If only angels looked upon our love,
But how they'd smile, giggling at us,
At this, though common, sighing from above;
Beauty's contained and found in all things just,
Delighting in the pomegranate's seed,
For you alone the meaning's not of lust,
For you, a mistress to your passion's need,
Admitting vulnerability,
Have taken comfort following in my lead.
Through moments of joy and uncertainty,
Euphoria and pain become our worlds,
And we revel or cry in commonality;
At night, unfettered, lie we both unfurled
In nylon, silk, and satin ecstasy,
As the master-mistress in our thoughts we're curled;
If only all life was such fantasy,
Journey Through the Unknown by sharkoftheday, literature
Literature
Journey Through the Unknown
what is this folly so carelessly knighted by
way of a thrusting of swords through the heart's vessels?
washing the hands of attendants in blood from wounds
openly spewing from fountains of youthfulness;
end of a figure transfers to another the
hopelessness cloaking all efforts for change men try
bringing to earth, which has changed but position in
space and in time as it looms from eternal rest;
trapped in expiring forms which in dirt will lie
evermore now and forever consumed by all
worms and all plants which will grow to contented die,
how can a soul ever dream to achieve the moon?
still it will come with all reason and thought
A warm breeze rushes from the sea
Fantastic in its multiple facets
Of grey, red, and blue,
of a dim light from the lighthouse
shining through the palpable fog,
The sun gleams with its last rays
Upon the ever-changing movement of waves
And patterns of tides reaching the ends of the world.
What of these waters?
Be they a peaceful lake
Wide, steady, and serene?
Or perhaps various rivers
Streamed hither and thither
In scattered uniformity?
Are there raging rapids, bright reflections
Evoking the greatest awe?!
None of this! Such matters are simplistic!
The scattered ocean, multi-faceted under the red sunset,
The crescent wanderer
It was a weary autumn night,
Fruitless trees were rustling
Complaints of undermined might,
A chill wind was blowing
Under the illuminated sky, lighted
By a place far from sight, close in mind;
"It could almost be daylight,"
She said, for we stood together,
And although we both knew
It was true
Of this lonesome autumn night,
I was silent, she was still;
I spoke, "If daylight it is,
Then let us enjoy it,"
A flash of black, she had turned
Towards me with a smile
Unfolding across her face
As a butterfly its wings;
Another blinding flash, she had turned,
Her face was sullen, as though in mourning,
She was in mourning over somet
In a land of wind and rain with
Skies of fire burning
Fiercely by the morning sun that
Rises to awaken
Souls, inspire minds to parting
From their worldly matters
Into this world's surreal imagery;
Skies of fire with lands
Of smoke and rain that intermingles
To create a misty haze,
Spreading over earthen
Soil, rock, mountain
Glowing in contrast with
The receding shadows,
Confused beams of light radiating
From mountains to the distance
'Tis the birth of a thought!
My thoughts are of nothing and everything
The distinction is irrelevant
Clarity
See the world as it is
An image, nothing more
Let the images blur
Into a single palpable form
Look past the creation
Fade into an abstraction
Enshroud the self in a surreal dream
Enter the mind
A world of wind and rain
With a blanket of sulfurous sands,
Of gusts unimaginable, stirring
A dense spire of leaves reaching the heavens
Every gust is an offering to the sky
As the sands flit and spark
In the unyielding tornado of the skies
Magnificence
A pillar of fire
A pyre proclaiming the birth of a thought
With a sky of fire and a land
Reflection of the Storm by sharkoftheday, literature
Literature
Reflection of the Storm
I stand in the still of an unnerving silence,
A world without motion
Sitting unconscious
As stones lasting through time
Guarding the secret of the past
To deteriorate only when it comes again
The enchantment of their incomprehensible treasure
To be released,
To become again what is
Apart from the intangible, unknowable void
Of what was and shall be;
In the undisturbed silence enclosing,
In a world without motion comes a glimpse
Into a secondary realm,
A reflection lasting
But seconds
Before dissipating
Under the treads of the inhabitants;
But in these fleeting sights
Is
Wandering streets by light's artifice,
Empty, the mute air broken by testimony in the distance,
The sound of specters, regions encompassed
By illusory thoughts, obstructed
With pillars of powerful mortality
Reaching for divinity's state,
(Within the mind of man)
To fund the drug of existence indefinite.
"Folly"
A voice speaks in slow tones, each letter a distinction,
The sound is lost but rings within, as a profound truth
It echoes to immeasurable depths in knowledge's abyss,
A ripple disturbing the amniotic fluid of the lake's womb,
Daring to affect all regions, to reach
Under the gloom of an overlying fog.
"How deep was the
The apparitional form with shadows cloaked
About as a thief voraciously stalking prey,
A wolf that roams the forest's furrows sulking,
Disturbing the pleasant dreams of sleeping fae;
A madness gleams from light between the brush
In wild eyes, reflects this demon's hull,
A shade, it stalks the victim beneath the hush
That fell upon the tenebrous earth, a minstrel
Proclaiming the deeds of dead and fallen souls
With quiet brooding, breathing life to fear,
The cursed fog to spread through streets, enclosing
The innocent without defense, to sear;
A hunter closes in, it strikes in rage;
Tonight there dies, a sacrifice, th
Fear is inevitable even in the calm;
A hard gush of air constantly presses against my back.
All panic is lost with the unconsciousness of time;
The presence of solid ground is but a foreign thought.
I see the pit fall away from me, yet i care not;
I have given up on the desire to hit bottom,
With the loss of all hope for reaching the unseen
I find no reason for why i continue falling
Ever deeper into the abyss.
I knew not what would be there
Upon stepping into the pit without bottom;
I only knew that it brought all that is serene.
POEM FROM ALTERNATE REALITY by sharkoftheday, literature
Literature
POEM FROM ALTERNATE REALITY
THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO LIFE THAN WHAT IS VISIBLE UNDER THE LIGHT,
THE EARTH IS FINITE
BUT EXISTENCE HAS NO BOUNDARIES;
TO KNOW THIS LIMITLESSNESS ONE MUST DWELL IN HIS THOUGHTS
OF INVISIBLE REALITIES,
BELIEVING THAT THE PALPABLE ARE NOT THE ONLY TRUTHS,
THAT TOUCH IS MERELY LESS DECIEVING PROOF
THAN SIGHT;
AND THAT THIS REGION IS NOT CONFINED
TO THE COLLECTIVE TERM OF SPIRITS.
Ah, I am up in serenity
Sitting and looking over a world molded from clay,
Such a magnificent fabrication that is so artfully molded,
But this is no reality of mine,
For the only reality is the spirits gleaming under the sun,
These spirits; if I were to fall they would catch me,
And enjoy the company of the foreigner.
Across this clay-molded world there crawl ants,
Ants that I know molded this reality that they live in,
These ants develop the land and repair whatever damage
That may be done by the more mischievous spirits;
So serene up here; the ants are busy down on their world,
And I feel sorry that they cannot join me
The seed...
The seed is a hope
It is a chance for something
Something greater than our understanding
The glory of a miracle;
But it is only a chance,
There is no guarantee in this miraculous action
As the seed is susceptible
To the equilibrium.
The plant...
The plant is the hope realized
It is the chance revealed in its favor,
It is young and eager to grow
To find its spot in the world,
And once there
It reaches for places anew
Anywhere that it can grow
Is claimed for developing
The flower...
The flower is the apotheotic form of beauty,
The result of time and efforts summation,
The presence of angels surrounds,
Fallen but never deceived,
Contorting thoughts and knowledge found,
With the wave of the hand they show the inconceived,
By the mind in its endless travels,
By the world that has not achieved,
When they speak, all knowledge becomes mere rabble,
Reason becomes a parasite and leaves.
Their ensorcelling voices ring through
The night, defeating the will; the soul yields
To the angels sophisms, becoming truth,
Abysmal eyes, growing ever deeper still;
Innocent faces evoking the vulnerable
Nature inside all; The semblance of a field
Disrupts all thought, but how is incomprehensible,
To the lustrous
Hopelessness is the hope of the Damned
Lamentations the cries of the Guilty
Justice is our cry
And justice is what we receive;
For all who have vied,
For all who have deceived.
Martyrdom is but futility
When its cause is without purpose,
There is all the more reason for humility
If the traits are nothing but curses.
Life and death are in equilibrium
As crimes of the past will warp the future,
But there is also nothing in the infinite beyond
That we merely fail to acknowledge in our present state.
Hopelessness is the hope of the damned,
Lamentations the pleas of the guilty,
None can know what they demand
When they think the wo
Shadows of the Tangible by sharkoftheday, literature
Literature
Shadows of the Tangible
Shadows of the tangible lying unfurled
In the dark; How serene! 'tis in this world,
Listening to the silence, watching the black night;
How pure of color from which many affright.
Fools! They shall never comprehend
That light could not exist without dark, so they never make amends;
None will ever actually see
Until they learn to fathom this darkness that is me;
Sitting in the shadows at my own will
Of the few am I whom understand the night and its chill.
An entrancing light appears,
A light that guides those without fear,
But its mystical rays deceive
The dual nature of appearance and belief;
Her light only shines when she is fa
Will you help me if I have fallen,
For today I have put my life to an end,
The souls I thought I would see are never there,
Not in this plane of darkness,
Whatever help I could have had when I was still alive is now denied,
The gatekeeper has never cared,
He walks by returning lamentations with scorn,
The worst of scorn that is achieved by showing complete ignorance
Towards us fallen souls,
Anyone who may notice me shows disheartening pity and walks away
In fear of becoming,
But you, I see you standing there everyday
Glancing at me with an emotionless expression,
From my dreams or memories I recall y
Laying before me, transparent it lies,
An object reflecting the depths of mine eyes,
Circular and always moving,
Its motion is but soothing,
As it rolls, Enchanting my eyes,
All cares forgotten by the mind,
I grasp it, steadying its movement,
The object presses smoothly;
Looking upon the object, 'tis a sphere!
Though solid glass, translucent and clear;
And although it was never ascertained
In my mind I knew its shape was not feigned.
With awe I viewed its simple perfection,
Eyes glistening to see my own reflection,
I cried at what I saw
With conflicting emotions I let my tears fall,
Anger, joy, contempt, grief, envy, longing!
Passion overwhelms me
As I am without another for my affection,
And, as if in response,
My mind draws upon its own false love for death
As if to parody or scorn the bonds of others,
To feign an end of solitude
While isolating me ever further.
I feel the fear seep throughout my soul,
As the lust grows ever stronger
And spite prevails,
As the perverse love and attraction
Encompasses my every desire
Tortures my every thought;
I walk in fear and anxiety
And pray for an end
To life and its troubles,
To every burden that I bear;
I know nothing of hope
And see nothing,
But what I envy most.
Oh cruel are the sentiments of others!
the sounds were quiet at first, with long silences in-between. she kept her head down on her sewing and thought some kids in the alley across the street were goofing off.
the sounds went on for three, four, five minutes, growing a little louder each time. it almost sounded like someone rapping on the walls.
she concentrated on her sewing.
suddenly a girl appeared in her doorway. "let's go see the fireworks!" she cried, with a grin. they hurried out the door into the comfort of the violet evening sky.
she followed the other girl down the sidewalks of 15th avenue, full of orange hazard signs and dark holes. the clear, cool summer air
Ripping apart the broken wounds,
Too impatient to let them bleed.
The decedance of the common man,
Not fake enough for you to believe.
[Chorus:]
Scars crying their final goodbye,
As they climb through the surface, awaiting to die.
Decieving their reason on the waking night,
Bleed through their essence for the final time.
Sworn to hate myself all the time,
By exile to the place of horrid silence.
Secrecy becoming my unwanted ally.
Don't know why I even tried this.
Scars crying their final goodbye,
As they climb through the surface, awaiting to die.
Decieving their reason on the waking night,
Bleed through their essence for the
I'm hopeless,
wandering through corridors
I've already wandered,
and thinking of changes
I've already pondered,
Hoping that maybe,
this time, the outcome would be different.
That I would not find myself,
trapped at a dead end,
that you'd give your heart to me,
and my own would mend.
But I've nothing left to give,
my insides left bare,
if it is not me you need,
Please, my heart do spare.
Don't tell me things you don't mean,
things you do not feel,
despite what you may have thought,
my heart is not steal
No longer will I wander,
through corridors I know,
love me completely,
or completely let me go.
She said she was tired
of this whole image war,
"The magazines
and the beauty queens,
All slaves to the masses"
He tried not to laugh
As she sang,
Another random song
As she trailed off
Falling asleep on the phone
She said she was tired
of feeling like this,
"The anxiety
and the complexity,"
She just needed to cry,
Then she would be fine
Then she would be okay
He tried not to interrupt
As she sang,
Another random song
As she ranted again
Long into the school-night
She said she was tired
of wasting her time with words,
"the "grammatically correct"
and the useless structure"
she just needed to sing
Another Random So
Wandering streets by light's artifice,
Empty, the mute air broken by testimony in the distance,
The sound of specters, regions encompassed
By illusory thoughts, obstructed
With pillars of powerful mortality
Reaching for divinity's state,
(Within the mind of man)
To fund the drug of existence indefinite.
"Folly"
A voice speaks in slow tones, each letter a distinction,
The sound is lost but rings within, as a profound truth
It echoes to immeasurable depths in knowledge's abyss,
A ripple disturbing the amniotic fluid of the lake's womb,
Daring to affect all regions, to reach
Under the gloom of an overlying fog.
"How deep was the
I tried coming back at the wrong time. I basically came back and saw jark was no longer an admin. I read of what was going on (I am a jark watcher so I read his "conspiracy theories" which he wrote after his removal). I found Jark's sentiments to be echoed by many others concerned with the state of DA (some of whom were conveniently removed). I left as soon as I came. Basically I think I now have the energy to leave DA be. Whether it was this bad beforehand (before jark was fired) I'm not sure, but I have seen how things have fallen apart since. Goodbye.
-Laura-
Return. I have not been around DA so there can be no feelings that everything has changed, but I know it must have. It is the ember of desire that brings me back, something continuing to glow and sparking at the slightest touch.
Anything I could say beyond this is nothing more than relating my life, but this was my intention. After all, as I know this place has changed, so have I.
Life as I have known it:
To start, whereas before I could write of love but never claim to have felt it, I can now say with a certain sense of satisfaction to have been in love, to have felt the bonding of souls and heart beating for two instead of one. On a Tues
Seeing that picture attracted me to your gallery in the first place. Its a beautiful rendering on the subject, but I just did not know what to say. My reaction was that it brought out the delicacy of the individual and subject and just looked as though they were nurturing this butterfly, their beauty.