Ill always remember that feeling
As if we are the only two who exist
And all time stops, if only for a moment
My green eyes meet yours, sky blue and perfect
Our arms wrapped around each other
Embracing the one we cant bear to loose
Before long time begins once more
To pull us apart and bring back cold reality
As quickly as it came, the dream vanished
Leaving me alone once again, to find my own way
Slowly opening my eyes I am faced with the truth
The one I embraced was not you
But a mere figment of my dreams
You do not exist, for if you did I would not be alone
The arms that embraced me and made me feel safe
Will ne
I feel like something is missing
A piece that was never there before
Something that I should have had but never known
Its absence forms a hole in my heart
Without this missing piece my world is off balance
The sun is never as bright
And the icy wind cuts through me
As cruel and unyeilding as a blade
Every day is somehow incomplete
I feel as if someone has taken a part of me and cut it away
My hope is running out
I fear I will never find this missing piece
But then I see you and the sky brightens
And I realize that you were what was missing all along
My world is now complete
As the Tears Fall Again by Kuro-shadow, literature
Literature
As the Tears Fall Again
I keep staring out my window
Watching the rain fall in streaks against the pane
I can't let the tears fall again
I know I'm stronger than this
Thoughts running forever through my head
The same questions time and time again
Why do I keep watching?
Because I cant go on
In this place time stops
And it is where I shall remain
Forever reliving that moment
I try to shut it from memory
Fighting every remembrance of it
And yet it still remains
The memory of my pleading
The recollection of the running
Can someone tell me what's next?
Its over as quickly as it began
Now living feels like death to me
It never could have happened
As heartbreak sets
within the soul
all hope is lost.
Facing icy winds to
bury my hope for love,
Snow banks pile as I
force hopes further into the great abyss.
Many years pass, but
love remains unfound
and hope buried.
Then the day comes
where someone finds my hand,
Helping lead me
through my past.
Stumbling across the old burial chamber of my soul,
a hope is restored within
and a love is restored within my heart.
Tick, tock.
Two seconds gone, just like that.
Another moment forever beyond my grasp.
My time is drawing nearer.
Minutes, hours,
Pass in a blink.
Life coming closer to an end.
Each day that passes,
Is one day closer to my final moment,
On this hateful planet.
Two more seconds left.
Tick, tock,
And the clock reaches zero.
Well, I've been gone for a long time and I am never coming back on this account again because of what is attached to it but I do have a new account and have had one for the past 4 months. It explains everything on that account. Here it is:
~UnlikelyAngel11 (https://www.deviantart.com/unlikelyangel11)
My most recent journal explains all that I feel I need to explain.
Thank you,
Katie.
Here are some writers. There work is worth being read as well as viewed:
~khamwon1 (https://www.deviantart.com/khamwon1)
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It seems that art is very popular on here. But the question is: What do people consider art and what do people not consider art? Also, is it possible that many of us have a very narrow point of view when it comes to art?
What I have come across in the past couple years that I have been on deviantart is that it is a very good place for artists to be promoted. It is easy for many ARTISTS to get attention for THEIR work. However, I have also found that writers tend to have less pageviews than traditional artists and photographers. It seems to me that many people simply do not want to take the time to read their work. Maybe they just don't think