Contest my tears of sentiment
My luminescent, pure desire!
Perhaps your smile's the brightest light
Alone, you're deep in detriment.
In memories that plague your mind, you mire!
Contest my tears of sentiment
Such beauty held by doors of sight
Vivacity, ever higher!
Perhaps your smile's the brightest light
Of yearning deep establishment
Beheld by need, now that's aspired!
Contest my tears of sentiment
To what you want is what I meant
Evolve the passion of our fire!
Perhaps your smile's the brightest light
Embrace me tightly, don't lament
Forlorn remains won't try to fight
Contest my tears of sentiment
Perhaps your smile's the
Who limits a moment?
A hundred years or a single blink.
However long it is,
One moment will be perfect.
Our moment will be perfect.
The moment?
A moment to stare into your deep brown eyes.
A moment to feel your hair through my fingertips.
A moment to gently taste your soft lips,
Just so I can say I shared a moment
With a girl as beautiful as you.
Old Soul, Cold, Morose by evil-anatomy, literature
Literature
Old Soul, Cold, Morose
Years have gone, completely over.
Tears have come to make me colder.
Beauty lines your smile, and gives me strength.
Lonely, losing presence in your heart.
Do you dare remember any of my love?
Still my weary heart will try to heal,
Wishing you will read these words I feel.
Memoirs of a Fairy Tale by evil-anatomy, literature
Literature
Memoirs of a Fairy Tale
Dusk, the end, beginning of time
Captured in post-adolescent rhyme!
Games, silly names, death of restraints.
Ephemeral, as many critics do say,
As the moonlit flowers of May
Dance and radiantly sway
Living their own way
'Til they fall away.
Wind touches the cheek
Reminding us why we weep.
The sun is probably rising
Somewhere behind the trees,
Beyond the hilly valley
And beyond our thoughts, asleep
"For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf"
'Funny How When You Die...' by evil-anatomy, literature
Literature
'Funny How When You Die...'
Death is the easiest and hardest concept to
Guess
About, since that's all
we
can do is guess; that's the truth.
All of us share it in common,
Yet none of us have experienced it. Do we
really
have it in common, then?
A rain check on togetherness?
Those that have it in common are lucky; they
understand
each other more than
others
Do. On top of that, they're respected.
And they're listened to.
That could be where they earn their respect.
If we listened to those who are living,
eventually,
We can understand them while they're alive.
Many more than most might think
Must meander in the mighty River Styx.
Mired in the myriad of monotonous music,
Mellow mourners morph into you and me.
Maybe the manifold morning makes
Mankind miss moving on.
Five o'clock p.m. brought disaster's pain
With women flying down to early deaths
Or burning, singed in passion's mission. There
Becomes a reasoned quest for fire to burn
Away the wrongs those savage fiends commit.
Forever will we see their mistakes end.
A hundred forty-one, lay end to end,
Together, strong in union, facing pain.
However guilty, they did not commit
The crime that lead to their untimely deaths.
Upon becoming aware, hearts did burn.
A hundred forty-one, indeed, were there.
Enforcing laws and codes won't save those there,
Although remaining wise avoids such ends.
Forewarning does prevent a victim's burns,
However,
For just a moment we sat upon the soft hill,
And nothing really mattered all that much.
It seemed the world was sluggishly
Dragging below. We were content
With our fantasies and optimism
About staying so high above
Reality. But in reality,
Everything comes
Down to an
End.
The shadow you have abandoned
Lights the way for the creature
To not only continue his path
Alone, but trace the footsteps
You left behind.
Now, the light at the end of the tunnel is dark.
Contest my tears of sentiment
My luminescent, pure desire!
Perhaps your smile's the brightest light
Alone, you're deep in detriment.
In memories that plague your mind, you mire!
Contest my tears of sentiment
Such beauty held by doors of sight
Vivacity, ever higher!
Perhaps your smile's the brightest light
Of yearning deep establishment
Beheld by need, now that's aspired!
Contest my tears of sentiment
To what you want is what I meant
Evolve the passion of our fire!
Perhaps your smile's the brightest light
Embrace me tightly, don't lament
Forlorn remains won't try to fight
Contest my tears of sentiment
Perhaps your smile's the
Who limits a moment?
A hundred years or a single blink.
However long it is,
One moment will be perfect.
Our moment will be perfect.
The moment?
A moment to stare into your deep brown eyes.
A moment to feel your hair through my fingertips.
A moment to gently taste your soft lips,
Just so I can say I shared a moment
With a girl as beautiful as you.
Old Soul, Cold, Morose by evil-anatomy, literature
Literature
Old Soul, Cold, Morose
Years have gone, completely over.
Tears have come to make me colder.
Beauty lines your smile, and gives me strength.
Lonely, losing presence in your heart.
Do you dare remember any of my love?
Still my weary heart will try to heal,
Wishing you will read these words I feel.
Memoirs of a Fairy Tale by evil-anatomy, literature
Literature
Memoirs of a Fairy Tale
Dusk, the end, beginning of time
Captured in post-adolescent rhyme!
Games, silly names, death of restraints.
Ephemeral, as many critics do say,
As the moonlit flowers of May
Dance and radiantly sway
Living their own way
'Til they fall away.
Wind touches the cheek
Reminding us why we weep.
The sun is probably rising
Somewhere behind the trees,
Beyond the hilly valley
And beyond our thoughts, asleep
"For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf"
'Funny How When You Die...' by evil-anatomy, literature
Literature
'Funny How When You Die...'
Death is the easiest and hardest concept to
Guess
About, since that's all
we
can do is guess; that's the truth.
All of us share it in common,
Yet none of us have experienced it. Do we
really
have it in common, then?
A rain check on togetherness?
Those that have it in common are lucky; they
understand
each other more than
others
Do. On top of that, they're respected.
And they're listened to.
That could be where they earn their respect.
If we listened to those who are living,
eventually,
We can understand them while they're alive.
Many more than most might think
Must meander in the mighty River Styx.
Mired in the myriad of monotonous music,
Mellow mourners morph into you and me.
Maybe the manifold morning makes
Mankind miss moving on.
Five o'clock p.m. brought disaster's pain
With women flying down to early deaths
Or burning, singed in passion's mission. There
Becomes a reasoned quest for fire to burn
Away the wrongs those savage fiends commit.
Forever will we see their mistakes end.
A hundred forty-one, lay end to end,
Together, strong in union, facing pain.
However guilty, they did not commit
The crime that lead to their untimely deaths.
Upon becoming aware, hearts did burn.
A hundred forty-one, indeed, were there.
Enforcing laws and codes won't save those there,
Although remaining wise avoids such ends.
Forewarning does prevent a victim's burns,
However,
For just a moment we sat upon the soft hill,
And nothing really mattered all that much.
It seemed the world was sluggishly
Dragging below. We were content
With our fantasies and optimism
About staying so high above
Reality. But in reality,
Everything comes
Down to an
End.
The shadow you have abandoned
Lights the way for the creature
To not only continue his path
Alone, but trace the footsteps
You left behind.
Now, the light at the end of the tunnel is dark.
Simple Safe Feeling by oracle-of-nonsense, literature
Literature
Simple Safe Feeling
Safe simple feeling of
"I want to wake up
in your arms,
naked skin
swishing against
naked skin.
I want to be
half conscious
of early sunrise morning sky
beyond our dark curtains
before drifting back to sleep
on your chest, in your heartbeat.
I never want to be old
or do commonplace things
that have no soul
to whisper me poetry.
I never want to come down
from this plane
where everything is a perfumed symphony
of colorful emotion,
and everything is words, words, words
trickling themselves down into the perfect lines,
where I call them poetry
and give them to you
on paper, on skin,
by mouth, by hand.
And you know that t
Flawless is lawless,
because all that's left are cover-ups and lies.
All trimmed down and all fixed up,
each thing is fake, on every single side.
Extraordinary is ordinary,
because that's what everyone is in the end.
Fame is just having people love an image,
and having no one left who's a real friend.
Perfect is imperfect,
because now there's everything to hate.
Remember, 'it's what's inside that counts'?
Now people are hollow and their shells are bait.
A Regretful Villanelle by The-Emerald-Otter, literature
Literature
A Regretful Villanelle
I sigh at the clock and head off to sleep
Ignoring the work that I now postpone.
Never so much have I wanted to weep.
I am weighted by the secrets I keep,
The hidden sins for which I must atone.
I sigh at the clock and head off to sleep.
Into the flurry of life I did leap:
Was swept away in the violent cyclone.
Never so much have I wanted to weep.
I soon forgot that you sow what you reap
Now it has caught me; I can only groan.
I sigh at the clock and head off to sleep.
Away went my innocence, mighty cheap,
It was my doing; I suffer alone.
Never so much have I wanted to weep.
Around with these burdens I slowly creep,
'Till I am
A weary body, sick with exhaustion
Clings to the remains of life.
The night stretches on incessantly--
the books lay open.
Invisible tears stain the face so loved
As weak eyes cry out for rest.
The tormenting race, relays the pace
For the gears to turn.
Ideal students lament their health--
Socially, physically stripped.
Decisions are the enemy--
Humanity fades.
Others idolize the excuse for a man
And set his example high.
Self-destruction-now a trophy stand--
The education of today.
Current Residence: Minnesota Favourite genre of music: don't care. Favourite photographer: I took a picture once... it was a Tuesday Shell of choice: Conch shell. Skin of choice: ... my own? Favourite cartoon character: Rock Lee. Personal Quote: You don't really have the luxury of giving up when people depend on you
Favourite Visual Artist
Matthew Attard
Favourite Movies
Never Back Down, or Fight Club
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Flyleaf
Favourite Writers
me, of course. -_-
Favourite Games
Legend of Dragoon/Super Smash Brothers/God of War 2/True Crime Streets of L.A....
Just an update (more for the want of a new journal than an actual informational update, I'm not going to be continuing that story I've been working on for a while.
For anybody who used to read my story (before Christmas break), I'd hate to disappoint you! But, I'm afraid all my posts will be put into my scraps instead of my main gallery from now on. It's been really cumbersome having 21 chapters of the same story in my gallery; it takes away from the real deviations.
Yeah. I've given up on the ninja contest. It was going nowhere except for the entry posted by ~Rahndom (https://www.deviantart.com/rahndom)... :P
So... RULES: Write 10 random facts about yourself then tag 10 people (or as many people as you can)
Everybody has pretty much been tagged... so meh.
1. I'm usually indifferent.
2. I'm an "honorary asian."
3. I like to be alone.
4. I plan on getting better at writing poetry, but I'm terribly confused as to why I have that desire.
5. I hate Tuesdays.
6. I like climbing things, but I'm deathly afraid of heights.
7. I'm afraid of water.
8. I have a fear of bugs.
9. I've never been to the moon and back alive.
10. I learned