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DaydreamingI'm all locked up inside
My own personal cage of sin.
Sanctimony is a righteous bribe.
It brands dark ink upon the skin
Leaving me breathless, and fooled,
Not whole, not again.
I no longer wait for night to unfold
To cosset me in downy pillow dreams.
I close my eyes right here, right now.
The mind will fly where it's always free
To seek the memories of a land of old,
Not stale, not for me.
the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and clay
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world
pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts
the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
FarewellEs ist nicht alles wirklich
in diesem Zustand zwischen
Wachen und Schlafen...
" Wie du mir warst..." flüstern Türen
und Wände seit Jahrhunderten
in stillem Einvernehmen
dazu das Atmen des Holzes
ein- aus -ein- aus.
Der blinde Spiegel tut ein Übriges
er hat schon zuviel gesehen.
Grünes Gezweig rankt am abgeplatzten
und schlängelt entlang
der verblassten Tapeterie.
Einst blühten hier Rosen
sehr laut und sehr rot
und jeder Strauß weinte still
in seiner rostigen Vase.
Nun liegen Fliegenarmeen- beinoben-
an den matten Scheiben.
Ihr letzter Blick
war sicher ins Grün.
One Thing Leads To AnotherOne teachers bitterness
Can lead to this
Student that's struggling in the back row
A snide comment about a test score
And their whole world
Will take a blow
Little did that teacher know
The magnitude that their actions hold
That one comment, look or eye roll
Could tear that kids whole world
That kid leaves class
Without a second glance
At the teacher who was meant to enlighten them
But broke down their confidence
And shattered them
It starts with passing giggles in the hallway
To comments in the next class that their friends made
To their parents questions at the end of the day
To the very next morning that same kid
Is late to class becau
Fate of the Earth Chapter 3-2How he spoke was sinister and cold, the look of him even matched how he spoke, Ireness could sense he was bad news but kept herself calm and listened to what the man had to say.
He walked around them and continued his speech as he gazed at the group “I see only two of what I am looking for but I am sure that you all know where the other two are”.
Kira then asked “who are you looking for?”
The man lent down to her and said in a disrespectful tone “I don’t recall asking you to speak”.
Alan got fearful for Kira, thinking he was going to hurt her but one of the men with the guns put his foot on his he
PoetryThe first time I wrote a poem
I was in third grade
Down the side of my page I wrote the word
May flowers bloom
Always sunny skies
You can smell the buds on the trees
That was the first poem I ever wrote.
Since then poetry has changed a lot for me
It's been an outlet
For anger, and sadness, sometimes loneliness
My first poem, I wrote at school
With a teacher standing over my shoulder
Telling me which lines should have so many syllables
And which words should rhyme
Now I write in my bedroom
By the light of a single lamp
Late at night when my brain is running in personified circles
Coming up with hyperbolic metaphors
To captivate an abstract audience
That resides only in the labyrinth of my mind
Poetry has become more than a way to write
It's become a way to think
To look at life
Speaks through lines of rhymes
Through words with double meanings
Similes that are so cliche I want to cry
Sometimes the words stop coming
The Journey to Earth: Chapter 1 Part 1Sapphire The Black Dragon
The Beginning of Her Quest
On the planet Aldaban in the Furn System, ruled mainly by a cat like race known as the Aldabariuns, a peaceful race that was strong in their mind powers, with abilities to use physic abilities, telekinesis and other mind powers.
This race may have been the dominant species of the planet Aldaban but they never accepted that role as they believed in working in harmony with the creatures that lived among them.
And due to them with the ability to understand other species tongues and to communicate with them with their powers they made a strong pact with most of the species there.
The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker,
I'm not superwoman,
I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.
And I'm scared.
DEPRESSING POETRY TIME o3oIn this dark reality from where i cannot dream
there is no kindness
there is no caring
There is only hatred and grief
In this dark reality from where i cannot dream
I hope to dream of peace and friendship
Though i never will see that day
In this dark reality there is no escape
from the dark claws dragging you to your death
The weight bears down upon me,
like Atlas holding the sky.
There is so much to do,
but I'm only one guy!
From my parents, teachers,
I fear it never ends.
Things to do,
the world to scour.
As I race along,
at a hundred miles per hour
The world on my back.
I should hit the sack.
Just need some rest.
I'll do my best.
But really, who can sleep?
With all this.
3 Punishments One:
For sented hair
and dirty tongue
For growing up
and going out
For want of dance
and burning food
I am I am not a toy. Don’t mistakenly think you can play childish games with me. You don’t understand, you say sweet nothings, but soon that’s all they will be is nothing. Maybe you mean it now. Maybe you don’t. But sooner or later, probably just enough time for me to figure out how to start letting you in and you will realize you are so far in over your head, you’re drowning and you and you swim to the surface while I am fine staying there because I’m learned to hold my breath.
I am winter. I am cold and you can’t see what I really am because of the thick layer of snow that I hate just as much. Bu
Teenagers We are the rulers of society,
Other than our damned government.
Our fists and chains are made of steel
While our opponent's are made of flint.
When threatened we stand our ground,
When attacked we choose to fight.
Our retaliation and "Gang fights"
Seem to set the world alight.
We start the trends, then end them.
Mold the world as we see fit.
We seem to be hated by those of other ages
And frankly, we won't take your shit.
Some of us rebel,
While others obey the law.
And yet we're all feared,
And witnesses never saw--
--The crimes that some commit.
We are not all the same.
Most of us are nice, But crimes?
Nope. We must b
Those That Remain.For those with passion, in their ways,
Memories lost are sorely missed
And what remains consumes the days:
For those who fill their heads soundly
With ideas, hopeful schemes, daydreams,
That will be their prison, in trying.
For those who seek only true happiness,
But only for those they care the most for,
Their cage will be the futility of balance.
For those who sing their melodies for love,
The lasting song of romantic ages will play.
But they will never be given a part in it.
For those who seek a point of rest,
The days will never end,
And sweet sleep will be the closest to death they will know.
There are many more minds of kindred kin
Dear God, We're All Naive.Come sit with me, baby,
I'll make you feel all better
Out on the porch, 'til dark
I got tunes
C'mon I'll even buy you a drink
Anything to make you stop and think
That everything is gonna be perfect
'Cause it will be,
So long as we're together
And trust me, baby,
We will be
'Cause that's when things get easy
I can feel my blood flowing
Down to your toes
We're one when we're two
The only one for me is you
And at the end of the day when the sun's settling
It don't matter if we fight
It don't matter if it ain't all right
I'll buy you a drink
If it makes you stop and think
That everything is gonna be perfect
'Cause I promise
Just a Wide-Eyed, Curious Kid.I'm seeing a world through empty eyes
And whenever you cry, I feel so bad inside
But the reality, baby,
is that I've got places to go,
things to do
Bright lights to see
And big fights to fight
The secret is that no
Just who you are
And that's all I can say
Times are crazy.
And I'm seeing my problems
Through empty eyes
Sometimes I just wanna give up,
Run for miles
But others expect you to be so,
And where did we go wrong?
Straight-edge, all gain, no pain,
Still I got nothing
Not a dime in my pocket and
Not a right in my ways
The only thing I'm sure of,
is that I'm not sure
The Question of Time.It's like the wind blowing through the trees,
It's like a child playing on his knees,
It's like the sound of music in the air,
The way that life just isn't fair.
It's like when I was young,
And you were my number one.
It's like licking icing off the spoon,
It's like sleeping in until just after noon.
There's an innocence on these lips,
Subtle lust hidden in these hips,
A lonesome soul,
Longing to feel whole.
A candy-cane that hangs from the Christmas tree,
The way he once looked at me.
Like dangling your toes in the water, down by the pier,
It's like dancing to a song that you can't even hear.
It's like getting dressed up on H
Web of Lies.This intricate web of lies which has been spun to protect us... has it hindered our ability to talk? Who are we if we are not outspoken? Who speaks for us? Will we be okay? Many times I have tried, one foot in front of the other... and somehow one always ends up in your mouth. It leaves the taste of poison on your lips-bitter and stinging. My eyes are focused on the ground and I am refusing to see your face. The words I want to say are better left unsaid... but like an acid corroding, they spill, unwanted, unwilling to stop eating; devouring every last bit of flesh you have. Your heart is the only thing I focus on, and though I always thought
Double-Edged Knife.I feel so strange. So strange that I do not even have a word to describe how I feel. It is a numb detachment... It is a silent anger; cold, but deadly.
It is watching from my eyes, and it is seeing what I see, but it is attached to a different brain, one that I can somehow sense. Like a dim and twisted clairvoyance.
My hands are moving, my heart is beating, it is my body, but I am not in control of it. It does what it wants-it says what it wants. It hears what it wants to and it thinks what it wants to, but it is not mine.
The other side of me sees your pain, and it is curious. All I want is to love you, but I do not know how.
I need you
Two-Faced"Some people can make first impressions last a very long time, others cannot."
You're only pretty from the outside in,
But what lies beneath your skin,
Is a monster deep within.
And I watch as you crumble and you fall,
Somewhere buried by the pain of it all
Nails scratching at your eyes,
No longer believing all these lies..
Where is the truth behind the "why?"
Does this happen all the time?
The bruises on your lips,
Tainted finger tips
Black and blue at the hips.
How much longer can you hold your breath,
Before you reach the brink of death?
Your face a funny hue,
Weak and wondering what to do
There's just no
I'm Sorry, Daddy...Hes walking home alone again today,
With the bruises on his face,
Hidden by his fair blond hair.
Striding up the path,
Preparing for another painful night.
He thought, If I were stronger, I wouldnt have to fight,
It shouldnt hurt to be a child.
To be so young.
He knows hes not the only one,
Even though he feels he has no one to talk to.
The kids they stare, but they dont ask.
Sometimes he wished they did.
And soon enough hell have to give in,
To the weight of his Fathers iron fist.
And no one will ever know the secrets that he hid.
A boy is n
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