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200 deviations
Literature
Forever
She was the one
who could breath life.
She was the one
who with her own eyes,
saw the world change.
She was the one
who never forgot who she was.
She is the one
who will have went and came,
and in this heart,
unchanged,forever,
she,
shall remain.
Heartbreakers
2 deviations
Literature
Lilies of a Dark Lord
Opening up my soul, I rise from out of this dream
Creeping around me are the shadows once kept at bay
As I move with the rhythm of my Spirit Guide
I find and welcome one dark partner, then another
Oh take from me this memory of light
Break me, shake me, take me,
Bleed me, smother me, stab me
Wildness comes into the forest where I now dwell
Calling my name oh so wickedly soft
My eyes close, my hand extends, I feel his touch
Ice falls ore me like an answer to the pain
He leans over me, we waltz to his haunting melody
Lips find mine, lifeless tasting of death
I cannot but yield, teeth find me and the prick
Is nae near as sharp as my heart break
Eternal
4 deviations
Literature
Found God
1. The first time I found God
Was when I was 15.
I found God in a pen.
I scribbled down words
And he brought them to life.
2. They found God in their phone.
Instead of handling the awkwardness
Of the party,
They prayed to God to get them out.
3. He found God in his paycheck.
He locks himself in his office
As if it was a church,
Hoping to see God again.
I think I saw him praying
Last week when I visited.
4. She found God
In the mirror.
When she looked at God
In the eyes,
She freaked out
And punched the mirror until it shattered.
The devil put his hand over
Her fist and told her it’ll be alright.
5. They found God in each other.
I
Spirituality
1 deviation
Literature
Apples and Ghosts (DFC 2014)
Leaves: a patchwork quilt mosaicking like autumn, thin.
Thin ghosts haunt barren trees, watching summer leave.
Take a risk, wind--blow rust like bruises across branches,
branch out for the world to beat down and keep taking.
Apple skins bare the marks of your love in leopard spots.
Spots on the breeze, half-lost ghosts, and cast-away apples.
Twilight Favourites
30 deviations
watercolors
1 deviation
Literature
medusa ten.
stalling and standing
still is unnerving
in the wake of fading
your blank stare
reminds me of
bedroom ceilings
and this room
is nothing more
than a padded ra(n)ge
holding your spheres
and chains
and you love
to reference your
sphere of range
but are too afraid
to talk about
each drawer
that lacks escape pods
nor absolve’s reticence
resolve’s absence
melts in g(r)asping
desperation
in a disappearing act
only you can echo
Clear Analog
29 deviations
photography
13 deviations
digital
5 deviations
Literature
Perspective
And wasn't it tender,
the way I asked for the moon
to a shooting star,
one silly night.
Wasn't it true
the way I held it
between my fingers
shouting "look!"
And didn't you smile
thinking how easy,
how easy it felt
that kind of happiness.
Don't tell me
it is impossible now,
go open the window
take the moon for a while.
Isabella
7 deviations
Daily Lit Recognition for June 11th, 2014
Daily Lit Recognition for June 11th, 2014
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Poetry
Featured by: AyeAye12 (https://www.deviantart.com/ayeaye12)
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16 by jungle-slang (https://www.deviantart.com/jungle-slang)
Sometimes on this site, you find a poet
which really feels unique. A bit distant from
the lit community, they continue to make
some really special work. Za'adi has been on
the site more as a photographer than a poet,
but I can see a lot of a potential already
on this account. '16' is a great symbolism-dashed take
on growing up,
DLR
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Literature
dear almost lover ,
i. sonnets are spun of silver ,
allegories arise out of angelical actions ,
but i cannot promise you the stars .
i can promise you explorations of the unknown ,
many questions and not enough answers ,
but pain is not something that you can escape .
ii.
our love was not made for movie screens ,
a wild tangle of erupted cowards ,
we willed ourselves damnation and
earned every uncorruption .
( heaven's glory is eclipsed by pain ,
gentleness is an unearned affliction . )
Belles ringing
4 deviations
Literature
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sometimes i wish i could stitch you on my feet so you would learn how to move forward
Alice in Underland
57 deviations
Literature
Le papillon de nuit
Fragile créature
Poudrée d’espoir et de rêve
Voletant vers une trêve
Le temps d’un murmure
Papillon de papier
Aux ailes tachées
D’encre et de larmes
D’éclats d’âme
Petite chose
Un peu morose
Ton sourire s’étiole
Ma p’tite bestiole
Un regard vers lui
Une étincelle
Chassant la nuit
Tu t’émerveilles
Etre timide
Te voilà hésitant
Les yeux humides
Et l’cœur battant
Mais comment cueillir
Sans le faire fuir
Le cœur d’un ami
Dangereux pari
Voleras-tu
Jusqu’à la flamme
T’y br&
Francais
2 deviations
MWeiss
3 deviations
Rest easy.
One of my favorite people on DeviantART has died, Bark (https://www.deviantart.com/bark). I knew he had health problems but I didn't know it was this serious. It was an honor to read his poetry and for him to take the time to read mine. He once told me I had a gift for writing, to hear that from him felt especially rewarding. I truly admired his poetry. Even when he suffered with poor health he took the time to give a word of kindness to me when I needed it.
This was a his last journal to DA, I think you should read it. He chose to not to let all the bad things destroy him.
I hope you don't let the bad things destroy you. I want to say I really appreciate you guys, an
journals
9 deviations
days b stranger
5 deviations
Literature
fear your friends and fill your foes.
Lets close our eyes
let them float
into the clouds
that clog all seen
i'll watch the fog
invaide
without any words left to rhyme
because i'mall drained out
with the thoughts i wish i could hold own
an achor to fill my tongue
lets weigh my head down
before i find myself
stuck in a sky filled with fish
again.
lets let the words follow my back
track circles in my skull
and follow my thoughts to their demons
they're still licking away at words
the ones i hold without effort to my heart.
I'm stuck.
in my own heart.
Where'd my mind go?
Anchors always run away.
alison...the other beast
4 deviations
Literature
Bewitched
(French version below)
Under the wooden beams of the wet abandoned cathedral,
We kiss in the light of a way too murky altar candle
Where, in the darkness only our forsaken breaths resonate.
The rain pounds on the roof's crumbling slates,
And my blood frenetically hammers on my temples,
Bewitched by the putrid smell of your flesh.
Under a winter night, in the deserted courtyard,
Nettles and brambles proliferate despite Nivôse's frost
Who uprooted these burning roses by means of ruthless frostbites.
Eternal desolation, deep snow - and crows;
I kiss thy mutilated and bruised skin.
On the white misty bay, no seagull lives,
The to
Lena
16 deviations
Adjusting The Antennae (Ep. 12)
Hello everybody! I’m so thrilled to see you could make it to the 12th episode of ‘Adjusting The Antennae’ in this beautiful month of July. Actually, today is a very special day as it is Independence Day, today. The 4th of July! So bust out those fireworks and hot dogs, it's time for a celebration here in the States. And of course, for our audience members that are not American, celebrate that we are all alive for yet another wonderful day. To see another day, to interact with those we love is something we should all be thankful for. But moving on with the show, of course! Today's guest really means so, so much to me and my d
adjusting the antenna
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ladies of lit
1 deviation
wood
2 deviations
Literature
Farewell
I'm sick of saying sorry
I wish I didn't care
But still it always hurts
To know that you're not there
I wonder if you hear this
So deep inside your shell
I still hear your question
It's dragging me through hell
I'm tired of all their hoping
I wish my eyes were dry
But still I feel your pain
And I can't help but cry
I wonder if you realised
Just what you've done to me
I still hope your pain's gone
Now that you are free
I'm bored of saying sorry
For some-thing I did not start
But still I'll feel the guilt
When they know I stopped your heart
the den
2 deviations
Literature
Chalice of Datura
Do not follow me on the trodden path,
Do not look for me behind the old tree in the scarlet foliage;
Never and nowhere don't look for me of gaze
And of your heart will never love.
Do not drink a voodoo decoction of red witch
Do not kiss her cold lips...
And then there will not come the bad news
In her dark whirlpools.
Ah, crazy head-little head,
Not dancing from forest datura!
Transparent mist of mountain ash garden
Ah, don't attract him to your branches!
If you met her on the marge of the forest,
Run, as if you fly a freely, wild bird;
Do not listen to your young, tormented soul
And do not look back, in her heady front room.
Did not cry
Ophiras
2 deviations
Literature
The Meaning Of Life
There is no reason for existence.
A sense failed upon creation.
No secret to behold.
Just space,
and a reason for death.
There is ableness to neglect life,
but not enough force in the world to deny,
everyone must accept death.
Everything and nothing hangs in a balance,
spiraling beyond an understanding.
And there is no room for shadows of doubt,
or enough space to portray the light of truth.
but reason,need not reason.
It need not meaning.
the meaning of life,
to have a meaningful death.
Lil Toast
3 deviations
Literature
Your Eyes
Word-puddles, in the deathly icy tension,
Are frosting over just like your eyes used to,
Right before your lights drowned
In the soreness of tears
That should have dissipated long ago.
Your eyes, no longer soul-windows,
Are merely surveillance cameras now.
I am standing still
But I am the only one.
People are just bodies;
Infrared blobs to be avoided.
Sounds are white noise
With occasional frequencies to relay
Or cues to transmit information.
Can you hear me,
Or should I leave a message at the beep?
Kerry
1 deviation
Literature
Life in Waves
It's a climb,
but troughs
always lead to crests.
Mel
2 deviations
Literature
UNTITLED
My chimes they sing to a gust of wind
The feel of it somewhat cold
And I was dancing round the bend
In a field of marigolds.
Field mice scatter to where they may
The garden gnomes stoic and bold
I’m listening to what the wind might say
In a field of marigolds.
Fireflies are dancing in the field
Like me they are breaking the mold
Clouds providing a welcomed shield
In a field of marigolds.
Some Marmots are wobbling across the ground
Their meal is both damp and cold
The hummingbirds making that buzzing sound
In a field of marigolds.
The setting sun means that I must leave
But I’ll remember all that was told
Here we untangle the w
dragons song
1 deviation
Literature
D is for Disintegration
I’ve always prided myself on being self-sufficient. I wanted to live off the grid- use solar energy for power and grow all my own food. When I accomplished this it was my finest hour. It had been hard, much harder than I anticipated but I did it. I had land which I farmed, a home built from sustainable materials, I was alone but happy- so busy that I didn’t have time to feel lonely. I felt an incredible sense of achievement for escaping the life most people led.
I thought most humans were greedy and gluttonous, so lazy in an age of technology that spurred nothing but anti-social behavior and a blatant disregard for our planet. I b
prose worth pondering
1 deviation
Literature
Ghost
You offer me your ghost shirt
for warmth, as I stand
in permanent free fall
before the two dippers.
I have no tears with which to weep,
they won't last beyond
the first touch of
thin air in this high place
where trees never grew
or felt the tension of gut sinew
when I lost my eyes
staring into the sun, and
how its dried breath of
ancient rain and elk horn
has left the moon an orphan.
pandoras box
4 deviations
Literature
Savage Odyssey of Aphrodite's Ruse
Forever has slipped nonchalant from lips ever pressed to mine to waft away ere break of day on the western sun.
And in humid of this lust
my dew drop dreams remain
a simple choice of watching the rise or set
keep me moving east to west but never nearer to you.
In the seamless waste
of heartfelt face
shall forever fall anew
tears cried crystalline
rise to night's sky
a path true to you.
On this fated trail we meet
wishing, wanting, grabbing hold
wise and traveled we surely know
more sorrow we shall reap.
So far down broken glass road
rendered souls leave crimson holes.
Between slickened sheets and whispered lies
sing final lullaby
to pain
s
CareBear
12 deviations
