The simple quiet of someone in prayer. An old married couple. The young boy who blushes every time he meets eyes with a pretty girl in his class--a girl whom he fancies, though he'd never admit it. The exuberance of a conductor. A young couple on a first date. The teenager who craves to understand and to be understood; to know love and to be loved. The artist who revels in color or chords, line or lyric. Girls chasing boys in the playground. The ecstasy of St. Teresa. The unabashed gentleman and the blushing bride. The boy working up the nerve to ask a crush a vulnerable question. The seasoned performer still quaking at the beauty of a piece.
To begin at what could be an end-
Is it the time for waiting,
Or lust, 'love', and placating?
While in these stone hearts we all but pretend!
I crave an effect to bask in,
a sky to soar in,
a use to task in,
and a soft shadow to linger in.
How is this our world that's turning
So swiftly on its slightly tilted axis?
With all my guile I tell you don't nix this-
It is worse for blackened, o'er spent yearning.
On such we act,
On such we'll be judged.
We start as so smudged.
Pray against such fact.
It is not so bad.
There is a white longing
For which there'll be thronging;
It's just now a bit sad.
To be a little bit corny:
Wonton, virulent Vi
Waiting: Accu(r)sed and Saved by monat08, literature
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Waiting: Accu(r)sed and Saved
Waiting: Accu(r)sed and Saved
Pushing the limit.
Can’t remember what I forgot.
Givin' somthin' up,
But can't remember what I got.
Where to begin?
Here is everywhere,
But I am there-
In that house
And in her chair.
Caught up with ideals,
But also confused by the reels.
Fantasy, reality; reality, fantasy
Seeping into each other.
What was the time again?
When wounds will heal,
And breaks will mend?
But the scars I'll still feel.
It is a kind word that soothes,
A soft touch that comforts,
A swift slap that burns,
And a loose tongue that blunders.
Such is life
As the world keeps on spinning
With distance a shackle
And no time for pin
Hearts are for throbbing,
For aching,
For breaking.
Hearts strive for good,
Or for bad,
Or for ill.
Hearts lead to sobbing,
To faking,
To The King.
Heart can’t be bought,
Can’t be sold,
Can be filled.
Hearts are for sharing,
For sparing,
For trust.
Hearts give us life,
Give us hope,
Give us dreams.
Hearts are forgiven,
Are driven,
Are crazed.
Hearts, made for love,
Make us one,
Make us whole.
Hearts can be caring,
Gracious,
Or petty.
Hearts tend to intertwine,
To leap,
or be steady.
Hearts are capable of great triumph
And great tragedy,
Good deeds
And terrible evil,
The brightest love
And the blackest hate.
Hearts burn,
Glow
Aggie Silver Taps
So dark, as the bells play hymns that I know and love in the background. Amazing Grace. All else is silent save for the steady tapping emanating from the white, dignified mass as it slowly, steadily comes forward. The white is a stark contrast to the dark gloom. A bit of cold wind blows. Next, the rhythmic, unified tapping of rifle butts on the hard ground. The large collection of silent Aggies waits, expectant, and then...will I jump? I am sure that I will...the abrupt and shocking burst of sound from the 21 gun salute. I do jump. The birds scatter. The smell of gunpowder permeates the air. Again, the guns sound. I see bri
The end is near,
but I am here
to watch it pass this way.
And when this song
has come and gone
It will be there to stay.
Even if bereft
of what should have been left,
the world will keep on spinning.
So what is next
but to be vexed?
I'll tell you-
a new Beginning!
Split
Love does not come and go-
it lives and breathes and grows,
it observes and learns and knows.
It is how we are Alive
and why we Live.
It is Not infatuation.
It is Family.
There is in it no fallout, no demise.
It needn't be grasped at
or clung to desperately,
for it cannot slip through one's fingers.
It Rests Gently, at Ease.
But yet, it is Hard Work.
When Strength is spent,
it remembers itself,
its Infinite source,
and it does not give up.
It Perseveres.
It is transcendent!
It is a Teacher and a Student,
a Child and a Parent,
a Soldier and a Peacemaker.
Like a Beautiful work of Art
it is Inspired and it Inspires.
Choice and Consequence
Be this of a man?
Yes,
Though taken to the jettisons of life--
Utterly heartbreaking.
Not desired, torn, yet missed.
The last a denied or guarded thought
Of the innermost depths,
Lest we break
Or we truly be shameless.
To be loved anew and always?
Oh the woe of discarded or misused desire
Of mankind and its mistress,
Of habit and of scorn,
Of degradation.
But oh the joy of genuine ecstasy...
Of love itself.
From one bosom meant for love
To one more, and most, true.
Yet this does not undermine the need for reform,
For we live in this world now
To make the best of it
Both for ourselves and others--
Media
How distorted is our view of reality!
That we could boast impartiality and profess full consent?
Bah! I scoff.
Lies abound--in the main stream, in society--
Especially the slight ones that are the hardest to recognize
Yet sometimes the easiest to accept.
Underhanded!
And rarely spoken in words.
A well read mind and a discerning heart--
These are the enemy of the trend,
Yet also an instigator when not tempered by a well formed will.
May the images we seek,
With which we fill our minds,
Be wholesome and true.
May we be just in our understanding,
For what we take informs what we put out and defines us.
Though not as much a
Waiting: Accu(r)sed and Saved by monat08, literature
Literature
Waiting: Accu(r)sed and Saved
Waiting: Accu(r)sed and Saved
Pushing the limit.
Can’t remember what I forgot.
Givin' somthin' up,
But can't remember what I got.
Where to begin?
Here is everywhere,
But I am there-
In that house
And in her chair.
Caught up with ideals,
But also confused by the reels.
Fantasy, reality; reality, fantasy
Seeping into each other.
What was the time again?
When wounds will heal,
And breaks will mend?
But the scars I'll still feel.
It is a kind word that soothes,
A soft touch that comforts,
A swift slap that burns,
And a loose tongue that blunders.
Such is life
As the world keeps on spinning
With distance a shackle
And no time for pin
Hearts are for throbbing,
For aching,
For breaking.
Hearts strive for good,
Or for bad,
Or for ill.
Hearts lead to sobbing,
To faking,
To The King.
Heart can’t be bought,
Can’t be sold,
Can be filled.
Hearts are for sharing,
For sparing,
For trust.
Hearts give us life,
Give us hope,
Give us dreams.
Hearts are forgiven,
Are driven,
Are crazed.
Hearts, made for love,
Make us one,
Make us whole.
Hearts can be caring,
Gracious,
Or petty.
Hearts tend to intertwine,
To leap,
or be steady.
Hearts are capable of great triumph
And great tragedy,
Good deeds
And terrible evil,
The brightest love
And the blackest hate.
Hearts burn,
Glow
Aggie Silver Taps
So dark, as the bells play hymns that I know and love in the background. Amazing Grace. All else is silent save for the steady tapping emanating from the white, dignified mass as it slowly, steadily comes forward. The white is a stark contrast to the dark gloom. A bit of cold wind blows. Next, the rhythmic, unified tapping of rifle butts on the hard ground. The large collection of silent Aggies waits, expectant, and then...will I jump? I am sure that I will...the abrupt and shocking burst of sound from the 21 gun salute. I do jump. The birds scatter. The smell of gunpowder permeates the air. Again, the guns sound. I see bri
The end is near,
but I am here
to watch it pass this way.
And when this song
has come and gone
It will be there to stay.
Even if bereft
of what should have been left,
the world will keep on spinning.
So what is next
but to be vexed?
I'll tell you-
a new Beginning!
Split
Love does not come and go-
it lives and breathes and grows,
it observes and learns and knows.
It is how we are Alive
and why we Live.
It is Not infatuation.
It is Family.
There is in it no fallout, no demise.
It needn't be grasped at
or clung to desperately,
for it cannot slip through one's fingers.
It Rests Gently, at Ease.
But yet, it is Hard Work.
When Strength is spent,
it remembers itself,
its Infinite source,
and it does not give up.
It Perseveres.
It is transcendent!
It is a Teacher and a Student,
a Child and a Parent,
a Soldier and a Peacemaker.
Like a Beautiful work of Art
it is Inspired and it Inspires.
Choice and Consequence
Be this of a man?
Yes,
Though taken to the jettisons of life--
Utterly heartbreaking.
Not desired, torn, yet missed.
The last a denied or guarded thought
Of the innermost depths,
Lest we break
Or we truly be shameless.
To be loved anew and always?
Oh the woe of discarded or misused desire
Of mankind and its mistress,
Of habit and of scorn,
Of degradation.
But oh the joy of genuine ecstasy...
Of love itself.
From one bosom meant for love
To one more, and most, true.
Yet this does not undermine the need for reform,
For we live in this world now
To make the best of it
Both for ourselves and others--
I am actually a mechanical engineering student. I am not very artistic, especially when it comes to visual arts, but my friends are here, so I decided to join to stay in touch with what they're doing.
Favourite Visual Artist
Van Gogh
Favourite Movies
Count of Monte Cristo, How to Train Your Dragon
Favourite TV Shows
Supernatural, Smallville, Gilmore Girls, House, Psych, White Collar
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Yuki Kajiura, Death Cab for Cutie, Florence + the Machine, Snow Patrol, Michael Card, and John Michael Talbot
Favourite Books
The Dark is Rising Sequence, The Dragonriders of Pern Series, Pride and Prejudice, Great Expectations
Favourite Writers
Jane Austen, Anne McCaffrey
Favourite Games
Kingdom Hearts II, Spyro: Year of the Dragon, Final Fantasy VIII
Here's another thing I was tagged to do by PallidaPapillio (https://www.deviantart.com/pallidapapillio)
List 10 characters.
1. Corey
2. Tish
3. Everett
4. The King
5. The Thief
6. The Son
7. Liah
8. Karen
9. Caleb
10. Pasch
[1] Out of all ten characters listed, which one is the most intelligent? Who is the dumbest?
Caleb is the smartest. Everett is the dumbest.
[2] What is the worst crime 9 (Caleb) has ever committed?
Treason
[3] 1 (Corey) and 4 (The King) must fix a dinner together. How do they cooperate in the kitchen? What kind of food do they fix, if any at all?
Corey hovers over The King critiquing his work and asking why he is not doing certain things. The K
Tagged by PallidaPapillio (https://www.deviantart.com/pallidapapillio)
Rules:
1. Post these rules.
2. Post 8 facts about your character.
3. Tag 8 other Characters (see, it says characters, not sub-creators!)
4. Post their names along with their creators' avatars.
Geoffrey
Very good shot with most types of gunsFriends with an ethnic drug dealerHas amnesiaForgets he knows how to do certain things, and is therefor smarter than he seemsMultiple personality disorder, one female and another is Nemo, the man he follows relentlesslyNot fond of sniping, assassin style, though proficient at itSecretly hates catsSeeks his origin story
For a theme, tagging characters that may hate Chris