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HerTake a glance at timeless years behind, you'll see a trembling creature who had lost her mind.
And witness now, the being you see, one born from the shadows and divinity.
One that is stronger, reborn into wrath, all will suffer who stand fierce in her path.
Given to her the blessing of death, she will conjure thunderstorms within a single hairs breadth.
Passing judgement to those in need, in her years of deliverance she will highly succeed.
Ending all with these few simple words, "You were seen, but always unheard."
The DollOn a calm June day, with the morning in sight, a soul was born to cast out the light.
This soul was a doll, one born of a gift, with fair skin and eyes that would secretly drift.
Such silken hair draped upon her head, its texture would guide the path of the dead.
Soulless beings at her every command, the doll sent them forth to claim the human's land.
So many she stained, so many she slaughtered, alas they're now plants that must always be watered.
A GardenPorcelain lilies weeping in the pond, how emotionless and fragile their faces are.
Demonic statues paralyzed in the garden, each one fell from above a star.
Tattered leaves scattered across the pathway, cracking and floating away like glass.
In order to enter this magnificent garden, your proof must be displayed from your past.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
The GirlBirthed by two rains, one fresh, and one cold, the youngling was discovered by the watch of the old.
A prodigy she was, with her clear-rounded eyes, she viewed souls as gems without shades of wise.
After comprehending such hopelessness and foolishness within all, her soul inflamed and compelled them to fall.
One by one they tumbled down, their pleads unheard for they were without a sound.
Their flesh melted quickly and their souls vanished fast, there was nevermore a sound coming from them, at last.
And once the suffering and screams finally ceased, the girl disappeared for now all was at peace.
The Dead CrowThe dead crow flies across the plentiful white grass.
Its decaying wings echo through the broken shards of glass.
Glass that was from windows and a shattered heart, one that could never be repaired, nor ever torn apart.
The crow glances down but doesn't care, for his soul and heart rest within the air.
Come With MeCome With Me
As the moon arises from the ocean sea, my soul disappears, won't you come with me?
But it seems you're afraid, the dead world isn't bad, there are millions of skeletons and souls at hand.
They'd love to meet you, to rip off your flesh, and to lead you to our king who would devour your soul, fresh.
You'd become one of us after that painful journey, but dearest you love me, so won't you join me?
The Cloud of Desperate GloomTwice upon a summer's moon, arrives the cloud of desperate gloom.
Looming over far and wide, it devastates the plentiful countryside.
Consuming all within its path, none can escape its unstoppable wrath.
Swallowing the helpless birds and trees, it brings all the living to their knees.
But after the moon slowly dies, the cloud goes with it, nevermore it flies.
Journey to the mansion once at three, and search through the bushes for the undiscovered key.
Unlock the door and step inside, though do be hasty for you must hide.
Hide my dear from those horrid beasts, the ones that crawl and the ones that feast.
They slither around leaving trails in sight, their saliva is is sticky so you cannot fight.
Quickly now, run out to the garden, inhale the stench from the human plants.
Give them love and feed them pain, for you'll never rest eyes on their souls again.
FadingCan you tell that I am fading?
I am starting to slip.
Pasting fake smiles and acting like someone else,
Can't you tell I am not myself?
I don't think you can.
Because I have been fading away,
For awhile now.
Not like you could possiblely care,
Doesn't seem like I can get anyone to care.
Because I don't act differnt,
Living a double life.
Full of likfe,
And sometimes angry.
I help people with their problems,
But at home?
I try to sort through mine,
Letting no one in.
Its safer that way,
But lately I have been fading.
Into the blackness,
And no one seems to notice.
Why should they?
I act as if nothing bothers me.
When it bothers me,
It all bothers me.
No one notices,
Its my fault.
I have acted this way for so long,
Its my fault that I am fading.
Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
Draw my OCs contest! Contest Over
Edit: Contest ending in 2 days!!!
Edit 4/21/13: Every participant will be given 5
Alright, to celebrate my 200 watchers, I've decided to host a contest!!
The concept is pretty simple, just draw my OCs~!
My OCs: Morgan: http://fav.me/d5jy3g8 http://fav.me/d5o3g8h Alice: http://fav.me/d5rwc3z Queen of Hearts: http://fav.me/d5t5rtf http://fav.me/d5wqgcj
This contest will be judged on how well you captured my character's personality~
Beautifully Flawed Wild AnimalsAs a child I was kicked by a horse
While approaching from behind
It knocked me clean across the stable
This fragile framed boy of nine
I tried so hard to be strong and brave
And as Mother wiped my tears away
All I could think was I must return
To the stable the very next day
I barely slept a wink that night
For thinking about the steed
And how the doctor said I‘d be dead
If hoof had hit below my knee
Running my hand over the horseshoe
That was bruised onto my thigh
I felt a very real connection
Between the animal and I
Mother woke me as dawn broke
Asked if I still wanted to go
To visit the scene of the crime
To visit my equus foe
I nodded bravely and forced a smile
And with that we were on our way
I recognised the farmers son
I recognised the bales of hay
And there he was right in front of me
He seemed bigger than before
But there was no fear in my heart
Just a sense of wonder and awe
The farmers son took me by the hand
And as he tended to its mane
He fed the horse a sugar cube
Alone in this world.Are you okay?
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
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Framed[ I met him at the county fair.
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends wh
I do not see you, have you left me behind?
Did something more spectacular enthrall your mind?
It seems that way, for I am not blind, you've left me here to rot and bind.
To lurk in the shadows and be caught in the rains, you've left me to burden all of your pains.
Forgotten I'll be, trapped in the dark, but that's alright for my soul is stark.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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