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 hea
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, tell
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,