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100ThemesChallenge - WrathWe saw them kick you and beat you until you were lying, bleeding in the dirt. Broken and tired, with tears running down your face, you stood up, opened your arms, and hugged the entire world.
Nothing VictoriousI saw a new universe begin with a dream,
there was no one else around to notice the difference;
The others, having followed pied pipers for years,
remained motionless, as they had been processed
and were now all plastic icons of Jesus, resting on pallets,
ready to be shipped to China.
They screamed, uttered "Mama," and sometimes
shouted obscenities at the Holy Father,
while in the distance, the occasional bleats of
black sheep told me to stop counting my
blessings and begin noticing the near future.
I looked and saw a white horse, and sitting on
its back was Nothing.
And Nothing told me about his plan:
Nothing will bring order, Nothing will erase our history,
Nothing will make us forget all we've done, and learned.
I climbed on the white horse, and I rode away
with Nothing, heading toward the sunset, where I,
along with Hatred, Bigotry, Greed, Pride, and so on,
perished with the final setting of the sun,
following to the east, the dawn of humanity.
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.
It blinks again, and we are gone.
The Air Is In The SkyThe door is open. The bars are weak. The guard is sleeping. And still you cling to the walls of your prison, claiming to be trapped.
The Love And The War"Look." You said at last, exasperated "Think of it this way: how big is your heart?"
I smirk at such an easy question, and hold up my hand, fingers tightly curled. "Here. As big as a fist."
You shake your head, hold up your hand and curl it over mine. "No, don't you see? My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
The Final BreathShhhhh, lean in close.
Let me let you in on a secret; your last thought won't be wondering what people thought of you, how you dressed, or whether that pair of jeans makes your bum look big. You're last thought will be 'Oh, is it over already?'
The EmbraceIt's just that sometimes when I breath you in, I swear, the whole Universe could fit inside my heart.
Statement of ReasonSanity is the equal battle between logic and feelings, at which none becomes the victor. Insanity is the point at which one of the parties in the battle is beyond reproach.
Untitled 4I don't know enough to be any different,
But that's why you chose me didn't you,
Because I could speak from the heart when nothing else mattered,
Your all too familiar with the story,
It ended with you telling me to stay.
Would it worry you if I chased your demons?
To take the arduous task of driving them from your dreams,
Time heals all wounds,
Everyone has a one scar or another hidden away,
And I am not afraid of yours.
Take my hand love,
Let the water pass between us,
For it carries away all the guilt and shame we once carried,
Look deep into my eyes as I hold you in my arms,
And believe me when I say that your beautiful.
The TrekThe Path is trembling,
This may be my death.
This climb is killing me with bad footing and nearly impossible paths.
Such lack of life on this trek as well as food.
This challenge has taken me,
I have found a new hell for myself.
I'm sick of this now.
It is worse from what I was leaving.
This suffering and pain Why?
I asked for something else.
From halfway up, I'm having my doubts and growing weak.
Fatigue is taking over me and the cold thin air is choking me.
But I will not back down,
I have to do this.
I see it! I see it!
There it is! The End of my Journey!
I am scarred and battered,
Exhausted of what I went through.
HAAH!! HNNG! Ahhhh!
This is it
Amazing I can see the path I used to reach this spot,
I can see where I resided.
It's Beautiful and Massive.
This is where I was?
There is something powerful here
Something has ended but it, i
Been A WhileIt's been a while.
Used to see you a lot, in daydreams and the less-organized poetry I wrote. You were always there to talk to me, to keep me company on those long, bored nights at my basement desk. Every few seconds you'd change shape and gender and appearance, but the personality was always the same. So warm, so friendly, so kind.
So many possibilities
What may have been.
The voice that I created for you is what I remember the most. Androgynous yet natural, and always calm. When no one else would do, when not a soul in this world would understand me, I could always go back to you and my head would clear. How you did that is beyond memaybe it was the anticipation I felt waiting for you to truly come along.
I guess I should be glad
That you were never to be
And that life could go on as usual.
Someday I plan to create a bond, a real bond, I mean, with someone just like you. It was different. I felt for you in a way similar to how I feel for my lover. But you're not the same.
A HERO WITHIN USIn the battle between light and darkness
Where do we choose to stand
We only live as mortals
Powerless beyond the fortress of life
We grow like weeds
We rust like steel
Our true self perches
Within the inner realm of our soul
That depicts a diversity of values unraveled
Life is laced with controversy
We decide to possess the quality
Of a true heart and soul.
We choose between good and evil
Who we are lies within us
Every courage we have
Every love we share
Every gift that God has given
Bring us to our glory and fall.
We are unique in our own way
We battle life to survive and inspire others
A determined heart
A generous act of bravery and kindness
Is where our heart and soul lies
For there is a hero within each of us.
I want toI want to write beautiful, happy things. I want to show the world that despite the fact that I can imagine being ten times happier than I am now, it does not preclude me from being happy. I want to share the joy and laughter and sweetness of the world we live in.
I want to demonstrate the power of the people. Each person has so much potential that does not get harnessed and, instead of complaining about it, I want to step up and create a change. I want to make a trend where people compliment each other instead of putting each other down, where the earth fills with 'yes'es and smiles instead of negativity. I want a world that is just, accepting, and even better- appreciative of itself and of each other.
Unfortunately, I've got a long way to go. However, as Epicurus said: "Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for."
So I will continue living, learning, hoping and dreaming, and perhaps together, s
The Apathetic YouthHe's mad that this is as good as it gets. The big house, the good school, the nice neighbourhood. It's difficult for kids these days, in a way. The country's very prosperity had become a burden, a dead end. Everything works, doesn't it? At least if you're white and middleclass. So it must often seem to young people that they're not needed. So, in a sense, it's as if there's nothing more to do.
Except tear it apart.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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