Deathjob
My Wrists cut,
life force flows from me
my eyes... shut
I can't see, only hear
a scream! Love, are you near?
Look, if you can, im all wet!
I shiver, shock, cover myself... Red.
In death, I can't see. No longer hear,
why is it all so clear?
Don't cry! Or are you laughing now?
In hysteria those sound so alike! But not in death.
How?
In death, it is all clear
Death.
Quiet.
All hearing.
Peacefully cruel, forgiving.
Ever... lasting...
...Love
In death, truly yours.
Writing what I can't
I created this personal prison,
expected it to be hard…
It was a limitation from the start.
I could have done it normally,
but to truly express
what I feel within me,
I have to make a mess.
Follow my own laws
and let the words flow.
Create the pictures my mind draws
And I know…
…The words might not yet rhyme
But I know they will
In time
And then my hands lay still.
Happiness Manifest
Not allowing yourself happiness,
as a protection of being hurt,
is to deny yourself emotional growth
and the joy of living fully.
Accepting emotional pain and hardships
Into spiritual oneness as a result of natural flow of emotion,
will grand you the experience of realising happiness manifest within you…
Happiness Manifest
Not allowing yourself happiness,
as a protection of being hurt,
is to deny yourself emotional growth
and the joy of living fully.
Accepting emotional pain and hardships
Into spiritual oneness as a result of natural flow of emotion,
will grand you the experience of realising happiness manifest within you…
Writing what I can't
I created this personal prison,
expected it to be hard…
It was a limitation from the start.
I could have done it normally,
but to truly express
what I feel within me,
I have to make a mess.
Follow my own laws
and let the words flow.
Create the pictures my mind draws
And I know…
…The words might not yet rhyme
But I know they will
In time
And then my hands lay still.
Deathjob
My Wrists cut,
life force flows from me
my eyes... shut
I can't see, only hear
a scream! Love, are you near?
Look, if you can, im all wet!
I shiver, shock, cover myself... Red.
In death, I can't see. No longer hear,
why is it all so clear?
Don't cry! Or are you laughing now?
In hysteria those sound so alike! But not in death.
How?
In death, it is all clear
Death.
Quiet.
All hearing.
Peacefully cruel, forgiving.
Ever... lasting...
...Love
In death, truly yours.
As the glory fades ...
He quietly slips from under the sheets.
Change jingles as he buttons on his pants,
An obnoxious metallic clash sounds from his belt buckle,
And his partner stirs, then stills again.
He gathers his belongings; wallet, shoes, jacket,
Then sneaks hurriedly out the door,
Rushes down the long hall,
Anxious to be away.
Another night, another bar,
Another party, another girl,
Another shot, another touch,
Another glance, another kiss,
His seduction complete,
Another apartment room.
For just another night,
With just another girl.
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Right on spyed's page I posted the following message as reply to Kasuruman. (see the quote)
--[Kasuruman]--"This is from °jark. We haven't yet heard anything from $spyed Don't let your zealous support for °jark's cause delude your to believe that it is the only thing to be true. You can't honestly decide what is true until both parties have spoken out"
--[My reply]-- "Ah very true... thanks for reminding us why we are here... Why we are spamming spyed's page for days in a row: waiting for this site's CEO (and 'claiming to be founder') finally explain his actions and intentions for unwillingly and without propper notice removing an
To clarify what I have been advising EVERYONE NOT to do...on the 7th (as many times as possible)
DO NOT get a lot of people to Google Deviant art AND air their disenchantment also.
FOR EXAMPLE to Illustrate Search Engine 'Rankings'
In the case (Which I am not advising ANYONE to do )
"Deviant Art Artists Upset over firing of founder" Then what would happen is that each word in that request would be ranked by the search engine, and in turn the search engine would return deviant art links, initially, ONLY because Deviant Art is more highly ranked than "Artists upset"
If enough people Entered "Deviant Art" AND "Artists upset" Soon ALL keywor
So here I am... submitting poems in the hardest of times for DA and its people. I came back here a few days ago after years of inactiveness (although I have been occasionally visiting to check on art works) to find DA in confusion and uproar. I was at first planning to wait with submitting anything to see the outcome of 'project backstab', but upon reconsidering: Jark has asked us as a community in his journals to keep up the community and be DA untill something 'new' comes along or the matter is solved in an other way.
Herefore I will be submitting my writtings as they come from my hands, exept on yellowday ofcourse.
From drawing to writti