          don't look back, we're in too deep        breaking bones, shattered skulls            oh how it burns to be alive                 oh how it burns to be the thick of it all             run with me, if you want to                keep up, because you don't want to be left behind         in what has been following me           hail to the king,                   love and
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    I do not fit the box we are given when we are growing up               it has been beaten from the inside far too much            the crumbling cardboard box doesn't emulate the woman     that has evolved from my skin.                      and there's something in the way my hand rests on your arm             that makes you more aware of the white noise in your ears                            and I have never been one to sit on the sidelines                  heroes must rise to the top with their own two feet,       you shook yourself off, the dust settled around your boots                 and you gave back that number you were
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Mother always told me that “Nobody ever looks good dead.” And for the most part I agree with that sentiment. There is only so much good man can do with with their open casket and straight-faced motionless REM of the damned; jaded to the polyester fibers and wood varnished abodes they could have called home if not for the dismaying reality that they aren’t actually sleeping. Although try telling that to the young who still full well believe that jolly ol’ Saint Nick visits these unaware junior mourners. Mother always told me she’d prefer cremation; go out in a blaze of glory despite the fact that her remaining
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Thank you for faving Snow!  I am glad you liked it. 
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