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Artist Blue - The Classic Couple
As the TARDIS travels through the time-stream we find both Teleena and Artist in the depths of the nearly endless and very much alive machine. Artist watches himself in the mirror as he wears various clothes in an attempt to form a new outfit. He currently wears blue jeans and a red shirt.
"So, you're an alien?" asks Teleena as she watches politely.
Artist's reply is a simple "Yep."
"Cool. But you look like I do."
"Well Timelords tend to look like that. Anyone could be one really. From Mary Poppins to the Cat in the Hat," replies Artist as he puts on a well fitted denim jacket. "What do you think?"
The TARDIS makes an electronic noise as it lands while Teleena forms a rebuttal. "It's alright. But if we end up in the 1930's you'll look like a convict."
Artist makes his way for the door as he responds. "Teleena. We've got all of time and space in the entire universe. What are the chances we'll..." He halts as the doors open. "Oh." In front of him is a small American town, the year 1934.
Painting In Madness
The painting rests on the dead house wall. A life sized portrait of a Asian woman laying on her back underwater. "This is the one," says the man in a fedora, cards numbered 10 and 6 in the brim, designed in style. He lifts it off the wall and places it very gently on the dusty cement floor.
"She looks so peaceful," says the girl with him, admiring the portraits almost, but not entirely, realistic beauty.
"Yeah, she does." He replies before looking at her with the smirk of a madman. "Let's wake her up." He dives his hand into the painting. Rather than his hand cracking against the cement, it enters the painting. He grasps the woman's shoulder and pulls her out of the water. She gasps for the air which she has eternally craved.
"How the hell did you do that?" asks the girl in stunned surprise.
"I'm The Hatter. Only the mad can do things which are truly of madness.
Beauty Exists In Dead Smiles
He smiles lovingly into her eyes.
He's never loved anyone else as much as her in the entire world.
She stares back unblinkingly at him.
He smiles, "You are so beautiful." He says before kissing her upon her pale lips.
He lifts up her body and proceeds to kiss her passionately.
He loves her. But she never got the chance to hear him say the words.
Look at him. That tool. He's just sitting there on the couch with a girl on each arm, while I sit in the corner, virtually invisible. They only hook to him because he's the generic Jersey Shore bugger, tan skin, sun glasses, and a thin stubble with part of it packed together because of his faulty smirk.
They drink, smoke, all that shit. I hate it. It can't be good for him.
I decide to leave, I go to the washroom to puke up my humanity. I step into the room and take a long look at myself. "Are you okay?" Asks one of the girls.
I look at myself. The tan, glasses, and the stubble. I'm the part of his personality he destroys to impress people.
I'm who he really is, he's what the world made of my body.
He Smiles Without A Mouth
He always watches, but he has no eyes.
He laughs behind you, but he cannot speak.
He follows you everywhere you go, but he does not walk.
He always smiles, but he has no mouth.
He stands a great height, but he is given no advantage.
He is in the back yard, but he does not announce himself.
He is known as the slender man, but he has no name.
King Of Spades
Stories and scripts, oh so bright.
Some never see the dawn of light.
Adventures and escapades.
Hidden like the king of spades.
Hard to find in the deck of life.
Others will tret it with such strife.
Stories are whole worlds in your head.
They live until the day you're dead.
Whatever you do, don't tell your friend the secret.
It would be much better just to keep it.
Before they take it and call it there own.
Then your story is never known.
Artist Blue - The Aram Corporation
On the planet Catrigan Nova is a great and luxurious land, rocky hills accompanied by naturally gentle whirlpools as well as small aquatic life that lives underneath the blue ocean, which in turn is under an even bluer sky. But just over one of the nearby hills is a city, that city is home to the only humans for miles upon miles. This is also the only section of the entire planet which has a cloud looming above it, a very dark cloud. A man stands before his oldest friend in this bustling and dark city. But you just cant abstain from the food!
The friend tries to calm him down. I caught wind that a drop ship is coming with foreign imports. Besides, I need to drop a few pounds, he says, tapping his lightly swollen stomach.
Alright, well dont go starving now, and be careful. You know what happens when the medication isnt there to protect you from--
He interrupts. I know. Ill talk to you later.
The next day this same m
We Move Onwards
There's only one constant about the Earth; it will always change.
Some people age, Asia takes a turn for the strange.
The Doctor got younger, the TV got colorful
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, now people are mournful.
The world is becoming more accepting, music is more noise.
Highschool has drama and hate, girls chase boys.
Shootings and hostages, it used to be just illness and the pest.
Nowadays we scream from the gunfire and hope for the best.
But the world has not grown darker, it's merely a different shade of gray.
Yet it can be much brighter, like how we are finally accepting the gay.
Prices went up, so did the population number.
Doesn't that just give you chance of a lover?
David Bowie was a spaceman, Elvis was the king of rock.
Now Kanye West wont give you space, man. And there's no king of pop.
Comics are more expensive, but their worlds are more extensive.
The world spins onwards, towards the next day.
I just wanted to say, the whole world's a play.
Food For The Ink
There isn't blood in my veins, there's ink.
The ink screams sometimes. It wants out, to be free and shown to the world the magnificent possibilities and the inner imagination of my mind.
I see things no one else can, possibilities and worlds nobody's ever even dreamed of.
The ink in my body screams for the world to know.
They must know the marvels. The thoughts in my head.
I see it... The possibilities.
There's so many possible outcomes of life and I review oh so many of them.
What if I went left? What if I said hello to that person?
What if a car came this way?
I see so many possibilities, its food for the ink.
Nothing but RemainsThere was once a crow in my hazelnut tree,
I looked at him and he looked at me,
His expression made my heart sink,
As deep as the seas.
He flew up high,
He flew down low,
He flew where no one dared to go,
He took a leaf deep down from hell,
From his beak,
The leaf had fell.
It landed gently on my shirt,
Now I'm buried deep within dirt,
It was destined I was soon to die,
It just could not lie.
It ended with a long sigh,
I'm nothing but remains.
It was unpredictable,
Like cards of a deck,
I swerved my car into a wreck,
I had died when I snapped my neck,
I'm nothing but remains.
The crow did fall upon a girl,
Who took her trike for a whirl,
What happened next would make you hurl,
She's nothing but remains.
She drove that trike into the street,
Where death, she was soon to meet.
So young, so innocent, so sweet,
She's nothing but remains.
She was unaware of the danger,
As she cycled down the street.
A car had come and hit her,
IT surprisingly was me.
We're nothing but remains.
Old MemoriesCuddled into myself,
Sitting on my bed.
A small dent,
Where you laid.
Seeing the memories,
They slowly fade.
Seeing your smile,
Seeing us together.
No matter the weather.
The loud thunder storms,
The cold winter nights.
Being with you,
Keeping you safe from fright.
Playing video games,
Letting you win,
To that story,
I say 'Fin'.
After months and months,
The times we fought.
The gifts I made,
But never bought.
No more sleep,
No more long nights.
Just empty hopes,
And lots of fights.
Playing our song,
Over and over.
My luck ran out,
Like a broken four-leaf clover.
I'm no longer happy,
I'm always down.
Once having a smile,
Turns into a frown.
Nights get longer,
Laying alone dying.
Wishing you were here,
As I sleep while crying.
A Deceitful SmileDepressed and broke
So hurt inside
I can see the sadness
In your eyes
Your beautiful smile
Full of lies
A laugh is sweet
You're always upset
You need to smile
A fixed smile
A loving smile
A Real Smile
An Eternity With YouTell me a secret,
One that no one knows.
Take me through laughter,
Out of my woes.
Tell me you love me,
Give me a clue.
Show me your feelings,
The same I have for you.
Whisper sweet nothings,
Shout them, if you dare.
Convey your excitement,
For our newfound scare.
We’ll be together for decades,
Maybe stroll down the aisle?
Grow old together,
Fight once in a while.
There will come a day,
When our sentient will expire.
Our last breath will kiss us goodbye,
Our bodies will decease against our desire.
If you relinquish your soul,
To mingle with mine,
Here in our eternal slumber,
We’ll remain so divine.
DestinyDestiny, a woman with hair of moonlight.
Her skin, a porcilain white.
Her eyes reflect the waters of mystery,
Showing you what you wish to see.
Her voice full of untold beauty.
Whispering many a story.
She speaks of battles,
And midnight travels,
Across the land of love-filled scandles.
Destiny, a woman of ultimate beauty,
The teller of history's story,
She is forever with us,
All ways watching us,
Never abandoning her children.
False Hero"False Hero:"
Venture forth, false hero,
A shield of foil,
And a sword your crayon
Fight off the monster that is your garage,
With its wide mouth and mischievous grin
Climb through the valley gardens green,
And please the villagers; your toy soldiers,
By rescuing her majesty
From the towering tree houses,
And carrying her veil across your lawn
A Place Where I BelongI don't want to be here.
I don't belong here.
I am nothing, like them.
They, are children of darkness.
I, am born of darkness.
I, am not a child, of darkness.
I don't want to hurt people.
I don't take pleasure,
In giving pain.
If I am not a child of darkness,
Then what am I?
I dream of a world full of smiles.
A world full, of a bright light.
It seems like a nice place.
I wish I was there,
Instead of this dreary world.
She tells me something strange.
She tells me,
I am not my father's child.
If I am not my father's child,
Then, Whose child am I?
My mother says she fell in love,
She fell in love with a man,
Not, of this world.
So I asked her,
"If he is not of this world,
Then what is he from?"
She is the most beautiful woman,
She looked at me,
With the saddest, expression.
She told me,
"That man is of light.
And you, dear,
Are a child of light."
Am a child,
This makes sense.
I, am a child of light.
I, have decided.
I, will leave this
I Stand Downi stand down
i look up
across the angel source
open eyes in the eyes of remorse
the star lit of shine
the time of moments to pass
a choice of mine
in the sky of flawless design
the pale of moons the sun from behind
wiltimng my wings a rotten desease
will i be of fall? how will i die?
mechanical shifts in my plated mind
my shadow upon me will i be of fly
seemingless beings of opening skies
lost by myself
the sun cant dry me with clouds close by
leave my mind and the sand of time
the wilting of poison vine
let me weaver to the birds up high
let the sun feed my by the waters
the waters of life
To Be IgnoredAnd I can feel the silence.
It fills me up and drags me down under. Stillness, nothing moves. I feel nothing and I feel pressure. Stillness. Stifling cotton, I cannot hear. Mouth sewn shut yet wide open. There is no visible pain but there is pain everywhere. Painted, dripping down the walls you cannot see, the written messages too dark to make out. But they are closing in. The darkness is closing in on you faster, faster, screaming, echoing, trapped, crushed the life out of you. But yet nothing moves. Everything is grey. No black or white, nothing of color to sooth your pain. Fuzzy, drab, emotionless. Grey is not a color. Grey is a feeling. Like silence. But silence is a color. It is nothing. What color is nothing? Silence. There is absolutely nothing, like submerged under water, and yet I can feel the silence. I can feel it I can hear it closing in as I feel nothing, sinking, trapped in nothingness, stillness, nothing’s moving. No emotion. Motionless movement.
you can break
An Ode To Our Frozen King
The last words of Simon were "I do not believe in magic."
The things that were uttered after that brought events most tragic.
Upon his trek he found a girl named Marceline
Her later days have made her the vampire queen.
He protected her under his wing.
To keep his mind he needed to only sing.
He hoped for a place where everyone knew his name.
He forever teeters around, clearly insane.
His minions will walk around like mice.
As he wanders his kingdom of ice.
He is forever the ruler of a frozen wasteland.
Eternally forgetting the girl who once took his hand.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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