41 Recent Deviations
Featured: God knows I tried
The limitMirror, mirror:The limit by baroquedoll
all of a sudden
everything will be clear -
as long as it isn't over today,
my ideals burnt
upon the altar
of a sharp melancholy:
exhausted of a sea
of wrecks and tangles,
with my spirit parched
for thirst of revolt,
for fear of oblivion;
beyond this incompleteness,
this continual weakness
my star, distant,
cradle of my heresies -
rock me timeless tide,
disappear soul of mine,
in the last reflection of light.
I am waiting still for the uncertain flower of your smile.
InterludeWhat shall I do now with all my loveInterlude by baroquedoll
that has remained in my hands?
I held out my hands full of light
but when I reopened my eyes from the dream
I alone had created
I found out that in my hands I had just wind.
Actress on the stage of a life that is not mine -
oh what shall I do,
now that you have left me
to sway in the wind,
to die alone in the wind?
UnspokenThere isUnspoken by baroquedoll
a black spot in my mind
suspended in the shadow of my last thought,
upon the stem of the most distant flower
that perpetually comes back
in the pale night,
even though I lean forward
like a veil
ascended to the stars
of which dream
shall I wake up from my talents
to confuse the light that uncovers me
against my will?
If I changed face
I would not be anymore forbidden
to hide upon myself,
like a grain in a corner
ice in the center of silence
The DreamCatherine had a dream that the end came and she remembered nothing.The Dream by MetalAddiction
She woke late, the mattress creaking on the box springs.
Something about the air was different and altogether weird, something
Came over her and filled her with the need to leave.
Blackness stole her vision as she stood, encompassing her sight.
The overwhelming desire to sleep drooped her eyelids, so she turned on the light
Left the room, down the hall, out the door and into the night.
It was fear, she thought, that stole her away.
Her friends called and looked for her in the following days.
Family was nowhere near, in neither earth nor space.
But she was gone, she had just walked away.
She left her job, her home and her closest friends.
Was it kidnapping, had she seen the end?
Would they find her, was she alive or dead?
They found innocuous notes, she'd written in her den.
It was a dream journal filled with her accounts, but in a different hand.
It was her name and her thoughts on the pages, but in a different hand.
Midnight In DisguiseShe wanted to blend in among alpine bridge pillarsMidnight In Disguise by LUCKy-LoTi
Her red wine eyes hidden away in fog that stained irises in bloom
She is strong but held on for too long
She wanted to witness numerous suicides of winter’s name
So she may otherwise convince herself within a timeframe
Every forsaken martyr jumped without hesitation
Believing that he would be the last to join Lucifer
But she drew impertinent of this act of self-hate
And became obsessed with burns and blades
Why was her ghost poetry so hypnotizing
Her view from above was not as obscured as it seemed
But she was forced under ice to surrender to joyous deeds
Every dawn was now an error in her exertions
She was advised to repair herself
Because her poetry slaughtered admirers’ throats
Leaving a harrowing maroon note
She could not hold captive her tears in a jar
The moon now had a companion in her
Whilst she balanced on the bars
With pink shoes hung by a wire, the very wind sucked her voice away
Leaving her to asphyxiate on dry