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emotions controlled selfish devotionslike the cowardly lion i only wish for courage
somewhat like the Tin man longing for heart
born to falter from the start
not a place to run too
no where to hide
time is too short for me to try and bide
lost in the motion
stuck in the middle of a metaphorical ocean
not the best of times these years of late
so much hatred placed upon this room of fate
where destinies collide
the only place for people like me to die
too sweet the treat locked behind closed doors
locked in the darkest of corners
can light ever prevail
shine on down to me
give me the answer and set me free
from this burden
my condition only too worsen
three flowers to be given
To Jump...To Jump…
Straps secured tightly, ankle-skin itches and burns.
Shuddered breath, beading bow and clammy palms, she stands.
Beneath her is a void of nothing – only air and breeze.
Ankles bound firm, she feels heavy.
Tears sting eyes, she thrusts herself forward – and falls...
Refusing to open clenched-shut eyes, they wind’s roar rings in her ears.
Speeding wind slaps face to shock her from fear – her eyes snap open.
The wind cuts aggressive, the ground looming close.
Is it too close? Is something wrong?
Fear chokes her, tears dry on her cheek, heart skips and thuds –
Then she accepts a moment of Fa
I feel corroded
I feel manupulated
I feel enraged
I feel used
red as the pounding heart
scaring flesh and skin
mist over the river
boats to the other side
Reaching out in to the realm
Unknown of what I may find
Complex structures to overwhelm
Systematic patterns of the mind
I grasp onto the never-ending
My eye opens up to a new dawn
The body suddenly begins to ring
I defragment into divine to spawn
I am at peace, I feel alive and I feel tall
All seems transparent and clear at last
You are I and I am you and we are all
And at last the cogs are winding fast
Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bac
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