cutting up my Christmas list,
so tired, and wishing
I could do one thing right.
I'm folding the paper,
trying so hard,
but in my lap are a thousand
failed paper stars.
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PurpleI awake, frozen but sweating beneath my chartreuse flannel sheets. My mind is racing, my heart beating faster than normal.
Facing the wall, I try my best to recall what had terrified me in my sleep. Still paranoid of the room around me, I fail to remember anything meaningful. The only image I can recollect is dirty snow, and falling upon it like a human snowflake. Falling on dirty snow was the cause of this? I wonder where the other fragments of the nightmare had gone. They had disappeared in a flash. Why did this one stay?
I calm myself down with the promise of a few more hours of sleep. I roll over, freeing myself from the sticky grasp of the flannel.
All is well as I pull the covers over my head, providing a shield from the world, which still feels like an abandoned building, strange and frightening. I breathe in the chilled air coming in from the open window. It comforts me with its tranquil reality. I close my eyes, and relax.
But my breath is caught when I feel frighteningly surr
6:24Sudden noise shatters the looming silence of what was previously night.
It’s still dark, deep blue, glowing sky light makes shapes of objects around me.
Sounds are fuzzy,
old glaucous clock radio sound funneling forcefully through my sleep-deafened ears.
The clock’s face,
a green-yellow blinding glow screams at me,
The changing hours and dark seasons
have made it too dark for this hour.
The warm bed covers me, hushing away the music and glaring light.
In a heavy sloom, I listen to time signatures and melodies,
but not the words; I’ve fallen into a world where
everyone’s soft-spoken and conversations are nonexistent.
There’s just relaxed breathing and silent feedback
from a clock that changes the station by itself.
It makes me wonder if there’s a ghost inside
that wants me to listen to foreign languages and classical music,
but it helps me wake up as I turn off, turn on, turn off, once more turn on
the dusty blue clock and now jagge
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The meat industry is an industry focused on profit, while paying little or no attention to the health and comfort of the animals they profit from, cows, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, and every other animal raised for consumption. Many of the animals are malnourished or dying from terrible diseases caused by their filthy cages, with only drugs that are used to fatten them quickly keeping them alive. Many of the species that are raised for food
I'm Just SorryCan't tell why you're still here.
I only bring out your deep fear.
Constantly near panic attack.
Focusing on what you lack.
So afraid that I'll go away.
Why do you want me to stay?
You deserve more than me.
Really, what do you see?
Trying to be better for you.
I don't know what I can do.
I'll try whatever I can.
I'm just sorry for who I am.
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine
Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
For I am Winter's nocturne
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into the embers of my soul
cloaked in a dream, falling, where savage wings fly
Thou art the evening tide... the mystique I shall love;
Evermore, unto a sea of black roses, from grave to sky
Arthur Crow © 2012
LoveLove is but a rose.
Beautiful and romantic.
Then stings you as you get close and hurts you at the touch.
Silenced by the blissful torture.
Dark is the day, when it dies.
Yet reborn by the bitter cold that killed it.
And love is again as lovely as at first.
The Girl In My DreamsThe girl in my dreams comes and goes when she pleases.
Leaves me wanting more of her.
A lovely stranger with golden hair.
A beautiful face, smile, and laugh.
We walk hand in hand.
We gaze adoringly at each other.
We enjoy each others company.
Then I wake up.
Missing my dreams.
Missing that feeling that made me smile.
A gentle smile, as if I was looking at my reason of being.
My whole world. And for that moment she was.
I wish to dream of her again,
even if all she is doing is falling asleep on my shoulder.
But in the end, she was a dream.
I hope to meet her in reality.
And do it all again.
What a wonder that will be.
raini never see her cry
just laugh, because nothing's ever touched her
and sometimes i want to ask how
how it doesn't hurt -
to see the bugs in her locker
to realise that no one wants to sit with her
because she's different.
she dies when they feed her a handful of nuts,
pushing it down her throat all the while
knowing about the allergy, about
and the swelling of the throat.
that smile stays on her face, and in her eyes
till someone closes them gently.
later, i ask him - the eye-closer
how it didn't hurt her -
to be mocked, and pushed
'i'd like to think it was me.'
that night i dream
of a girl,
and a boy holding an umbrella
shielding her from life.
Desperation There's this desperate feeling of wanting
someone you know you can't have,
You can almost feel them getting closer,
So close that you can almost touch them,
You reach out,
And then they are once again out of your
A distance that you did not register before.
And you once again realize just how alone
Yet even though you know this,
You are stuck to them like spider webs
on crooked fingers,
There's no use trying to get away,
They must first destroy the webs,
And leave you in the most final way,
With a pain worse than any other.
Of what could have been and never
The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
Hug Me?Wrap your arms around my waist-
Pull me into your sweet embrace.
Keep me safe-
Be my lover-
My darling protector.
Stand up for me,
Tell me I'm beautiful;
That you were born for me.
Hug me tightly,
Just so lovingly-
Don't let go.
Take my breath away,
Make me faint-
Be my knight,
Cause me pain.
Wrap your arms-
Around my waist.
Whisper that I need to gain some weight,
That you love me all the same.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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