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Cherry BlossomsCherry Blossoms filling my heart,
Cherry Blossoms filling my heart.
Cherry Blossoms,the smell in my nose,
Cherry Blossoms; red like a rose.
Cherry Blossoms filling my head,
Cherry Blossoms I dream of in bed.
All the blossoms soothe my regrets,
All the blossoms make me never forget.
Feel the sweet kiss of petals on skin,
Their soft velvet touch fills me with bliss.
I will never forget when you breathed your last breath:
"Go on, for both of us. To live another day.."
My heart is saddened, and filled with despair,
And alas, I don't think I will ever repair.
But as long as your blossoms still bless my heart,
I will relase my angers, and sorrows; in words and it arts.
And untill the day that I breathe my last breathe,
I will remember, and cling, to those words that you said.
Devious Journal EntryI am slowly losing my mind. As I swim through the turmult sea of work and stress and loss and love, I cry to myself for what could have been! I'm a beautiful blossoming tree, but I'm collapsing under the weight of my own branches... I have no gardener to cut the rotten branches away.. And they.. Slowly poison me.
As the ocean of life reaches up from the depths like some gargantuan leviathan to swallow me whole, I cry out to the gods that have forsaken me to die at their doorsteps or in their houses...
As my body is ravaged and intoxicated and wanting and needing! Left this way by the oh so sweet corruption that flows through my veins! Twisting my actions and clouding my thoughts...
I am a hero! Saving children from burning buildings at the cost of my own life... Becoming alive again through... Love and friends who are.. My family!
But I cry.. As my friends take in my footsteps. Dying for the Greater Good that I have preached for too many years to count! So I go and commit suicide-by-co
Opening EyesI don't really know.. I feel like I'm missing something.. Some grand part of some huge clockwork scheme, where I'm just one little gear in the machinations of a grandfather clock, ticking eternally, following the unstoppable passage of time.... I can feel it... But.. I can't... It's like.. Living your entire life with your eyes closed.. Used to the darkness, but still knowing that there is such thing as light, you just don't know what it looks like... Then one day.. You open your eyes.. And burn with newfound feeling as you see, for the very first time... I haven't opened my eyes yet... I can feel it.. I know that somewhere.. Out there, is something magnificent.. Called light... And with it, comes knowledge and amazing indescribable beauty... But... I don't know it.. Because my eyes... Are still closed... God.. grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change... The courage and strength to change the things I can... And the wisdom... To know the difference... Even though... T
Chapter 1Chapter One: Foreword of the beginning
"The symbol of Orin Concost was created in C. A.D 2009 by LT Colonel Robert "Maes" Silver. The symbol is as powerfull as it is because it contains all of the power, magic, and life force of the destroyed planet Xerxes Alpha Seven. Only select few have the mental prowess, will power, and physical ability to harness the power, take it into the body, and use the power. There have only been three recorded cases of anyone being able to harness and control the power of the destructive seal. Most that try don't have the will power or physical ability to take control of the seal, and they sadly go horrendously insane. Because the risks are so high nobody ever try's to do it anymore, and those that do usually quit in the process and become outcasts or vagabonds in their society, and are exiled until they do something world changing. If you do succeed in managing to control Orin some of the recorded powers and abilities are, as listed in order of gaining: e
A poemSilently screaming;
No one hears.
Falling down my cheeks;
Are unseen tears.
I needed some help,
And nobody cared.
This silent suffering,
Is too much to bear.
Please help me now;
get rid of these tears.
Please help me now;
Get rid of these fears.
Please help me now;
Get through this dispair.
I can honestly say;
That nobody cares.
I might as well just give up,
I feel that soon I might erupt.
I have nowhere to turn,
I have nowhere to run,
Does anyone see how much I churn?
I am empty inside,
And no one sees or cares.
And I have no more pride,
At least none that I can bear.
Just go away now!
Leave me be!
I'm drowning in misery you cannot see!
Wether you're here or there,
Just doesn't matter.
My sadness just swells;
And gets fatter and fatter.
I hate them!
They leech off of me!
This is what I wonder:
Why can't you see?
I doubt this emotions will ever leave;
And I think they're here to stay,
Hit the ground!
Lay in a puddle of blood,
You cry and try to get up,
You stagger to your feet,
The world greets you with darkness.
Try to get up,
Take two steps,
You smell and taste the essence of your own deathy coming.
You lay there,
Waiting for death to come.
To bring life.
Why try when there is no chance?
When you know you are going to fail,
There is no point.
You only fail at the end,
Best to give up now.
This is goodbye.
See you in the
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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