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searchesi would catch your shooting star
and clasp it in my heart;
if you were not traversing the skies,
like a wayward wisp.
your wanderlust dismisses home;
you want to reach-
you want to soar...
and you do.
sometimes i hear your teardrops sparkling,
albeit melancholy and heavy;
they glisten like pearls
in the night.
i want to catch them.
i want to catch you.
i will be here
to catch your shooting star
should you ever
i fallyou are at an arm's length
away from me,
yet i cannot grasp your tendrils;
i cannot hold your hair.
you paint the sky with your feary wings,
sowing glitter-dust onto the barrens
of my plateau-
you bring waves
upon my rocks--
each torrential splash
each tender ripple
caresses my linen,
each passing glance
sends me soaring...
and while i wish our fingertips could entwine
at the crossroads;
while i can only write
and dream of trite fantasies like this,
we will never have anything in common.
sunshine will always seep through
your unfurling entity;
your divine essence--
while i am just me,
and you are nothing
the day you spoke--the day you spoke
was the day you lived.
magic was your breath-
you blew clusters into the air
falling like faery dust;
it landed softly
into my inner solace
the day you lived
was the day you turned.
little did i know,
that faery dust evolves into
little did i know,
that some stray magic
little did i know--
and the day you turned,
was the day you spoke;
was the day
the same pea"the same pea"
the words, ehmmm...the words, where are the words?
(yeah, yeah, the words. don't tell her this. I really like her, after all, we are the same pea in this pod, but she worries about 'stuff' at the most inopportune moments, like when we should be sleeping)
where are the words which flowed from me this morning?
(she probably wrote an intense 'comment' and used them up, but she doesn't believe that's possible)
they were here last night, I woke up at 6 a.m. and they were here.
(one hour of sleep last night, it was pretty much downhill from there, bet she won't tell you)
I want them bAAAAAck!
(yikes, I hate it when she screams like that)
(well, gee, I just dropped them on her head real gentle, besides it 'was' an accident!)
Ahhhh...We danced together, feeling intensely the other's movements, and in the touch of the dance, we blended as one, under that heaven of glorious stars. This was our destiny, we, an explosion of two stars, the birth of a nebula in
Can you hear,
Even through these sheets?
seeping from the soul eye,
and onto canvas skin.
The first movement begins.
A tiny star twinkles in the distance.
(She nears, She nears)
Burning in the atmosphere.
(She nears, She nears)
Upon my worlds horizon,
a blazing siren.
(She nears, She nears)
(Perhaps the world will crack
before she reaches the surface)
Love in its tenderness,
with oh, so much, cleverness.
A veil of skin,
seals me within,
so that I may never,
I retire my will,
and you fill me with song,
A trance romance.
A dream phantasm.
I bridge this chasm,
and take your hand,
and offer my soul to you.
Whispers Upon TruthDown on earth's over crowded surface
many rushing waters cut into an empty sea
The stars are beholding the sky's intensity
and the winds are carrying its precision
The limbs among the trees grab the wind's
whispers and then gently lets them go
The whispers take with them the gentleness
and gives it to others who are willing to grasp
And from all this becomes truth and security
The stars are not the sky's delicious decorations
Look to them with deep intensity
Handle their books with care
If the rushing waters that cut into
the empty sea overflow,
then is it not true that the sea
will also become larger
regardless what it covers or destroys?
Is it not true that no matter
how much the earth is over crowded
and no matter how much the
rushing waters flow, the stars will
always look down upon this?
The gentle whispers of the wind behold
Although, not all trees will grasp all whispers
the stars will always look down upon them
The Midnight SnackThe Midnight Snack
Smoke wafting up
The burning cigarette
so much like the
passing of time, slow, methodical
like fake granite, multi-colred cotton
focusing, the burning in the back of my throat
the burning, taste of blood, the annoying voices
pounding, piercing, somehow soothing
and somehow unnoticed
sitting here alone, yet surrounded
and yet we ponder, our next move
this strange taste
like melted plastic
or perhaps the taste of death
tingling on my tongue
refreshing yet revolting
cleasing yet dirty
the slow suicide, yet we don't notice
or perhaps we notice and we just don't care
but arent we all slowly dying
slowly burning out
fading out like fashion
the night calls
Copyright _ 2000 Sycophant/Tim Merrill
I watch you breathing
slowly in and out
you always looked good sleeping
your lips curled in a little pout.
My side grows numb
from watching you forever and a day
I turn and now face my dresser
with the clock that ticks without delay.
This clock is my enemy
counting my hours like a knife
watching the hands through the iridescent glow
as circles are played on my life.
Less time to mess up
all my thoughts seem scattered
fewer seconds to cry
but did it ever matter?
Each movement slices my soul
every click makes me twitch
never ending, never stopping
this clock plays on without a hitch
Less time to love
but did I ever really care?
fewer minutes to feel
then why am I scared?
I turn away
I don't want to be afraid
I'd rather see your sweet face
then a clock that likes to betray.
Your mouth purses in your sleep
and I feel a smile dance on my lips
this clock is one that I
The Red Rose Tree
We taped it back on the red rose tree
Yesterday or maybe it was in 1941
right before Pearl Harbor was bombed
tears mixed with laughter, anger within
peace, water from the sea poured over me
A snow ball was thrown. Daddy and me
riding the snowsled, downhill with glee.
I picked a rose. We taped it back
on the red rose tree.
The sound of gravel road sparkled
blinding in the sun, wind and sand
and angel wings grew fireflys at
day's done. Big city lights, in neon
thrilled my sight. I read the sisters.
Metallic skates flew sparks on concrete.
Walking. Large black cars. City streets.
Eyes fixed on the ground.
(I wore my coat one summer)
you don't see me, you can't see me
and you can't hear my silent sound...
I dreamed I saw a rose taped to the red
rose tree, and in my stomach grew a thorn
to be the death of me.
He walked up to the door. This boy had come
for me. Protection, loved more than any
innocense of two made 3, then 4 and 5 and
finally 6 there was no time, no time
Daily Deviation Whole Story
Trials And Tribulation Of Getting A Daily Deviation The Whole Story.
Screaming sinful words as I create my newest creation,
Deviations floating freely through out my head,
All of my work coming out in a state of damnation.
This submisson I'm working on tastes like rye bread.
Why won't my mind work, why won't it try?
Idiocy screaming and rearing it's ugly brow every which way I turn.
Die submission die.
Let me cram this submisson into a small round urn.
No way, no how.
I'm working toward it though, it's laughing at me knowing I want it.
What are Daily Deviations?
I keep trying and trying, pulling my hair out of my head.
Everywhich way I look I see a shade of black.
Meanwhile my head looks cherry red.
"Here stands a submisson doomed of a miserable fate on Deviant Art" it will say on a plaque.
My ideas have fled!
Why oh why must I try for a Daily Deviation?
It's a relentless pursuit.
If I don't try I'll be taking a bath in an acid solution!
See all the bullet hol
with vapor whisper
but it fell
nob 17 2001
The Last Unicorn
As shimmering light touches the ground
Reflected in the stars and moon, no sound
but quiet tiptoes and laughter fine
Like music it flows and weep moonshine
Try to look, maybe try to see
The elfin folk, under the Great Oak Tree
As a streaming breeze blows gently by
Hear tinkling chatter and the leaves' quiet sigh
Pixie skips, fluttering fairy wings and happy cheer
Wood sprites and river nymphs approach with no fear
'tis the full moon, and as magic settles through the night
A glimmer and twinkle of stars as dreams take flight
The fairy folk cheer as each wish of a child floats free
But even as they smile, they wait to see
The Last Unicorn, an appearance she makes
Once every full moon, a risk she takes
Ruler of the woods and forests all around
Sworn fealty to her are the fairy folk bound
Proudly she reveals herself, a magical beast
Hunted by many but she fears not in the least
Often thought of only as a myth or legend by all
Seasons pass, but she's seen every rise and fall
of man; knowled
plethora- out the windowa momentary glance/gaze
out the window,
and i am taken/transported
out (of my eyes),
in (to the sky),
over (the clouds),
under (the stars)
to the core of
the milky way-
universes and galaxies-
in my mind...
... i celebrate
in a single glance/gaze
out the window,
i flew one/full circle
back to myself/earth
and i smiled.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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