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TickingTick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
Moments leading to more limbo.
Ashen second to more grayness.
A neverending sludge of perpetual jadedness.
When will it end?
Will it end?
The suffocating tedium, unabated.
Forever haunting, permeating time and space
With its monotonous tendrils,
Gripping reality to a standstill.
A vicegrip upon the very essence of chronology.
Tick tock, the seconds pass,
But for what?
FogThe shifting haze, drifting figures
Here a lover, there a friend.
Out of reach, always there
Specters forever haunting.
Wisps of time forever gone
Never seen by worldly eyes.
Ghosts beheld only by the walker.
A fog swirls, things are hidden
Those far away invisible to the eye
Looking forward, only darkness
Never known until its past.
Each step, a fleeting instant
Out of that darkness and into the fog
Everyone, everything, lived in but a moment.
Oh, that the specters would follow
Keeping company along this journey,
Instead of being left behind.
More shadowed with every step.
HoleWondrous majesty, churning in the sky.
Power of the mightiest gods.
Who can withstand its might?
Behold! Rivers spiral inward, never escaping.
Smothering blindness, death to all
Oh, you Awesome Beast, never ceasing your banquet.
Cannot you quench your eternal thirst,
Or satisfy that insatiable hunger?
Woe to any who embrace your touch.
For they will feel your tremendous crushing weight.
BEGONE you slavering tyrant!
Let them GO from your mighty grasp!
For your darkness is no friend to creativity!
To the primordial sea that gives life to all.
I pity you.
You cannot sustain yourself.
Oh! How radiant you were in a distant past.
Spreading warmth and light to a multitude.
But how you disposed of it all.
A mere shadow you have become.
Feasting upon others, a slave to your own destruction.
For if only you had the grace to die
Like your fellows, humble as they were.
Yet all you do is dabble in Dark Arts,
Consuming all in your fight for power.
Your greed denying to others
The very life you disca
RipplesRipples spead upon the lake,
Moving water in their wake.
Oh so gently, lillies move
To the beat of ripple's groove.
Plip! A drop. More ripples form.
Move the reeds they now adorn.
Cover rocks but for a moment,
Making wet in their enjoyment.
More drops fall from twigs and leaves,
More the quiet movement weaves.
Weaving with it's melody
Web of life and harmony.
GrayGray skies to the horizon, clouds block the stars
Air stands still, nothing moves, quiet fills all.
A figure sits amid stone pillars, contemplating
The road he must take in his journey
Alas, to the left lies shadows and thorns
And many perils mark the way
Yet a gentle breeze invites the traveller
Speaking of brightness and healing touch
To the right, many clouds, flowers dot the path
Yet deep within their petals, a mournful smell
Like hidden tears and silent sobs
Sounds of regret and pain everywhere
Which the path that's to be taken?
Pain and darkness for the wisper of truth
Or slight beauty in the way towards gray
That never ceases, bringing fog
Go for the thorns, towards the shadow
For in the hard time, you'll be strong
Go towards promise of the sweetness
Of no regret, and of ever-joy.
CompassI'm so lost, I cannot find
My way through this maze
Do I go left? How about right?
Or maybe I'll go upward.
Oh no, a dead end, now what?
Maybe left in the intersection.
No, that's another dead end too.
This is so confusing.
Onward, onward, though this maze
Let not dead ends laden your soul
Persistence, Courage, Wisdom too
Let these be your Compass guides.
Look a new path! A new place!
Onward, Onward, don't stop now
Close are we to getting out
From this tangled up place.
Compass, point me! Lead me out!
That way's North, let us go east!
There it is, the exit now,
We have made it out, Hooray!
Thank you, Compass, for your help
In our time of greatest need.
Thank you, Persistence, Courage, Wisdom
Thank you, for all your support.
WordsWhat was that, what did you say?
Little known are those words here.
Peace? Laughter? Ever-joy?
I know not those words, I fear.
Sorrow? Pain? Misery?
Those are words I know quite well.
Deep chains bind me, force feed me
These words chase me as from Hell.
Hope, you say? What is Hope?
No more pain and grief for me?
No, Hope does not exist in this place.
Hope is not a thing to be.
Scorching Fires, Choking Ashes
Play me as a worn out drum
Pounding, striking, never leave me
Pain to much to be endured by some.
BEGONE, foul demons! Torture me not!
Desist the torment of my Soul!
Scatter now, and let me be!
Let my life be one and whole!
Peace, quiet, tranquility
Are these things I'll never reach?
Hope you say? What is Hope?
Tell me now, I do beseech.
Turmoil, nothing else I knew,
Hope, a word of nothingness.
Seek a new Life? Pray for strength?
No more will I know distress?
What was that? What did you say?
Congratulations AbbieThis is dedicated to Carol okay and Abbie (big smiles)
I have a friend who can draw the greatest of art.
She can draw anything, you just ask and she'll start.
The other thing about my talented friend,
is you are always surprised at what you see in the end.
So also know this about my friend and I think its a beaut.
She doesn't understand how talented she is now that is a hoot.
The other thing about my friend is she does like the Owl.
But to write a poem for her and not them did not seem quite as fowl.
Orange and lemonAnonymous poem: Orange and lemon
went hand in hand orange and lemon all the people walked across the balcony
They ran all the people sung a song and so very tired volviero orange and lemon
Well this is my first published literature "Orange and Lemon" and I hope you like it and comment or else orange and lemon it will eat you all night ... lol well not really but I hope you liked it bye!
I Do Not Have a SisterDedicated to Carol
I do not have a sister. I know that much for sure.
But when I am feeling down or lonely she comes knocking at my door.
How do I know it is not my sister, it is her arms you see.
They are the only part of her to come and hug to cheer me.
She cannot be my sister and I am only being logical.
Those hugs come at the very best times and I know that they're magical.
I know she is not my sister but she always gets me thinking...
She gets those arms so very long, do they take forever shrinking?
ExoticWhat's a moment,
Trying to identify what beauty is?
or was it something...
Which had no explaination,
like a lover who's invisible,
An exotic hand you've a taste for,
Was it -love,
Or simply delusion
The Noble Bachelor: Lord St. SimonA/N: “Lady St. Simon is a myth. There is not, and there never has been, any such person."
Lord St. Simon
(A name handy for rhymin’)
Was worried about his kin and his kith
Finding out his missus was a myth.
Ode to SeptimusMy friend Septimus is no more
Once he lived on my garage door
We saw each other every day
Our friendship grew in every way
Now, alas he's lost and gone
Have I the strength to carry on?
"What was his fate?" in pain I cry
Mayhap a mean bird in the sky
Who hungrily with evil eye
Him on my garage door did spy?
Who bore him off against his will
In order to his stomach fill
O yes my friend I loved you well
But all you left is empty shell
And slimy trail upon my door
Which will remind for evermore
Me of your sad and tragic end
Farewell forever, faithful friend
EthicalI'm a good teacher,
I give all tens,
A bad student gets ones,
Tax collectors take numbers & digits alike,
Let's discriminate price,
Judge the morals,
I'd like ta judge you reader,
You'de be most happy with a ten,
How moral of you,
But you got a one,
I gave a student a ten last night,
Dropped The BassDubstep is quite the disgrace
I'd never see it anyplace!
It reminds me, in short
Of fate's cruel retort
When that crane cruelly dropped the bass.
The Night Before SkypemasTwas the night before Skypemas
and all through the chat
not a creature was stirring
not even Zark at that.
The tyops were quiet
The chat topic cleared
And there was no talk
of Bob and Pho's beard.
From Robit's end, silence
From Clorin's end too
And Tiny was not heard
speaking to WQ.
When suddenly, lo!
A Great Thing came forth
And Anne exclaimed
Go look at the Source.
For Hussie declared
That an update should be
And so it was made
That was His decree!
And DM and GC
and Yoss, Al, and Psych
Cheered at the good tidings
That came there that night.
And Rissa came dancing
Doc quietly nodded
Even JA was happy
for the good that was brought..ed
And so they all said
on computer screens bright
"Happy Updates to all
and to all a Good Night!"
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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