Well, it's been a while!
Hello all ye faithful.
I'm going to start rededicating myself to DeviantArt, as it's a great resource and I miss being connected to all the wonderfl things all of you are doing! Yay!
Wiser than WakingSometimes dreams are wiser than wakingWiser than Waking by TeachMeFreedom
The ground is made only for shaking,
I am tumbling through dimensions of time,
My blood is pure but my heart is dying.
We are the descendants of loneliness, shadows of former love and gratefulness,
But our embittered solitude proves the demise of our youth,
the slow and delicate rot of our once open love, the grainy crust of what was once
We are the victims of existence, the casualties of hope,
our beaten down spirits puppeteered by the demands of conventionality,
bored to death by the invincibility of banality,
with each step we take a little deeper we fall,
Failing to hear the call of our weeping hearts,
The voices of those who love us ringing in our deaf ears.
There she comes again, her cold lonely touch waiting, waiting to calm us into submission
Our disbelief reigning supreme, our broken dreams encapsulating reality,
And we fall into the irrevocable depths we fall
Missing LinksMissing links taunting me to the brink of endurance.Missing Links by TeachMeFreedom
Assurance: a mythical being, fleeing my side, tearing through time farther and
farther back into a world I can no longer reside, or even Reach.
This breach of faith has caused my heart to break, to shatter and splatter my now
effervescent hopes through the lighting storms of my destructive creativity.
Ingenuity is a stranger to me, fervent destruction without reconstruction allowing
me to feel the wheels of practicality speeding over my tender hopes, the fists of
reality beating down on my already bloodied face, the conceptions of convention
teaching my body to shrivel and die, telling me I am a lie, a lie in the face of great
truth, the truth that this is the way, the way, the only way, but through this way I
know I decay, I fade away into the shadow of a former dream, the dream to gleam
only as a tear in the memory of another mind, to conquer time through the eternal
device of death. Ohhh it's all a mess, but here I am, soari
MythLife is just a phase I'm going throughMyth by TeachMeFreedom
And all the day's a ghost.
I am solitary in the house we built of mirth,
But so hard it rained, parts were washed away,
And now it's spelt misery.
I stand alone on the rocks on the cliff,
Waiting for the sea to calm me.
I am the speckle of mist broken off from the wave
Flying to land on a dream.
There is a beacon on the mountains where we will go to die,
I am the leaves falling on the mud-soaked ground, cushioning your fall from the sky.
I see the beauty of mankind and I am overwhelmed.
I turn my head and see the rape of love, and I am overwhelmed.
I remember your face in the day of snow,
I remember your head on my lap.
I remember your blue eyes, like fresh bruises,
I remember my heart was in a trance.
I see the day of today; a day I cannot relate to.
I have witnessed it through the heart of a cold stranger, one I am victim to.
I witnessed the birth of beauty great.
I witnessed the pain you bore.
I witnessed the scenery of my life,
Blurred by the