Gray, stone corridor
Illuminated only by the glow of my eyes
Every corner turning into another
Gray, stone corridor
Solid, rough walls
Shaping the abandoned temple of Man’s mortality
Every sign of lifelessness left on those
Solid, rough walls
Smoky, black plume
Smoldering from the center of this shrine
Every dying passion fueling that
Smoky, black plume
Small, round chimney
Suffocating me towards unconsciousness
Every breath I take, climbing up the
Small, round chimney
Wide, open land
Surrounding this levitating monolith…
Everywhere I look I see
Wide, open land
Soft, gentle hand
“Come with me,” I call below
Every
Fascinating
That one could experience life --
On the heavenly Earth
Surrounded by freshwater and city lights, --
As a golden spirit,
And feel, at the same time, a sense of
Peace and forlornness.
Alone
Radiating on the shores,
Absorbing the sunlight on my open chest,
And my eyes closed...
Struggling to force myself to feel
The arms that should be wrapped around my body
As she whispers behind me
Mysteries of the universe…
Nightfall
I see nobody…
I hear nobody…
I feel nobody…
And as I press my fists to my temple and
Turn to the moon with a tired vision,
I could swear that your existence was
The most well-known fac
Someday…
This day belongs to us…
This day we’ve always talked about
Will no longer have to be thought about
Cause we’ll have the answers to the questions
That right now all we can say is: Someday.
No longer will you have to ask me
“When will you propose to me?”
And I’ll no longer hate to say “Someday.”
We’ll have tea every morning and an apple a day,
Who cares what anybody has to say?
This is how our lives will be Someday.
No more will you have to question
When will our lives begin?
It’s been way too long we’ve waited for Someday.
We’ll dance to the music and
Sometimes the Simplest Answer... by DavidTarr, literature
Literature
Sometimes the Simplest Answer...
There was a time I wondered
What kind of sound is made
When the first star appears in the deep, dark sky…
It sounds like joyous laughter in the act of transfiguring my wonder to whether I am experiencing dream or reality.
When a hero saves a life
Everyone cheers and proclaims their love,
But when a hero saves a virtue,
There is only disgust.
Let’s try something different.
What are you afraid of?
Let’s make something matter.
For once in this life-forsaken world.
Let evil be evil,
But let it not be protected.
-“What say you, judge?”
--Well, the first dinner was certainly delivered quite exquisitely. All the foods on my plate were in a good organization and their color scheme emit an appetizing incentive. They taste fabulous, I couldn’t have asked for a better meal. Your team certainly did a great job.
The second dinner... I don’t know where to begin with my list of complaints. I have an uncontrollable suspicion from the smell of the food you have offered that you are trying to poison me. When I finally found the courage to try the meal, I had to resist spitting it back out into my napkin. I do not think your team even tri
When they believe,
You know.
When idols betray their integrity,
You remain loyal to yourself.
When teachers refuse to learn,
You refuse to be taught.
When leaders forget to lead,
You define your own path.
When family scuffles,
You pay closer attention.
When they call you old,
You look younger.
When they hate your happiness,
You make it stronger.
When they brand you blamable,
You accept no guilt.
When they kiss,
You laugh.
When we kiss,
You sigh.
When we exchange looks,
You hear my silent song.
When we hold hands,
You feel my life force.
When we work together,
You know no better team.
When they evade death,
You achieve life.
Whe
Shadows Somewhere in the Moonlighting by DavidTarr, literature
Literature
Shadows Somewhere in the Moonlighting
There’s nothing anyone could ever do
To win the chance of viewing an event
So powerful, so hypnotizing, so
No force on earth could possibly prevent.
“I’m not even in your league,” she despairs…
“Nonsense,” says the god, “show what you’re hiding.”
Greedy hands ripping the clothes she wears
And the shadows somewhere in the moonlighting.
From years of priding, this body is thine!
Have my granite chest for your golden skin…
For years of priding, your body is mine!
Our carnal lips kiss the spirits within.
Absorbing pleasure, she needn’t confess
How his love’s restrict
Freedom is an important element in every person’s life. People want their freedom to carry a gun, their financial freedom, children want independence from their parents, teenagers want their freedom to drink at age eighteen. Rallies are held and speeches are written to fight for such freedoms. Yet, how many people really understand the meaning of freedom? In this essay, I want to show how we can encapsulate what freedom really is, so I am only going to focus on is the fundamental degree: a person’s freedom to life, and I would like to elaborately illustrate it using the prime example of slavery in the revolutionary era of the Ame
Gray, stone corridor
Illuminated only by the glow of my eyes
Every corner turning into another
Gray, stone corridor
Solid, rough walls
Shaping the abandoned temple of Man’s mortality
Every sign of lifelessness left on those
Solid, rough walls
Smoky, black plume
Smoldering from the center of this shrine
Every dying passion fueling that
Smoky, black plume
Small, round chimney
Suffocating me towards unconsciousness
Every breath I take, climbing up the
Small, round chimney
Wide, open land
Surrounding this levitating monolith…
Everywhere I look I see
Wide, open land
Soft, gentle hand
“Come with me,” I call below
Every
Fascinating
That one could experience life --
On the heavenly Earth
Surrounded by freshwater and city lights, --
As a golden spirit,
And feel, at the same time, a sense of
Peace and forlornness.
Alone
Radiating on the shores,
Absorbing the sunlight on my open chest,
And my eyes closed...
Struggling to force myself to feel
The arms that should be wrapped around my body
As she whispers behind me
Mysteries of the universe…
Nightfall
I see nobody…
I hear nobody…
I feel nobody…
And as I press my fists to my temple and
Turn to the moon with a tired vision,
I could swear that your existence was
The most well-known fac
Someday…
This day belongs to us…
This day we’ve always talked about
Will no longer have to be thought about
Cause we’ll have the answers to the questions
That right now all we can say is: Someday.
No longer will you have to ask me
“When will you propose to me?”
And I’ll no longer hate to say “Someday.”
We’ll have tea every morning and an apple a day,
Who cares what anybody has to say?
This is how our lives will be Someday.
No more will you have to question
When will our lives begin?
It’s been way too long we’ve waited for Someday.
We’ll dance to the music and
Sometimes the Simplest Answer... by DavidTarr, literature
Literature
Sometimes the Simplest Answer...
There was a time I wondered
What kind of sound is made
When the first star appears in the deep, dark sky…
It sounds like joyous laughter in the act of transfiguring my wonder to whether I am experiencing dream or reality.
When a hero saves a life
Everyone cheers and proclaims their love,
But when a hero saves a virtue,
There is only disgust.
Let’s try something different.
What are you afraid of?
Let’s make something matter.
For once in this life-forsaken world.
Let evil be evil,
But let it not be protected.
-“What say you, judge?”
--Well, the first dinner was certainly delivered quite exquisitely. All the foods on my plate were in a good organization and their color scheme emit an appetizing incentive. They taste fabulous, I couldn’t have asked for a better meal. Your team certainly did a great job.
The second dinner... I don’t know where to begin with my list of complaints. I have an uncontrollable suspicion from the smell of the food you have offered that you are trying to poison me. When I finally found the courage to try the meal, I had to resist spitting it back out into my napkin. I do not think your team even tri
When they believe,
You know.
When idols betray their integrity,
You remain loyal to yourself.
When teachers refuse to learn,
You refuse to be taught.
When leaders forget to lead,
You define your own path.
When family scuffles,
You pay closer attention.
When they call you old,
You look younger.
When they hate your happiness,
You make it stronger.
When they brand you blamable,
You accept no guilt.
When they kiss,
You laugh.
When we kiss,
You sigh.
When we exchange looks,
You hear my silent song.
When we hold hands,
You feel my life force.
When we work together,
You know no better team.
When they evade death,
You achieve life.
Whe
Shadows Somewhere in the Moonlighting by DavidTarr, literature
Literature
Shadows Somewhere in the Moonlighting
There’s nothing anyone could ever do
To win the chance of viewing an event
So powerful, so hypnotizing, so
No force on earth could possibly prevent.
“I’m not even in your league,” she despairs…
“Nonsense,” says the god, “show what you’re hiding.”
Greedy hands ripping the clothes she wears
And the shadows somewhere in the moonlighting.
From years of priding, this body is thine!
Have my granite chest for your golden skin…
For years of priding, your body is mine!
Our carnal lips kiss the spirits within.
Absorbing pleasure, she needn’t confess
How his love’s restrict
Freedom is an important element in every person’s life. People want their freedom to carry a gun, their financial freedom, children want independence from their parents, teenagers want their freedom to drink at age eighteen. Rallies are held and speeches are written to fight for such freedoms. Yet, how many people really understand the meaning of freedom? In this essay, I want to show how we can encapsulate what freedom really is, so I am only going to focus on is the fundamental degree: a person’s freedom to life, and I would like to elaborately illustrate it using the prime example of slavery in the revolutionary era of the Ame
Come one, come all, Little Child's here again!
Except this time, he's completely frozen!
He was sitting right here, 'neath this here tree,
But rains came and washed him down undersea.
I fished him out from on top of the ice,
And found him: a statue incased in ice.
I could only imagine his nightmare,
While I scouted for help and set a flare.
Damn any tyrant who thinks he reigns
In the world where Little Child knows he's king.
Even now, his poetry has begun.
Neither fire, nor ice corrupts his dreams,
For they're his vantage to aid the Living.
He will be free after drinking the sun.
One day, Little Child had to see
If the one he loved lived in glee.
Having her sight where his had been:
He saw her living on an ocean.
He saw her alone on a raft,
In her hand: her heart, cut in half!
And with swords where her soul had been,
He saw her living on an ocean.
He saw her where the air was dead,
And where all joy would turn to dread.
Trapped in a place he'd never been,
He saw her living on an ocean.
The Ballad of Little Child by DavidTarr, literature
Literature
The Ballad of Little Child
People like to call me Little Child.
For my everlasting wanderlust
And my curse to never learn it all.
Whatever "it" may be.
I've more and more to learn, no matter how much,
Or how long I study. People don't notice: my skill in "it"
grows infinitely. But I also like to share everything I've learned.
So listen to this tale of my time in love.
I'm the one they all talk about when I'm walking down the block,
They say, "Hey, ain't that the kid who lost a piece of his heart?"
And I just stroll on by, dedicating my life towards
Looking down on the lands whereon it may lie.
If I had to lose another piece of the puzzle,
It should go al
Sometimes you know when you'll take your last breath.
Understanding this made Little Child feel
Stupid, yet dangerously close to death.
Colorful darkness was simply not real.
Except 'till Child finds the Black Demon who
Paints all the sadness and nightmares around.
Trampling evils are taunting the Child, few
Insensitive to his nauseous breakdown.
Before trouble came, he shielded his heart.
Ivory clouds flowed under the sun, and
Little Child knew the Grim Reaper had come.
Insane movements create their work of art.
Tonight one fighter will be left to stand.
Yellow swords echo with a holy hum.
Pathetic and weak, Little Child discerned
when the strength in him turned to goriness.
Though in dreams he'd act in ways she deserved,
Child could not protect his treasured princess.
In reality, princess was threatened,
Little Child struggled to guard her Heart through
the terrible war that raged--unreasoned--
ending in breaking them both; Despair grew.
Clutching on to life, fending off frostbite,
he endeavored to bring her to safety.
Bliss will not be withheld from a princess.
Endlessly tried by fiends and parasites,
He'll strive to keep her hopeful and lofty;
Always to smother oncoming grayness.
Hush, Little Child, don't be afraid.
These words may be old
But their effect stays the same.
Hush, Little Child, you're not alone.
I'll always be here
To comfort you.
Your words scare me, Little Child.
You tell me there's a bomb in the heart of your soul.
You tell me you know how long the wick is,
And you know that the fuse is lit.
But you also tell me that you
Do not know
How bad the damage will be.
I can't stop this, Little Child.
I can't lick my fingers and close the flame on this wick.
I cannot free you from this fate.
And I'm so, guiltily sorry.
I'm so tremendously, helplessly sorry.
Hush, Little Child, don't be afraid.
Little Child...
Worry not.
There is a war happening right now.
And we are in the very middle of it. But...
Worry not.
Everything will turn out alright.
In the end, it always does.
Worry Not.
Little Child...
They could tear us apart from each other.
They could turn us against each other.
They could even force us to kill each other.
But never can I lose my love for any other
Little Child. As long as we love each other...
Worry Not.
This war will end one day, Little Child.
when that happens...
there will be
birds singing,
music playing,
the sun will shine again,
the flowers will flood the land in beauty again,
and the blood
Little Child, he was,
Once six- but now seventeen!
Never understood the meaning of life.
Everyone seemed content in his world,
Living lives like kings.
Inside, he hid himself, for he did
Not want the world to know that
Even though he was quiet, he was
Such a loving, caring soul, willing to
Save anyone anything. Or to save anyone from anything.
Every now and then, his
Xanth* hands will hold the hand of a friend.
Instead, he will soon realize his only true friend is the
Savior Himself. Little Child was very religious he
Thought if he followed in His foot-
Steps, he would be admired. Instead he was ignored.
*Xanth also mea
Shadows Somewhere in the Moonlighting by DavidTarr, literature
Literature
Shadows Somewhere in the Moonlighting
There’s nothing anyone could ever do
To win the chance of viewing an event
So powerful, so hypnotizing, so
No force on earth could possibly prevent.
“I’m not even in your league,” she despairs…
“Nonsense,” says the god, “show what you’re hiding.”
Greedy hands ripping the clothes she wears
And the shadows somewhere in the moonlighting.
From years of priding, this body is thine!
Have my granite chest for your golden skin…
For years of priding, your body is mine!
Our carnal lips kiss the spirits within.
Absorbing pleasure, she needn’t confess
How his love’s restrict
My tears come down with the rain so nobody notices.
Like crows searching for food, my cries cut through the air,
But no faster than the pain cuts through my open wounds.
I'll just lay here and look up at the strange new world
I'm about to drown in. Where'd she go? Will I ever know?
How can I call myself sane when someone's got my mind?
Will I see a new dream--
Or another threatening mirage?
I can't trust my own eyes.
When night arose, I woke up again.
All the dark clouds were gone.
But so were the stars.
Look for me,
Sorrow, find my mind!
Enter my id with your rancid care.
Look for me,
Sorrow, find my tongue!
Use my language as your wrecking ball!
Give me your henchmen: Grief and Regret.
Show me how to become
Your ringer.
Teach me how
To be all that you are.
Then, I'll know how to find your weak spot.
From where I stood (at the edge of a cliff), I could see the most beautiful kingdom in the entire world! My friend gazed in the same direction, and asked me if I'd like to cross the wooden bridge to get there. Before I answered, I looked at the bridge. It was old and it had a lot of cracks in it, and it easily swung in the wind, and it didn't even have railings to hold on to. But then I looked back at the city, and I said, "Of course I would!" So my friend unsheathed a knife and cut the strings of the bridge away before I could stop him.
I stared at my friend in contempt. "Why did you do that!" I shouted.
My friend looked back at me calm
Illuminating lights have always just made me bind
Over time as the misanthropic fairie from heaven
Shines her flashlights in my face.
That's what I get for hunting the Light.
It's always been a resolution of mine but
What good is gold if you can't spend it?
What purpose is there in looking for happiness
When there is no one to share it with?
I can't be happy and lonely at the same time,
It just doesn't work for me.
But I keep having this same, old,
Death-defying quest to complete
Year after year and it's never finished.
I'm looking for the chest that my golden key unlocks.
Inside this chest is legendary treasure.
Something we a
Take my heart, for it is strong!
Don't believe me? Hear this song:
Your swain's intentions are all wrong, so
Expect to feel like a cheated pawn.
Don't believe me? Hear this song:
His eyes are glued to your sarong;
Expect to feel like a cheated pawn
When your heart feels dead and gone.
His eyes are glued to your sarong;
Your swain's intentions are all wrong, so
When your heart feels dead and gone...
Take my heart, for it is strong.
Where is the justice in this? Where are the consequences?
Who delivers the positives and negatives?
Who calculates all the pluses and all the minuses?
It is said that these questions belong to Gods. Well,
This entire planet is infested with Gods and Goddesses!
In Ancient Greece and Rome, they would answer all the time.
Born to be forever free, human beings try to be. But one day,
Someone's Ever-Righteous Ruler sucker-punched the most beautiful
Angel out of his own home. He tumbled, screaming down
From a Star Chamber in the velvet sky; humorously displaced,
And plummeted into the homeland made for the humans. Ever since
That unwa
The Ring of Arelie was the best gift a man could give his fiancé to prove his love to her it was a legendary one-of-a-kind diamond, and I was the man who knew exactly where to find it. As a descendent of the Talnon Dynasty, Iamong a selected fewknow by heart the story of my great-great grandfather's glorious death and how he was buried with the ring still on his finger.
I, Aeldrick Talnon, the nineteen year-old prince and heir to the throne, was a fighter; and more importantly, a strategist. My black eyes, devoid of all humanity, were my greatest and proudest characteristic, as it shows my true personality with inconc
Love, itself, is ever-lasting.
Having been met by trillions of men and women,
And yet we still seem to know nothing about it.
Love is a secret that won't be found,
Although it spreads infinitely throughout the world,
And that is why Love always conquers over Hate.
But who is Hate but a haughty soldier with a hammer
Who roams around looking for people to torture;
But every soldier can be severed.
Pain is an illusion, though, and the soldier knows this,
But Love is real, and that is why we Love our enemies.
But enemies are nothing more than who we are!
We are enemies and heroes to ourselves, and always to others.
So if we are all
It struck me--a great, formless thought, unable to take shape in this atmosphere of slow lovely embracing music--that that was the power of the violin, that it sounded human in a way that we humans could not! It spoke for us in a way that we ourselves couldn't. Ah, yes, and that's what all the pondering and poetry has been about. --Violin, Anne Rice.
Loss
My name is David Tarr.
Some of you know who I am. Congratulations if you do. If not, you'll know too much about me soon enough, should you become engaged in the story I'm going to share-foolishly publicly.
Her name is Rosie. None of you know about her. I've never spoken about her before
Loss
This is what happens to me when I feel true love.
Now, I'm not the kinda guy that when he falls in Love he automatically goes for whatever he can get his tough hands on. No! In fact its man-jerks like that that make me ashamed to be male. Maybe one day, centuries from today, a new generation of the male species will rise, and there will be countless Gentlemen. Countless people such as I. Countless wonderful ladies as well. This way, every single human being can experience the kind of wonderful, most undeserved Love that could ever be felt. This kind of Love makes me see beauty everywhere! Damn the delinquents and damn the perverts and
Loss
Today maybe I'll see Rosie again!
I can't get over it, there is a distinct possibility that there is someone out there! For ME! And I met her yesterday!
What's even more amazing was I could swear I could see what she was thinking when I looked into her eyes. It may just be my mind playing tricks on me but what if it's true? Could she have been thinking exactly what I was thinking? This is my soul mate for life!
Last night before I fell asleep I was reminded of my mother's story of how she met my dad. She told how she was working at an ice cream deli and this nice man walked in for an interview, and the minute
Loss
This is what happens when I panic.
My heart is hurtling like a hasty hummingbird as I sprawl around frantically in all directions trying to remember what I'm doing, where I'm going, and what on Earth I could possibly be panicking about. Rosie in the hospital?? It can't be true! It's not ALLOWED to be true! I won't let it be true!!! These were all the thoughts running through my mind while my feet were running down the hot road towards the hospital! Oh, please!! A person like Rosie doesn't deserve to be hurt, ohhh if I see the slightest BRUISE on her skin I will curse the Universe and damn the world for everything it's worth! L
Loss
I remember an 18-wheel silver, shiny truck, slowly coming towards me, and I remember my nose slamming against the metal as it broke. I remember the back of my head hitting the asphalt before everything turned black like someone had flipped the light switch in my pupils. But I don't remember coming to the place I woke up in.
"He's awake!" cried an elder, feminine sound. "He's awake already!"
It must be a nurse. So this must be the hospital. Yes! I remember, I was trying to get to Rosie! Maybe they brought me to the same place she came to! Oh! I hope so! Wouldn't it be something if she were just in the next room? So close, but
Loss
This is what happens when I die.
When the Light finally left my eyes, I felt myself floating above the hospital bed. Floating above Rosie. I was able to look down and see her crying, and it made me sad. I wanted to tell her so much that I did not want to see her cry. Not over me. I was flying higher. I looked behind me and I saw no wings. Maybe I wasn't flying. I was being pulled up into the clouds by someone's arm, with the hand clutched on to my back. God's hand? I never knew, and I have yet to find out. I didn't meet God when I arrived in Heaven, like the Christian religion said I would. I don't know if God exists. I don't k
Loss: Notes
Loss is the story of a teenage boy who suddenly meets his Soulmate. It is the story of a boy who curses himself if he thinks anything that he may consider to be 'selfish,' a boy named David who tries so hard not to lose the girl he has so instantly fallen in Love with. It is a story that brings to life the only known magic to exist in this entire world.
I started on Loss sometime in JANUARY!!!! Now, eight months later, it is finally complete! Of course it had a 6-month wait of getting BACK to work on. So technically it only took 2 months to write the entire thing. The story is split into 6 parts, and each piece can be re
Before you read this essay on my short story "Loss," you should realize that I talk about a lot of things that, if you have NOT read "Loss" yet, would eternally spoil the entire story for you. I do not wish for that to happen, so I'm giving my warning here and now so that you all know. You can read the whole story starting at part one right here, and then come back to read this when you're finished. :) http://davidtarr.deviantart.com/art/Loss-Part-1-150948314
For my "Loss" fans.
A lot of you wonder at the end of the story... why did things turn out the way they did? Why did I have to be so cruel to my characters? What is WRONG with me, some
"You're kind of weird."
"I'm kind of not."
"I bet you freaked adults out when you were little."
"How do you figure?"
"You seem like you were always this way."
"It's true, though. My mother never had any friends when I was little, and she still doesn't. Her friends, they would come over, and I would walk into the room, and they wouldn't want to be there, with me, anymore."
"Why?"
"Because of the way I looked at them."
"How did you look at them?"
"Like I could understand them."
Cold, Silent, Deadly Dreams by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature
Literature
Cold, Silent, Deadly Dreams
Cold and Silent,
Deadly Dreams...
Cold as ice,
And just as pale,
Not exactly what,
You thought of Hell
You try to escape,
But you fail
Silent as the grave,
There is no sound,
It's the kind of silence,
In which you drown,
You look in all directions,
But they all point down
Deadly like poison,
You're in a nightshade haze,
And you've been trapped,
For uncountable days
You wish it would leave,
But it stays
Dreams are nightmares,
Come to life,
You try to fight them,
With all your might
And the only way you can do it,
Is to lie
And they won't stop, they won't stop,
They won't stop until they're through,
They won't stop, they won't stop,
There
Back before time began
Arose an entity called sandman
His nature empathic, very kind
Elusive recluse, sympathic mind
'Tis said he is of evil intent
Grotesque, misshapen, back so bent
Whispy hair with fingers long
Melodious voice, sandman song
Inspite of how he does appear
'Tis not his wish to instil fear
He is magic and will aid sleep
Lullaby gentle, slumber deep.
2013 Delice1941
19th December2013
i'm wide awake, it's morning. by BattleForHerSoul, literature
Literature
i'm wide awake, it's morning.
the light
from the
crescent moon's
crooked half
smile fell
across my
eyes. i
thought of
you, naked,
in the
ocean with
your back
white under
the stars.
beaming bright,
sweetheart, tha
i was born with blue eyes. by BattleForHerSoul, literature
Literature
i was born with blue eyes.
opened them up wide,
(wide-wide, darling, as if you would analyze the
atomic make-up of that stranger's soul)
caught sight of all
the lies and inconsistencies in the world,
(don't call bullshit when you see it or else
you lose friends, remember that, honey.)
saw the swimming sins wincing from my light like
greedy wet things found under rocks.
(don't touch it, sweet, you're not allowed to judge;
good and bad are made up, right? yes, that's right.)
malcontent extraordinaire,
forged from fire, that young one in black,
she sleeps upside-down like a bat!
but, my, look at those blue eyes, pretty storybo
for she who is misunderstood,
and whose quicksilver sweat waters
red spots over eyes that bloom like
evil flowers and whose brain hemorrhages pulsing
hysteria from scalp to ankles, and
for he who is threatened,
and chokes on swirling irrational
smog that billows from the kitchen and
pillows his bed and whose sparkling mind
was punctured with the dull nails of inequality, and
for she who is insulted,
whose laconic melancholic
spring was a sinfonietta and called
ugly by the heavy indifference
of deadly blind men:
i shall prepare a place for you,
and i will carry you to paradise
on my back and feed you manna
from my soul and ease your thirs
Lazarus, Come Forth. by BattleForHerSoul, literature
Literature
Lazarus, Come Forth.
ACT TWO:
Scene opens to a park bench, surrounded by darkness besides the spotlight shining on the two figures seated upon it. There is MAN--tall and handsome, confident in his relaxation and calm--to the left of GIRL, who seems very deep in thought. She absently turns to him, runs her hand through his dark hair, an indication of their intimacy. MAN sighs quietly.
MAN: So what shall you do? I can't do anything, though I've tried. You always run
around in circles. So what now?
GIRL: (her brow furrowing with effort) I am certain of a few things. And my
options concerning said thi
he
says "i love you,"
and i flinch as if he has struck
my cheek.
i
whisper "say it again,"
because it is impossible to bear and because i must
bear it.
he
does and oh, gods,
it is glory and calamity and sweet and
too much.
i
close my eyes so
that his words can kiss my trembling lids, my
naked face.
try as you will
try as you might
there is going to be
a fight here tonight
the more you struggle
the more you strife
the more the energy doth not flow
clear your mind
maintain it so
now the energy begins to flow
the darkness is real
on the other side
a light will glow
the third eye opens
the visions are real
jot them down
discover their meaning
feel
the peace
the joy
the happiness
the love
they bring
they all come from the spring
of the light within
Teasing taunting liar. by HayleighElizabeth, literature
Literature
Teasing taunting liar.
Liar, liar, liar. Teasing, taunting liar.
Isn't it bad enough you have her heart.
Do you really have to smash it too.
Isn't it bad enough she fell for you.
do you want her to hit the bottom.
Liar, liar, liar. Teasing taunting liar.
Turned her to cold hard stone.
Writing turned from happy to sad.
Slicing anyone to close to her.
Using her words, as a defensive shield.
A man and his own hell,
An ever eluding oasis,
A hidden candle,
A cry to deaf ears,
A battle with shadows,
Hunger of soul,
Thirst of mind,
Looking without knowing,
Knowing and not having,
I'm in love,
I'm hate,
And when I'll burn,
And I will,
All will evaporate,
Only hell will remain,
One for everyone.
I am in the belly of the beast
it keeps me warm while i sleep
when
i awake it begins its roar
i know i am in for another war
we do battle all through the day
i win some
i loose some
i just keep picking myself up
dusting myself off
readying myself for the next great battle
to begin
as the night grows dim
i lick my wounds
i prepare myself to fight again
i am stronger
i am braver
i am better prepared
i know tomorrow grows near
i am the victor
i am my own hero
i slew the beast
one battle over
more to come
i am ready for the next
bring it on
i am old
you are young
this game we play
ought to be fun
i have an hour
before i take my shower
i thought i would jot down
a few words of power
it seems to me
we ought to be
a little more clever
you and me
but
in the long run
all we do is put a smile
on each other's face
what a great way to communicate
i hope the reader's find the same
we do explore our inner self
in hopes of finding our true self
with
one more word
one more thought
one more experience to relay
we keep
fingers on the key board
type it fast
or the thought may relapse
here is to you
here is to our reader's
have a great day
let peace joy happiness
On my 17th canvas still all's but strange
these crafts so familiar in black monochrome
a subject lost in portraits of its own
terrified by how the spaces never change;
From the storms to forests I must've painted
the fluent emptiness encompass the same tone
the painted life had suffered constantly alone
Had I no mercy? No heart for the color-tormented?
I shake the cobwebs off my subject's fate
keeping the memories of pain in vague
to deafen the shades of gray's plague
until the breath of my passions bate
I am the subject whose outline has blurred
a color-blind painter smearing colors never met
across the spilled canvas of an acc
the one thing you learn
as you develop and grow
is just how much you do not know
you can wonder
you can wish
until
you are as blue as a fish
with
each passing day
each passing month
each passing year
your knowledge grows dear
spread your wings
it is time to fly
far up into the sky
how far you go
only you will know
set no limits
over come all your fears
now
you will see
just how high you can fly
spread those wings far and wide
take it all in
let your journey begin
air whistles between us
blue circles hovering in pale noise
vibrating in... nothing
there is so much weight in air
the atmosphere is always pushing you down
when we sleep in the trenches
the sun has gone
It struck me--a great, formless thought, unable to take shape in this atmosphere of slow lovely embracing music--that that was the power of the violin, that it sounded human in a way that we humans could not! It spoke for us in a way that we ourselves couldn't. Ah, yes, and that's what all the pondering and poetry has been about. --Violin, Anne Rice.
Loss
My name is David Tarr.
Some of you know who I am. Congratulations if you do. If not, you'll know too much about me soon enough, should you become engaged in the story I'm going to share-foolishly publicly.
Her name is Rosie. None of you know about her. I've never spoken about her before
Take my heart, for it is strong!
Don't believe me? Hear this song:
Your swain's intentions are all wrong, so
Expect to feel like a cheated pawn.
Don't believe me? Hear this song:
His eyes are glued to your sarong;
Expect to feel like a cheated pawn
When your heart feels dead and gone.
His eyes are glued to your sarong;
Your swain's intentions are all wrong, so
When your heart feels dead and gone...
Take my heart, for it is strong.
Two dolphins twirled and danced together in the wide, spacious seas. As two inhabitants of the waters, they would know that the seas hold millions of tales and stories of passing fishermen and passing warships and passing dump freights. The two dolphins never really thought much of the passersby, but spent time with them whenever they could-the fishermen especially enjoyed the company. As the two dolphins danced, one would sooner or later spy a small boat hanging like a cloud above them. While they acknowledged it, they simply continued their dance before they decided to go meet the strangers.
Upon the cloud lay two humans, one was a peasant
Lightning won't matter
To the man who'll doubt
The idea of true love at first sight:
Because lightning won't matter
To the man who'll not part
In haste, the entirety of his heart.
Because lightning won't matter
To the man who'll listen
For the lady who speaks when her soul glistens.
Because lightning won't matter
To the man who'll caress
A body he knows will never perish.
Because lightning won't matter
To the man who'll ingest
Her serene and pure, mind-soothing breath.
The view of a lady
Cannot change his mind,
Because lightning won't matter
To the man who is blind.
Christopher Michael Speciale is mah name. David Tarr is my alter ego. My true ego is just as bad as David's, so don't mess with it.
Current Residence: Earth, Milky Way Galaxy Favourite genre of music: Indie / Post-rock Favourite photographer: Anyone who photographs astral objects Favourite style of art: Perspective Operating System: Reality MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano 2nd Generation Shell of choice: seaturtle shell Wallpaper of choice: APOD Skin of choice: Tanned Favourite cartoon character: Garfield / Snoopy / Kermit / Scoooooooby Personal Quote: Too long to put here. =(
Guysguysguys, I've had a brilliant brainstorm today, I have everything I need to finish a story that is LONG overdue!!! http://davidtarr.deviantart.com/art/Dominion-Part-1-182886136 Expect continuation of it in the next few days!
-Chris
Some of my loyal watchers may have noticed that there is a new deviation in their inbox with my name on it. You probably have not seen something like that for the longest time. I apologize. But before you start getting all excited and say stuff like, "OHH BOY Chris is back on deviantart and writing again!!!" Lemme calm you down and say that my latest poem was merely an attempt to restore my passion for writing poetry again.
I was able to try it because something magical has happened to me recently. Some of you have often told me about what kind of romantic poetry you think I could write.. for a Love I DO have, instead of a Love that I do not
Today after school I went to the library. Their little book cottage was open: they sell all the used books hardback $1 each, and paperback 25 cents each, and they restock every month.
Well, I went there today and as usual, got about 8 paperback books and like 4 other hardbacks and i paid and i walked back to my truck which was parked not even 10 feet away from the cottage, shoved all the books through my open window, got in my seat, started it, and one of the employees of the library who was running the little book cottage cried "oh, hold on a sec."
It was a tall blonde woman in a blue dress, looking in her late-40's, and with a terrible re
Finally made a Devinart! Hehe But before i tell you who i am. I wanna see if ya remember. Anyways good to see, or should i say "read" ya again. ~Wolfie