An Accepted Invitation
You welcome me so gently,
Your smile promising me darkness.
Soft warmth enfolds me,
And I fall into your abyss.
It devoured me,
This all consuming black,
Thick, unsteadying, hard to breathe,
In my heart of hearts, I'm never going back.
I feel it upon my skin,
As if it wanted nearer.
Deep and dark, delicious as sin,
As close to me as a lover's whisper.
I let you take me over,
Wave upon strong wave,
Though my conscious self did hover,
Everything you asked of me I gave.
As the waves of the ocean
Must swell and recede,
Though I regret it much,
I must leave.
Remember the ocean
Must also recede and swe
My Midnight Beach
If I could follow the milky way
To where the moon sleeps,
Beyond the clouds and the horizon
A secret place that the sea keeps.
To walk across an ocean of stars
Reflected in all their magnificent luster,
Upon the sodden sand of my midnight beach,
A vast expanse endeared to me as no other.
Stretched before me,
As if there were no end,
As if I could walk forever,
And no water or wave upend.
A stirring, a call, deep within me,
Dark recesses in my heart telling me 'pay heed.'
Instructing me, inviting me,
Requesting me, requiring me,
Bidding me fill this desperate need.
Oft time s I think of the maid
Who, t
There's a hole..Where you used to be. There's an empty space in my doorway where you used to stand. There's a box of things, once whole now broken. There used to be notes, Written in ink and pencil, where now there is only blank paper, a phone number where now there is only a dial tone.
No one gives you instructions on how to lose... There is nothing that prepares you, or provides you with protocol on how to lose, or accept loss.
There is silence, where once where whispers, and laughter. There is an empty closet, where once were shoes and shirts shared.
There's a hole in my heart, where your kind words, and lasting friendship used to li
You are my life, my very breath,
my soul, my bittersweet death.
Darkest angel, heaven sent,
The air within my lungs, my only element.
I can see you as you haunt within shadow,
I Hear your whispers in the dark
Upon my dark world, within the nights glow
I feel you, I live you, I bear your mark.
Dearest love, dont leave me, I plead for your stay
all hope, all heart, abandons me
As I watch you walk away.
Helpless to stop the shutting of your door,
Overcome with remorse, crawling upon this floor,
my eyes, my heart, they bleed
As they never will after, nor ever have before.
All heat, all light, all love fade
The differences of past and present ring true when i feel the look of his eyes.
Feeling things that others can only see, seeing that other's cant even feel.
Your words, chilling and thrilling, as ice upon heated skin, stilling my beating heart upon your whim. That i should find when time had changed such precious perceptions, that time should have you find me when the inner fires if the heart seemed all but hopelessly lost, is te work of those who watch us, helping throughout the periods of luck so slack, they seemed barely there, if they were there at all.
The inner workings of the heart as endless a labrynthe to it's owner, as they are
Shadows grace
the perfection of your face
falling around you in a dark embrace
Eye's unseeing catch the light and close
unfamiliar touch invited,
your breath, your warmth so close.
soft sensations,
before lips can meet,
a hesitant split second
where the heart skips a beat
before racing to it's edge
Learning to kiss a stranger,
who isnt strange at all,
never wanting the end,
yet uselessly hoping not to fall
dreaming of being in your dreams,
reaching to be within your grasp,
hopes diminishing my inner screams
your gaze penetrating this mask
that has been here so many years
wishing for bitter-sweet release
to break this
She gasped for the courage, for air, for anything that could help her make this appalling decision when she heard the name His name come whispered, unbidden from her lips Michael .
With a softened sigh, and the mesmerizing smile of an angel, Michael appeared beside her, the glow from his entrance illuminating the comfort of her living room that had been surrounding them in the darkness of night. As he looked at her, the words that had began forming upon his lips fell away to be replaced with silent questions meant to be answered later.
As tears of blood streamed down her cheeks, landing on the black carpet with a sof
An Accepted Invitation
You welcome me so gently,
Your smile promising me darkness.
Soft warmth enfolds me,
And I fall into your abyss.
It devoured me,
This all consuming black,
Thick, unsteadying, hard to breathe,
In my heart of hearts, I'm never going back.
I feel it upon my skin,
As if it wanted nearer.
Deep and dark, delicious as sin,
As close to me as a lover's whisper.
I let you take me over,
Wave upon strong wave,
Though my conscious self did hover,
Everything you asked of me I gave.
As the waves of the ocean
Must swell and recede,
Though I regret it much,
I must leave.
Remember the ocean
Must also recede and swe
My Midnight Beach
If I could follow the milky way
To where the moon sleeps,
Beyond the clouds and the horizon
A secret place that the sea keeps.
To walk across an ocean of stars
Reflected in all their magnificent luster,
Upon the sodden sand of my midnight beach,
A vast expanse endeared to me as no other.
Stretched before me,
As if there were no end,
As if I could walk forever,
And no water or wave upend.
A stirring, a call, deep within me,
Dark recesses in my heart telling me 'pay heed.'
Instructing me, inviting me,
Requesting me, requiring me,
Bidding me fill this desperate need.
Oft time s I think of the maid
Who, t
There's a hole..Where you used to be. There's an empty space in my doorway where you used to stand. There's a box of things, once whole now broken. There used to be notes, Written in ink and pencil, where now there is only blank paper, a phone number where now there is only a dial tone.
No one gives you instructions on how to lose... There is nothing that prepares you, or provides you with protocol on how to lose, or accept loss.
There is silence, where once where whispers, and laughter. There is an empty closet, where once were shoes and shirts shared.
There's a hole in my heart, where your kind words, and lasting friendship used to li
Raven, oh raven,
my beautiful one,
what do your dark eyes see
when staring into
the deepest of hues,
the darkest part of me?
when perched on a ledge,
what aare your thoughts,
on the ones walking below you?
oh precious one,
what do you do
when something inside calls you?
when that thing you were longing for,
all of a sudden comes near,
why do you fly away?
oh brave one,
what is it that you fear?
you come as a gift,
mistaken for what you are not
alone in the world,
but youre never forgot
we'll always remember
the important part you played
never leave us,
and youll never fade
rave, oh raven,
my beautiful one,
wh
I'm lost, confused and blind. Led in so many different directions , blinded and misled i feel alone. Sometimes i feel loneliness so intense,that its cold touch seeps through my skin and touches my very heart and soul. so much anger and sadness built up over the years...i have the papre, i have the mind and the words but where is the pen? have i lost it like so many other things in my life? where's my will, my energy, my zest? have all the dreams that gave my heart it's wings slipped through my fingers like sand through a sieve?
A mask, a false reality that we all wrap around ourselves. being something your not to get yourself to a place you want to be...its all so common. you see it everyday. why? why cant we all just be happy with who we are? thats the way it should be. but then...nothings ever really the way it should be. we walk through life only showing people who only glance whatever we wish them to see. but what's to ahppen when people do more than glance and they see some of what you dont show and try to hide?what will you do when you meet that person who sees you for who you are? what Can you do? if a person sees right through you, they see your faults, your
You are who i am, you are everything im not,
the fires in this grave ive made have grown far too hot.
id give you my life, if youd only say you loved me,
id die for you, you know i cry for you,
im dyeing now for you cant you see?
cant you see this sweet blackest crimson, escaping from me? tears of blood flow from my veins, i sink to the floor on my knees as i beg to know you care for me.
go ahead. push the knife in deeper.
any touch i get from you, you know ill keep forever.
my release is coming, please, sweet blackness take me from what i am becoming. goodbye to you whose love i never had, im so sorry, that all i ever made you
Current Residence: ask me, if you really want to know. deviantWEAR sizing preference: usually, large. Favourite genre of music: Rock (alot of different kinds) Favourite photographer: bigbadwolf86 Favourite style of art: free style. just be who you are, and pour your soul out. MP3 player of choice: i love my phillips! ^.^ Shell of choice: conch (im a smart ass..i know...) Wallpaper of choice: none, just black paint is all i need. Skin of choice: pale Favourite cartoon character: Lenore, from the comics. Personal Quote: " A life in the background, i linger in the shadows " -me
Favourite Visual Artist
if i could choose, then i guess i wouldnt really be enjoying all art forms.
Favourite Movies
Sweeny Todd
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
couldnt choose even if i wanted to (although, manson's talented....VERY talented...hehehe)
Favourite Writers
Laurell K. Hamilton (Anita Rocks!)
Favourite Games
Rock Band, DDR, Guitar Hero
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3...two words. Heavenly Sword.
Tools of the Trade
my muse, my heart, my soul, and any media close by.
And so my art takes yet another very interesting turn...fractals. let me say this again... FRACTALS. At first it was just playing around, then it seemed to take over, in a minute way and now? now all i can think about is how im going to change the next one i come across to be even better than before. ^.^
I can't post this anywhere else without being afraid of friends or family completely wigging out. I don't care if you comment or not, I just don't want any 'what's wrong?' or 'how can i help?' i just...don't.
It's fucking saint patricks day, I'm alone in a dark house where my sister is happily chatting and laughing with her boyfriend, my wife has been sleeping for over ten hours on and off, and refuses to even get out of bed, and my in laws barely say three words to me. I used to love this holiday, but right now i just fucking hate it. I hate all/most of my friends that are planning on going out to some bar tonight to celebrate my best frien
It would seem that my artistic interests have taken a more...popular type of move, which for now is alright by me.
Steampunk. Sci-Fi, and very ..let us call it, artistically varied. i myself have taken much happiness while putting my skills to making Artistic compilement sculptures of non-working, and working weaponry from that source. ^.^ this...is gonna be awesome.