adrift am i
on a dead calm sea
tattered are my sails
but with wit can i
remain calm at sea
inside a cageless jail
mayhaps i think the sun is getting to me
reddened my skin and i am desperate for drink
my hope is slowly passing of rescuers unknowing
where i am and how long ive been
truly it is beginning to look grim
and time would continue to pass and pass
as it always does
stagnant and boring and heartless and cruel
and slightly terrifying
the thought
alone until the end
and the end uncertain
curse that high reaching sun
it cast such a dark shadow
on all it cannot touch
yet wait
what was that?
a breeze perhaps?
very slightly at first
I stood in front of the window today
and saw a man staring back at me.
I scowled at him,
he scowled at me
and all I could think was why.
Why did he look at me
disgusted by what he saw
and judging me
through but a thin pane of glass.
Though he hadn't heard
what I had said,
could say,
will say.
I am more than just my looks, sir
and I guess the same about you.
But don't you judge me for what I've not done
and I will try not to judge you.
But he kept on scowling
his brow furled
his lips pressed tight
and wrinkled nose.
What could I say to him?
To tell him that I am good, I am whole
I am not the man he should be scowling at.
But he just stares and
Their business is going digital.
It was mandatory, for most digital corporations to install the workout program for their employees. Most of which were installed right at the worker's home, like mine. Some people had classy workout areas, dependent on their pay-grade, of course. Some really incredible designs have been made out of small areas in their homes. Or large ones.
It was good though, I believe. Good that people were smart enough to realize that when you are plugged in, you lose valuable muscle mass and circulatory functionality. But it's like a dream when you are in there. Way more lucid though. And you don't forget it after loggin
A tiny thread
was once with four
but now is only one
was thought to be
the only one
of which could overcome
but this tiny thread
does not yet see
the many weaves and wants within
so it stretches taut
and plucks itself
and sings its one note song
I tell you I am bad with words
(or at least when they are spoken).
Perhaps I need to write them down
Least my meaning become broken.
So I sit and think about the feelings
That are shifting in my heart,
And wonder how to put it down;
Searching for a start.
I guess the best way to begin
(And tell me if I'm wrong),
Is not to let it stew within
And be tortured by it's song.
It really does sing, you know,
It sings a vicious tune.
Like sirens of the older myths
Or like howling at the moon.
It moves up from my chest
(Though it is not very subtle).
It builds into a burning mess,
And my brain begins to muddle.
I find myself distrac
This time it wasn't my fault.
I've swore never to repeat
Excuse or openly reject my flaws,
Yet somehow I have found myself
Being pushed.
Leaned on heavily
Altering my center
And falling from the tightrope.
There was a net this time,
thank god,
But that fear stays.
It twists my stomach and knots my heart.
Ever present less I refrain from
Inching so close to the edge next time.
And it's funny, really,
Thinking on it.
What I got to see.
Mere crackles
From the fire
Held in iron claws
In a fading brick prison.
It does seem weak now
That I look closer.
A snapping blue tongue
That desperately saps
The remaining life from the
Give it up for humanity
Let us hear your words
That spill like oil
Thick and rich that burns and smokes
Seeping through fingers, it pounds
Drumming in your ears.
Give it up for yourself
Your heart of twine
Wrapping and stretching and winding about
Without end and without doubt
And though it feels to taught to take
It will everlast ever-so evenheartedly
And you can find your one.
Your only one.
Yourself.
They say life is like a carousel
that goes spinning round and round.
But what kind of carousel
will kick you to the ground?
It has its up and downs, sure
and you can choose which horse to ride;
yet only spinning in one direction
you cannot weave from side to side.
I prefer the bumper cars,
although I smash into the wall;
bound by the limited space
in a manic free-for-all.
but life is not a carnival ride
that can be paid for with a ticket.
And all of you who like this metaphor,
I can tell you where to stick it.
;P
"Back for the Lunar Festival, Dain?"
"Emmairi... you.." Ser Dain's voice was monstrous, his shoulders hung low and his dark hair covered his eyes, leaving his tear-stained cheeks and teeth showing.
"Oh come now, Dain," Emmairi's delivery seemed sincere, "You almost broke me when you screamed, 'show yourself'!"
Emmairi laughed; everyone else was silent. Ser Dain, still catching his breath, frowned at the Shade. His hand throbbed as it bled. "Gods damn you, Em... You're going to take it too far one of these days. If it was any earlier in the day, I could have stabbed you."
"Ha," Emmairi smirked, "You keep telling yourself that Warden, if it
adrift am i
on a dead calm sea
tattered are my sails
but with wit can i
remain calm at sea
inside a cageless jail
mayhaps i think the sun is getting to me
reddened my skin and i am desperate for drink
my hope is slowly passing of rescuers unknowing
where i am and how long ive been
truly it is beginning to look grim
and time would continue to pass and pass
as it always does
stagnant and boring and heartless and cruel
and slightly terrifying
the thought
alone until the end
and the end uncertain
curse that high reaching sun
it cast such a dark shadow
on all it cannot touch
yet wait
what was that?
a breeze perhaps?
very slightly at first
I stood in front of the window today
and saw a man staring back at me.
I scowled at him,
he scowled at me
and all I could think was why.
Why did he look at me
disgusted by what he saw
and judging me
through but a thin pane of glass.
Though he hadn't heard
what I had said,
could say,
will say.
I am more than just my looks, sir
and I guess the same about you.
But don't you judge me for what I've not done
and I will try not to judge you.
But he kept on scowling
his brow furled
his lips pressed tight
and wrinkled nose.
What could I say to him?
To tell him that I am good, I am whole
I am not the man he should be scowling at.
But he just stares and
Their business is going digital.
It was mandatory, for most digital corporations to install the workout program for their employees. Most of which were installed right at the worker's home, like mine. Some people had classy workout areas, dependent on their pay-grade, of course. Some really incredible designs have been made out of small areas in their homes. Or large ones.
It was good though, I believe. Good that people were smart enough to realize that when you are plugged in, you lose valuable muscle mass and circulatory functionality. But it's like a dream when you are in there. Way more lucid though. And you don't forget it after loggin
A tiny thread
was once with four
but now is only one
was thought to be
the only one
of which could overcome
but this tiny thread
does not yet see
the many weaves and wants within
so it stretches taut
and plucks itself
and sings its one note song
I tell you I am bad with words
(or at least when they are spoken).
Perhaps I need to write them down
Least my meaning become broken.
So I sit and think about the feelings
That are shifting in my heart,
And wonder how to put it down;
Searching for a start.
I guess the best way to begin
(And tell me if I'm wrong),
Is not to let it stew within
And be tortured by it's song.
It really does sing, you know,
It sings a vicious tune.
Like sirens of the older myths
Or like howling at the moon.
It moves up from my chest
(Though it is not very subtle).
It builds into a burning mess,
And my brain begins to muddle.
I find myself distrac
This time it wasn't my fault.
I've swore never to repeat
Excuse or openly reject my flaws,
Yet somehow I have found myself
Being pushed.
Leaned on heavily
Altering my center
And falling from the tightrope.
There was a net this time,
thank god,
But that fear stays.
It twists my stomach and knots my heart.
Ever present less I refrain from
Inching so close to the edge next time.
And it's funny, really,
Thinking on it.
What I got to see.
Mere crackles
From the fire
Held in iron claws
In a fading brick prison.
It does seem weak now
That I look closer.
A snapping blue tongue
That desperately saps
The remaining life from the
Give it up for humanity
Let us hear your words
That spill like oil
Thick and rich that burns and smokes
Seeping through fingers, it pounds
Drumming in your ears.
Give it up for yourself
Your heart of twine
Wrapping and stretching and winding about
Without end and without doubt
And though it feels to taught to take
It will everlast ever-so evenheartedly
And you can find your one.
Your only one.
Yourself.
They say life is like a carousel
that goes spinning round and round.
But what kind of carousel
will kick you to the ground?
It has its up and downs, sure
and you can choose which horse to ride;
yet only spinning in one direction
you cannot weave from side to side.
I prefer the bumper cars,
although I smash into the wall;
bound by the limited space
in a manic free-for-all.
but life is not a carnival ride
that can be paid for with a ticket.
And all of you who like this metaphor,
I can tell you where to stick it.
;P
"Back for the Lunar Festival, Dain?"
"Emmairi... you.." Ser Dain's voice was monstrous, his shoulders hung low and his dark hair covered his eyes, leaving his tear-stained cheeks and teeth showing.
"Oh come now, Dain," Emmairi's delivery seemed sincere, "You almost broke me when you screamed, 'show yourself'!"
Emmairi laughed; everyone else was silent. Ser Dain, still catching his breath, frowned at the Shade. His hand throbbed as it bled. "Gods damn you, Em... You're going to take it too far one of these days. If it was any earlier in the day, I could have stabbed you."
"Ha," Emmairi smirked, "You keep telling yourself that Warden, if it
Defining The Dot
In the bowels of a city
believe it or not
a committee is sitting
defining the dot
"At the end of a sentence
what have we got?"
They ask as they sit there
defining the dot
"It's not quite a line
it's not quite a spot"
"A dimension will help in
defining this dot"
"It's not quite a line
that much is true
It's more like a line
that's been cloven in two"
"Not just in two though
much more than that
It's almost as though
a line is too FAT"
"So, let's shave it a little"
"We're not finished yet"
"Let's prod it and squash it
and see what we get!"
When they were happy
delighted, in fact
they decided to name
"This is The World, and I have this to say
If you would kindly give me room to ask
I hear that you have fixed my final day
It's on this point I take you all to task"
"It would appear that I have double-booked
And Death and Pestilence cannot now be there
It is a point I must have over-looked
With War and Famine breeding everywhere"
"It is on bended knee that I implore
Can we re-schedule to another day?
My diary says of free days I have four
Two days in April, two days the end of May"
"P.S. to close, there is just one thing more
Kindly feed the horses, there will be four"
Current Residence: Portland, OR Favourite genre of music: Electronica, Classic Rock Favourite photographer: Rase Littlefield Favourite style of art: Theatre, Film Operating System: PC MP3 player of choice: iPhone Shell of choice: Ghost in the Shell Favourite cartoon character: Brock Sampson Personal Quote: Do or do not; There is no Try
Updated a new poem I just wrote. It's, uhhh, a little emotional. Not like whiny or anything...just.... well...just read it.
Soundsmith fans, I know I went AWOL and I am sorry. Dain's story is being altered just a bit and we are gunna start a little bit later in his life I think. HOWEVER, experience brings badassery and said badassery shall be quite enjoyable :D
Ok, that's all.
Hey y'all,
No real updates with my work, it's hard to be broke and penniless :(
Also I have been doing a lot more revising than original work. But the first Act of Soundsmith is almost a completely new story! And much longer... so perhaps I won't be able to post those but print them to be sold :D
Anyway, I guess what this update is about is the band Pretty Lights
all free to download music, http://www.prettylightsmusic.com/
All of their albums and some life videos are available for the downloadz
House DJ music, hiphop elements, but in all the best videogame music ever.
ok bubye
Clicked on random deviant and it sent me to you! Just passing by and flipping through other deviant's work, looking for inspiration. I write primarily non-melodramatic free verse poetry, something that I hope even people who aren't lit fanatics can enjoy. Just in case you're interested Hey, another Oregonian!
Haha, nice nice. I have a few poems here on DA as well as a short that is in the process of being turned into a novel. Check out my Virgin Sacrifice poem, I feel it is the most complete work i have on here hahaha.
been doing good lately. Living in Portland, Oregon now and life is doing some crazy things. I hope to get some free time to write a little more but its so crazzzzzzy