The silence weighs heavily,
expanding around me, fog
I can't escape. The light
sweetness of the day, gone,
replaced by ugly loneliness
that whispers lies that could
almost be half-truths in the dark.
The blanket touches my skin,
irritant, my body writhes against
the tyranny of the sheets,
a lockbox of restless energy.
Lethargy replaced by wide-eyed
paranoia, a litany of worst case
scenarios, worries, what ifs.
My brain runs and runs and runs
until it overheats. I pass out in
a confused tangle of bed linens
and sweat, brow furrowed deep,
waiting for you to come home
to quiet the demons and make
it smooth once more.
The silence weighs heavily,
expanding around me, fog
I can't escape. The light
sweetness of the day, gone,
replaced by ugly loneliness
that whispers lies that could
almost be half-truths in the dark.
The blanket touches my skin,
irritant, my body writhes against
the tyranny of the sheets,
a lockbox of restless energy.
Lethargy replaced by wide-eyed
paranoia, a litany of worst case
scenarios, worries, what ifs.
My brain runs and runs and runs
until it overheats. I pass out in
a confused tangle of bed linens
and sweat, brow furrowed deep,
waiting for you to come home
to quiet the demons and make
it smooth once more.
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them by GabrielGadfly, literature
Literature
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them
I think you keep secrets under your skin
like trees keep rings and do not know it,
like the sea teems,
like dark and quiet space
keeps every ray of light
the stars whispered to one another
when they were still young
and dying to make love.
I think you keep secrets in you
like the desert keeps sands,
like sleep keeps dreams,
like cities keep sleepless people
and people looking for sleepless people
to fall asleep with.
I think you keep secrets
like secrets like to be kept,
and I want to learn them all.
I caught a sun gold.
Trembling old in my cupped palm, quiet copper,
as my rage on our queen, for so crippling me.
And how too did I rail
against you, Cyprian beloved?
Understand: I grow too old
for bows and arrows, Eros.
Spreading the dA Love: Volume 11 by Quolia, journal
Spreading the dA Love: Volume 11
:heart: ~GoldendAplz (https://www.deviantart.com/goldendaplz) :heart: :iconGoldendAplz: :heart:
As the title suggests, this news article series aim to promote wonderful aspects of the deviantART community, from showcasing beautiful works of art, to informing you of great groups, and to interviewing inspirational deviants. I feel so happy being part of such a wonderful community and I hope to make it better, even if it's only a little bit, by making these articles. My goal is to bring to light everything that impassions me and, hopefully, inspire you!
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:squee: Showcasing Gorgeous Artwork :squee:
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Your hands, riddled with time, gripped mine
and your eyes shone with so much light
for a moment I thought you recognized me,
your beloved granddaughter, your face
in the layers of my face. So when you leaned close,
I listened to your beautiful voice,
as if I knew it were the last time, I cradled
your soft hands in my own and you said,
the most important thing you can teach your child
is kindness,
even though I would not be pregnant
for weeks.
When I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquis
Phantoms Of Another Universe by Iceotter, literature
Literature
Phantoms Of Another Universe
Look.
I'll tell it like it was.
black.
cold.
wretched.
Static clung to the air
like ornaments on a Christmas tree
and we were graced with the odd arced lightning.
Oh, it was cold.
so cold.
I remember not seeing,
my fingers frozen off as
feeling receded from them
like waves on a beach.
how could I even be sure
they were.
still.
there?
the forgotten memory of a sunset
lay imprinted on my brain,
and its absence made the night
emptier than ever.
we waited.
we waited for the moon to rise,
for the clouds to shift,
for the e-lec-tri-ci-ty to stop
(like lost travelers stumbling
in the desert waiting for an
oasis mir
I am deathly afraid of tornadoes, but rain storms of all kinds are my favorite weather. I'm a psych major, and endlessly fascinated by the human capacity for being messed up, but still being okay. I spend tons of my time reading, dreaming of traveling all over the world, watching my favorite TV shows, and, of course, writing. My ideal job? Television writer.
I often wish I was a vampire slayer. :)
Favourite Movies
Love Actually. Gladiator. 10 Things I Hate About You.
Song always makes me think of Supernatural.
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Been awhile since I've been on here. I seem to say that quite often. I have a relatively free day today, though, so I am going to take some time to go through and read all of the wonderful works that I have missed out on. Well. Some of the wonderful works. I currently have 5000 messages (after culling quite a bit) so I don't think I'll get to them all!
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Yesterday was my favorite kind of day: overcast, a little blustery, the faint bite of fall in the air. I am over summer, with all its sweltering, oppressive heat. I am done with being drenched in sweat one moment and then freezing
It's been six months since my last entry?! Goodness.
A few self serving items of business...
First of all, my brother's band just released their first album on iTunes. They are a group of incredibly talented young people and any support at all is appreciated! You can find the album at the following link: http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/campus-thieves/id540188422 Go take a listen, purchase if you like, tell your friends about this spectacular new band you discovered. ;)
Second. The boy and I started a blog. http://creative-dwelling.com We appreciate reads, comments, etc, and we post about writing, photography, life, whatever. Stop by somet