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LonelyI look at the stars
Hoping to see something
Looking back at me.
But its just echoes
Of dead and dying
Suns and worlds.
Nothing really cares.
There is no design,
No grand plans to
Make the universe spin.
There's only darkness,
Suffocating and cold,
Consuming the light.
Resting In NatureGreen leaves, soft wind,
The gentle whisper of the breeze.
Frogs croak, Birds sing,
The water reflects the warmth of the Sky.
Calm breathing, light sighing,
The boy and the girl lie calmly in the grass.
Midday Mildness, Soft shade,
Trees provide the greatest shields.
Light shifting, kind yawning,
The Lovers stir in their sleep.
A summer day to never forget.
A nature orchestra providing the lightest music.
A day shared, Hands linked,
The lovers sleep in peace.
You always tell me the same storyHe's in love with a scene from the winter
that occurs on a trip to Washington,
when the dark is constant and the trees jog
like legends alongside the highway;
as his eyes fall half-sleep but his senses remain
taut and vigilant, sweating on the wheel,
pitching nerve to the sound of branches cracking,
bristling under his wind-torn jacket;
the time of evening when the sunset rests
at its very highest, bright and sudden as Heaven,
an aureate glow around the birdsongs,
the stench of roadkill muted by a golden frost;
a taste of nirvana,
an instruction of faith,
the blatant existence of God,
lost as soon as he rounds the bend.
On days like thisOn days like this,
I like to think
About just how lucky I am.
How lucky I am
To have food
And a roof over my head.
How lucky I am
To have a beating heart
And air in my lungs.
How I lucky I am
To even have been born.
Out of every sperm and egg,
And every unknown miscarriage,
I survived. We all did.
That in itself is amazing.
Then add on that life itself
Is amazing and wonderful.
How many systems
Must work in tandem
To keep me alive?
If one single DNA strand
Were to replicate wrong
My life would be irreparably damaged.
If my temperature is off
By just the variance between in and out,
These things astound me.
ReptileBy design, I survive hiding, quiet;
I am my fangs, or my claws, or my muscle;
alien from accepted.
Please, do not forget,
my cold blood seeks heat.
The softness of scales surprises the skin
of ignorant fingers.
RandomSiren sing me that beautiful
song of love, death and tragedy.
of war that was outplaced by love
are other things. Oh siren sing me
that song that has kept you singing,
the song that kept you breathing, the
song that every man, woman and child
would like to hear.
Wishing for WingsI was born a caterpillar...
Plump and cute and green.
You might think it would be great,
But that was not my dream!
Every day the birds came
The prettiest of things.
Though they want to eat me,
I can't help but watch those wings!
Every night I wish
On the first star in the sky
Please oh please just give me
Wings so I can fly!
In the morning I'd wake up
And through the trees I'd climb...
If I had wings I wouldn't crawl,
A dumb inch at a time.
I never stopped the wishing,
I never gave up hope...
Then happened this strange thing...
Did not think I could cope!
All the sky still left to see...
And mother tells me "Dear,"
"It's time for you t
Lookingwhy do we as human beings
ignore what is placed before us
at our feets
in our hearts
i want to be apart of nature
dissolve into the endless stretch
of baby blue skies
lift off in nimbus clouds
and when i want
gently float back down
Morning CallMorning Call
Lying half-awake in bed
The soft, tender form of my darling touching me
To my delight, the trill of the bugle
The tumult of the rifles
Had been stilled by the rain
The only sound i heard
Through the soft, quiet swish of my fan
Was the soft and silent swish of the late summer rain
I lay in bed to listen
Until 9 AM
The Song of the WolfEnlighten me, moon
For your beauty gives me strength
Enlighten me, stars
For your vastness across the sky gives me freedom
Enlighten me, earth
For your energy gives me life
Enlighten me, universe
For I am the Great Wolf
So This Is What They Call A CityI looked
Up at the sky
And it was
All washed out
There wasn’t a star in sight
All I saw were
Machines made by
And man-made machines
I feel so
I’m so cut up tonight
And I feel
Cut off from nature
I wanna be
Where I can see the stars
Where I can
Crane my neck skyward
Without a building in sight
I wanna be
Bathed in moonlight
Well even if you
Razed the city
To the ground and
Made it flat
It still wouldn’t be
Half as good as it
Used to be
I can’t even
Feel the ground
I’m so disrupted
I can’t even
Hear a sound
I can’t see th
LacusSunlight glistens off the top of the lake;
Fish swim beneath the cool, crystal waters,
And the wind chops at the surface,
Breaking, for a moment, the reflection
Of the azure ocean above.
light is dark and dark is lightHave you eaten from the fruits of insanity?
have you not yet bitten into the bitter sweet fruit of sins that lay upon truth?
or are you still living in the safety of a lye,
for I have moved on
while you are still hiding in the blackness of the day
I am bathing under the light of the shade
and though you are blind by the hellish suns rays
I can see
So I will take you by the hand and lead your wandering soul down the proper path of darkness
not the path of son and truth but the path of lies death and gloom
for this is the path of safty
this path was built for you...
God help me please...Dear god,
Why do you not answer my call when i need you most?
Do i have to beg, plead, or even attempt to kill myself?
No. You answer me when it is absolutely necessary,
You are very busy, but no one even realizes, that you do
answer their call. They love you so very much, but they don't think
of you when they pray for themselves. They think of you when they pray,
BrokenIt dawned on me that he didn't care for me. He just wanted to look cool. I got over it and broke up with him over the phone. He acted like he didn't care and he hung up on me... Life's a broken stream, you learn to live with it . I just go with the flow...
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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