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This Quiet Road

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This Quiet Road

"This Quiet Road" Given life, wasted youth Lost my way in middle years No excuses, dusting myself off One foot in front of another Late bloomer, my season's gone Making up for all lost time Brightest colors, I've ever shown Refusing to wilt and dry out Keeping warm, youth once again There's no sense in cold and bitter That kills us from within Self involved, backed in a corner Walking along this quiet road The sun is high in the sky Assuring there's plenty of time For the true destination to settle in Finding my inner spirit, alive Re-emerging my true callings Setting in motion, clearing the fog It's time to live again © 2014, Brian
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Untitled Spoken Word (11/18/13)

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Untitled Spoken Word (11/18/13)

Morning comes and my eyes open. Waking in a curled up position over a pillow I had apparently placed between my legs. I ponder the dream, usually unfortunate, from the night before and take a deep breath. I scuffle to the bathroom and then try and smile at my furry friend dancing happily at the sight of me awakening. I wish I could share in her excitement. I grumble in my thoughts as I put on my pants. Then my shirt. Then my shoes. Still in thought, I routinely grab my keys and attach the leash. As we walk outside and begin our usual trek in the cold, my mind drifts. This is my time to think. Especially in the morning, I ponder my present day
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Memories of a Future - Rough Draft

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Memories of a Future - Rough Draft

I can taste anticipation My lips upon your neck I can sense your submission My arms enveloping you safely Guiding you from darkened alleys The look in your eyes devoting Speaking so much through tears And subtle, genuine smile My dreams come and go Though your existence remains Unable to see your face Fading memories of a future I challenge circumstance Stepping forward in blindness Do I plea? Do I beg? For my antidote to darkness You know that I worship you Wherever you may be In our kingdom of solace Hoping you come home soon My dreams come and go Though your existence remains Unable to see your face Fading memories of a future © Bria
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Tonight

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Tonight

by Brian Wardwell Find me in candlelight Curled upon the floor Though normally the rock I long to be held tightly tonight All souls have their breaking point None made of stone as they claim Tomorrow, I'll gain back strength Tonight, touch and sooth this agony Be my angel in the darkness Your sparkling eyes of intensity Tonight, my trust in your hands Inspire me to desire and achieve Only you bring this light That brightens and heals the chaos Settling me back to contentment Returning me to my balance and insight. ©  2013, Brian Wardwell
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This Loving Fire.

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This Loving Fire.

In this hole that's sunken in Searching for some way to win Sunrise then sunset, please repeat Yet still standing on both my feet Parts of me missing for so long Wondering if I'm already gone Yet I stand again and again persistently While mourning these fragments of me I must awaken, must reassemble My lungs still breathing, still alive Open my heart, dare to expose me Over thinking, frozen in fear Feeling so far away, yet so near To the soul that still lives inside Scared off and forced to hide Still, this is in no way the end As I sing the songs, my loyal friends Until I cannot climb any higher Nothing can put out this lov
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This Quiet Road

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This Quiet Road

"This Quiet Road" Given life, wasted youth Lost my way in middle years No excuses, dusting myself off One foot in front of another Late bloomer, my season's gone Making up for all lost time Brightest colors, I've ever shown Refusing to wilt and dry out Keeping warm, youth once again There's no sense in cold and bitter That kills us from within Self involved, backed in a corner Walking along this quiet road The sun is high in the sky Assuring there's plenty of time For the true destination to settle in Finding my inner spirit, alive Re-emerging my true callings Setting in motion, clearing the fog It's time to live again © 2014, Brian
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Untitled Spoken Word (11/18/13)

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Untitled Spoken Word (11/18/13)

Morning comes and my eyes open. Waking in a curled up position over a pillow I had apparently placed between my legs. I ponder the dream, usually unfortunate, from the night before and take a deep breath. I scuffle to the bathroom and then try and smile at my furry friend dancing happily at the sight of me awakening. I wish I could share in her excitement. I grumble in my thoughts as I put on my pants. Then my shirt. Then my shoes. Still in thought, I routinely grab my keys and attach the leash. As we walk outside and begin our usual trek in the cold, my mind drifts. This is my time to think. Especially in the morning, I ponder my present day
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Memories of a Future - Rough Draft

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Memories of a Future - Rough Draft

I can taste anticipation My lips upon your neck I can sense your submission My arms enveloping you safely Guiding you from darkened alleys The look in your eyes devoting Speaking so much through tears And subtle, genuine smile My dreams come and go Though your existence remains Unable to see your face Fading memories of a future I challenge circumstance Stepping forward in blindness Do I plea? Do I beg? For my antidote to darkness You know that I worship you Wherever you may be In our kingdom of solace Hoping you come home soon My dreams come and go Though your existence remains Unable to see your face Fading memories of a future © Bria
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Tonight

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Tonight

by Brian Wardwell Find me in candlelight Curled upon the floor Though normally the rock I long to be held tightly tonight All souls have their breaking point None made of stone as they claim Tomorrow, I'll gain back strength Tonight, touch and sooth this agony Be my angel in the darkness Your sparkling eyes of intensity Tonight, my trust in your hands Inspire me to desire and achieve Only you bring this light That brightens and heals the chaos Settling me back to contentment Returning me to my balance and insight. ©  2013, Brian Wardwell
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This Loving Fire.

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This Loving Fire.

In this hole that's sunken in Searching for some way to win Sunrise then sunset, please repeat Yet still standing on both my feet Parts of me missing for so long Wondering if I'm already gone Yet I stand again and again persistently While mourning these fragments of me I must awaken, must reassemble My lungs still breathing, still alive Open my heart, dare to expose me Over thinking, frozen in fear Feeling so far away, yet so near To the soul that still lives inside Scared off and forced to hide Still, this is in no way the end As I sing the songs, my loyal friends Until I cannot climb any higher Nothing can put out this lov
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Artist // Professional // Design & Interfaces
  • May 16, 1979
  • United States
  • Deviant for 15 years
  • He / Him
My Bio
  • Web/Software Developer
  • UX/UI Developer
  • Amateur Photographer
  • Writer/Musician
  • dog owner/snake owner


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Favourite Visual Artist
Escher, many others
Favourite Movies
Inception, Dark Knight Trilogy, Terminator, Boondock Saints, Fight Club, Lost Highway, World War Z
Favourite TV Shows
Six Feet Under, Dead Like Me, X Files, House MD, How I Met Your Mother....
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Front Line Assembly, Depeche Mode, Hans Zimmer, NIN, Trampled By Turtles, Dredg, Crystal Method....
Favourite Books
Devil On One Shoulder & Angel On The Other, The Portable Henry Rollins, etc
Favourite Writers
Ray Bradbury, Henry Rollins, Anne Rice, Stephen King
Other Interests
web development, web programming, photography, digital design, computer programming, music, writing, nature
Back? I honestly don't know yet.

Approximately 850+ Days Later - A Return?

Approximately 850+ Days Later - A Return?

I'm unsure and very guarded as to what I do plan on continuing to have posted or post in the future, if I do return and begin posting again. The stealing from DeviantArt two years ago was annoying to say the least. Now, it has turned rather disgusting as there really has been no attempt to stop it, especially if one is unsure how to search for image metadata. However, I'll peek my head out for now. Most likely, I'll now view DA as a sort of open source or "steal if you want to". A "dropbox" of assorted, misfit works, that are not as cohesive for the web application I am starting to build. Then again, I wonder if that's what DA has come to in
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Is 9 years long enough?

Is 9 years long enough?

Since 2005 I've resided on here art wise. I closed down my stock account (that hasn't been used in years anyway). School and everything else has me so busy as well that I'm just wondering if it's not time to close up shop. 50k views is a good run anyway. Besides, doing things the right way due to school (buying stock, etc) makes me more weary on how often people steal from this site. I have the summer off but the fall semester is going to be massive and more classes than I've taken so far (2 programming, 1 electronic business, 1 web project class, 1 communications). In short, I doubt I'll have time to really be productive on here like I once
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coffeeguyHobbyist Photographer
Thanks
GothBarbieHobbyist General Artist
thanks for the faves :)
lyyy971Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for all the faves :)
X-ampleProfessional Interface Designer
You're very welcome. Great work!
puppetmissingHobbyist Photographer
Thankkksss for add my art in your favorites <3
please see my fanpage in facebook :D
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EPIllustrationsProfessional Digital Artist
wow thank you so much for the fav :heart:
spartan-locke Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!