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Another Purgatorian CitizenHere's a man sitting on the side of the corner,
He doesn't know that a woman is on the opposite corner.
They both look down in their sorrow and both never look up,
We used to be together but you broke us all apart;
Now we're sitting on the opposite sides of the road waiting for another to look up.
But we both know we're not going to look up.
Because I told you after the third time I wouldn't ask again.
I thought you were my best friend.
I was going to tell you everything,
Everything that made me hurt;
But instead you threw me away and you became added to that list...
There's another Faust on that street,
Eager to make a deal with the Devil just to feel that touch again.
He dealt with desire and he dealt with forgiveness,
He circumcised himself and pulled his heart in,
Eager to meet someone that cared enough to dig inside:
He put a small crack on his surface to let only the most observant eye see;
That all he wanted was you and me.
He waits for what seems like an eternity,
Karelian CompanyKarelian Company
A Short Story by Brandon LeMonds
Case File: 1010010
Person of Interest: Naamian Vikkyr
Signed: Apprentice Scribe Josian
This is the file copy of the subject that lived in northeastern Karelia, his name was Naamian Vikkyr. Vikkyr had been complaining about problems sleeping the night before his arrival, we had been given the task by the New Liberal Society (referred to as the NLS later in this case file,) to detain him and view all later developments in the case. Why was he so important to the NLS? We didn’t know for sure, but we were sure to find out later in time.
The Heavy Attainment Squad (HAS) was tasked in finding Subject 1010010, Callsign Vikkyr-Kharlael, they were only informed that Vikkyr-K was afflicted by a phenomenon known as only in Fringe Science as the “Ghalahad Effect.” After making a number of choices over an extended period of one’s life including but not limited to: greed, selfishness, scornful attitude, seeking the b
Prelude to Before a ChristmasPrelude to Before a Christmas Morn
By Brandon LeMonds
I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, it is the name given to me by several old chaps that I used to stroll with on the evenings in Paris, and we used to walk the streets with money-purses that were purposefully empty. You see, we would wait to be jumped to counter the bandits and then we would rob them themselves, oh it was a glorious idea. We walked upon this boulevard for an hour several times in a day. One man jumped me, he cut my purse so I tripped him as he tried to run away. I said “Your money or your soul, your pick.” “Look my friend,” He tried to say, “I just want some bread to give to my children on Christmas!” I stomped him out, and took his money. Next thing you know I was getting addicted to this feeling of control, so I started to do it most often more than anything and it became my passion.
One Year Later
I had a coin for every finger that I had torn from gentlemen that had perished i
UntitledYou don't need to be number one in order to win you know,
you just need to find the balance between your rational thought and your instincts.
Your instincts help you find where you need to go,
your rational thought helps you get where you think you need to go.
The color of your hair has nothing to do with your personality,
your eyes are a window to your soul, yes.
Making them tinted however just makes it more difficult to see.
Now how all of this plays in perspective with one another is that people find that if their eyes are one color and their hair is another they obviously think a different way than I do.
Well that's just absurd, really.
The only reason why they think more differently than I do is because they are a different person, silly.
People are like sheep, they follow whoever has the best call.
I follow the best call of them all,
even though I may not fully hear it or understand it, my instinct tells me it is good.
And it is.
A subordinated trance is like music to me, lead in
Beginning of my DayI wake up.
I turn on my computer and put on my beanie as I get a coke up out of the fridge,
I come back,
Enter my pass and come onto Facebook and see if anyone's there,
Then i open up deviantArt to see if anyone cares,
And I listen to some YouTube despite the ads that block my sense i still wish to hear my messes that i favorite into my list.
Lord of GloomBitter sorrow crouched beside a fire,
His eyes shone orange, burning but minimalized.
Darkness surrounds in cleansing repose,
Sweet memories became bitter,
Like a Black Rose bequeathed at a funeral,
His rose was once red,
But filthy intention turned it dead.
Grand mustaches adorned his maw,
But his lack of honor left him raw.
He threw her into a well,
And therefore put his soul in hell.
He became cursed and well,
Became undead, quite a story to tell.
Looking into the tome,
His mustaches he combed,
And threw his brother's work into the fire.
Angered he progressed right off his chair,
he put his helmet upon his black hair;
and strode off to find his minion.
Poor minion, poor minion.
He was walking in the desert like void.
Searching for a portal,
So he again could become mortal.
Forlorn his knowledge was,
Forty-thousand thousand paces marked the entrance,
And his feet were tired from the trek.
The Dread Lord of Darkness wrapped his hands around Minions collar,
Blue and purple swirled arou
Early Morning Rambles.I wanted to understand why the mind in the lie was understood little by the little understood was a lie in the mind why the understanding to want me to tell you on why I wanted to eat a truthful statement. To swim in the river that every man in born in to swim even when he dosent know how to swim yet we either figure it out or we drown and if we drown then we are kindve screwed and if we learn we are sent to another part to learn something else in the heat of lava and if the lava is secretly plasma and the plasma is secretly cold the ones that fall in aren't screwed but only were tricked by the illusion that it was lava and not cold plasma. This is understandable, the human mind cannot comprehend a simple and unnoticeable knowledge such as this. If I gave you a popsicle would you be able to discern the flavor if it was just clear? I know I understand I know the man I serve the man I am the mans best friend and I know what he is is doing and if I know wh
ChartsA light in my mind that peeks the skies that charts the times and believes in my eyes that they can do what I want them to do that so happens to translate digital messages to my hands and my hands draw symbols that symbolize letters that amaze even the most darkened spirits that usually hate the minds eye and gaze into the design of a lesser beings mind that makes them become undone.
ManyThere are many futures, many outcomes, many demensions. Some exist out of time, most of them do not. Miracles are miracles, definitions are definitions, and a book contains them all. If there was a man that walked the earth and deduced the fact of law, would he become now fine nor aright because he misfollowed them all? A book, a stone, a tablet, vellum, a papyrus scroll of all; they all contain the same information of claws.
You call meYou call me a freak
I say I'm unique
You call me crazy
I say sanity is overrated
You call me a sissy
I say I'm sensitive
And proud of it
You call me depressed
I say it's true
But I'm not ashamed of it
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are a
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
are winter fire
that warms my body,
that stokes my heart.
is velvet gloss
through my hair,
under my shirt.
is silk screen
beneath my fingertips,
between my lips.
moves like ocean water,
washes over me,
floods every inch of me.
clinging to your cheeks,
puddling the pillow,
caught inside my kiss.
palm to palm with mine,
soft and breathy in my ear,
loud and gasping
against my mouth.
pressing against mine,
rising to meet me,
applauding in rhythm.
grasping at my shoulders,
sliding down my chest,
clinging to my skin.
squeezing me tightly.
arching up to me,
tilting back your chin,
pressing us so close.
undulating in excitement,
trembling in joy,
shivering with delight.
echoing inside my head,
calling out to the universe,
telling me everything.
tender and delicate,
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
DistemperOh, did you scream?
No, ninety ravens
released from the rack of my ribs
in a ravage of wings
have disquieted the cat.
Oh, an aspirin for my mind
(lay your head in my hand
drink me down, feather-drown)
thin its belly-close blood
uphold the constitution
of my hollow-cast heart.
[Fire the dragon
the fairy waters her way
across the winter]
So stout, so ale,
hold fast, touch bone
Oh, you would rather die
than bring home bad meat.
And for What?Begot thee was and thine was soon forgotten.
Remember the way you once took was as beautiful as the caressing light of the moon?
But you fell, oh cant you remember?
The day you fell was almost as glorious as the day you were born.
You fell with fire and lightning from Heaven!
Oh mistaken you thought you were.
But glorious you once were O' Lucifer!
You were the angel of the early morning's dawn!
And for what?
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