We work together
Not like peas in a pod
But like sunbeams on water
And everything sinks to the bottom
to the girl with the razors in her back pocket,stop. turn around. i understand you,to the girl with the razors in her back pocket, by haphazardmelody
and i understand the sadness
entrenched in your bones. i understand
the late nights spent in anxious prayer
to the towels, to the creaky floorboard
just outside your parents' room, to the sink
that stains too easily. i understand
the catastrophic glances that people throw you
when you open your mouth and try
to belong. i understand the intense moments
spent in dressing rooms splicing together outfits
that will gracefully sweep past tally-marked wrists and ankles
and hopefully make sense in the dead of summer.
i understand the nights that you carve the emptiness
onto the razor and wonder if it wouldn't be better
to just die tonight instead. no one can be angry...
or disappointed...or judgmental...or sympathetic (because
sometimes forced empathy is the worst)...when you
no longer exist. it just stops. and anything
has to be better than this.
well, you're right about one thing. it does
get better. and not in that corny way
people tell you. you won't se
LostI am never still.Lost by haphazardmelody
My toes dance earth,
my hips balance water,
my hands peel negative space -
I am your least favorite
time of day. You drape
my hands with your palms,
reel my hips to your elbows,
cage my toes to yours; you are
my favorite time of day. I am
not river, I am not smoke,
I am not spliced clay. I am
simply lost; come with me.
Guest BookSignaturesGuest Book by haphazardmelody
frantically crowd the happy couple
adorned with purple smiles
and silver fingers,
edged in oak,
suspended in white.
ColeYou told me onceCole by haphazardmelody
that when I publish my first
book of poetry [you never
said if - I suppose you save
your optimism for me], you will
be first in line to buy it. I
sat on my side of the computer screen,
grinning shyly and trying
to remember how to take
a compliment. You sat on yours
and tried to remember how
to want to live. I think
you are still trying. You no longer
pulse the rainbow through
your timid veins, instead settling
to grin your skin in the way
you never can anymore. Perhaps one day,
the thousand saints in your soul
will finally sing alone.
i don't know what to doyou kissed me tonight.i don't know what to do by anobrain
you kissed me tonight and
we slurred our good for nothing
regrets into each others ears
for way over an hour,
and i know i'm tethered to
you and you realise
that i can't help that but i
am tethered to you in ways
that are not ethical, in ways
which i definitely should
but i am, and i am so sorry
sometimes i like to convince
myself that i want nothing
more than for everything to
be erased between us,
so that we could just move
on or even just start anew,
but you know that i
masochistically adore the
history we have. i could
sit and write textbooks
on our text messages alone,
point evidence explain
every single word you say
i swear that the universe
is always trying to pull us
apart by the seams,
but there are fairy tales hidden
beneath the remorseful
whispers of our intoxicated
tongues, and i don't want to
leave a single story untold
(12) handpicked: brevity here is a journal page for pieces of art that might inspire you the way they inspire me.(12) handpicked: brevity by cristinewakesuphappy
thank you for taking the time to bask in their beauty.
(11) handpicked: coffee or tea?
for your most pieces of art, write me a note or link me to your own creations.
i might have been missing out on them and i would appreciate that you share them with me.
p.s. oh, i use these sweet bits freely and frequently (thanks to their makers):�
dA love for everyone! #86dA love for everyone! #86 by lintu47
As the title suggests, this news article’s goal is to spread the dA love into everyone’s heart! You will find here a little bit of everything, from awesome interviews with talented artists, art features, group promotion to random deviants' features. I hope you will find this informative and entertaining!
Interviewed artist: dustycrosley :icondustycrosley:
Tell us what defines you as a person.
I would say I am optimistic to a fault. I know this is a terrible cliche, but my glass is always half full. I do not live with regret or anxiety of the future. I live in the present.
How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
I stumbled upon dA in 2005 whe
it has what it isn'tit has what it isn’t (in existence/she)it has what it isn't by chromeantennae
mark eleven days after valentine’s.
the time in which two separate entities intertwined.
a connection was made with a soul…
whose spirit looked like mine.
maybe we had connecting bloodlines in a past life,
but something higher caused us to cross paths (Perhaps, again).
how I long to have her gifts, to have my pen create air personified.
imagine wisps of her spirit floating around every line of poetic ingenuity.
she screams, she cries, she sings, she dances, she smiles.
she’s spiritual, the stories she shares are cloudy, atmospheric;
heart-breaking and tear-inducing; yet angelic, ethereal, effervescent.
I…she can’t exist. poetry in human form doesn’t exist.
angels…without wings walk this earth? is it truly possible?
is it possible she has what we don’t?
that she can possibly be in existence?
how do her whispers sound so loud?
how can she say so much with so l
Maya Angelou and what enduresA tribute to Maya Angelou, and the legacy that endures in her passing. For all those who have been inspired by her presence and her forbearance, by her passion and her strength, a tribute to her spirit.