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Abbywinters

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Spirit of Summer

Talirea

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Hidden beauty

UnspokenDepths

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Mid-April Sunset in Glasgow -untouched-

VerySpecialArtists

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Literature

The Twain

Secret whispers, The silent tongue, Meet on the bridge of the mind The twain. Desire the thorny bed of the desperate Seeking unity on plains divided, Define longing across time For another. Gifted a rare fullness to the void between birth and departure, Magnetism strong as the daylight shines, council and guide, Through sable hours I confide From stake and easing tether. Such great distances apart Though almost together.

water

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Dragons Chest Animated Stamp

xgnyc

10 deviations
Demand

xmisslolox

5 deviations
Image

yuduvudu

11 deviations
Literature

Why Do You Do This To Me?

You took my breath away then Watched me suffocate.

A-Safe-Haven

163 deviations

AlexandraB24

60 deviations

AmazinglyBeautiful

626 deviations

AngelDragonfly

27 deviations

Angels

116 deviations

Beautiful Photography

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Literature

Stay

Tattered clips of sunny smiles strewn about throughout the aisles, tipped and spilled to much dismay those memories of yesterday. Volunteered upon this path oblivious to the aftermath, the possibility it seemed of failure was an absurd dream. Torn from the ground we built upon moonlight burned the summer song, undermined the very heart of the bedrock where we saw it start. Winter caused the soul to say an audible wish for a different day, Without the strength to go away it's come to this so here we stay.

DarkSoulTeaCafe

133 deviations
Securely in Love

creativemikey

75 deviations
Literature

Exit life

There is a door That I'm looking for I want to escape this life Since I was Five My life is a shit Because I live on a street I want to get closer to that door To get up this floor And I can understand my new life is near But I'm full of fear Suddenly I saw a thing That started to destroy everything I realize that was my new life And I have no place to hide Now I'm old 'cause I'm shy And I haven't get on the other side

dA-Literature

101 deviations
Literature

Whisper

Tell me you care Tell me you are still there My heart feels so empty My soul so bare Needing some warmth To take the coldness away Needing whispers of love that only I can hear

DarlingAngel0565

63 deviations

eqlrytes

68 deviations
:badteethhug:

emoticons

16 deviations
Mesmerizing

FeMailleTurtle

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Love Letter

Ferelwing

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h-I-t

12 deviations
Literature

Mattering

Does it matter ultimately what we have around our necks— a crucifix the Star of David a pentagram, or whether we drop to our knees before bed or lay with a copy of Dawkins’ The God Delusion? Does it matter ultimately where we spend our Sundays or what we see in a kiss: the hand of God destiny coincidence? We are composed of the same particles—the particles that make up the earth and each other and that should be enough. Yes, that should be enough.

Heart-of-Poetry

76 deviations
Literature

My Gift..

Will you miss me when I'm gone, will you shed a tear. Will you feel alone, when I'm no longer here. Close your eyes and see me, my face will wear a smile. To comfort and to guide you, and be with you a while. The soft touch of my hand, I will lay upon your brow. A mother's love is always close, so treasure the here and now. Remember me when I'm gone, but do not shed a tear. You will never be alone, for I am always near..

Lacy

88 deviations
Literature

Future

I hope, I dream, I imagine times that never were, things that have never been. I curse time, for it has taken from me the blissful world of my memories: A world that never was, a world that never will be. I sit, I think, I regret choices and paths that have led to the present: A world without possibility for the realization of my dreams. I sit, I think, I hope, I dream, I imagine things that are not, and regret having made them so. I scorn my past and despise my present, I'd rather live in a world of dreams: A world where everything is possible, A world ruled by hope, where dreams come true and imagination becomes reality, Not a world

Literature

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Lorilae

61 deviations
Literature

I'm tired of being tired

I’m tired of being tired I’m physically tired, I’m mentally tired I’m tired of school, I’m tired of having things to do I’m tired of having to think about feeding myself I’m tired of worrying about myself, my future, my family, my relationships, my actions, my non-actions, my words I’m tired of feeling, I’m tired of not feeling I’m tired of asking and answering questions I’m tired of wanting more and wanting less I’m tired of life I’m tired of it all I’m tired of being tired Can’t I just sleep for awhile?

lor1000

9 deviations
Literature

A Storm Once Named

If we name it     we can sell it app it, map it, can it     commoditize     the fear of it funnel its clouds into the nerve holes    of your pumpkin Once named its pursuit     is personal you share blood     in the game this earth hunts you     and the tech just marries     your location     to the storm's trajectory Consummate within     this drainage basin     (data dump) where all the     revenue streams     mix and merge your fear and curiosity     is your worth     and dowery Spring shower     Harold212     is about to go golden and next Monday    when Isabella196         drops her rain

written-from-within

53 deviations

Love-Literature

51 deviations
Literature

...

and everytime i flip through these empty pages, all i can see are the blank stares glaring back at me. [i have nothing to say .]

Poetry-Magnet

365 deviations
Literature

*Mighty Oak*

Guarded secret many years Seeker silent with hidden face. Furtive grail kings, full of fear Lingering echoes, mystical place Master Merlin, steeped in magic Arthurian enemies he did thwart Woven web around his king Intention to protect the court. Primeval forest growing dense Where mighty oak grows strong Secret whispers, no pretense Merlin listens to tree song. Oak is faithful day and night Dark cave safe, underground Crystal ball gives eerie light Understanding will be found. 2014 Delice1941 17th June2014

My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink

69 deviations
Literature

A Silent Rage

With in me lies something powerful. It sleeps. It lurks. It feeds. It grows. It roars. It screams. It kills. It dies. Within me lies my anger. Built up for years, It grows stronger and stronger with each passing day. Fearing that it burst out all at once, I let it seep at out, little by little. Out comes a silent rage.

Poetry Evolution

113 deviations
Literature

Cogs of Reality

Understand What the nature gives you Peacefully Breathe in all its shards Look deep Beneath the events Containing you Letting you exist You depend On all around you Freedom is Your greatest illusion Recognize Boundaries of this system The cogs of reality Ticking of the unknown Comprehend What’s beyond consciousness The world as it is Running its own course

ProfanePoetry

311 deviations
Pre School

Rawesome

61 deviations
Literature

Eyes of pain

 Deep brown eyes, She cries, Tears of sorrow, Tears of pain. Trapped by a chain, Digging deeper in, The more she struggles, The more she tangles, In his forbidden chain of misery. She cannot escape, He has her captivated, Not by body, But by soul, It looks as if for eternity. The more she moves forward, The more she is pulled back, By the chain, That he has engraved to her heart, Never moving forward, From the hell he has unleashed upon, forever.

BeautyinthePages

32 deviations
Literature

The Space Between Your Arms

I want to become lost within that space between your arms, where your heart sings me a song in the language of the stars, and the warmth of you circles around me, seeping down into my very bones. I can close my eyes, just breathe in the scent of you and know that caught between the asurety of your embrace, solidness of your body I can let go of everything. You become my shield from the world, this will be my paradise, my here and forever, I would just sink down farther into you.

InfinityCodex

33 deviations
Literature

Angel's Recovery: The Truth Revealed

Chpt 1: The Truth Revealed A few weeks had gone by since Aslansa had healed Angel and Fredric was finishing up his daily visit. "Zee bones have healed, but now we have to work on zee muscles. Most of zee bruises are gone, too." He nods and gave Angel a rare smile. Angel smiled at the news, "So I can fly now?" She asked in a hopeful voice. "I wouldn't try zat quite yet. You need to gain muscle strength again Angel." Frederic replied. "Also you need more rest." "I do sleep." Angel said softly as she looked away and lowered her eyes. "Angel...no you don't. You have zee blackness under your eyes." He said frowning at her. Angel looked at him and

Writers-Paradise

11 deviations
Literature

The Crow is Watching You

The wind used to whisper things to me; even in the dead of night it would come forth, spewing its single phrase of nonsense words that never made sense. For there never had to be enough wind, there never had to be a cold night, whenever there was a doubt, the wind would answer the call. 'The crow is watching you' Simple phrase, the five words forming together to make a concrete sentence. Yet a crow was never seen through the eyes. The call was heard when silence was too thick, the clatter and clicks of claws would appear when the world was too peaceful, and the rustle of feathers would overpower the escalades of society. The wind needed to

Poetic-Dark-Souls

5 deviations
Literature

The Wreckage of Tonight

The wreckage of my regrets, washed to the shore of tonight. Whispering it's secrets to the cochlea of my ear, as white figures appear in the form of haunting freeze-frames of my life, all around me. The rusty keys –– that hold in all my gust to eternity. The cobwebs –– that decorate my experiences into something rustic and historic. The sounds of the waves, waltzing in the inner-keeping of my integrity. The shallows of the frozen-over icy, rough ocean - anchor back my mind. Rocio Belinda Mendez © 2013

PoetryFeedsOurSouls

45 deviations
Literature

Birthdays

I used to think that fireflies Were stars that fell too far Out of the skies And now I know the genus, the species. The chemical that makes them glow, And the chemical composition. I wish I didn't. I used to think that christmas day I could never let myself forget And yet I lost count anyway Now I have praise to give and thanks to say for the holidays. Snow and sleet, hail and hell. Get the gifts that they can't tell. I used to think that the sun Would blush bright red from what night said And run But now, I know just where it goes. How far away it is, the elements that compose It, the reactions inside. The way it writhe

Why-You-Write

5 deviations
Lovely

Sookies Favorites

35 deviations