The raindrops fall like frozen tears
each strikes concrete with icy, suicidal abandon
the slick ground like cold flesh...
And the devil partakes of poison again...
He haunts the dreams of my fae,
he haunts her eyes
with his reckless abandon,
his wasteful ways.
Who is he to fill her life with brimstone?
Who is he to leave burns upon her skin?
My fae cares too much,
she feeds him all her remedy,
as his poison burns her flesh.
No devil deserves to die,
but no fae is bound to him.
Her empathy is beautiful,
righteous, faithful,
but her suffering leaves her
in the devil's icy abandon.
The fae shivers, the rain permeating her spir
War torn lovers,
the scream of metal against metal,
and Icarus dreams,
are the keepers of my insanity.
Too many fruits are forbidden
and too many stars are out of reach.
My lusts are extinguished
like willow-the-wisps
swept away on the angry tide...
Will spring never come
for these ocean eyes?
Has the wanderer lass
lost her bearings for good?
Is there no moon maiden
to fill her empty heart?
I fear the remedy
to my affliction
was merely poison...
gift of the fates.
The Light on the Horizon by darlingdeath, literature
Literature
The Light on the Horizon
Of everything in the universe, all of the people to love I have fallen for that light on the horizon. That sprite so far from me, and yet so near to me, in company, she speaks the words before they reach my lips. Who is she?
The girl with the piano hands
The earthly smile
and the laughter like the wind.
She who is so different,
so hurt
and yet so similar,
struggling to heal.
The one I fear to love
and yet in her absence
my heart is filled with longing
The girl with the words
that tear apart
who I thought I was
does she know who I am?
how could she not?
her words delve into my soul
her eyes penetr
Playing for the Muse of Music by darlingdeath, literature
Literature
Playing for the Muse of Music
The phantom harmony
could she ever know
the words are mine?
The meter, the staff,
the blood within my veins...
The sorrow, the pain,
the days I spent alone
The raindrops, the rests,
the favourite quiet time
my days lost
my heart torn
as I dwell
in the unrequited.
I can sleep away the anger,
but I still hear their jeers
Ostracized; ridiculed,
as if my love were a disease.
I can dream away the hurt
but still their fingers reach
Beaten; broken,
as if I were a monster.
I can disguise my pain
behind cold eyes and sharp words
Indifferent; protected,
as if I felt nothing at all.
I can hold close my heart
and feel whole once more
Loving; hiding,
as if you were my escape.
Mask with empty eyes
Shell with broken fingers
Your touch
makes it hard to pretend
The Damned
only know a taste.
Clawing
Screaming
Let go! Let go! Let go!
Relived
as many times
as the sun has years.
The omens
stand all around
with Jesters grin
they cackle.
Hands like fire
suffocate the unholy.
Countless memories
written in the
parchment of skin.
Cannot erase
cannot allow
anyone to understand.
The raindrops fall like frozen tears
each strikes concrete with icy, suicidal abandon
the slick ground like cold flesh...
And the devil partakes of poison again...
He haunts the dreams of my fae,
he haunts her eyes
with his reckless abandon,
his wasteful ways.
Who is he to fill her life with brimstone?
Who is he to leave burns upon her skin?
My fae cares too much,
she feeds him all her remedy,
as his poison burns her flesh.
No devil deserves to die,
but no fae is bound to him.
Her empathy is beautiful,
righteous, faithful,
but her suffering leaves her
in the devil's icy abandon.
The fae shivers, the rain permeating her spir
War torn lovers,
the scream of metal against metal,
and Icarus dreams,
are the keepers of my insanity.
Too many fruits are forbidden
and too many stars are out of reach.
My lusts are extinguished
like willow-the-wisps
swept away on the angry tide...
Will spring never come
for these ocean eyes?
Has the wanderer lass
lost her bearings for good?
Is there no moon maiden
to fill her empty heart?
I fear the remedy
to my affliction
was merely poison...
gift of the fates.
The Light on the Horizon by darlingdeath, literature
Literature
The Light on the Horizon
Of everything in the universe, all of the people to love I have fallen for that light on the horizon. That sprite so far from me, and yet so near to me, in company, she speaks the words before they reach my lips. Who is she?
The girl with the piano hands
The earthly smile
and the laughter like the wind.
She who is so different,
so hurt
and yet so similar,
struggling to heal.
The one I fear to love
and yet in her absence
my heart is filled with longing
The girl with the words
that tear apart
who I thought I was
does she know who I am?
how could she not?
her words delve into my soul
her eyes penetr
Playing for the Muse of Music by darlingdeath, literature
Literature
Playing for the Muse of Music
The phantom harmony
could she ever know
the words are mine?
The meter, the staff,
the blood within my veins...
The sorrow, the pain,
the days I spent alone
The raindrops, the rests,
the favourite quiet time
my days lost
my heart torn
as I dwell
in the unrequited.
I can sleep away the anger,
but I still hear their jeers
Ostracized; ridiculed,
as if my love were a disease.
I can dream away the hurt
but still their fingers reach
Beaten; broken,
as if I were a monster.
I can disguise my pain
behind cold eyes and sharp words
Indifferent; protected,
as if I felt nothing at all.
I can hold close my heart
and feel whole once more
Loving; hiding,
as if you were my escape.
Mask with empty eyes
Shell with broken fingers
Your touch
makes it hard to pretend
The Damned
only know a taste.
Clawing
Screaming
Let go! Let go! Let go!
Relived
as many times
as the sun has years.
The omens
stand all around
with Jesters grin
they cackle.
Hands like fire
suffocate the unholy.
Countless memories
written in the
parchment of skin.
Cannot erase
cannot allow
anyone to understand.
The aliens came, and they told us how pathetically flawed the human brain was. Scientists on Earth already had identified feelings and emotions as complex brain synapses, but they never answered why. The aliens said it was because we were just too stupid, underdeveloped, and trivial. Love and hate, shame and pride, what made one preferable to another?
The aliens have inner peace. Not the nirvana Buddhists seek, or the feeling of self worth born again Christians use to comfort themselves. The aliens have the inner peace of passivity. They dont give a fuck about anything. Brill
The last star shines tonight
but it fades into shadow
as the light of morning
blinds my ocean eyes
Where is my autumn eyed shadow?
Where is my dark shrouded dream?
Where is the silence
in the myriad of screams?
The Shadow Girl shivers
The dark angel cringes...
Still air is marred
by the fearsome screams
of Horus, enraged.
I weep for corruption
as its last breath is lost.
I weep for the tempest
for its roars faded to naught.
I stand with True Seekers,
on the edge of All,
as the Great One
has answered our call.
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This account has been overrun by art, devwatches, and stuff I generally don't want to deal with.
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A few of you may have noticed I have hardly been active here.
That would be because the Mature Content Policy has yet to be rectified. And I will continue to be rather inactive here until something is done about it. I can legally consent to sex, I can go to college next fall... But I can't see mature contented deviations?
:sigh: I have several thousand deviations in my inbox. I ask that if you'd really like my opinion on your work, that you leave a comment here, with it, because I am going to wait until something is done before I sort through my thousands of unchecked deviations.
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On the less dA oriented side, there's not a lot going on
Why can't I see deviations of mature content?
I've been on dA for 2 years, and today they disabled my ability to view deviations of mature content until I am 18.
This is an insult to young deviants' maturity. I am outraged. Probably 40% or more of my favourites are mature contented. And a certain percentage of my own deviations are as well.
I absolutely love some of the better artistic nude photographers. dA was beautiful in that way, here there was the beauty of the human form without any sexually explicit imagery.
This is blatant censorship. Maturity is not measured by age, and I'm sorry if there are too many deviants that are making le