| I hurtle through life, people and things swirling around me. I live to discover, to understand this world around us. All the while I try to capture the essence of life, of being alive in this world, with the scratching of the pen and pencil, writing out their music of words onto the staff of paper. |
Newest
Through TearsTears slowly trace their meandering path The salty marks leave their trails behind. Beyond the world blurs, leaving only hints of shapes. Instead there exist only the dancing shadows,Through Tears
spatial planes of bending light through hydrogen bonds
Looking through the droplets into the world washed clean with emotion. Looking through the waves washing against the shore. Distorted optical reality
by ~silentsymphony01
River of ThoughtWhat is thought, that immutable concept? A fluid, flowing stream moving from one idea to the next with the unstoppable motion of the currentRiver of Thought
Does the river flow through all? Is the path set, the motion ingrained down to the last base pair? Does an element of commonalty exist- that basal state called "human kind?"
Instead, does this river flow through different paths? Does the river Styx flow through one and the noble Thames the other? Thought raised molecules of letters and sounds?
by ~silentsymphony01
Her Silver RaysPeeking through the clouds Her silv'ry face smiles down Her light touches the surface Chasing darknessHer Silver Rays
Like the closing of a book Her rays bring the end But like the season's change The beginning of night's music
Like the shining currents The light flows down Illuminating the land Light in Darkness
Shadows dance under her Twisting and turning with the wind Playing beneath her face The night is their time
They dance A dance of celebration In beat to the earth In step to the forest
From behin
by ~silentsymphony01
Favourites
Ebony LiesI want to trust you in velvet night Licking, caressing darknessEbony Lies
dancing shadows rhythmically pulsing on the beat of changing winds against trees scratching melodies of tonal deftness
between lies under the shroud of truth just thick enough to mask the grotesque.
The crystalline moon slices your face in half
as words trip twisted from your lips
loosed like blood from an innocent
with eyes milky white and breath caught so far away from the trees that the screams will never be uncovered
from this smothering ebony gloom.
by ~rhythmone
Ran - Stormby ~Ochiru
deviantID
Journal
No journal entries yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Asheville
- Interests: Reading, writing, music, science, math
- Favourite genre of music: Any and all except pop, hip-hop, and country
- Favourite poet or writer: Thoreau
- Favourite style of art: Any, really. I especially like the Impressionist movement in art and music
- Operating System: I want a Mac
- Personal Quote: I don't drink coffee to live. I live to drink coffee.
- Tools of the Trade: The pen and the pencil, scratching out their words on paper
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
by the way, your poetry is excellent, and I also love Thoreau ^-^
--
rainbow love.
"love the heart that hurts you but never hurts the heart that loves you."
--
[link] You know you want to click this!!!
And thanks for the complement
--
[link] You know you want to click this!!!
--
". . . And now for something completely different." [link]
--
". . . And now for something completely different." [link]
Previous Page12Next Page