Newest
a black paradiseThe bass can be felt through the walls of the car. Banging out the beat to songs sad and heavy They dare not shake us from this consious slumber we've forced ourselves into.a black paradise
With every bump of the road that wakes us again, they lull us back into sleep (Once again - there's your head on my shoulder)
Nothing could be more like Utopia than this midnight drive to nowhere.
by ~eleutherophobia
Untitled until further noticeYour tears fall down your face, just like the rain on windows, mixing in with the silence that's been building up like leaves in a gutter during autumnUntitled until further notice
you look into his eyes, black pools that no one could resist getting lost in they have the lure of summer thunderstorms -
the kind that cause a stillness that even the busiest secretary stops to respect
silently you beg him to give you some sign that this has not been in vain - that the toil of spring the attempt to start over will restore even the tiniest fragment of what you once ha
by ~eleutherophobia
The EnvelopeNight opens before us like a black envelope firmly grasping our words and mixing them with the taste of glue and the smell of manufactured paper.The Envelope
It carries them across oceans of time to see if we feel the same way as before.
It might return, bearing only a sheet of blank paper. We can make it whatever we like.
Or maybe it won't come back at all, leaving us here, with wandering eyes, searching the sky for a glimpse of what is to come.
by ~eleutherophobia
It Comes too Soon for ComfortI started crying again...and I got mad. My parents tried to make me laugh about this, to make me feel better about this... Why do you have to comfort me? Con't you just leave me here and let me be sad? Am I not allowed to cry? Laughing won't make it better in the end. It hurts too badly for it to go away... Mom had me read the story she wrote about saying good-bye to him. It said "Hannah and I could only cry." Why does it have to be you and me? Yes, we both cried, but so did Dad. Your grief and my grief are two different things. And then she started to tIt Comes too Soon for Comfort
by ~eleutherophobia
Favourites
Julywithered stanzas of corn stretching out to the horizon line of sun our tired handsJuly
can't touch.
collapsing in upon itself, each stalk a dying star. leaves, once straining up,
aching a silent hallelujah, become dust.
You told me true love at its best is emptying yourself
for someone else.
drained like the fading July corn. we exsanguinate ourselves vampire death, in beauty. For others.
For love.
by ~overcast-kid
Microcosmosby *ahermin
Watchers
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: a place where they'll never find me
- Interests: reading, watching the snow fall, being outside when it's raining, writing, music
- Favourite band or musician: Bright Eyes, Death Cab for Cutie, the Postal Service
- Favourite poet or writer: M.T. Anderson (There's more, but my brain isn't functioning at the moment...)
- Shell of choice: one big enough for me to hide in
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
The way of the future.
*********
*** nature is everything ***
--
Photography is a splatter of heart and soul on paper
where the only boundaries are the edges of the sheet.
FEEL FREE TO BE FREE
~
--
And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.
--
My Prints
Previous Page12Next Page