Gallery
Emotional Poetry
380 deviations
Literature
Bliss
Drenched in the gold of late afternoon sunlight,
we can begin again.
We are born of the light and the sound of our name.
Born to be the sun's blissful creatures,
leaking out the light for all of the world to see,
carrying the torch to the dead of night,
calling the bones
to take to flesh again,
to love again.
Did you know a smile is a stamp upon the world?
If I leave you a chunk of beauty,
will you promise to carry the torch
as a creature of bliss?
Light Poetry
4 deviations
Literature
The Most POEtical Topic...
I loved my love with more than love, That night when she died in my arms; Her beautiful body, so pallid, so still--- I could not resist her cold charms...
Dark Poetry
285 deviations
Humor Poetry
26 deviations
Visual Poetry
9 deviations
Prosetry
22 deviations
Prose
48 deviations
Literature
Uncle Jokes...
Serinda rolled her eyes as she flounced out the school doors--"Thanks a LOT, Mom," she groaned inwardly, for her Uncle Lloyd was waiting to pick her up in his lime green 1956 Packard. Don't beep the horn please do NOT beep the horn oh God don't let him--- AHH-OOOOOGAH!!! "OVER HERE, Serindy-Mindy!" Uncle Lloyd shouted jovially, exposing the fifteen year old's hated childhood nickname to everyone within earshot; her face crimson, Serinda climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door. "Yikes! Go easy on old Betsy," chuckled Uncle Lloyd, revving the engine. "Have a bad day, sweetie?" "Just DRIVE," his niece snarled through clenched teeth, and he peeled out with all the devil-may-care zest of the bachelor uncle who has refused to grow up. "Knock-knock," grinned Uncle Lloyd, as they drove along; tight-lipped, Serinda gazed sullenly out the window. "Knock-knock," Uncle Lloyd repeated in his most winning tones--"Who's there!" his niece snapped. "Orange!" "No, Uncle Lloyd!
Short Shorties
65 deviations
Chapters and Introduction
46 deviations
Character Mock Up and Settings
8 deviations
Fanfic
116 deviations
Photography
107 deviations
To Be Critiqued
12 deviations
Literature
Threnody of Patriots
I am America...
I am the embodiment of Initiative,
and I have stood many tests in my time.
I have bled,
and made my enemies bleed twice more.
I have played the part of Saint,
in the Right hand of crisis.
I have tread the path of war time and time again,
and I know the taste of victory,
better than I do, loss.
I was raised by Church and State,
yet they are divided. At some crossroads
did they part ways,
Yet it has all but done them well
for the division has divided me.
My bones are now brittle, and my heart is unsettled.
My arms are often bound and unbound,
I am tired, lethargic, and my feet grow weary.
for my mind is anarchy
Mini-Contests
7 deviations
Literature
Paint
Even though you left
I cannot deny what I feel for you.
So I rid my feelings.
But I immortalize them in paint.
I will paint the night sky,
to show how you are my path in life.
I will paint the undeniable beauty of the rose,
to show the love and passion we shared.
I will paint the season of Autumn,
to show how you are, my passion, my energy, my inspiration,
to show how you always took my breath away.
I will paint the clouds at sunrise, and sunset,
to show how you are my sweetest thoughts and my dreams.
I will paint a coffee cup,
to show how I found comfort in you.
I will paint a cupcake,
to show how you are my sweetest craving.
I will paint
CONTEST
5 deviations
