She lies on the bed, and he stands by the window overlooking the beach, watching the waves crash against the rocky shoreline, chipping away at them bit by bit. Nothing happened this time either..., she wonders to herself, wonders why she has allowed herself to become so involved, with someone so different from her. At first it was the thrill of the chase, she playing hard to-get, he always appearing out of the blue with roses, or chocolates, the most cliché of gifts.
But he was far from stereotypical. He wasn't cliché. She longs for him, to hold him tight against her, to ascertain that he is after all real, and not a delusion of he
There can only be one,
and hence s/he is the ruler
of none.
Master and Commander of his/her person,
holding firm
when the tide sweeps in,
and whispers
"Where have you been?"
And as his/her eyes shine
with tears,
all the fears dwelt upon
dissolve
into the rising tide.
A body floats
upon the silent sea
and the rule of none,
is now free.
I seek the Tigress,
yet I am her prey,
and so tame.
I hope,
that she will stay
her heavy paws
and play with me,
in oh so many ways.
Yet I know,
that I ought not
trust her so...
For at any moment,
she can commence my torment
and then devour me whole.
My Muse
My muse sits on my shoulder,
a fragile fairy,
she whispers in my ear,
I write without peer.
I love her.
My muse stands on my shoulder,
we are older and bolder,
adventuring beyond defined boundaries,
me toiling in the hot foundries of thought,
she speaking seductively in my ear,
hands cool against my face.
My muse clings to the side
of my face,
there is no trace
of her former grace.
It's been obliterated.
A fat brown leech,
which can only screech
into my ear.
Feeding on whats left of my mind,
returning nothing in kind !
The screaming bitch,
the wailing witch,
and I
will die now.
Yet I still love her.
Everything is deathly silent,
water dripping from taps,
bulbs flicker under
the maps
of the human body.
Enters our protagonist,
who doubts he'll be sorely missed
by society.
Lank, dark hair,
frames round glasses,
which some say
marred his life
and/or
his prospects at getting a future wife.
Dons his not-so-white labcoat,
using his pale, elegant, slender hands.
Tools of the trade.
He was always afraid
of them.
But not now.
For in the depths of his
suffocated (by society)
heart,
blossoms a flower,
ever so tender.
Ignite the Bunsen !
Let rip with the gas !
Prep the tolouene,
nitrate thrice,
don't forget to add some
We stand,
at the brink,
shout out
"Anyone there?"
We kneel,
at the brink,
listening attentively.
(Hi I'm over here).
We peek,
over the brink,
into the black chasm.
(Pleased to meet you).
We teeter,
cling to the brink,
red eyes watching us.
(Take my hand).
We fall,
abandoning the brink,
for the dark chasm
(It's safer here).
I am the shadow in the doorway,
standing there
still,
watching your every move.
I am the cause of the
footsteps behind you,
rebounding off the walls
of dark, dank alleys.
I am the inecessant ringing
of your phone
at three in the morning,
the noisy breaths,
when you ask,
"who's there?"
I am all around you,
following your every move,
through real and virtual
eyes.
(I don't know why I do it,
no reason required,
my dear.)
I am standing beside you,
reaching out,
you're so close,
seeming so divine.
You turn,
your smile,
rips through your face.
(Crimson lips,
splattered with blood)
I am lost,
in a sea of insanity,
bou
She lies on the bed, and he stands by the window overlooking the beach, watching the waves crash against the rocky shoreline, chipping away at them bit by bit. Nothing happened this time either..., she wonders to herself, wonders why she has allowed herself to become so involved, with someone so different from her. At first it was the thrill of the chase, she playing hard to-get, he always appearing out of the blue with roses, or chocolates, the most cliché of gifts.
But he was far from stereotypical. He wasn't cliché. She longs for him, to hold him tight against her, to ascertain that he is after all real, and not a delusion of he
There can only be one,
and hence s/he is the ruler
of none.
Master and Commander of his/her person,
holding firm
when the tide sweeps in,
and whispers
"Where have you been?"
And as his/her eyes shine
with tears,
all the fears dwelt upon
dissolve
into the rising tide.
A body floats
upon the silent sea
and the rule of none,
is now free.
I seek the Tigress,
yet I am her prey,
and so tame.
I hope,
that she will stay
her heavy paws
and play with me,
in oh so many ways.
Yet I know,
that I ought not
trust her so...
For at any moment,
she can commence my torment
and then devour me whole.
My Muse
My muse sits on my shoulder,
a fragile fairy,
she whispers in my ear,
I write without peer.
I love her.
My muse stands on my shoulder,
we are older and bolder,
adventuring beyond defined boundaries,
me toiling in the hot foundries of thought,
she speaking seductively in my ear,
hands cool against my face.
My muse clings to the side
of my face,
there is no trace
of her former grace.
It's been obliterated.
A fat brown leech,
which can only screech
into my ear.
Feeding on whats left of my mind,
returning nothing in kind !
The screaming bitch,
the wailing witch,
and I
will die now.
Yet I still love her.
Everything is deathly silent,
water dripping from taps,
bulbs flicker under
the maps
of the human body.
Enters our protagonist,
who doubts he'll be sorely missed
by society.
Lank, dark hair,
frames round glasses,
which some say
marred his life
and/or
his prospects at getting a future wife.
Dons his not-so-white labcoat,
using his pale, elegant, slender hands.
Tools of the trade.
He was always afraid
of them.
But not now.
For in the depths of his
suffocated (by society)
heart,
blossoms a flower,
ever so tender.
Ignite the Bunsen !
Let rip with the gas !
Prep the tolouene,
nitrate thrice,
don't forget to add some
We stand,
at the brink,
shout out
"Anyone there?"
We kneel,
at the brink,
listening attentively.
(Hi I'm over here).
We peek,
over the brink,
into the black chasm.
(Pleased to meet you).
We teeter,
cling to the brink,
red eyes watching us.
(Take my hand).
We fall,
abandoning the brink,
for the dark chasm
(It's safer here).
Answering the Calling by RealPurgatory, literature
Literature
Answering the Calling
The raindrops beckon,
thunderheads roar,
the lightning sears
your eager eyes.
As the sheep bleat
and dogs howl in fear,
you walk down the path,
you swore you'd avoid.
Grass withers beneath your feet,
leaves,plants,trees,
all burst into glorious flame
in your hyper-realistic presence.
Even the very air you breathe
crackles and sparks
as it leaves those red lips
of yours.
Promised to uphold
everything held dear by all.
Finding it too hard,
you resigned from
that self-assigned post.
The cement cracks,
glass shatters with glee,
the skies overhead boom in a supersonic symphony
as you return.
Settle into the rocking chair,
Current Residence: Zejtun,Malta deviantWEAR sizing preference: I think I'm a Medium Print preference: No idea Favourite genre of music: Rock, Soundtracks, and other stuff Favourite photographer: Not sure either Favourite style of art: No guru here, but surreal stuff looks nifty Operating System: Windows Vista 64 bit MP3 player of choice: Probably would settle for a black iPod Shell of choice: What's a shell? Wallpaper of choice: Usually a photo I took Favourite cartoon character: Can't think of any Personal Quote: "Saving the day, one world at a time"
Favourite Visual Artist
Not sure as of yet
Favourite Movies
Schindler's List but there are quite a few others
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nothing really specific, though Iron Maiden is nice
Favourite Writers
Stephen King, Terry Pratchett
Favourite Games
Team Fortress 2, Elder Scrolls III : Morrowind + expansions
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
So far my mind, pen and paper. And more mind
Other Interests
Saving the world, reading, warhammer fantasy, Science, too many things to think of
Summarizing my summer in a few words should be interesting. And a line to follow each.
Poetry - wrote some stuff with pencil, but haven't done loads come to think of it, but not such a bugger.
University - starting in a a week and a half or such, should be good, hopefully I'll get along well.
Work - got a nice job which I'm enjoying, analyzing chemicals and such at a local biotech company. Music in the lab = Woot!
Chicken - because I just like to think of it randomly.
World - Caught up on some news and read a few good articles which I hope I can make use of.
Interwebz - found some interesting videos - pelican eating pigeon, turtle eatin
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I've received my results and get to go to uni :D I'm signing up for a BSc in chemistry with materials, hopefully should be very good stuff. I've got a few ideas on how to make university life a little more interesting. Possibly with the help of a few individuals we can deviate a little from
Well I'm still here (for some reason I find that in most blogs/journals/whatever I have to assert my existence. Looking back at my journal it seems that ~3 months have passed.
I'm currently doing what are my final exams - A levels and stuff, which have been oki so far. I've got philosophy tomorrow (still got to tackle logic, quick revision) and physics on monday. Then it's just a few odd practicals and stuff. And then glorious summer begins. Hopefully I'll try diversifying a little with respect to art this summer, might try some photomanipulation and digital art, seeing that my pc is capable of tackling it along with the fact that it seems p
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