Now That You're Not Near by trevor4056, literature
Literature
Now That You're Not Near
I've never felt the cold
More than I do now
Cold was my friend
It comforted me
Or maybe that was just you
Shielding me from its bitter bite
I've never feared the dark
More than I do now
Darkness was chaos
But I reveled in its mystery
Or maybe that was you
Leading the way to the light
I've never hated the sun
As much as I do now
The sun is warmth
Something I have no need for
Now that you're gone
I no longer wish to see the light of day
I never cared for the future
As much as I should have
I had been happy as we were
You were always by my side
But now that you're not here
Our future will never come
Suddenly I realize I've always felt th
I used to hate the mornings
They were always the hardest
The sun peeking through the blinds
Seeking passage into my dark and cluttered room
It hits my face with blinding force
Pushing its warm rays past my eyes
Where I feel it in my heart
I normally feel annoyed right now
I should be mad that it's broken me from my slumber
Awakened me to a new day where anything could happen
Pain
Sorrow
Misery
It's possible
But that's not what I feel today
The blinding warmth brings nothing but hope
It may not be happiness
Not yet at least
But slowly, as I allow the sunshine in
Bringing light to my soul and my heart
I feel like I can dream again
Maybe even fe
Don't lock the gate
No reason to clip my wings
My heart is already trapped in a cage
I'm suffocating
I haven't left this place in days
What's the point?
I don't know where to go
The blinds are drawn loosely
A sliver of light shines cruely into my eyes
Down on the streets below
Life moves on
As the neighbors I will never know
Plow their way to unknown destinations
Like a beautiful parakeet
Plucked clean with frustration and depression
Shrouded in dark solitude
Forced to do parlor tricks for stale crackers
I've lost all motivation to move towards the light and warmth
To fly towards freedom when doors open for meals
What's the point?
It's not li
Hearts Built Apart Like Mine Are Made for Burdens by trevor4056, literature
Literature
Hearts Built Apart Like Mine Are Made for Burdens
Breathe in
Breathe out
The rasps of your gasps are terrifying me
I don't want to feel your pain
But if feeling it means you don't have to
I'll bare the burden happily
It's not my place
A child should shirk the murk
Of the worlds most deadly atmospheres
I'm not grown yet
I'm still developing
I'm still finding my place
I shouldn't be leaden down by someone else's problems
But what choice do I have?
I was cursed with a heart built apart from evil
All I want to do is help you
Even if it kills me
Wake me up
No matter the pain it brings me
My body's not made for this coma
I want to feel again
I want to see
To breathe
This sleepy haze is my death bed
And I'm not ready to lay down in it
Wake me up
Please
Just wake me up
How can our children possibly have real faith
If they're taught everything they believe?
How can they possibly have real passion
If they're handed down their values?
A child needs room to grow in so many different ways
Elbow room and intelligence
Leg room and emotions
You can not tell them how to live
Or everything they must believe
If a child is taught their most precious beliefs
Then how can their beliefs be real?
I wait in line like a good girl should
My white knuckles are in a death grip
My friend just stepped off with a laugh in her throat
Mirth in her eyes
How can she be so free?
How can she touch the sky
And ignore the ground?
It's my turn now
I can't do it
No mirth in my eyes
Only tears
They try to calm me with questions
My name falls from my lips like a gasp
They tell me to let go
Sit back and pick up my feet
Just let go
They cheer me on
Like they're talking to a child
They say I can do it
They can't process what they are asking me to do
They're telling me to let go of everything I've grown to know
To trust that the unknown will protect me
To ha
Change Will Be the Death of Me by trevor4056, literature
Literature
Change Will Be the Death of Me
Take me back to the days before I made the change
Make the present disappear and bring back history
I loath the life I've made myself
I took for granted of what was given me
Now I'm here
One year in
No progress at all
100 pounds heavier
5000 dollars poorer
1.2 average dumber
Nothing to show for the hard work I've made before
All that hard word I made before the change
I can't take the change
Her eyes
Like a sparkle of life hidden in shallow graves
I peer into the depths and see the doors to the afterlife
Hidden deep within the dark planes
Ready to open for those that gain her trust
Though whether they go to heaven or hell
I have no clue
But they call to me
Lure me in like a sirens call
Every time her eyes pull me in
I feel I am ready to jump
Uncaring of where I might be taken
Ready to go through regardless
Sacrifice everything
In the name of her eyes
Now That You're Not Near by trevor4056, literature
Literature
Now That You're Not Near
I've never felt the cold
More than I do now
Cold was my friend
It comforted me
Or maybe that was just you
Shielding me from its bitter bite
I've never feared the dark
More than I do now
Darkness was chaos
But I reveled in its mystery
Or maybe that was you
Leading the way to the light
I've never hated the sun
As much as I do now
The sun is warmth
Something I have no need for
Now that you're gone
I no longer wish to see the light of day
I never cared for the future
As much as I should have
I had been happy as we were
You were always by my side
But now that you're not here
Our future will never come
Suddenly I realize I've always felt th
I used to hate the mornings
They were always the hardest
The sun peeking through the blinds
Seeking passage into my dark and cluttered room
It hits my face with blinding force
Pushing its warm rays past my eyes
Where I feel it in my heart
I normally feel annoyed right now
I should be mad that it's broken me from my slumber
Awakened me to a new day where anything could happen
Pain
Sorrow
Misery
It's possible
But that's not what I feel today
The blinding warmth brings nothing but hope
It may not be happiness
Not yet at least
But slowly, as I allow the sunshine in
Bringing light to my soul and my heart
I feel like I can dream again
Maybe even fe
Don't lock the gate
No reason to clip my wings
My heart is already trapped in a cage
I'm suffocating
I haven't left this place in days
What's the point?
I don't know where to go
The blinds are drawn loosely
A sliver of light shines cruely into my eyes
Down on the streets below
Life moves on
As the neighbors I will never know
Plow their way to unknown destinations
Like a beautiful parakeet
Plucked clean with frustration and depression
Shrouded in dark solitude
Forced to do parlor tricks for stale crackers
I've lost all motivation to move towards the light and warmth
To fly towards freedom when doors open for meals
What's the point?
It's not li
Hearts Built Apart Like Mine Are Made for Burdens by trevor4056, literature
Literature
Hearts Built Apart Like Mine Are Made for Burdens
Breathe in
Breathe out
The rasps of your gasps are terrifying me
I don't want to feel your pain
But if feeling it means you don't have to
I'll bare the burden happily
It's not my place
A child should shirk the murk
Of the worlds most deadly atmospheres
I'm not grown yet
I'm still developing
I'm still finding my place
I shouldn't be leaden down by someone else's problems
But what choice do I have?
I was cursed with a heart built apart from evil
All I want to do is help you
Even if it kills me
Wake me up
No matter the pain it brings me
My body's not made for this coma
I want to feel again
I want to see
To breathe
This sleepy haze is my death bed
And I'm not ready to lay down in it
Wake me up
Please
Just wake me up
How can our children possibly have real faith
If they're taught everything they believe?
How can they possibly have real passion
If they're handed down their values?
A child needs room to grow in so many different ways
Elbow room and intelligence
Leg room and emotions
You can not tell them how to live
Or everything they must believe
If a child is taught their most precious beliefs
Then how can their beliefs be real?
I wait in line like a good girl should
My white knuckles are in a death grip
My friend just stepped off with a laugh in her throat
Mirth in her eyes
How can she be so free?
How can she touch the sky
And ignore the ground?
It's my turn now
I can't do it
No mirth in my eyes
Only tears
They try to calm me with questions
My name falls from my lips like a gasp
They tell me to let go
Sit back and pick up my feet
Just let go
They cheer me on
Like they're talking to a child
They say I can do it
They can't process what they are asking me to do
They're telling me to let go of everything I've grown to know
To trust that the unknown will protect me
To ha
Change Will Be the Death of Me by trevor4056, literature
Literature
Change Will Be the Death of Me
Take me back to the days before I made the change
Make the present disappear and bring back history
I loath the life I've made myself
I took for granted of what was given me
Now I'm here
One year in
No progress at all
100 pounds heavier
5000 dollars poorer
1.2 average dumber
Nothing to show for the hard work I've made before
All that hard word I made before the change
I can't take the change
Her eyes
Like a sparkle of life hidden in shallow graves
I peer into the depths and see the doors to the afterlife
Hidden deep within the dark planes
Ready to open for those that gain her trust
Though whether they go to heaven or hell
I have no clue
But they call to me
Lure me in like a sirens call
Every time her eyes pull me in
I feel I am ready to jump
Uncaring of where I might be taken
Ready to go through regardless
Sacrifice everything
In the name of her eyes
Writing Tournament 2014 ~ Round I by Writers--club, journal
Writing Tournament 2014 ~ Round I
Come one and come all, raise your pen take part in this grand literary battle! There are subscriptions, points, art, features, and more to be won! You all have until February 12th to enter.
The time is nigh for the Fourth Annual Writers--club (https://www.deviantart.com/writers--club) Literature Tournament!
This is a tournament for all writers welcoming prose and poetry! :la: It will be a grand competition spanning three rounds of literary challenge! :typerhappy: First of all, you must be willing to write for each of the rounds over the coming months.
There will be judging at the end of each round and those who progress to the next round will have to write a new piece for the
My Sanctuary Vs Cruel Reality by trevor4056, literature
Literature
My Sanctuary Vs Cruel Reality
I'm sitting at my window sill
Looking down at the empty street below
The sky is grey
And the rain is cold
But not cold enough to snow
The atmosphere is bleak and heavy
And each second feels like a century
But that's not what I see
When I look out into that dark world
I see a place of my own
Where the streets are fields
The skies are blue
The clouds release nothing but sunshine
The wind brings nothing but the smell of leaves
And the perfect mix of hot and cold
The atmosphere is as light as marshmallows
And my heart even lighter
Every second is still long
But every pause between the clock's ticks
Is filled with laughter and h
I know it's been a while since I've been on here and any kind of following I had built up is probably long gone but I'm getting desperate. My best friend in the whole wide world lost her oldest brother to addiction just a month or two ago and living an hour away has prove to be horrible when trying to comfort her. Luckily she met a troubled young man with a wonderful soul and heart who quickly became her friend and did everything he could to take her mind off the pain when I couldn't be there to do so. Due to his past he has had many difficulties landing and keeping a job. Just last week he ended up in a car accident where luckily he was unin
● Comment on this journal and I will:
- 1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your DA page.
- 2. Tell you a colour you remind me of.
- 3. Tell you what element I believe you belong to (e.g. water, fire, air, etc.).
- 4. Tell you which of your OCs is my favorite.
- 5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
- 6. Tell you which character you remind me of
- 7. Give you a nickname.
- 8. Tell you what am I doing right now.
- 9. Tell you what food/ flavor/smell you remind me of.
- 10. Tell you to do one in your journal too, if you have not already done it.
(don't cheap out, pwease :'3)
Now idk about the rest of the literature artists here on DA but I feel . . . Idk what I feel I can't think of the proper word for. All I know is that when I enter a contest that says all mediums allowed i feel that literature should be able to stand a chance against drawings. I mean a writer is just as much an artist as a painter. I work really hard on my poetry, especially when I plan on entering it into a contest so it really hurts when nobody but other writers even stop to give me the time of day. I tell you the world is coming to pieces. I love drawings as much as the next person but poetry can be just as appealing to the minds eye as dra