Curious, bright-eyed wonder
Boundless energy, awe inspiring.
Busy bee, never ceasing ever reaching
little hands.
Boundless energy, little hands learning.
Curious, bright-eyes, winking.
All is new, all is fun, all is bright
in this wide world.
Awesome wonder, God's own plan.
Curious, bright-eyed wonder,
You have much to see and much to learn,
Curious little busy bee, ever testing...
Curious, bright-eyed wonder
Boundless energy, awe inspiring.
Busy bee, never ceasing ever reaching
little hands.
Boundless energy, little hands learning.
Curious, bright-eyes, winking.
All is new, all is fun, all is bright
in this wide world.
Awesome wonder, God's own plan.
Curious, bright-eyed wonder,
You have much to see and much to learn,
Curious little busy bee, ever testing...
I hate you...
And everything about you,
the way you can point me out of a crowd
and make me feel alive again.
The way you comfort me when I'm hurt
And how you always cheer me up,
Use words seldom heard,
'til you came along.
You stick up for me when I'm bullied
And I hate that you care about me.
Nobody has ever dared to express
any other feelings towards me.
I'd gotten used to walking in the shadows
Labeled as the FREAK .
Hiding is my forte.
Hatred Disgust Blame.
But then you changed all that
You've shined a light on me.
You taught me how to live
when I wished I could die.
You showed me compassion and love
My Snow Man Melted -contest- by AngelofGod87, literature
Literature
My Snow Man Melted -contest-
Twas the night before...
that's how it starts,
Christmas everywhere near and far
But wait, hold on, WHERE'S THE SNOW!
Oh dear, now, see Christmas isn't how
it should be. Snow and ice,
Christmas nice. Not here, not there, nope
You're in the tropics, there isn't snow ANYWHERE!
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the towns, too many creatures
were stirring, yes even that mouse!
And why?, you ask, It's Christmas in the tropics.
Quite simple you see... we're stringing the house lights,
left and right, and right and left. A spectacle, a delight,
a headache, COME SEE!
Ah yes, we have "snow-men" and maybe some "rain de
My Faith, my lighthouse, star in my storm,
The world, a sea, rages towards me,
My Faith, my lighthouse,
God's rest for my soul.
The world rages against me,
Battered and bruised, my soul cries out.
My rock, my light,
shines all the brighter for the dark,
My Faith, oh faith, do not leave me now,
I'm weary of this storm,
I seek His light,
Brightly shining in the night.
My Faith, my lighthouse
God's gentle rest for my weary soul.
It shines all the brighter,
when darkest is the night,
My Faith, my hope,
This sea rages, I cry,
I'm weary oh Lord, and I cry out.
My lighthouse, His star in my storm,
Weary soul, drink of this Li
Aah... home again.
I kick back and relax,
long day at the office you see...
With my coffee in hand, book on lap.
"Kerplop", what was that?!
A bit annoyed I get up off the couch,
move over to the table,
What the--
I see my bag on the floor, funny,
but bags don't fall just like that.
Pick it up, and toss it on my bed, walk to couch,
"CRASH!" , "ok now this is getting annoying"
I say to myself, as I walk over to the table to see,
OH DEAR my coffee!
"What in the world is happening to me?"
I set the book on the table, get a mop from the closet,
A Kerplunk... greets me as I walk back, mop in hand,
what do I see, m
Hello DeviantArt. It's been awhile. I used to spend so much time here once upon a time but not so much anymore. Lots of reasons, but I guess the biggest being I started disliking the look/feel of dA a few years back and never really got the hang of the massive UI overhaul. Everything is harder to use now, non-intuitive, and (seems to me) geared more for the visual arts than text. Tablets & phones now more than desktop. All the tiles! It's like a failed Windows Metro experience from 2017. But enough bitching. I dropped in to say HI and also see if anyone still follows me here, and to exchange contact info if you like. My instinct is that I'm not gonna check in here much anymore and if my account were to suddenly whiff away I'd lose permanent contact with y'all. So how about it? Anyone wanna say HI back? Or you can always find me at ralfmaximus.com. Love to hear from ya!
The Journey in a Journal of Leaves by Mattiello, literature
Literature
The Journey in a Journal of Leaves
I.I
A boy on the dank marshes of civilization
stretches and yawns as he peers into the
fog. Marked by the petrified silence of crumb-
ling shell-stone upon the gouged, tear-stained
mound of time's evidence, her languid blood
claims the nature of his shadow's rest, becoming -
in essence as well - the dark reflection that
grips his ever-struggling heart.
Roots of a mature hawthorn tree could fill
coarse gouges of the mound, but
becoming drunk on night's embrace
petrifies the horrors upon the sleeping
and allows it to wallow in the throes of
the forever-interrogative: why?
The sun cannot burn the fog, but the
hazy shadow of a path leads t
Begemott, A Gallery of Narrative Dreams by techgnotic, journal
Begemott, A Gallery of Narrative Dreams
January 30, 2013by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
On Sundays by *begemott
Begemott:
A Gallery of Narrative Dreams
A magic of effective art can be a drawing that appears to be a movie still, clipped from a film narrative, evoking a powerful sense of storytelling— and the viewer wants to know the rest of the story. This phenomenon has recently manifested itself on deviantART— and in a big way— once again.
The Rock - Dwayne Johnson Paintingby *frankwyte81
Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson will produce a movie based on a drawing (“sweet Halloween dreams”) by deviantART digital artist begemott (https://www.deviantart.com/begemott). The drawin
pictures only hold so much by VertigoArt, literature
Literature
pictures only hold so much
I tried to hold on to you,
but my mind let you slip from my memories
and now all I have are pictures
of a woman I don’t remember
and barely recognize.
You see, in my hands
I hold nothing
because nothing is what I am left with without you
and I wish I could still recall
your lips on mine,
your body pressed close,
or how it felt to hold your hand in my own,
but I can’t and I never will,
but the pictures tell a story
that I wish I remembered
because I know
that you meant something to me
and I know I meant something to you.
I know you were mine and I was happy to be yours.
I just wish pictures held more than image
Confound you, illicit butterfly!
You have dizzily thrust your
breathless, starting, sunset arms
into my cage once more;
but can you not see
your withered winged brethren
round the red bars of this place,
grey and weary and warning
that the stale miasma
has not yet abided?
It is not not yet your time, my butterfly,
for Spring is 'round another corner
I have yet to pave.
I curse not you, but the bars —
the cowardly, crimson bars.
Carefree, carefree I wish to be,
I long to be with her.
She'll teach my heart just how to see,
I'll be her perfect sir.
I'll learn of love in her embrace,
And then succumb to her sweet grace,
I'll learn of love,
I'll learn of love,
I'll see the love upon her face,
Oh, carefree, carefree, carefree.
Carefree, carefree, I do foresee
A lifetime at her side.
And in my heart, so much new glee,
I feel I must have died.
I'll fight no more for I am caught,
See me now, a Gordian knot,
I'll fight no more,
I'll fight no more,
What more have I to give to thought?
Oh, carefree, carefree, carefree.
To be carefree, it is my dream,
And fi
You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.
We climbed the tower stairs as the bell solemnly chimed.
"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."
You took my hand, we kissed our last, and off the edge we stepped.
But you let go, so I alone, plunged into the night.
But you promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.
So I wait for you now, my love, for I know you must regret
Your eyes were flick'ring candles as you watched me die.
"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."
You'll see me there again, some night, waiting by the tower steps.
You'll take my hand, I'll lead you up, up into the s
Nothing but a word
That's how it all began
The word became flesh
When His dream became Man
Thought of before conception
Chosen before birth
Planned out before existence
His vessels on this earth
He could have done it all
For in His eyes, all was done
But He made us partakers of His pleasure
In every victory won
Created like seeds
True forms locked within
Revealed through work over time
And a partnership with Him
And the lilies fell
to their demise
as your words flung them from their vase
making the shattered glass
of what I once called home
decorate the floor in sickening glitter.
And as your utterances
engrave the walls
in echoing shades of black
I realize,
that I am those lilies
laid down to rest
never to be picked up again.
She felt as if he had stolen her words by GirlUndefined, literature
Literature
She felt as if he had stolen her words
She felt as if he had stolen her words -
stolen them right from her poetic core.
For months she had been unable to write,
since she couldn't find a rhyme any more.
The "big reveal" had left her feeling raw
as she got lost in a labyrinth of memories.
His nonchalance, his inability to repent -
she was broken by this behaviour of his.
He acted like she was irrelevant, so small -
too small to deserve a heartfelt apology.
Anger, disappointment, sadness and pain
all prevented her from creating new poetry.
The proverbial shit had hit the fan,
destroying every obstacle in its way.
Her words were gone, he kidnapped them all;
she couldn'
This was taken by my friend Moises's mother while we were singing Bell Carols of the King and you can tell it's one of my favorite songs to sing in Choir by the look in my face. With me are my two very dear friends Jessy and Moises.
Current Residence: United States Favorite genre of music: Hard Rock Favorite photographer: There are a few... Favorite style of art: Well written Poetry, Landscape and Portrait photography Operating System: MacBook Favourite cartoon character: Tom & Jerry Personal Quote: Perfectionism is not a sin... to give up is the sin!
Favourite Visual Artist
Ask.
Favourite Movies
I am Sam and about a hundred others...
Favourite TV Shows
Miscelaneous
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Skillet, Flyleaf, RED ... among others
Favourite Books
Too many to count!
Favourite Writers
Again, too many to count!
Tools of the Trade
My Hands, Mind and Staedtler Mars Lumograph & Ebony pencils, Prismacolors pastels
As it turns out... being an adult is crazy busy and crazy tough.
My last journal entry was 2015 for Christ's sake! So, where have I been? In a nutshell, I have been very very busy.
The last time I logged in I announced that I had gotten married to my wonderful Andrew and had a baby girl. Well, I now have a daughter and a son. I have lived in the great state of Texas for 6 years.
I work as a Teacher Facilitator for Ft. Worth ISD's Office of Adult Education. I love my job because I get to help adults learn English and transition into the Texas Workforce. Unfortunately, I have been so busy with my everyday life that I have not had time to wr
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