| Some of my personal favorites selected from my gallery. |


Faded StrokesThough hidden from my eyes, I can still feel the absence of you Like fingerprints on glass the light disruptedFaded Strokes
by the memory of your shape as it dances along the lingering remnants of your fading presence. This place grows cold and every shadow of recollection flickers, phantom figures upon the empty halls as wooden floors echo with the hollow cadence of your muted steps. Every breath becomes a cold wash flooding my lungs, chilled air crystallized within the dying warmth at my core. While the world swells beyond these frost


Solo FourThe last time I saw such brilliance in the skies I was not so aloneSolo Four


The Death of DreamsDarkened skies erupt in a crimson glare, violent explosions echoing through the night, sending earth flaming toward the sky in crushed and battered pieces. Thousands move across the taunting heat of the desert landscape, cutting through the comfort of shadows cast byThe Death of Dreams
massive steel machines hauling death upon their shoulders. Weak eyes now stare blankly towards a glowing horizon, the exuberant light of youth burned away in the vast bombardments. Shaking fingers rush to click loaded clips, tired arms struggle to carry their &nb


SynchronizeThe digits in indiglo eyesSynchronize
were spinning backward
Our time was running out
I prayed for magnetic fields
to disrupt the ticking of your
tongue, the clicking of
hour moment, final call
for second glances, no
more second chances.
Hands intersecting at
a vertical horizon, twelve
steps apart, faces glow
as pendulum bodies swing
together, violating continuity.
Blurred shapes in distant
timezones merge as one,
growing ever so minute.
| Some of my personal favorites selected from my gallery. |


Commanding Mimi"Tripping along with silver strings." This puppet master blithely singsCommanding Mimi
"Pull one once, watch her dance. Pull it thrice, she's in a trance."
Her body is no longer her own, Her soul she traded for seeds she sown.
With eyes of shattered glass She sees your future, not your past
"There is no rest for the good, Their dreams are the wicked one's food"
So they tell her when she rest in sleep Her head hung low, she breathes in deep
Good riddance she wishes to bid Doing her master's will she must instead.
Digging her ow


Broken BridgesI stand on this bridge, alone As on so many other nights Lost amongst the drone Of speeding cars and city lightsBroken Bridges
The water below is silent As it moves stealthily along And the lights on the bridge are vibrant As the radio plays the same song
And this is it, my paradise A battered bridge in the moonlight This is it, my sacrifice My life in the hands of midnight
At dawn birds sing And sunshine climbs Cellphones ring And beggars snag dimes
But now, tonight, its soundless On this landmark to be torn down A


Are You Watching Me?I (wish life would come back to me) My breath caught in my throatAre You Watching Me?
as I sobbed into the phone. I was shaking with fear.
I (want) I(t all to make sense) I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my face as I watched you walk away.
I (can only) I(magine how much) I (hurt you) Your heart beat with mine
for a few seconds and for a while we were in sync.
I (wish I had one more chance to say I lo)V(e you) She screamed in your face, and you left me, and I know you were worrying.
(e)V(erything you did pierced my heart)
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Location: Western North Carolina deviantWEAR sizing: Medium Interests: Writing, reading, movies, music, video games, hockey, poker, decorating, history, women. Music: 3 Days Grace, 30 Seconds to Mars, Alkaline Trio, Audioslave, Bad Religion, Black Sabbath, Death Cab, Dido, Disturbed, Elliot Smith, Eve 6, Fall Out Boy, Godsmack, Guns n Roses, Interpol, Linkin Park, Marilyn Manson, Mazzy Star / Hope Sandoval, Megadeth, Metallica, My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Oasis, Orgy, Ozzy, Placebo, Powerman 5000, REM, Sex Pistols, Silverchair, Slipknot, Social Distortion, Springsteen, Static-X, Stone Sour, Sublime, System of a Down, The Dreaming, The Killers, The Postal Service Movies: All of the Marx Brothers Films, All John Wayne Westerns, American Beauty, Breakfast Club, Broken Flowers, Anything Charlie Brown, Clue, Constantine, The Crow, El Dorado, Filth and the Fury, Fletch, Friday the 13th Series, Garden State, Halloween, Hero, House of Flying Daggers, Juno, Loose Change: 911, Lord of the Rings, Lost in Translation, Major League, The Matrix Trilogy, Pump up the Volume, The Bourne Ultimatum, The Replacements, Terminator 2, The Warriors, Tombstone, X-Men Trilogy, Young Guns, Zeitgeist, Zodiac Favorite Artists: Michael Whelan, Keith Parkinson, Frank Frazetta Favorite Games: Ragnarok Online, Zelda, Castlevania, Guitar Hero, SvR, Goldeye, Super Mario, Tetris, Jeopardy, Enter the Matrix, Max Payne Favorite Cartoon Characters: Charlie Brown, Doug Funnie, Darkwing Duck Favorite Authors: Edgar Allan Poe, JD Salinger, Terry Goodkind, Jean Baudrillard, Stephen King, Emily Dickinson Favorite Books: The Catcher in the Rye, Nine Stories, Wizard's First Rule, Simulacra & Simulation, The Vandal, The Rules of Attraction, The World as Will and Presentation, Common Sense, To Kill a Mockingbird Quotes: "Better that we die on our feet than live on our knees." "In a world of global deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act." "I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception." "No target on earth and no purpose on Heaven." Bio: My name is Steve, I am twenty-six years old. I began writing when I was six. I would staple together pages and create books, mostly about the Ninja Turtles. I grew serious about writing at fifteen, joined the literary magazines of my High School and College and have been doing it ever since. I've written in many different forms, poetry, prose, scripts, novels.. though I typically lean toward posting mostly poetry here on dA. I dislike the idea of being labeled as an 'emotional poet' as I consider all poetry to convey emotion in some form or another. I am currently located in Western North Carolina, though am a displaced New Yorker at heart. I will be returning to college in the fall in search of a teaching degree in History. I've held just about every job imaginable at one time or another and hated most of them, customer service isn't typically my forte. I'm somewhat introverted. I've been a member of dA for just over a year now and am learning to love it more with every day. I'm focused and determined on my writing, and also practical in that I understand it isn't everyone's flavor nor is every piece I spit out something wonderful, though I do believe there are a few gems in there. I am prone to run-on sentences also. I am attempting to become more involved in the Lit community here and dedicated to making sure Lit gets it's place in the light. |
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