|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
DoppelgangerI stopped and stared. Arms barred my way and hands clung to my clothes and hair, tearing and pulling me away. It did not matter. At that moment, I was immovable, petrified by the eerie sight of her, the other one, the one who haunted my dreams and my thoughts and my ear, whispering sly thoughts. The one who haunted my mirror. She slowly turned and our gazes collided, neither willing to give. With the same slow control, she stretched open her lips, baring blindingly white teeth and perfect lips.
DystopiaJuly 5 Anno Domini 1535
Tower of London, Greenwich, England
The torches flicker.
It is cold in this godforsaken cell. It is an imperfectly cubic room, devoid of comfort; the hard stones are damp and leech all warmth from the room. Thin slivers of moonlight leak through the bars of the window and pool on the uneven floor.
In the corner, a man waits solemnly. Sleep escapes his grasp tonight. The dull clink of chains echo back from the stone walls, mocking him as he contemplates the events that had resulted in his current situation.
11 years. 11 years of trust and friendship. 3 years as a constant fixture at His right hand.
Through all His trials, he had remained by His side; they had laughed together, broken bread together, and argued with one another, as only the closest of brothers can. Only this time, it was no simple quarrel. The careful foundation that they had built together—all of it had crumbled and been destroyed. And for what? A woman? A woman, who had single-handedly bew
FallingSomething is choking me. I find my eyelids plastered to my face, unable to wake up and all I can feel is cold, cold, cold. I swear the fearful sweat that beads out on to my skin freezes in its tracks. I can feel the frost clinging to my face and to my arms.
My senses abruptly flicker on as I fight the heavy blanket of oblivion and I can feel; I can feel the wind rushing past me, I can feel gravity pulling on me—I can remember falling.
Survival instinct kicks in. Wake up, dammit.
Gasp. Deep breaths. Dry heaving.
I wrench my eyelids open just in time to see the ground rushing up at me.
Floating“Wake up. Wake up. Wakeupwakeupwakeup wake uuuuup!”
I groaned and rolled onto my side, stubbornly sandwiching my face between my pillow and the mattress.
“Realtaaaaa. Wake uuuuuuuup.” A slight dip in the mattress was the only warning before I felt a cool prickle running along my back where my shirt had ridden up.
I scrambled up in a tangle of blankets and limbs, protesting, “Alright, alright I’m getting up!” I squinted through the faint light leaking through my blinds and jumped on my brother, pinning him to the mattress and tickling as he struggled, shrieking with laughter all the while.
“Someone has too much time on their hands, huh? Why don’t you help me clean up whatever it was that you spilled on my back?”
“What are you—ahahahaha don’t do that! What are you talking about?” he asked breathlessly.
“Oh, you know exactly what you did,” I growled, “you threw grass at me again, d
Conscious, UnconsciousShe’s walking along the dark corridor with one hand against the wall and the other clutching tightly to the remains of memories. She doesn’t know where she is, or how she got there, or where she is going; all she knows is that there is something that she’s reaching toward, something that pulls her forward with the haunting aura of inexorable fate.
And empty silence awaits her. Subtle fingers crawl up the back of her neck and tug at her choppy locks, but she can’t tell if they are pulling her away or toward the direction that she is walking in. And her legs keep walking forward one step at a time: left, right, left, right; only she doesn’t walk as much as she limps.
She suddenly becomes aware of a sticky mess clinging to her legs and she looks down. She realizes how illogical her actions are—it’s dark. Too dark. But when she looks down, she can see them, the mass of regrets and shame groping mindlessly at her and refusing to let go. Another whis
A Harmless PetThey stared with abject horror at the opening in the wall.
"Papa... I don't think there’s supposed to be a hole there,” Suzie whimpered from behind the shelter of her father’s knees. Her hand trembled as she clutched at his shirt for comfort, her other hand held up to her face as she chewed her thumb nervously.
“I don’t think so either, sweetie. I also don’t think Mittens is supposed to breathe fire.”
The cat in question was currently curled up peacefully on the fireplace mantle, looking for all the world as if it were just another ordinary afternoon. It nonchalantly licked its paws in what would have been an innocent motion were it not for the incriminating ash clinging to white fur.
Suzie found herself abruptly shoved backwards by her father, startled by Mittens’ jumping down from the mantle. It—he refused to acknowledge the cat as anything other than an alien entity; it breathed fire for god’s sake—landed grace
She stood gracefully and walked swiftly away from the table, chair squeaking in protest as it scraped against the hardwood floors. The buzz of the cafe noise faded into the background.
Tap. Tap. Tap. -- he counted them, the familiar rhythm of her bright red stilettos -- 14. Then -- the jingle of the chimes, giggling like a mischievous child. He sat immobile and counted. 1. 2. 3. The number of people who coughed. 7 -- glasses clinking at the back. He counted his breathing -- in, out, in, out. It was normal.
Calmed by the regularity of the surroundings, each accounted for, he blinked, and the table came back into focus. She had left a few coins carelessly scattered across the polished surface and haphazardly strewn around her lipstick-stained cup.
Abandoned on the tabletop remained a crumpled coffee-stained napkin. With hands that didn't even tremble, he slowly disentangled one of his hands from the other and picked up the napkin gingerly, as if it w
The ghost of your music (postcard letter)
It's been two months, three weeks, and a night since you died. Every day I wake up, only to reach out to your side of the bed and feel nothing but cold sheets. Every time, a huge wall hits me and I close my eyes again, only to be dragged out by whoever is in the house at the moment--there is a never-ending guard rotation, it seems, to keep me alive. My parents, our friends, even the cat, all seem to look at me with disapproval. I know it's time to move on, I really do know; but what the mind knows, the heart never listens to. Ever. That's one of the reasons I married you, quite frankly.
The days on which I have the strength to get up by myself are bleak. When I walk around the house, every little object seems to remind me of you. I hear the sound of your soft footsteps dancing through the lonely corridors, and sometimes I follow--sometimes I don't. Most days I languish on the living room couch, staring at the piano. I still remember the day we b
Goodbyehello & goodbye said the spider to the fly
in much the same way our time has gone by
quick as a flash years have passed
swallowed up by some unseen mass
yet lingering behind on the tenuous web
a sea of memories with flow and ebb
lies, a treasure chest of thoughts memorable
these past five years have been most enjoyable
J'ecoute vibrer cet invisible.J’écoute vibrer cet invisible.
Invisible et secret, cette voie vers le cœur.
J’entends vos ailes en frémissement d’un ange.
C’était l’hier où vous étiez encore aux langes,…
Et puis, les mains au ciel, vous guettiez le bonheur.
Les cordes tressent le destin en transparence
Où Dieu n’est que ce salaud qui n’est jamais là
Quand l’enfant souffre en son être, et bien au-delà;
Dieu n’intervient pas, même pour les apparences.
Dieu ne fut jamais que rumeur venue de loin
Qui pourrissait le beau, l’amour et le sublime.
Un Dieu crucifié n’est jamais qu’une victime
De celui qui l’abandonne en père et moins.
Demain je me marie,… mon frère s’est noyé,
C’était le mois d’avant qui gonflait la rivière.
Tu es belle mon cœur et tu es ma prière.
Peut-être le destin s’était-il fourvoy
Nothing LeftMy chest is burning, burning, burning.
My lungs are turning blue.
My vision's blurred, all color gone,
But still I swim for you.
You're worse off. You need my help.
But still you swim away.
And so I swim into the Night,
Abandoning the Day.
I'm getting slower. Slower.. Slower...
You seem to increase speed.
And so I fight to follow you,
And give the help you need.
You don't look back, despite my call.
You can't hear my silent scream.
I feel my body start to fail,
And watch you swim upstream.
My lungs are dying, dying, dying.
I desperately need air.
Although I know it's killing me,
I cannot help but care.
I keep fighting, but you won't stop,
You seem to like the pain.
And here I die, and start to fly,
Before I could explain.
I'm slowly flying, flying, flying,
Up toward the light of Day.
The water's gone, the air is sweet,
But I wanted to stay.
I tried with all I could to help,
Compassion's my Achilles heel.
I lost myself trying to rescue you,
And prove the danger's real.
My heart is singi
The FairyShe stands beneath the willow tree
With wings of darkest forest green
A fairy new having just born
For she has died the day before
The wind blows gently at her feet
The crescent moon lights up the street
Hovering gently by the wall
She is invisible to all
A Thank You to the Past GenerationsThough limbs go frail and senses start to fade,
As time keeps marching on relentlessly;
Despite the fact that memories are frayed,
There’s sometimes still a well of history;
Not quite as sharp or strong as in their youth,
But disregarded not should be their speech;
With values of respect, hard work and truth,
Pay attention – they may have more to teach;
The world we live in moves at such a pace,
That sometimes it is nice to slow back down;
Though to the future we will always face,
It never hurt to stop and look around:
To those who came before let’s give a cheer,
If not for them we’d not even be here
In The CaveIn the great cave of color
Hidden out by the sea
You'll find not another
In this ocean of green
2 flowers grow
And a blue skull grins
They live there alone
The rocks have them pinned
And the cave walls glow dim
Like a rainbow near out
But in this cave so dim
It will never die down
Star ShineWalking on a beach, you can feel like
A single grain of sand or a fish
In a shoal in the vast blue ocean
And you might walk until the sun dips
Toward the horizon and wonder
What is even the point of it all?
‘There are over seven billion
People and most will be forgotten
Myself included’ you might well think
But before you turn back to go home
For a moment look up at the sky.
There are billions of stars up there
They light up a little patch of space
And although all of them look the same
They’re still wished on like they are special
Whenever you feel like you’re nothing
Important, look up at the night sky
And try to make your bit of space shine
The Stripes of the TigerEach tiger’s stripes are different
Each leopard spots are unique
Though they may look similar
Each and all of them vary
It’s just the same with people
For no two are quite the same
Each one of us is special
Even if we share a name
Imagine the sheer dullness
If we did all look alike?
Endless rows of greyed out blobs
With the world in black and white
Every tiger does have stripes
Every leopard does have spots
And all of them are hunters
But identical they’re not
There’s lots of us with brown eyes
And a lot with green or blue
Others may share your nose shape
But still none of them are you
So next time you feel as if
You’re just a face in the crowd
Think of the mighty tiger
And you’re bound to feel more proud
Grab the FutureGo and grab the future, for it belongs to you
Only you can make it, do what you want to do
Tomorrow is a blank slate, try to wipe it clean
It’s time to show the next act, time to set the scene
Perhaps you can be better, than what came before
Start making an improvement, achieve so much more
The past will surely crumble, dust turning to dust
Turn towards a brighter future, now we all must
Life is a mountain where you only reach the top
When you feel like it’s enough, and decide to stop
Who knows what’s at the summit, if you go that far
Perhaps it is a place where you can touch the stars
Eternity BeginsAs you flip through the book of my life you will see,
That not every part is sparkling clean,
Though I look like a good girl,
I'm corrupted within,
Because even the good ones are chock full of sin.
From the moment I came onto Earth it was destiny,
All of my wrong doings lay out in front of me.
In a catalog,
Were the sins I wanted to be,
Rating from "This one feels good!" to "That's best for me!"
I ran on pure happiness mixed with adrenaline,
Living without my sin stunk in comparison!
But as the days wore on I felt a slight change,
All of my emotions were then rearranged.
I suddenly realized it felt worse to wallow,
Wherever I went my sin surely followed.
I lived in the darkness and stumbled around,
I had no hope that I'd ever,
I tried to keep going but eventually stopped,
I sat on the ground and let the sin drop,
On my head so it soaked me in eternal rain,
Nobody was coming to get me again.
I had not a soft or bright comfort to turn to,
I had no hope I'd get out
Away, away, sailing away,
alone on a wide wide sea;
Drifting, floating on a white cloud plain--
not a thing in sight but me
A mindless breeze, a silent whoosh,
propels the ship ahead,
in the distance, a faint line forms,
a line up of the dead.
Where are you going? I question,
Why am I left behind?
Do not worry, your time will come,
came the disembodied reply.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
Keep in Touch!