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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.
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 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.
100ThemesChallenge - HeavenThe pefect place.
A land where people dream of the Sistine Chapel in 3D and there are unicorns involved and everyone knows about it.
A justification for the inconsistent triad; He who believes in the Son has eternal life; but he who does not obey the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abides on him
A cruel God indeed, to put his own creations through a test to see if they are worthy of him.
We are the choosers of what we want to believe, what sits best upon our shoulders. In prison, one may turn to God for redemption or, conversely, turn away for fear of punishment. Fear, Anger, Hope, Sadness, Loss - All drive towards the irrational need for someone who knows all. They don't want to understand what's happened, just the knowledge that they don't have to.
And that's why I don't believe in Heaven; because I'd rather not. I'd rather not think of this life as simply a test.
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 Bird Flew Into The WindowHe was a good man doing a great man's job, while all the great men were busy making bombs
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."
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.
FarewellIn this hostile environment, I fight.
I'm lost and confused, I wander.
I want more and partake a romance and adventure.
A leap of faith to be with what is
I run into a Mountain.
Massive, Dignified, and Intimidating.
In Awe and Respect,
I challenge this Behemoth.
I am escaping from this hell I once was in.
I want see more and I am going for it.
I will not miss the hell, I curse it.
This mountain will be my triumph.
I will gain power.
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.
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
Meaning of Life IIMeaning of Life: What is it?
Alright boys and girls, here's the big question: What is the meaning of life? From the drift of what I was getting at last time, it seems that I wanted to say that the meaning of life is to actualize whatever values any individual hold to be important for themselves. In all honesty, I think it's too hasty to make that conclusion. To make this claim is to say that the meaning of life has an objective definition, realized by a series of subjective components. (Meaning, there is only one true definition of the meaning of life, but people go about achieving it differently.) I'm hesitant to defend this claim; I don't know if the meaning of life should be objective.
About two weeks ago, me and a couple of friends were having a chat with one of our professors. A friend of mine asked the professor, semi-jokingishly, what was the meaning of life. My professor gave us a paradoxical answer, but probably also the best one I've heard as of yet. He said to us:
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.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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