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RavenousShe stands at the edge of the clearing,
sun lighting her hair on fire,
gripping at the hole in her belly.
the world decays.
She reaches into herself
as the blackness spreads across her skin,
consuming this reality.
Silently at first,
her hair flowing,
trembling as an earthquake
violently tears away at her,
but then there is audio to this madness,
and banshees are forced to cover their ears.
She tears away at her own demise,
breaking the world,
shredding herself out of desperation.
Blackness breaks and cracks
as her skin crumbles and is pulled inside
-- into the darkness that is all consuming,
that is her.
Her eyes close for the briefest moment
two frozen lakes of mercury.
She haunts this world,
long after it has all been pulled in,
God ComplexIf I were to kill God
Would anyone care?
I don't think the world would stop
Or a tear would be shed
I don't think this because God has been dead for years
I would simply be murdering a ghost
A memory long forgotten
I would be setting us free
Conversations No. 1"I don't want you to leave."
"Yes... you do."
"No, I don't. Don't tell me what I want, I know what I want."
"Yes, I do."
"Then you know that you want me to leave."
"Why would I want something like that? You're everything to me!"
"You want it because it's natural. Everyone has to leave at some point. Nothing lasts forever."
"No, it can't."
"Please, don't go."
"I'm already gone."
in:dreamsDreams are the harbingers of doom
The reminders of hope
And the keepers of faith
They are the drive behind life
Even if we don't understand it
They keep u sane
Drive us mad
And push us to the edge
Dreams make us
They break us
They consume and control
Dreams are the saddest of things
Cementing the belief
That this reality is all there is
Curtain CallMy time has come
And I live with all Ive done
Every tear I made you cry
Every foul word youve sent my way
I know I wont be missed
But hated for everything I am
And its what I deserve
I asked you to forgive me to often
And sorry has lost its meaning
So, Im just going to go
Please, dont watch
I burned and buried my soul long ago
Yours is still halfway decent
Just dont regret me
And dont be like me
I love you to damn much for that
But I didnt love you too much to hurt you
Fine AgainCome and tear me down
And chronicle my fall
If it's all you see
You've never needed me
But I'll still wait
Broken in the shadows
To see your face
Once more in the light
I will never push you away
Or turn my back on you
In all the hell you put me through
I'll still be here for you...
When I see you smile
In your devilish way
My heart always skips
Just before you rip it out
And yet with this hole
Deep inside my chest
I know there's something more
And it can never rest
I will never back on down
Or try to walk away
Even in this wrenching pain
These three words I'll always say...
Because you're my...
My whole whole heart
Yeah, you, you're my...
My whole heart
Despite what you do
And the pain I feel
All the knives you've stabbed
The fires I've burned through
I cannot forget
The way I feel
Inside my heart
When I gaze at you
But now the sun comes up
And cuts through the black
Helping these wounds to heal
Pulling knives out from my back
Your words are kind
With apologetic lies
And I'll lie in k
Everything You Need To HearI brush the hair from your face,
kiss your tears away,
and try to look you in the eyes,
but they stray,
and fall to the side.
Why do you keep yourself hidden,
like a wraith in the shadows?
Why can't you see yourself
the way that I and the world do?
Don't be gone,
don't be forgotten.
.And so the day comes to an end
The world still marches on
The shadows cast doubt in darkest places
Revealing broken dreams that will never mend
SoliloquyMy heavy eyes follow me down, causing the light to fade.
Darkness is ushered in. This world, so dim and cold...
What soul I may have once had would shiver, crack, turn to dust.
This is not life.
This is the end of of something else; something less.
I hear the lute play, strings echoing through the ether.
Sorrowful notes call to me, whispering my name.
What name have I?
Seems forgotten now. Only a word in a sea of consonants.
Damn these heavy eyes; how they cause the spirit to wane!
How the cause the colors to bleed grey!
All hope is gone, all dreams are lost.
Tendrils of deepening dark creep closer to me,
soon to wrap around my limbs with a force so crushing it is welcoming.
Through lids no longer my own I see into the heart, a void.
Damn these eyes...
ArkThe flood waters are gone. But we
like our feeling of security inside the ark
so much that we are not coming out.
No matter how many rainbows we see.
What sleeps within stone?
The sculptor took his vision
with him, to his grave.
The stone begs animation
from our minds. Can we resist?
on greeting the out-landerit requires a benign acquiescence
to regard the perception of others,
so much different from one's own:
ours is not to wear their shoes,
but to welcome the foreign feet
that settle here - far from home,
where we at best would interlope,
feel at odds, might barely cope,
yet should gain at least a modicum
of empathy, grace and decorum...
as that humble, hopeful immigrant
llp - dA - sep2013
DD - nov14/2013
At a lossAt a loss
I want so much
but what have I to offer?
The whisper of my heart
does not beat any faster
My eyes have lost their shimmer
in the daylight and the dark
I am not lost
but I am certainly not found
I wonder if I am wandering
or if I've found my way
words of wisdom keep swirling
through my head everyday
My monologues crooked
My eyes in a trance
What can I do?
I can't miss this chance
this is my last thought of freedom
of precious night
my last dream of glory
my last dance of a fight
My fight, my passion, my ambition
Have I finally lost?
No one ever comes to save me
but I never really asked for anyone
I've been a damsel in distress all my life
but no knight has come
I watched the good and the bad do battle
not really knowing who ever won,
holding onto the thought that
maybe someday somebody would come
I know I'm not a princess
I'm not dainty or beautiful
but that doesn't mean I don't need help
at least every once in a while
Prince Charming isn't coming
He cancelled again just now
He's always letting me down
Where is the knight in shining armor
coming to my rescue now?
Where is my happily ever after,
My dream come true
I've looked everywhere and still
I can't find the one for me
Can I find it in you?
The Right Way?The Right Way?
telling me the story of my life
every plot twist
is a surprise to me
No one to count on,
No one to hold on too
Who can I depend on?
Turn the corner in my life
a left turn at the cross roads
I hope I took the right one
telling me (exactly) what to say
every line of witty banter
is a surprise to me
No one to count on,
No one to turn too
Who can I depend on?
one word could change my feelings for the day
could change the way I live my life
hold back the painful things
I want to say
No, no narrator
for the emotions that I have to feel
is a surprise for me
No one to count on,
no one to rant too
Who can I depend on?
See me sitting there smiling
do you know why?
or how I'm feeling
So back up (back up, back up)
hold on and pay attention
is that smile really hiding tons of tears?
telling me the way to live my life
everything I do, I do myself
I surprise myself each day
I'm the one to count on
turn to me, hold on tight,
I promise I
The SmileCheeks heat, and a rosy shade appears on my skin
My heart thumps
My mouth is open but the words wont escape
Hes looking at you his gentle eyes silently stare into my eyes
What should I say?
I try to speak again
I want to say how Im feeling,
what you mean to me
Can you not see through me?
I want to tell you I really do
Would you believe me?
Would you reject me?
What should I do?
I guess Im just to in love with you
In The SkyThen and there we found a dream,
floating on glass, suspended in the sun.
She shimmered like the rain that falls free,
and free is what she longed to be;
far away from her own private hell,
and the nightmares that no one else could see.
She was a dream, and as a dream she still slept,
and the cold waters constantly pulled at her
until they consumed all that she was,
and all that remained was a husk, a shell of who she was.
At the end of dreams, there are monsters;
and her monsters found her, when her strength was sapped,
pulled away put the jeers of shadows,
masked in anonymity.
No will to fight, no chance to breathe,
they pulled her away, hard into the night,
and the dream floating on the lake was overcome.
Waves upon waves filled the void where she once lay,
and the lake was placid no more.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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