Shun thy thoughts from which sick diseases may form. Thoughts of which cut at the mind. Like razors of the soul, they churn, scrape, and lash at the mind, with thy head as its coffin. Like caught in a tornado, thoughts are thrown until forgetfulness, distraction, or resolution bring serenity and peace to the valley thus the twister swept through. There thine sickly breeze, only now, throws fanciful dandelion seeds about and nothing more. But for those who can’t find or get to the promised land of the calm-minded, an internal gallows in a land sundered apart lays before them. In this land so ravaged, little grows, few live. The wind rip
Sometimes I wish I could find the right words to say
An enlightening limerick to let loose my lonely mind
A strange stanza, stone words from warm heart for clean ears to interpret
Towering tales stayed place in a ticking mind, to tragic to tell without tearing
But I can’t
To weed out my mind of whimpering words that are wishing to be wished
An alphabet of antonyms to attack the atrocity that is me
A chorus of cords, careening carefully to a creeping crow
A black bird, beauteous it be, it breaks bones with broken beak
I could vex my vixen heart into vowels so vivid, no longer verdant
But the words just can’t join
Joke joyously with
People sometimes go did you see that? Or smell that? Fresh open air. But no, close your eyes and think for a moment. What do you hear? Nothing you might say, but listen closer. The humming of the computer, the gentle buzz of the lights or the tv. Maybe even your cell phone. But tell me something...can you hear the snow? Go outside and listen if you can. It falls down, screaming from endless heights and clouded white skies that light always finds its way to pierce through. Its brightness pierces your ears as it slowly falls to its stop. Can you hear it? Every snow flake tapping on the trees, the roof, the patios, ground, sidewalk, all of it. A
Sleep but don’t dream
Live but not free
Sometimes to see the truth
You must search through the trees
A tree full of lies
A tree full of doubt
A forest full of pain
Just to pull it out
A heart with a pulse
Still beating through it all
Showing you what matters
When the leaves begin to fall
The trees now naked
No leaves to surround them
Once a heart can see this much
Then we can start to mend them
When we can dream and sleep too
Live and be free
We can see through the leaves too
To the root of the tree
Shun thy thoughts from which sick diseases may form. Thoughts of which cut at the mind. Like razors of the soul, they churn, scrape, and lash at the mind, with thy head as its coffin. Like caught in a tornado, thoughts are thrown until forgetfulness, distraction, or resolution bring serenity and peace to the valley thus the twister swept through. There thine sickly breeze, only now, throws fanciful dandelion seeds about and nothing more. But for those who can’t find or get to the promised land of the calm-minded, an internal gallows in a land sundered apart lays before them. In this land so ravaged, little grows, few live. The wind rip
Sometimes I wish I could find the right words to say
An enlightening limerick to let loose my lonely mind
A strange stanza, stone words from warm heart for clean ears to interpret
Towering tales stayed place in a ticking mind, to tragic to tell without tearing
But I can’t
To weed out my mind of whimpering words that are wishing to be wished
An alphabet of antonyms to attack the atrocity that is me
A chorus of cords, careening carefully to a creeping crow
A black bird, beauteous it be, it breaks bones with broken beak
I could vex my vixen heart into vowels so vivid, no longer verdant
But the words just can’t join
Joke joyously with
People sometimes go did you see that? Or smell that? Fresh open air. But no, close your eyes and think for a moment. What do you hear? Nothing you might say, but listen closer. The humming of the computer, the gentle buzz of the lights or the tv. Maybe even your cell phone. But tell me something...can you hear the snow? Go outside and listen if you can. It falls down, screaming from endless heights and clouded white skies that light always finds its way to pierce through. Its brightness pierces your ears as it slowly falls to its stop. Can you hear it? Every snow flake tapping on the trees, the roof, the patios, ground, sidewalk, all of it. A
Sleep but don’t dream
Live but not free
Sometimes to see the truth
You must search through the trees
A tree full of lies
A tree full of doubt
A forest full of pain
Just to pull it out
A heart with a pulse
Still beating through it all
Showing you what matters
When the leaves begin to fall
The trees now naked
No leaves to surround them
Once a heart can see this much
Then we can start to mend them
When we can dream and sleep too
Live and be free
We can see through the leaves too
To the root of the tree
I don't have much artistic talent. I can be sick, twisted, insane, and very fucking creepy. I could give you nightmares that would make it so you never want to dream again. Not saying that I would. If you want me to I will. But most of all...I am me. Don't like it? Leave. Like it? Stay. Your choice. And one other thing. I write about whats on my mind and that means about all my poems I don't spend more than 15-20 minutes on. I will tell you guys all something now, you do not know how much emotion I really put into these poems. Sometimes, I will start crying in the middle of a poem because of the memories it brings back. It's just how much emotion is in the poems.
Favourite Visual Artist
The TV
Favourite Movies
The Woman In Black, Children of The Corn, Underworld
Been awhile since I wrote one of these. Maybe decided to because things are going on. Fell in love. Amazing girl. Loves me too. So does her best friend. We flirted and stuff. Best friend got pissed cause I told her no more cause I was going to ask the girl I love out. She talked to her first. Just lost her fucking trust. Hate myself so god damn much...going to punish myself later. I deserve it. Im a fucking asshole...all I know is its going to be long sleeves for the next damn month...I break so many promises and I try not to. I just fuck up. I fuck up too much. I hate myself for it...god I love her....I hope she forgives me....Shes just perf
Mood: Depressed
Place: Stuck in my damned school
Music: Resurrect the Sun by BVB, Again by Earshot, and Never Enough by Five Finger Death Punch
Been kinda stuck in this depression for a couple days now. Sat down today on DA and looked around. No inspiration at all. Play some music and it seems to be the fuel I need to crank out 2 or 3 poems. Nothing much and all depressing, I am well aware... Just how life works out I guess. You have to work with what life throws at you...even if it isn't good... anyways I hope all of you enjoy my depression.
I have started writing this book for 2 days now and I am ready to write more. One problem. Deviantart won't let me submit anything! I click submit and they are like "Blank Page MOFO!" Perfect timing for this to not work it seems. I need to be back home with my new computer so I can get everything saved on there and get this stuff to work and dkfjsifdgsdnfbdsaifbpnksdfjnldkb Rage Quit!
haha sure just go to our group page and at the top click gallery. Our whole gallery page should pop up. Just click Submit to this folder at the top of the gallery screen and Ill approve it when it comes in.