Security/ParanoiaI feel safe in the middle of the night.Security/Paranoia by DerelictVampire
No one’s going to ask anything of me.
No one expects anything from me.
All the piggies are warm in their blankets;
no police will show up and arrest me.
I can do anything I want; I can do nothing.
And no one will be there to judge;
no one will tell me what’s right or wrong,
what I should be doing, how I should be living.
I’m alone, and it’s dark. And there’s nowhere I can go.
Until the sun rises,
We Are the LightI thought raw truth might move them.We Are the Light by DerelictVampire
sincerity might make a difference.
But against an onslaught of misunderstanding there is no defense.
I'm called names.
I'm told I can't defend myself...
even while I'm fighting back.
Why do I continue?
Because that is what I do,
that's what we do.
When the people out there tell us we are unworthy
of compassion, respect
when they tell us we are nothing
and don't deserve to even be here,
The Future is a Rabbit I never expected things to change. Living in the monastery away from the rumblings of society instilled in me a peacefulness the citizens of nearby Edinburgh, with their modern steam engines and bustle of industry, could never understand. But when she came all of us turned, momentarily, from the communion of evening prayers and introspection of morning meditation to a new presence, a different grace that burned bright and distracted us for a time until it was gone. Then nothing was quite the same.The Future is a Rabbit by DerelictVampire
I was born in Aviemore, a little town up in the highlands known to the rest of Great Britain as only a small tourist destination. And we did have several bed-and-breakfasts that catered to the incoming element wanting to experience our "quaint" country living or the neo-Celts who looked for anything mystical and slightly misty. But what I remember most were
DidgeridooIntrepid moments play like fire against all our unscreamed becoming.Didgeridoo by DerelictVampire
She lies there in my lap, pulls my neck to her face
and kisses me on the cheek.
I don't question it.
I don't wonder at all the other opportunities that lay in wait.
Her kiss is sweet. Her smell like a flower.
In this moment, it's all I've ever wanted all I could possibly need.
Whatever it means tomorrow,
she pulled me to her.
I hear the far-off sounds of an ancient trumpet.
Not brassy but earthy
as if the world itself, in its primordial blossom,
was crying softly on the wind.
I want to be in that space.
I want to float on that breeze.
SpeakA small sadness creeps inside me like a fog...not grey or white but shadowy,Speak by DerelictVampire
a thick, dark material rolling around a tiny compartment deep inside my body.
It's a reality of me I can never express: the uncomfortable position it puts people in
perhaps misconstrued as a cry for help or demand for comfort...
and not simply a need to let it out, to recognize that it's there,
that it's part of who I am
it is respected, has a voice, is not condemned to silence.
But in a poem it becomes an offering, pushing outward,
not a self-involved request for the world to do something.
And I think,
We turn our backs, we look away, we offer silence in response...
because everyone has that fog,
and how can we face it in another,
when we don't know how to cure ourselves?
HopeEverything crashes around me.Hope by DerelictVampire
The same old, same old story twines its piece throughout my everyday
For the tenth time today I want to cry.
What a pussy of a man I am we're not supposed to feel
we're not supposed to show our tears.
And as it all comes down, the twin towers of hate and rage
my own terrorist fighting against the imperfections of a system
never chosen to rape the world
(but there we are nonetheless)
I am the disquiet I am the void I am the chaos
you seek to avoid
does not exist.
the workers, the avengers, the common mortals
breathe the dust of destruction and do what must be done.
The bodies are recovered. The families are reunited though in death.
Because we have a purpose, because there is a future,
we dig through the rubble
and find what the world thought was lost
We will not succumb.
Recover Your LifeBringing you.. The Butterfly Project from RecoverYourLife.com.Recover Your Life by TouchedWithFire
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Make a Difference #139Artists join deviantART to share their art and appreciate others. Due to the many artists out there, its easy to get towed under and generally obscured from the public.Make a Difference #139 by 3wyl
Make a Difference aims to do exactly that. This series of articles will hopefully make a difference to you as well as the artists featured weekly. Just by giving one minute of your time to write constructive comments, favourites and even watches will make a difference to these artists.
:iconXGothsxPoisonX: makes brilliant use of sun flares and lighting presented either naturally or artificially. There are barely any comments on many of her pieces, yet theyre fantastic in their own unique, individual way.
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