She looks at me,
Her eyes, like two
Polished stone reflecting pools,
Glistening after the morning dew
I, the vagabond wanderer,
Throat, parched and dry,
Am captivated by her,
A Fountain of Youth.
She entreats me,
"Come, and drink deep;
Have your fill.
Only, I beg of you,
Do not depart from here"
As days press forward
I cannot help but to wonder,
"What have I done,
Nothing so splendid
Nor worthy of her!"
Her response, soft and sweet,
"But what is youth
If not shared with another?
What is hope,
If ever unfulfilled?"
"But what a thief I've been!
I've come to your fountain,
Drinking deep of youth
And brought nothing in return."
"Of many men
Have you ever felt the sensation of drowning?
Slipping below the surface, out of sight. Pressure tightening around your chest, panic and fear, rising to the surface. Regret of the moment when you finally have to Gasp for air, only to have no relief.
You would do anything if only for an ounce of oxygen...
Hell, I might even be willing to rip my chest back open if I though she would be willing to help me mend it back together. But I fear that she would be gone like a wisp in the night, leaving me torn open, all that I had pent up inside laid out on display.
While I grasp at the shattered fragments of my heart in an attempt to place them back
In case you weren't aware, there is something extremely important about oxygen, in which, the brain needs it to survive.
Let me tell you, 16 minutes is a long time to go without it. Believe me, I tried it once, my heart fluttered to a halt and my memories became like a fleeting, intangible subject...
I'd be lying if I said I was ready to find out what four years of this feels like..
Let me explain, there's this girl.
She is like life to my bones.
She is the last person I hugged before I walked back to have my chest torn in two, and when I woke up, she was the first person by my side...
When I looked into her eyes, I could tell you, there w
It would seem all too often that I simply CAN'T,
I can't write a poem of my own words, EVEN
My mother can't BRING
Herself to be proud of me. I, MYSELF,
Am ashamed of my lack of creativity, sometimes I just want TO
Escape, so I began to DRAW.
Drawing became a facet of me that I began to like, A
Quality, I found, that actually made me a bit more SMILEY.
In this way, I believed that I had found a way to "save FACE."
Have you ever felt the sensation of drowning?
Slipping below the surface, out of sight. Pressure tightening around your chest, panic and fear, rising to the surface. Regret of the moment when you finally have to Gasp for air, only to have no relief.
You would do anything if only for an ounce of oxygen...
Hell, I might even be willing to rip my chest back open if I though she would be willing to help me mend it back together. But I fear that she would be gone like a wisp in the night, leaving me torn open, all that I had pent up inside laid out on display.
While I grasp at the shattered fragments of my heart in an attempt to place them back
In case you weren't aware, there is something extremely important about oxygen, in which, the brain needs it to survive.
Let me tell you, 16 minutes is a long time to go without it. Believe me, I tried it once, my heart fluttered to a halt and my memories became like a fleeting, intangible subject...
I'd be lying if I said I was ready to find out what four years of this feels like..
Let me explain, there's this girl.
She is like life to my bones.
She is the last person I hugged before I walked back to have my chest torn in two, and when I woke up, she was the first person by my side...
When I looked into her eyes, I could tell you, there w
when does space become
distance? picture:
a burning cruise
liner, plunging, life rafts
drifting apart on the open
waters:
both vessels on their
way to safety, just separately,
now.
different nautical
disturbances
and different rescuers
waiting on land
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...When you're holding your beautiful copper white world,
Right there, in the palms of each of your hands,
And the snow falls, softlyyy y y y y y...
And suddenly, your world breaks out in whitewash,
All of the lines soiled with sorrow,
Tainted with malice;
Left alone to our quid pro quo devices,
This mayhem that is our modern society...
There must be a build-up;
Crescendo~
And there must also be a release...
Ebb and flow of tides,
As the moon pulls her heavy burden
Across the blazing skies...
Time is nothing, if not a flicker of existence,
There one moment; gone the next...
It
does
not
.
.
.
exist.
.
A single second can last forever
As we drive off into the sunset I digress because all
I wish to do is let my mind rest.
But as the sky recedes to a brilliant orange and the blue fades to a
speckled black I cannot help but to stare in awe.
You see, because it may be darkest just before the dawn,
But I would dare say that the sunset proves that sometimes things go
dark and dreary before they become beautiful.
Just as a dark and baleful night gives way to dawn,
A bleak and rainy day often breaks way to the speckled brilliance of
night which, like life, can only be experience all at once.
I would tend to believe that those who say it is darkest
just before the dawn can only
Writer, photographer, and artist (both digital and physical media) I'm a bit rusty in all fields at the moment, I haven't had much practice lately. Poetry is my strong suit, and my crutch in many instances. I plan on being more active soon, follow up!
Favourite Movies
Resident evil movies
Favourite TV Shows
Merlin, Once upon a time
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
21 Pilots, For Today, Red, Silent Planet, Phineas, The Letter Black, The Fray, FlyLeaf
Favourite Books
Percy Jackson series, the kane chronicles, the heroes of olympus
Favourite Writers
Rick Riordan
Favourite Games
Hitman,black ops, MW3, all halos except for wars
Favourite Gaming Platform
Computer all the way
Tools of the Trade
Pen and paper baby, can't get enough of those bittersweet words
So I work at Starbucks, right?
This girl walks in one early afternoon, somewhat emo-scene, not quite punk. I can read people pretty easily, and I get this vibe from her that just isn't okay.
But, you know, I'm just a barista. I can't exactly ask about this random girl's personal life over the counter. So I took her order with a compassionate smile and reassured her that if she need anything to come ask me.
She waited for her drink a few minutes then came back to my counter,
"Do you have a bandaid?", She asked.
Me, not being sure of what size or the severity of the wound, asked "well what size do you need? How large is the wound?" (we have a f
I was asked what I would want my last words to be. After brief thought, I decided. In light of my recent death experience, this seemed like a fairly prevalent question. I've chosen to use a simple movie quote, "I'll be back!"
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