What if reality
is a stream of change
and nothing more
or less this strange?
Are we really no more
than the sum of our parts?
What ignites our "souls"
or the beat of our hearts?
But then, who is it
that sits behind the voice in my mind
that tells me what to seek
and where to find
True happiness and peace
if they exist
If we exist in the first place
If we are concrete entities
in a lack-lustre time and space
There is no right or wrong
No method in freeing a mind.
There's the idea of a journey
and a path you'll somehow find.
The sunlight glints on my scales
It shines in my eyes.
It reflects off my clawing nails,
which dig into the branch beneath me.
If I stand out, I'll die.
I'd make a tasty treat to some.
Or I won't be able to catch what I
must devour to survive.
I am the chameleon
I blend into the world around me.
So many times I've nearly done
something to show you who I am.
But the eyes of the forest sometimes see me.
I feel them watching,
I feel them near me
waiting to strike!
If I stand out, I'll die
So I'll stay hidden.
Forever a secret. Forever a lie.
You've got that ache in your eyes.
Everyone does.
The hunger to be loved.
Shadows will
show you the truth
Look at how the light changes
on my face
in your heart
You'll see
Where the happiness
resides in the sad
There's no such thing
as good or bad.
There's no such thing
as those things that you thought
What were those illusions
in dreams that you wrought?
He had been scared to the bone since the beginning of this ordeal, but as the facial features of the fifth hostage became distanced and indistinguishable, the reality of his own mortality slapped Clement hard across the face. He realised that these may really be the last five minutes of his life. Panic whirred about his brain and through his body. His breathing quickened. His heart hammered against his chest. There was a dizzying feeling of confusion and something else, something unfamiliar, coursing through his blood. Whether it was simply a rush of adrenaline or something more, Clement would never know. But somehow, he found a courage
Clement stood stiffly in his pinstripe suit, wavering on an edge atop the tallest skyscraper in the city. The wind whipped violently about his chestnut hair and made his eyes squint behind their round spectacles. While this obscured his vision a little, it did nothing to perturb the reality of the large, brassy and fearsome looking guns that were aimed in his direction.
Had it really only been half an hour since he sat in his makeshift office, in this very building, preparing himself for the day of accounting that lay ahead? How pleasantly mundane and certain life had seemed, even in that last unsuspecting minute, when unbeknownst to him,
A sky of woven ebony,
Where burning with a million lights
The constellations told their tales
Of romances, of fright-filled plights.
The moon caressed in the dark
With icy touch, she gently
Led the lost with chilly light
Glimmering in the silver sea.
And yet, I could not find a way
To go back to where I belong
The path had long abandoned me
And every way I walked was wrong
I will never venture to
escape this night, where I am lost
I'll stay among clematises
Pale and still and caked with frost.
This I thought, this I feared
As I wandered aimlessly
Through glens and fields. I climbed the trees.
My efforts were spent gainlessly.
Suddenly th
The judge and the jury
took their last breath.
They had been found guilty
and sentenced to death.
The thief in the night
screamed when he realised
That he always was honest,
even more so when he lied.
The parents were not sad
when their child ran away
they said
'We'll all play together
in the sky someday'
A robot chameleon
had no feelings
no heart.
But on hearing that sentence
the disguise fell apart.
A sparrow looked down on them all
from a height
She knew they were doomed.
She lamented the sight.
What if reality
is a stream of change
and nothing more
or less this strange?
Are we really no more
than the sum of our parts?
What ignites our "souls"
or the beat of our hearts?
But then, who is it
that sits behind the voice in my mind
that tells me what to seek
and where to find
True happiness and peace
if they exist
If we exist in the first place
If we are concrete entities
in a lack-lustre time and space
There is no right or wrong
No method in freeing a mind.
There's the idea of a journey
and a path you'll somehow find.
The sunlight glints on my scales
It shines in my eyes.
It reflects off my clawing nails,
which dig into the branch beneath me.
If I stand out, I'll die.
I'd make a tasty treat to some.
Or I won't be able to catch what I
must devour to survive.
I am the chameleon
I blend into the world around me.
So many times I've nearly done
something to show you who I am.
But the eyes of the forest sometimes see me.
I feel them watching,
I feel them near me
waiting to strike!
If I stand out, I'll die
So I'll stay hidden.
Forever a secret. Forever a lie.
You've got that ache in your eyes.
Everyone does.
The hunger to be loved.
Shadows will
show you the truth
Look at how the light changes
on my face
in your heart
You'll see
Where the happiness
resides in the sad
There's no such thing
as good or bad.
There's no such thing
as those things that you thought
What were those illusions
in dreams that you wrought?
He had been scared to the bone since the beginning of this ordeal, but as the facial features of the fifth hostage became distanced and indistinguishable, the reality of his own mortality slapped Clement hard across the face. He realised that these may really be the last five minutes of his life. Panic whirred about his brain and through his body. His breathing quickened. His heart hammered against his chest. There was a dizzying feeling of confusion and something else, something unfamiliar, coursing through his blood. Whether it was simply a rush of adrenaline or something more, Clement would never know. But somehow, he found a courage
Clement stood stiffly in his pinstripe suit, wavering on an edge atop the tallest skyscraper in the city. The wind whipped violently about his chestnut hair and made his eyes squint behind their round spectacles. While this obscured his vision a little, it did nothing to perturb the reality of the large, brassy and fearsome looking guns that were aimed in his direction.
Had it really only been half an hour since he sat in his makeshift office, in this very building, preparing himself for the day of accounting that lay ahead? How pleasantly mundane and certain life had seemed, even in that last unsuspecting minute, when unbeknownst to him,
A sky of woven ebony,
Where burning with a million lights
The constellations told their tales
Of romances, of fright-filled plights.
The moon caressed in the dark
With icy touch, she gently
Led the lost with chilly light
Glimmering in the silver sea.
And yet, I could not find a way
To go back to where I belong
The path had long abandoned me
And every way I walked was wrong
I will never venture to
escape this night, where I am lost
I'll stay among clematises
Pale and still and caked with frost.
This I thought, this I feared
As I wandered aimlessly
Through glens and fields. I climbed the trees.
My efforts were spent gainlessly.
Suddenly th
The judge and the jury
took their last breath.
They had been found guilty
and sentenced to death.
The thief in the night
screamed when he realised
That he always was honest,
even more so when he lied.
The parents were not sad
when their child ran away
they said
'We'll all play together
in the sky someday'
A robot chameleon
had no feelings
no heart.
But on hearing that sentence
the disguise fell apart.
A sparrow looked down on them all
from a height
She knew they were doomed.
She lamented the sight.
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
There is nothing to see. There is no light here, no color. It doesn't reach us because they eat it before we can even feel its warmth. All the light is consumed by their massive bellies and their sharp teeth.
We've tried to stop them and get some of the light, but all we received were scars. They are great, and we are meek.
Sometimes a small ray blesses our eyes. We flock to it, but in our own greed, snuff it out under our trampling feet. Only those fastest few get to embrace it. Then they die to the jealousy of the rest of us.
We tell ourselves sometimes there is no light, there never was any. There are no monsters that condemn us
I once had a vision
dark and disarming
of other worlds
foreign and alarming
my stark revelation
page could not contain
no resolution
for heart and brain
no words exist
with which to begin
unable to console
this candle in the wind
Recompense
by Tricia Pattinson
The peace broke
Exits flood
Good backs crushed
Now countless foes
The fovea you've made
Expands Hell wide
And all you do
Is hide; deny
What recompense
Could we offer
Undo the graves
The lost generations
Weep, weep, despero
Scream I in terror
For so we reap
The terrible sowing
I'm looking for a star
that fits inside my rib cage,
but since I can't find it right now,
I will fill my lungs with gasoline,
set them alight with the fire in my eyes
and go as far as I can go
until I burn
out
I will drive off into the sunset,
far away to places where I could
only reach in my wildest dreams,
look up into the vast night sky
while holding the hands of the
people who are precious to me and
laugh loudly with them as if we were
the rulers of this universe
And one day when I am lying
on my back with burnt lungs,
gasping for just one more breath,
my world will pass before my eyes
and I will realize that I didn't need
a star to l
Since I finished uni, I have been very sloppy and unorganised due to the immense amount of freedom I have suddenly been permitted to enjoy.
I am, however, working (very slowly) on some pieces and I shall be posting them in the not too far future. This includes short stories, which I have recently taken an interest in.