See, there, how the sun dances with her?
How she smiles a big hello to the world?
A hello that is lost in the chatter, but
She doesn't know it. It's all relative.
In her mind she's a princess.
She grows taller, more stout, more
Ugly. Never before did she realize
Her vulnerability. It's an awkward
Stage and she feels out of place.
O, the horror that plagues her mind:
I feel so stocky Do these make me
Look fat? Maybe I should trim
But, these thoughts become just another
Layer lost in time. She has become
More solid, more rooted, more
Graceful. Her figure is womanly
And she has no reason not to flaunt
It
Let us lay in the Sun
browning as we oxidize
And maybe before we get fried
our meat will sweeten
for the Wolves
It'll be a slow and painful death
but then maybe Mother will forgive
us for the rest
Though I know Father will be relentless
until our stench perfumes the ozone
and defines what is air
And it's okay because our Redemption
is our Destruction and
our Destruction breeds Creation
So Nature will get the notion
that it can be greedy too
Things that can't be seen
will eat us from the inside
and chunks and bits
will be taken by and by
In the beak of the Scavenger
Or the whipping of the Weather
We'll once again be green
He comes home with fingers
black from reaching into open bodies,
the grease kissing his skin.
A smile unveils itself from behind
a prickly forest, once his tired eyes
find us in waiting. There are
prickly smooches and prickly hugs.
Dinner is no quick TV dinner,
but a feast, no matter how simple.
The earthy smell of lentils, rice
and carrots steaming, aromas wafting,
crawling up our noses
A simple dish, but his plate is a masterpiece.
Nobody eats better than me, he says with
a full-belly sigh. Traces of olive oil
gleam from his fingers.
Hours grow darker and the
couch welcomes his weight. Ah,
siest
A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees by xDragonFangx, literature
Literature
A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees
In the fuzzy blackness of sleep, red suddenly colored my vision, prying my eyes wide open, but only to have them shut tight at the sting of mornings bright light. The desert sun was peeking through the blinds, making patterns across the blankets and my scrunched up face. I opened my eyes again to see an uninhabited RV, realized that I had overslept, and rushed clumsily about the cluttered vehicle to get ready to join my family outside.
I swung open the screen door and inhaled the dry heat, fresh and sharp in my nose, transitioning my senses from the stuffy interior of the RV. The land was barren before me, its flat expanse int
It Just Wasn't in the Stars by xDragonFangx, literature
Literature
It Just Wasn't in the Stars
With a swoop! whoosh! and boom!
The metal disk falls from the sky.
The pilot within awaits his doom
As his saucer fails to fly.
With a crash! boom! and bang!
A noise comes from inside.
The saucer is lodged in wet sand −
Out pops a head: our alien is alive!
With a clanging! and a splat!
The alien stumbles out of his chair.
In the sand he falls flat,
And tries to breathe − such hot air!
With hoots! buzzes! and howls!
He looks up at hearing the noises.
Many a soul on the prowl,
But he cant find the source of their voices.
With a rustle! grunt! and stomp!
The alien turns around to see
Standing tall going chomp
Another Sad Teen Story by xDragonFangx, literature
Literature
Another Sad Teen Story
Shes sober, so it has to be now. Now is the time it has to stop. Theres no way I could drag this out any longer; I relinquish her hand and stop in my tracks. She continues walking a few paces forward before turning around to face me. A dead portrait, somber, but her sunken eyes betray the rest of the morbid serenity that is her face: something nefarious dances behind them.
What is it, hon?
I look at her, seeing a small glint of the sweet pacifist she once was -- No, I tell myself, You mustnt evade it, not now. Words tumble out, We we cant do this anymore -- the speedballs,
I am a stream off of the ocean
my waters brackish and murky
I wonder how many eyes it takes
to see
the sky is falling
I hear the strain of roots
winding and reaching
for what they have been deprived
I see canvases on legs
pencils sketching
brushes stroking
I want to go to the home
where the heart isnt pumping
under the floorboards
I am a stream off of the ocean
my waters brackish and murky
I pretend to know that it hurts
and sometimes I do
but theres no hurt
I feel many colors
clashing and flowing
some dont exist
I touch thoughts
and they explode
or snap
Hello, Ms. Brooks.
How are you today? Its funny that you request such a thing -tell me who you are - because Im still not quite sure myself. Its easy to jot a few words down, saying what I am, where I came from but, does that really sum it up to who? I guess well never really know for sure, but Ill give it a shot - this is me
I came from the heat that still runs wild in the late month of November, where the disgustingly sweet humidity is an everlasting embrace. I am the fall in the never ending summer of Miami, Florida, born from an unlikely pair: &
Rough hands
caress
stubbly chins
and trace
angular jaws
snaking their way
around
embracing
each other's warmth
from the taut skin
that hides
a tougher softness
Go ahead and count
the minutes
and the hours
seconds, if you think it
matters
We know the big numbers
But we forget
that our faces
are of different times
Running
on different clocks
You can tell us
that nature isn't
merciful
And we'll tell you
that the ticking
stops before
the electric hum
We know
But we don't count
every minute
every hour
or second
because it doesn't matter
See, there, how the sun dances with her?
How she smiles a big hello to the world?
A hello that is lost in the chatter, but
She doesn't know it. It's all relative.
In her mind she's a princess.
She grows taller, more stout, more
Ugly. Never before did she realize
Her vulnerability. It's an awkward
Stage and she feels out of place.
O, the horror that plagues her mind:
I feel so stocky Do these make me
Look fat? Maybe I should trim
But, these thoughts become just another
Layer lost in time. She has become
More solid, more rooted, more
Graceful. Her figure is womanly
And she has no reason not to flaunt
It
Let us lay in the Sun
browning as we oxidize
And maybe before we get fried
our meat will sweeten
for the Wolves
It'll be a slow and painful death
but then maybe Mother will forgive
us for the rest
Though I know Father will be relentless
until our stench perfumes the ozone
and defines what is air
And it's okay because our Redemption
is our Destruction and
our Destruction breeds Creation
So Nature will get the notion
that it can be greedy too
Things that can't be seen
will eat us from the inside
and chunks and bits
will be taken by and by
In the beak of the Scavenger
Or the whipping of the Weather
We'll once again be green
He comes home with fingers
black from reaching into open bodies,
the grease kissing his skin.
A smile unveils itself from behind
a prickly forest, once his tired eyes
find us in waiting. There are
prickly smooches and prickly hugs.
Dinner is no quick TV dinner,
but a feast, no matter how simple.
The earthy smell of lentils, rice
and carrots steaming, aromas wafting,
crawling up our noses
A simple dish, but his plate is a masterpiece.
Nobody eats better than me, he says with
a full-belly sigh. Traces of olive oil
gleam from his fingers.
Hours grow darker and the
couch welcomes his weight. Ah,
siest
A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees by xDragonFangx, literature
Literature
A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees
In the fuzzy blackness of sleep, red suddenly colored my vision, prying my eyes wide open, but only to have them shut tight at the sting of mornings bright light. The desert sun was peeking through the blinds, making patterns across the blankets and my scrunched up face. I opened my eyes again to see an uninhabited RV, realized that I had overslept, and rushed clumsily about the cluttered vehicle to get ready to join my family outside.
I swung open the screen door and inhaled the dry heat, fresh and sharp in my nose, transitioning my senses from the stuffy interior of the RV. The land was barren before me, its flat expanse int
It Just Wasn't in the Stars by xDragonFangx, literature
Literature
It Just Wasn't in the Stars
With a swoop! whoosh! and boom!
The metal disk falls from the sky.
The pilot within awaits his doom
As his saucer fails to fly.
With a crash! boom! and bang!
A noise comes from inside.
The saucer is lodged in wet sand −
Out pops a head: our alien is alive!
With a clanging! and a splat!
The alien stumbles out of his chair.
In the sand he falls flat,
And tries to breathe − such hot air!
With hoots! buzzes! and howls!
He looks up at hearing the noises.
Many a soul on the prowl,
But he cant find the source of their voices.
With a rustle! grunt! and stomp!
The alien turns around to see
Standing tall going chomp
Another Sad Teen Story by xDragonFangx, literature
Literature
Another Sad Teen Story
Shes sober, so it has to be now. Now is the time it has to stop. Theres no way I could drag this out any longer; I relinquish her hand and stop in my tracks. She continues walking a few paces forward before turning around to face me. A dead portrait, somber, but her sunken eyes betray the rest of the morbid serenity that is her face: something nefarious dances behind them.
What is it, hon?
I look at her, seeing a small glint of the sweet pacifist she once was -- No, I tell myself, You mustnt evade it, not now. Words tumble out, We we cant do this anymore -- the speedballs,
I am a stream off of the ocean
my waters brackish and murky
I wonder how many eyes it takes
to see
the sky is falling
I hear the strain of roots
winding and reaching
for what they have been deprived
I see canvases on legs
pencils sketching
brushes stroking
I want to go to the home
where the heart isnt pumping
under the floorboards
I am a stream off of the ocean
my waters brackish and murky
I pretend to know that it hurts
and sometimes I do
but theres no hurt
I feel many colors
clashing and flowing
some dont exist
I touch thoughts
and they explode
or snap
Hello, Ms. Brooks.
How are you today? Its funny that you request such a thing -tell me who you are - because Im still not quite sure myself. Its easy to jot a few words down, saying what I am, where I came from but, does that really sum it up to who? I guess well never really know for sure, but Ill give it a shot - this is me
I came from the heat that still runs wild in the late month of November, where the disgustingly sweet humidity is an everlasting embrace. I am the fall in the never ending summer of Miami, Florida, born from an unlikely pair: &
Rough hands
caress
stubbly chins
and trace
angular jaws
snaking their way
around
embracing
each other's warmth
from the taut skin
that hides
a tougher softness
Go ahead and count
the minutes
and the hours
seconds, if you think it
matters
We know the big numbers
But we forget
that our faces
are of different times
Running
on different clocks
You can tell us
that nature isn't
merciful
And we'll tell you
that the ticking
stops before
the electric hum
We know
But we don't count
every minute
every hour
or second
because it doesn't matter
In a patchwork building
Comprised of familliar places.
School.
Hospital.
Mall.
The lights are dimmed
And few and far apart.
Every twenty feet,
A bug stained
Plastic covered,
Blinking (( -- twitching -- ))
Luminescent light
Splashes the broken
Tiles that crack
Underneath my feet.
A bead of iced sweat
Travels its way down
And around
My spine.
I'm running now
And I don't know why.
[Freezeframe]
There he is again.
Haunting me.
Taunting me
What does he want?!
He's simply
A tattered old man
Keeping up his appearances.
The dank light does nothing
For the presently
Creepy gaze
He keeps on me.
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It seems that a fellow deviant is in need of help....here is what ~tomislav-moze (https://www.deviantart.com/tomislav-moze) says:
On the 23.02.2007 he was kidnapped in district part of city Sofia in Bulgaria...after that we lost all trace of him regard the fact that the kidnappers were arrested only 3 hours after it happened.
Few days ago I got a news that the kidnappers where released duo lack of evidence, I think that is crazy! Because they have done it in front of 20 people in a restaurant and the inspectors found his blood in their car...they even admit that they kidnapped, beet him and
Hey guys! I finally got my new user up! I've already added a bunch of my old art and some new stuff, too. I would put up more but the scanner's being a bitch with this new computer.
Here I am:
~ArtisticFallout (https://www.deviantart.com/artisticfallout) or http://artistfallout.deviantart.com/
I'll start adding you guys to my friends list as soon as I get some sleep...:yawn:
(It won't lemme change my icon avatar thing, either..which is odd. :P )