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DissolutionI have found
that there are
one may truly
claim as their own.
Torn from my hand
was your heart,
and you have sought
to devour my soul
that have charred
the walls of my mind.
July 27th, 2010
GehennaI recall the
I no longer
felt at peace
Such a subtle
I could see
I closed the
October 17th, 2010
ArtificeI would lie
in order to
I truly wish
for I desire
which I truly
what I feel;
June 25th, 2010
PrevalenceSo many lines
it's hard to tell
what my reality,
what actuality is.
Am I forever
to be lost in
or is my
July 23rd, 2010
A Writer's BlockA sense of pending doom overcomes a writer
Consumed in a frustrating inability
To construct a poetic sentence
For one is trapped in an exasperating moment where
So many words cannot be penned
Thus so many emotions that cannot be expressed
And so many insights that cannot be shared
All to blame on the burden called a writers block
A writers nightmare diagnosis
But one must let time heal
This temporary feeling of wordlessness
And one must let inspiration reopen
This blockage of poetic emptiness
For a writers next epiphany will soon come.
FallaciousYou believe you
speak of truth
yet all I see
Your acid tongue
on my skin
for every single
word you've spoken.
You can only
so much of
your own reality
just to save face.
June 29th, 2010
NumbWhat is it that I feel,
if anything at all?
within my soul,
and I wonder
how I will ever
I cannot detect
of my canvas,
although it is
in bleak tones.
August 18th, 2010
Broken HeartedFrom the top of this steep cliff,
Before the doors of such ocean blue,
Waves down there crush as gulls fly away,
Whispers amid my windy hair cold my face.
Grey tones paint once such inspiring sky,
Sun woke up to outline the shadows at this time,
Groans and moans the wind stifles from my mouth,
Hate, for those moments I can't erase,
Love, for those tears you put in my face.
Your wrinkled photo is held on my chest,
Tears slip from my chin as I close my eyes to release,
Such yellow hairs tangled around my hands like those furious waves,
I give you to the wind, blowing away as the whispers say.
Such opaque light touches inside, those thick hairs I hide,
It takes time to face, such frozen hands as those despised days,
I realize, and barely can move my lips to smile,
Against the wind I get up and run, to embrace,
Your photo I once left the wind take.
wonders of wisteria
glowing in warmth
of soft spring lights
such beauty invites
calling me to life
breathing colors bright
winds wash over
with hues of new life
i hear her call
as winter rains fall
for now must stay
waiting for wisteria
for seasons song to sing
I'm missing Spring.
Photo and poem by ~ BridgetBright
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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