DoorwaysWords exchangedin doorways,I listened,learnedthat good-byesagainharshly spokenwere probablytrue.You couldhave stopped mewonderingwhy I wasso eagerto be alone.I trustedyou.And youdid love methough asa mirror,not reflectingageand doubtsthat egosdo have,I endedyour take-it-allignorance -somehow-a favorundeserved,untimely,the endof your worldand secrets -unadmittedly,the end.
Soul SongThe song in my soulis long and loudand joyful -Long because it isenduring -loud because it can't helpbut be heard,crashing as a waveon the rocksduringa sultry summer storm-Joyful becauseit is your songand you are inmy soul.The song in my soulis brief and quietand gentle -brief because I haveonly to imagineand you are there-quiet as the whisperof a lover's prayer -gentle as the wordsmurmured in the earof the night...it is your song,the soul song...always with me.
ListenLove isa whisperin the earof the night.So soft,that youcannot be sure...You feelhis hand,his lips,his breath,his lovebut do youhear his voice?Commanding allyour doubtsto stop cold...Cold, you feel cold -why?Just listen!
InsectYour face is not ugly,it is misunderstood.It is a great horned black beetlein a nursery drawer,seeking some warmthfrom the blanketsand softnessbut crushed therewithout understanding.
Final definitionYour love is intenselya failure -nights of pleasureconcede defeat;know yourselfbetter timeswhen drunken,we killedour beastsin violent bathsof flesh and bloodover and overtil morningtold us no,it was never so.But what if lovemeans mistressessmiling at lifebuilding your futuremoment by momentlove act by love act?It is likenightmare violence,intensely anonymousas the demonswe battleconcede nothingbut the comingof morning.
MorningWhen faithis fading,God sendsHis rainand inthe morning,a green,new earth.
BekenntnisIf the godswill leaveour unionunconcernedand cold,what is leftundone?Must takeawarenessfrom your handand drawstrange lifeinto mybanished body.Is one thing.To betraya manwho offersreal loveis to forsakethe godsin fruehereWoerter...And you -who empty handedawait maturityaccept itas the exchangeof firefrom our lips.
SeasonsIn winterin the windand the frostand with tiny handsclasped in wool mittens.she stares at the sky.In winter,she shiversyet the starsshine the brightest.In springin the rainacross swollen river,with her tiny hands,she holds tightto the umbrellawind blows, drops fall,she sees the worldin blossoms and sparkle.In spring,all is new and the greenest.In autumnin the piles of leavesa chill in the airto announce soft petalson rosesand beauty and rest.She jumps in the leavessmells the damp decay.In autumn,the world sighswears a colored blanketto warm herself.In summerat the pond,heat lightningstrikes above the waterand with tiny hands,she covers her eyes.In summer,the pond is the placewhereChildren playcarefree days away.I watch seasons changefeel the heartof a child beat within meThere are four seasonsin my worldnow all grown upand I love youin every one.
Like a Wild FlowerIt was like a flowerI missed in a colorful garden,last of its kindbut withered away;like an antamong the weedsthat died there,squirmingwith no brainand body disconnected;like the smallest of treesin a lush, heavy grovethat's owner,convinced it would notbear fruithad chopped it down.All of thesemeant love to youbut like an unpracticed skill,you were gonebefore I knew.
DanceI dreamed I loved youall my lifeand never...Always wanting,never quite arriving,a confusing journey.We are the same -the hesitantfoot in the water -too hot, too coldinstead of plungingheadlongas all sane beingsshould.We tiptoe aroundthe fringesof life.How longmust weskip to this rhymewithout dancingto its tune?
The Last YearIf the last year of my lifebe committed to sorrow,I want to live onthrough all dealings with painso that when I expire,I will not leave regressing,regretting the momentsthat I failed to share.
An earth wishToday I fade ingrassy greenin azure blueand red clay brown.Someday, I'll bringthe buildings downand end inearth's enduringscene.
Silent TearsSilent tearsthe mostinexplicablethingsin all of thisworld.A river flowsfrom my spiritas still and deepas undergroundwatersin streamsof bloodof loveand desire -all fine things -never to surface -stay buriedbeneath...Here,when a soulweeps,that soundonly heardin heavenand hellso nearthe centerand gone ina heartbeat,silently.My heartweepssilentlyinto my soulfor no onemust knowthe pain...
Not SorryI'm not sorry,least of allfor nightslike theseand thepale moonwhich smilesin solitudeor thesingle starwhich ismy intenseand solitaryspirit...I am not sorry.For what?For this poemwith whichI must atonefor night breezesthat cooland ticklemy skin...What sinis thatthat muddlesmy mindand makesme thinkof whatcould be?But no!These feelingsgrow...I am not sorryfor imaginingyour touchso muchthat Ilay awakethis nightand dreamfor whatcould beand whatcould seem...It is onlya moonbeam.Not sorry...
Promises for a FoolDeath lied to her.It told her walking barefoot through the forest would be as safe as a fairy tale. It said her skeleton was strong as steel, that windstorms would not break her bones. Death made her reckless; death made her a daring, rule-breaking dreamer who lived in a house of cards.Winter deceived her.Winter told her it meant no harm, told her all she needed was a jacket made of thistles to protect her from its sharp bitter claws. Winter turned her skin pale, her lips blue. Winter nearly killed her, it weakened her. Winter played a dangerous game, but it never lost, Winter was cunning, Winter was a cheater in a game with no rules.Time would be the end of her.Time made her run, quick as eyes blink, with steps that crushed the autumn leaves that had already fallen victim to time's deceitful tricks. TimeDeath's best friendturned her from a daredevil to a weakened child who hid from her fears instead of facing them, made her hide from danger, made her run while looking
HelplessWhen you were helpless,I thought of love;smooth, unprotected skin,sleeping oblivious man.I thought of dayswhen too trusting,I fought the worldto be with you.Should I not be repaidand take what is forteitedto debtors?No! I love,I do not graspand hold soulsin stupors,kiss empty white eyes.I cradle youin helplessness.I support.I am aware for you.For childish timesare often good timesand sleeping secondsshould be cherishedas respectfully.
Without a titleI loved a manwho I never knew -stream into rivers,run with the waters.All of my vanitiessoar with the swallows,mirror the memories,lie by the hillside.And townships are familieswhich others have lived withand cities are treasuresthat others have foundand envy is friendship,invaded by longingand warmth is the comfortbefore the defeat.I am better than sorrow,much quicker than anger,am younger than childrenwho exist in their dreams,am stronger than loving,am freer than waterand greater than needwhich is dead with the day.
BlindIt is acrushing sadness -crushing, consumingas a firein the spirit,smothered byblack autumn leavesin the snow -it smolders so.No fireNo flameJust stale smoke,curlingits fingersinto blind eyesuntilit dies.So thatI do not careif the starsshine at nightor the barewinter branchestattoo their designupon my door...Just unrealsounds-must aboundin solitude,in silence,in darkness...
CI Monthly Feature - # 14Hello dear members of #Creation-Inspiration, Another article featuring pieces from our members! This is a great opportunity to showcase your works to more than 41k members! How can I get featured? In the 15th of every month, we will post the feature poll. Just leave a thumbnail of one of your works on that poll and we will feature you in the 1st of next month. Make sure you comment before we close the poll. There's only 200 slots! Can I use the 'Add Media' button to add
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Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)Abends spät, da klopft es leise,Gandalf war’s, der Graue Weise.„Frodo, Lust auf einen kurzen Flug,Auf Adlers Schwinge, schnell genug?“„Warum soll ich heut Nacht denn fliegen,Wo auch im Bett ich könnte liegen?“„Um Saurons Ring schnell zu vernichten,So spar’n wir uns gar viel Geschichten.“So flogen sie zum Schicksalsberg,Sahen weder Ork noch Zwerg,Ließen dann den Ring reinplumpsenHörten laut des Berges Rumsen,Danach, sie flogen wieder heim,Welt retten kann so einfach sein.
Deutsche GruppenSo, ich mach jetzt mal einen Jornal, wo ich deutsche Gruppen sammle. Den werd ich auch immer aktualisieren, wenn ich wieder eine neue deutsche Gruppe finde.So ne Sammlung kann doch für den ein oder anderen ganz nützlich sein. :icondeutsch: :icongermanhorse: :icongermanzoos: :icongermandaartists: :icongermanfur: :icongermanfurryartists: :icongermandragons: :icongerman-canine: :icongerman-manga-club: :icongermanhowrsegroup: :icongermananimeartists: :icongermanfantasy: :iconGermanyCustomize: :icondas-schwarze-auge: :iconwarriorcats-xobor: :iconmystische-tierwelten: :icongermanmembers: :icongermanstuck: :iconda-deutschland: :icongerman-cos-graphs: :icongermanwarriorcats: :icongerman-cosplay: :iconone-piece-german: :icondeutsch-area: :iconGermanWriters: :iconOnePiece-German: :iconThe-Oc-Of-Germany: :iconKAKAOKarten: :icongermanphotographers: :iconfreiburg: :icondeviant-bavaria: :iconbodensee-fotografie: :iconschwaben: :icongermanswithcameras: :iconsachsen-anhalt: :iconstadt-ulm:
CLOSED!! Cats and Dogs contestAs soon as possibile I will open a poll where all deviants can vote their three favorite photos.Welcome to a new contest, the theme is Cats and Dogs. I'd really appreciate some prizes: points, features, PM, critiques, watch, faves, llama and anything else you'd be happy to give. If you'd like to donate something please comment on thi journal, thanks Everyone who donate something will be included in a feature at the end of contest. You can donate and join to the contest. Thanks to all the people who are helping me in this great contest. You're fantastic and I greatly appreciate your help Start: January 2, 2014 Deadline: January 08, 201
Your Only Hope_Shadows Of WordsYour Only HopeShadows Of WordsHung Onto Your CablesFading Out,Like Your Hope,Secretly Whispering"Defeat Is Coming"...And The Reaper Is Your Only Hope...Shadows Of Words...And The Reaper Is Your Only Hope..."Defeat Is Coming"Secretly WhisperingLike Your Hope,Fading Out,Hung Onto Your CablesShadows Of Words
Worried InsomniaWorried InsomniaHollow thoughts consume me,Barring me from sleep.FrettingWorryingStaringBlankly at my ceiling.I want to sleep.Drift slowly into the welcoming darkness so deep.But those hollow thoughts,Keep me here,My head so clear.Won't deliver me,Into the billowy goodness of sleep.I give up,Sit up.Turn on the light,Without it my room was dark as night.Walk over to my chair,Puffy eyes knotted hair.but i really don't care,Because the only outlet i can seeIs my book, so i read.It keeps those thoughts at bayFilled with the thoughts of a fictional place.Keeping those thoughts far away.But alas those thoughts are still thereWaiting to resurface in their lair.
The Stars that Seem to CollideThe soft crunch of gravel under your feetStepping to the rhythm, stepping to the beatOthers surround you, excitement rides on the breezeSummer putting souls to rest, their stress turned into peaceDriving, climbing, walking throughNothing else better to doIn this old town, then what we foundOn the night when our stars fall down.Everything thing in this clearing become silentWhispers of anticipation suddenly compliantAnd we all hold our breath; our hearts in our chests, roughly kickingas the final minutes on the clock fall away, softly ticking.We look to the skiesand I can never believe my eyesas I sat on the concrete that nightWhen the Stars seemed to CollideColors surgeIn brilliant burstsAnd these new lights we made,These beautiful embers flicker at firstBut more are launched, a crusadeJust a flicker, a flashand when these lights touch the nightthe atmosphere holds steadfastAnd these stars begin to igniteBang, Crash, BoomThey create a chorus of soundT
SoldierPlease remember me.One wordOne glanceOne flowerfrom home.When youpass by,leave somethingof yourselffor me.Bring music,bring memories,bring meyour youth!Life isas sweetas a goodbyekiss.