aching, breaking
the already
shattered glass.
shaking
quake of breath
lingering dust
just
like this
ashtray
crash
if you
may.
abyss of solitude
deafblinddumb
numb
apocalypse of faith
nearing the cave
shelter
i crave
safe & sound
rumor the lost
have been found
spin
me
around.
caricature i lost
indecent transaction
fraction
my numbers
divide this by
two
calculation of
truth
& lies
toothfairy
was mistaken
for
fireflies
lost in the
night
shhhh... sleep tight.
let go and hold
on.
not for long
please -
just remember
the wrong...
always forgetting
the right.
aching, breaking
the already
shattered glass.
shaking
quake of breath
lingering dust
just
like this
ashtray
crash
if you
may.
abyss of solitude
deafblinddumb
numb
apocalypse of faith
nearing the cave
shelter
i crave
safe & sound
rumor the lost
have been found
spin
me
around.
caricature i lost
indecent transaction
fraction
my numbers
divide this by
two
calculation of
truth
& lies
toothfairy
was mistaken
for
fireflies
lost in the
night
shhhh... sleep tight.
let go and hold
on.
not for long
please -
just remember
the wrong...
always forgetting
the right.
Feed The Phantom by rider-on-the-storm, literature
Literature
Feed The Phantom
my mind is sore
wrought up from thought
in caverns once drowned
now, spill into my dreams.
many hours wade in sight
of nights lost from sleep,
with your phantom permanent
and unchanged on the border
of my skull.
a pale reflection befalls
these still, murky tributes,
hungry and haunting.
they pull like the tides;
rolling nostalgia over me.
i cloister in memorial
and recall pearly ganders-
the siren’s mellifluous thievery
and an absence of essence
from my chest, immixid the wreck.
my albatross sways and sinks me under
another round of iridescent gallows
as a hush awakens me about my neck;
i see nothing at first,
then eve
Silence can be heard,
In small towns,
At late night,
When someone frowns.
But when is there silence,
When a voice can be heard,
In your head constantly chatting,
Like an annoying bird?
A voice as small as the breeze,
Floats past ears with the greatest of ease.
A voice as deep as the sea,
Makes you feel mellow and free.
But whatever happened,
To that voice in the back,
That screamed for attention,
But instead got lack?
A voice you neglect,
The one of patience,
Of slowing down and resting,
That let go of frustrations?
A voice you push aside,
That understands,
That loves,
That doesn't reprimand?
A voice so easily forgotte
The Beauty of a Rainbow by Ami Beth Cross by skatingami, literature
Literature
The Beauty of a Rainbow by Ami Beth Cross
I've been a mother for fifteen years and it just dawned on me the other day that my actions and reactions have a compound affect on my children. Starring into my daughters eyes has solidified this fact even more concrete as her eyes of blue ocean wonder watch my every move. I put her in her bouncy seat in the bathroom with me as I get ready...and her eyes study my every move. I remember this with my own mother, watching her in awe as a young girl. I can remember as clear as day the feelings of astonishment watching her transform into a goddess. My mother is and will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, inside and out.
Okay... long time has passed, I am obviously not much of a dA girl anymore. Full time student with a bitsy toddler and another on the way - life is busy! I hope all and everyone is well, maybe I will find time to be engaged here again one day :) I do check in from time to time, but it is different. Love to you all, keep making great art!
OH lordy, life is nuts! I really do miss being here on dA, i actually made myself do my new submission, it is just so hard with a tiny tot to have any time at all. I hope to get into the mood, i searched and searched for a bunch of stock that inspired me, finally made myself just WRITE, a lot of crap came out but i am pretty happy with this one so i hope you like as well. It hopefully can transcend to anyone at all in a relationship. ANYWAYS. I am going to have quite the hectic summer, but i do hope to get on here and submit every once and a while. LOve to you all, i REALLY hope to be able to browse, relax, read and view you all on here, i
It's all good, Phoenix just didn't do it for me. My girls are in school this year, last year I did homeschool and because of that I have a very sincere appreciation for teachers. I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong... if life permitted I would still be doing it but sometimes things just decide for you.