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Love StoryThree magic words whispered,
Got her dainty heart conquered,
Their orator being a gallant youth,
Gentleman by sight but heartbreaker in truth,
Who came claiming his weakness,
For the damsel he called a goddess,
His early attempts being shy,
It was his way of being sly,
Lavishing her with sweet words,
Made her think they were lovebirds,
While he sought nothing but attention,
The stroke to his ego and gratification,
He’d come as a handsome surprise,
A deceiver in Romeo’s disguise,
Plotting to take advantage,
Of her beauty and young age,
In ways she’d never even sense,
The hypocrisy in his deference,
His two-facedness she saw not,
For in love her wits she forgot,
Never minding his reputation of flirt,
Nor realizing his intents of dirt,
Thus gave she her entire trust,
To a player so full of lust,
Blinded by his strong passion,
Being nothing but pretension,
His interest dying with time,
Till tedious turned his pastime,
Then came the great betrayal,
Of any love his definite
OverthinkingI am lost in the maze,
Of my mind,
The tracks of thoughts,
Are clouded by haze,
The way I can’t find,
At a high rate,
One figment planted,
It spreads and,
More and more,
More than before,
There’s no coming back,
To the seed,
It’s a one-way track,
Further down it’ll lead,
It’s a pit,
There’s no limit,
In the abyss of my mind,
Of all sorts,
But I leave it all behind,
Daring not acknowledge,
Anything, it purports,
Nothing, to you,
To me too,
So, come save,
Me, from the abyss,
Of my imagination,
Dark as a cave,
I am lost,
Of overthinking it’s the cost.
La moraleL’homme se mit à réfléchir sur ce qu’il n’avait jamais jadis réfléchit: la morale. Certes, c’était là un sujet d’une complexité énorme; le grand point d’interrogation de tous philosophes et philosophies. Néanmoins, c’était pour tous les hommes, une chose (Je dis bien ‘chose’, car nulle définition ne peut faire justice à la véritable signification du mot.) dont le savoir et la conformité fussent d’une nécessité absolue. C’était pourtant absurde qu’on accordait tant d’importance à ce qu’on comprenait à peine. Et comment puis-je juger qu’on le comprenait à peine? Eh bien, il fallait simplement demander la question: « Qu’est-ce la morale ? » Comme réponses, de longues théories ou un silence total suffisaient comme preuve qu
L'Ancien poeteL’ancien poète désespéré trouva refuge dans le fond de son verre. Le vin fut pour lui la tisane qui dissipa de gorgée à gorgée sa douleur, issue de sa grande perte d’inspiration poétique. Il espéra reconquérir dans l’ivresse les rimes qu’il avait autrefois délaissées pour la réalité. En effet, il avait appris que cette dernière était loin de ce que décrivaient les poètes et les poèmes, et, voulant faire face aux choses réelles, décida de renoncer à son fanatisme d’art : il cessa d’écrire. Hélas, ce fut son plus grave erreur. La penne posée, il reçut très mal la vérité de la vie, et il comprit alors qu’il valait mieux s’illusionner dans des rimes que de vivre une si cruelle réalité. Mais l’aisance de l’
The Common ManThe common man was a man stuffed with suppressed emotions; emotions that, if let out, could lead to disastrous ends. But once suppressed, their ardor didn’t just cease, for it was merely a matter of temporary quietening and the deferral of their outburst; like that wailing baby who gets diverted for seconds by a newfound toy, but whose cries take up sooner or later. Except that in the case of the common man, the consequences could go well beyond that, even to the extent of theft, murder, rape, incest and whatnot or yet, why not? After all the common man by nature was human, and humans by nature are beastly. There is but little morality when it comes to visceral drives. And so, the muffled vehemence, buried somewhere in the corners of his soul, still abided; like a chained beast locked in a dungeon, whose howls and growls and thirst to go off the deep end resonated only as an agitated throbbing. In fact, the common man had learned to appease and live with the beast inside hi
La Derniere Goutte de VinJe viens d’avaler la dernière goutte de vin. J’ai mal à la gorge, c’est comme si elle était en feu. C’est la première fois que je picole, et je sens que je deviens déjà accro. Mais il est tard dans la nuit, et le bar va bientôt fermer. Il vaut mieux que je rentre.
Le volant glisse entre mes mains. Mon champ visuel se rétrécit, et devant moi le monde s’embrume tellement que je ne peux distinguer clairement les feux de circulation. Est-ce le rouge? Je cherche le frein, mais je sens soudain mes jambes paralysées. J’essaie de les bouger, trop tard, je l’ai déjà dépassé, ce maudit feux rouge. J’entend un klaxon. Deux, trois, milles klaxons, mais qu’ont-ils, ces chauffeurs? Ils me pètent la tête. Peut-être que je conduis trop lentement, je ferai mieux d’accélérer un peu plus.
J’aurai dû être déjà à la maison. Ai-je pris la mauvaise route? Les klaxons s’augmentent; le sommeil et la fatigue m’étourdisent. J’ape
Decay IIIt is I fear,
The dying of my quill,
Inking its last words into a smear,
To mark the end of my skill,
It is at last,
The time to leave behind,
Verse and rhyme that define my past,
To let live the mind,
It is, it is…
The fall of my crown,
Won by my prosodies,
The craft I now disown,
It is today,
The final stroke of my pen,
In chain rhymes written.
DecayIt is with great difficulty,
That I drop these lines,
Have I lost my faculty?
My tact declines,
Never a hitch,
But they're an itch,
In these times,
Too long a pause,
This was my cause,
Life, a burden,
Now I'm back,
To pen and ink,
No matter if I lack,
Capacity to think,
But I lose my way,
It's the decay,
Of my imagination.
ValhallaIgnorant of that celestial voyage,
That would succeed the carnage,
The path of valkyries we pursued,
In the name of 'einherjar' valued,
Risen again amongst the chosen,
From death, in Asgard to be driven,
No, not in Freyja's meadowy field,
But where swords we'd again wield,
Why, fighters were we, so shall we remain,
For Odin awaits, uniting the slain,
In Valhalla, the hall of armament,
Where prevails the want for vanquishment,
There rules for all a sole principle,
To survive Ragnarök and its battle,
Blessing of golden Glasir we seek,
For strength when we're weak,
Of the lone fighters such is the fate,
Behind the doors of the ancient gate,
Valhalla, under the eye of wolf and eagle,
Has a god and an army for the struggle.
a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror
Borderlined Once Too OftenDear Doctor,
I am not a pile of bones,
worn grey and yellowed
with the stains of this disease--
is a better plan than
an uncertaintity of pills;
(I won't even begin
to berate you for judging-
you'll get yours one day
when perhaps you'll learn
a label is a tool
instead of a weapon);
was never meant to mean
Sincerely, your patient
to the girl teaching herself to flyShe is trapped by a moonlit mind,
come silent in the night.
Surrounded by clouds, she is blind
to barren worlds; their light.
Searching for a sign, she survives,
although she knows she cannot thrive.
Searching for a sign.
Searching for a sign.
Anything to remain alive.
Her voice calls out, though no one hears,
screaming for redemption.
A shadow comes to kindle fear,
adding to the tension.
Someone please help me, she shouts, cries,
though on her cheeks, her tears, they dry.
Someone please help me.
Someone please help me.
But her screams turn to desperate sighs.
Weeks pass, and she remains divine,
still searching for escape.
Vines corkscrew themselves on her spine,
leaves curling up her shape.
Borrowing wisdom from her brow,
she learns to
For Love of the StarsMoon Mother sighs, somber,
beneath a laughing Sun--
his world is ending,
hers has only begun.
Every little bitNo one noticed the empty chair
They were all busy
Telling each other what had happened over the weekend
People didn’t really notice the chair anyways
Even when it was full
But today is different
The teacher walks in
With a strange look on her face
And she tells them
The girl that filled that chair, is dead
It happened Saturday night
She was driving home
She fell asleep at the wheel
The semi didn’t even get a chance
They pronounced her dead at the scene
The shock comes first
She was such a quiet girl
Always at the back, out of the way, you know?
But not today
The chair is staring at them, with unseen eyes
And that’s when people remember
How polite she was
The small smile she wore
The soft voice
The tired eyes
The boy in front of her,
She used to let him borrow her pencils
Because no one else would
He didn’t even say thank you
Or always give them back
She would help clean out the locker of the girl beside her
Without being asked
Even with the moldy lunches at the
The Tangled Webs We Weave...
"Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive..."
Bob never really liked his job,
a clerk, in a room full of clerks.
Many a time he'd call off sick,
his unwitting boss- a jerk!
The sun was up, the air was fresh,
those eighteen links were calling.
Bob called in sick (a fevered chill),
his bold-faced lie - appalling!
But as it was his boss had plans,
clients that needed wooing.
So they hit the links at eight-o-five,
"Is that Bob? Who's he fooling?!"
Sad to say, Bob lost his job (sigh),
still unemployed, though he tries.
If only he had told the truth...
he wouldn't have been ensnared by his web of lies!
2. The Affair
It seemed to Joe she worked too much,
overtime almost every night.
He missed their quiet times at home,
he wondered, did she see his plight?
His best friend Ed had tipped him off,
Life Of A ConscienceRain slides down the window pane
As I slowly go insane
Falling with tears, down my face
Slowly making an empty space
Fall out the window, float up high
Deeper and deeper into the sky
Dance in sunshine, bathe in clouds
Away from people and looming clouds
Fall into a lake, see into the water
Cut nets and save, fish from slaughter
Spiral up and down, with the waves
Follow the paths that have been paved
Follow the turning twisting bends
Never giving up until the end
Jump over barriers, crawl round mistakes
Sleep and take a decent break
People laugh and people frown
Taking turns to wear the crown
When it’s hard, together we try
We don’t want to say goodbye
We stand together, you’re not alone
The same down to our very bone
We light the day, comfort the night
And together we will make things right
A Well Meaning LieSomeday I will lie
To everyone alive,
And they will never see
That the liar was always me,
Because my words of sin
Will only bring a grin,
To their faces
Which were always so very grim.
I guess I'll be ready
When the wolf comes slow and steady,
But I will not cry out with fears so heavy,
Because this is what a liar gets in the end of the story.
So even if I made you smile,
Just for a little while,
Try to hold onto it when you find out the truth,
That there's no joy in youth,
When it's all you can look back upon
While you lie forgotten and long gone.
You'll always wish to change,
Maybe then things won't be the same,
But isn't it strange,
That you would think that way?
I guess the good memories did nothing for your soul,
Just cause you all this pain while you're growing old.
You pretend it never happened
While you're looking at it,
And you complain that you want that feeling once again,
You want to feel that grin,
But you forgot about the lie
Told by none but I.
So when you're screaming
A State of MindI've been involved into mendacity,
In constant escapism from reality,
I've fallen into the abyss of a void,
This pitfall I could not avoid,
I had pictured a new earth,
On which we'd give birth,
To those who'd bring mirth,
And never endure any dearth,
I had dreamt of a Utopia,
Where we'd be in euphoria,
In this dream I trusted,
Until hopes have dusted,
I had fallen in despair,
At my visionary castle in the air,
Until came a new notion,
That induced my imagination,
Mental mastery I did attain,
Like a free rein in the brain,
Where speculation was power,
To create what I desire,
My fancies none could arrest,
In my mind I was the best,
I was lost in an illusive maze,
Until it became a craze,
I lost the track of time,
Thought I was at life's prime,
What I always really wished,
In my mind could be cherished,
But I couldn't live for long,
In the world I did belong,
For a slow realization crept,
That I ultimately had to accept,
That I was living in ignorance,
Unconscious to facts of existence,
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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