[Original Inspiration piece by MRK]
Ten past Midnight, all assumptions forgone amidst throws
of tempest sonnets. Sirens beckon the unawares towards
shores crowded to the brim with craggy graves...
[Hence expanded upon by JRK]
The crumbling belfry, stubbornly standing steadfast in the inky lack of sunlight that begets the Devil's Playground, had quieted from a desolate baritone rhythm, marking the passing of the Witching Hour, nearly ten minutes' past, leaving the surrounding ambiance in what first appeared (to t
A dead rose living
Behind a stolid wall of glass;
Frosted over with ignorance
And things that aren't allowed to pass.
A kick to the head made me realize
That somehow I'm just a ghost again,
With no thoughts or feelings germane,
Only floating in limbo's domain.
It hits me sometimes
Just how much you've blocked me out,
And it tears at me, because
That wall is so absolute.
When it comes to the point
That you can sit abreast me,
Act like we are strangers from different countries-
I think that's when it's time I leave.
And it wasn't me to blame...
It hits me sometimes, makes me wonder,
If you ever did care for me
At all.
Sometimes I sit back
And with our life was simple
Maybe then things would make sense
Maybe then, I could be better for you
I love you, and that is all I really know
For sure
I am not of the mind to know what I am supposed to do
Or how I am supposed to act
Or react
How I am supposed to make you
Feel these things I feel for you
For me
But it is never that easy, really
I love you, and that is all I know
I hope our feelings are enough
And then we can go
From there
Swirling, Twirling, Glistening
Light
Like a halo around her hair
Moving, Dancing, Too-quick
Steps
Taking her away from me
Wonderful, Beautiful, Breath taking
Glance
Eyes lighting up the room
Heart Stopping, Time Stilling, Light Imbuing
Smile
Kindling flame within me
Cruel, Accursed, Damnable
Cab
Taking my love away
Cool, Dark, Melancholy
Depression
Until my goddess returns once more
running, scampering, dashing
away from any sense of responsibility
searching, probing, analyzing
every action for a mistake
flailing, twisting, tremoring
to be the first to jump on another
vicious, vindictive, vulgar
motives as knife seeks back of former friend
anger, tears, resentment
as the heightened 'truth' is spread for all to hear
bitterness, rage, depression
consumes as once again through
drama, cliques, and sheer bitchiness
forces one to realize who their
true friends are
once again
[Original Inspiration piece by MRK]
Ten past Midnight, all assumptions forgone amidst throws
of tempest sonnets. Sirens beckon the unawares towards
shores crowded to the brim with craggy graves...
[Hence expanded upon by JRK]
The crumbling belfry, stubbornly standing steadfast in the inky lack of sunlight that begets the Devil's Playground, had quieted from a desolate baritone rhythm, marking the passing of the Witching Hour, nearly ten minutes' past, leaving the surrounding ambiance in what first appeared (to t
A dead rose living
Behind a stolid wall of glass;
Frosted over with ignorance
And things that aren't allowed to pass.
A kick to the head made me realize
That somehow I'm just a ghost again,
With no thoughts or feelings germane,
Only floating in limbo's domain.
It hits me sometimes
Just how much you've blocked me out,
And it tears at me, because
That wall is so absolute.
When it comes to the point
That you can sit abreast me,
Act like we are strangers from different countries-
I think that's when it's time I leave.
And it wasn't me to blame...
It hits me sometimes, makes me wonder,
If you ever did care for me
At all.
Sometimes I sit back
And with our life was simple
Maybe then things would make sense
Maybe then, I could be better for you
I love you, and that is all I really know
For sure
I am not of the mind to know what I am supposed to do
Or how I am supposed to act
Or react
How I am supposed to make you
Feel these things I feel for you
For me
But it is never that easy, really
I love you, and that is all I know
I hope our feelings are enough
And then we can go
From there
Swirling, Twirling, Glistening
Light
Like a halo around her hair
Moving, Dancing, Too-quick
Steps
Taking her away from me
Wonderful, Beautiful, Breath taking
Glance
Eyes lighting up the room
Heart Stopping, Time Stilling, Light Imbuing
Smile
Kindling flame within me
Cruel, Accursed, Damnable
Cab
Taking my love away
Cool, Dark, Melancholy
Depression
Until my goddess returns once more
running, scampering, dashing
away from any sense of responsibility
searching, probing, analyzing
every action for a mistake
flailing, twisting, tremoring
to be the first to jump on another
vicious, vindictive, vulgar
motives as knife seeks back of former friend
anger, tears, resentment
as the heightened 'truth' is spread for all to hear
bitterness, rage, depression
consumes as once again through
drama, cliques, and sheer bitchiness
forces one to realize who their
true friends are
once again
I'm an artist in a weird way that doesn't quite meet the webster's definition. I channel my muse into characters, and from there they become oral story or, on occasion, written word. I am a student and a work force member. I have no prowress with computer programs to make pictures with fantastical appearance, and also no skill with paints. I am a fan of old-school sketching, mind to pencil to paper in a raw form that defines a thought but leaves enough to take the viewer into another world.
Favorite genre of music: Anything with a baseline and a beat Favourite photographer: Photofenia! look her up! Personal Quote: "There are only a select number of people whose opinions matter to me. Confucious say you aren't one of them."
[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you'.
[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.
[] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.
[x] You have run into a tree/bush.
[x] You have been called a blonde.
TOTAL: 5
[] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
[] You just tried to lick your elbow.
[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody.
[x] You just sang them to make sure.
[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen.
[] You have choked on your own spit.
TOTAL: 8
When I laugh awkwardly and tell you it doesn't matter, even though it obviously does.. and you just say "okay".
When I smile falsely to hide the sudden pain in my chest you just caused with your words.
When I try to talk to you about a problem I have, and you're only worried about how it will affect 'us'.
When you bash my friend, and she bashes you back.
When you talk to me about things you did with your past girlfriends.
When you prove that they are better at anything I can do, and then can't figure out why I'm getting upset.
When you give me that superior look, as if I'm so much younger than you and therefore much more insignificant.
:heart: Dev Love :heart:
Okay, sorry for the lapse yesterday! My friend is in the drama group at school, and she recruited me to help with spotlights and makeup out of the blue yesterday for a show that opens tomorrow... So I got to spend all my free time yesterday and most of today learning to do stage makeup and being trained to work two different versions of spotlights. Needless to say it's going to be interesting tomorrow night. ^^"
To the part you really wanted: Features! There's two for today, encompassing yesterday's within today's :) First up:
http://pirate-queen.deviantart.com/art/Black-Sunday-91201829
Black Sunday by Pirate-Quee