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Coming BackYou looked at me with sunset eyesInvoking
Teeming with an ocean’s depth
Waves were crashing down your cheeks
Tears you should have never wept
And I heard a sound I’ll not forget
The slamming front door as you left
In shock I waited as tragedy unfurled
Denial settled into the silence of my world
Without a glance or shallow sigh
You left me here with no goodbye
But in my heart there grew an ache
A pain that, most nights, keeps me awake
And now I finally realize
What I saw in those shining eyes
Not the sunset; the sunrise
So this was never a goodbye
No…
This was letting go.
And now I’m coming back.
A Glass WarriorSurvivingNights
A Glass Warrior
The Sword:
Accurate, is the deliverer of thy last breath
Steady, are the hands that control death
Quick, are the decisions that commence
Life itself is put on hold
When war wages between reapers fueled by greed and hope
And freedom is at stake when the hidden beasts are provoked
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The Shield:
Watchful, are the eyes that hide behind flawed masks
Careful, are the steps that keep a calculated distance
Fearful, are the walls that withstand every gory experience
Time is protection's worst enemy
As the hourglass of the mind empties
Prevention to all except the desolation of my serenity
-
The Armor:
Imperfect, are the mortals that fight in thy name
Defective, are the stains that inhumanely remain
Broken, are the stories that retell of the suffering and pain
Scars became a metaphor in an instant
When my soul exiled its innocence
As I wa
She Keeps Me WarmYoudreamsinstatic
are like no other
who has ever been,
no other
that I have ever known.
Before you
I thought I knew
of desire,
of passion, need...
I thought
I knew of soul and fate
and of love.
You
have redefined those words,
or more accurately
you have taught me
their true meaning,
the true depth
of their definitions
and I
have come to realize
that I knew nothing of them.
I have felt desire,
but only a shadow of that
which I feel for you
and I have known passion
but merely a fragment
of what passion I have found
in you.
I have needed,
but never that which rivals
the air I breathe,
the sun that keeps me warm,
as your beauty does.
...but love
has been merely a specter,
a phantom feeling
I longed to know, to understand,
and in you
I have discovered
the true, bone deep,
soul shifting,
body stirring, mind consuming,
heart pounding
providence of true love
and all my past glimmers
of love
are but shadows
of the limitless brilliance
of your love,
of our love.
I have fallen
into your endless amber eyes
and
ParalyzedDreamsDeprived
Paralyzed
The words phrased-
I become stone
The wounds made-
I abandon hope
I shatter inside-
None left behind
Your voice incites-
I'm left...petrified
-
I nurtured the very core
Of your presence
Until I couldn't anymore
You left me in a cold silence
I had nothing to cling on to
While I tried over and over to mourn
But there was no trace of you
So my regrets were torn and then reborn
Your footprints mock / My voice locks
Infesting my thoughts / My heart floods
An infinite loop of forgiveness and betrayal
I couldn't pick up the pieces of our memories
The knife in my back could only tremble
While I felt tremors attack my body
I trusted you with everything
I gave you every ounce of my passion
Now all I have to show for it is nothing
I can't even comprehend these repercussions
-
The tears cascade-
I drown within
The scars parade-
The memory singed
My mind divides-
Reasons remain unju
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HeartThump, thump, thump…BlackManaBurning
I tremble in a gentle hum,
flexing not at all uncertainly
within this fleshy cage.
It is dark in here, however,
it has always been blissfully warm.
Through day and night
my pace does change
from quickening fast,
to sleepy-time slow.
Never have I stopped.
Thump, thu-ump, THUMP………
Something’s wrong, but I’m not sure.
Should I be beating irregularly?
What are you doing? How can I help?
You normally tell me
exactly what to do.
These fleshy walls have never
felt so cold. Even my neighbor –
whose regular expanse nearly
matched my own –
has stopped.
………………………
I am silent. I am afraid.
Blood no longer smoothly mixes,
but instead sloshes roughly
within unclosing chambers, and
meanders backward through your veins.
Such cold – this freezing stillness,
yet, your body still moves.
CRACK!
I recognize the sound of my broken cage,
though it’s louder than e
Upliftzzzgoldshroom
Wake up, dreamer--
your broken < heart 3
demands ! reasons ?
why we're falling ap a r t
And so the symbols fade
with my simple point made--
never thought it was hard
to call a spade a spade;
no matter what we say,
we'll give ourselves away--
please let me lift you up
to where the angels lay;
and as you touch the sky,
we'll soon ignite inside--
always meant to belie
the day the music died;
and they'll be taking notes
to spin into new songs--
they'll use rhythmic quotes
to right eternal wrongs;
we'll let the wounded show
the scars that no one knows--
where mankind's piercing words
gave way to exchanged blows.
This is our revolution;
such is our evolution--
unbounded predilection
for clear absolution;
let it be our intention
to uplift each shattered soul--
and to defy convention.
Fortunate.Fortunate.KelaLewis-Morin
Eat up all your food, even the vegetables.
Do you know how many kids who would die for your plate?
Do not even think you are leaving the table.
At this rate, you can forget about going out with your mates.
But mamma even if I ate all my dinner they will still be starving.
Eating all this food would not change that.
If they were here right now, I would have no problem with halving.
At least then it would feel like I gave back.
Son, you do not understand me.
Do you know how lucky you are to live the life you lead?
To be able to refuse food so candidly.
When these are things that kids in Africa desperately need.
But Mamma...
No buts because you have always had it this way,
You do not realise how good you have got it.
You have no idea what it is like to wake up each and every day
In poverty with no possible way to escape from it.
You have no idea what it is like to wake up to no running water,
Living like a pauper with a crying 6 month year old daughter.
You have no idea what it
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