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the nowi can only observe what only i have heard
stirred up blurs that swerve and return
murmurs and faint sounds and subtletys
did someone speak or am i hearing things
again and again i wanna know wtf was said
i wanna show whats in my head but no...
the highs and the lows only i can know
i throw myself for a loop a few times daily
im afraid my observation skills are failing
if i've portrayed anything less, im not saying
im propped up against a 2-way mirror
looking in on myself looking in on myself-
mash potatoes n dave-Ei get so paranoid i give myself a heart attack-
then i see secret messages when the shards crack back-
man i go hard and act wack-
see stars n fall on my back-
i cant feel my arms and legs and it frightens me as a matter of fact-
this shit whips me into a frenzy laced panic attack-
i spit shit that'll get messy ace and call it spastic rap-
it might even be a magic act-
a slightly genius drastic flashback-
im fightin these evil demons from hell who have come to drag me back-
so i said cut me some slack-
and then i busted some caps-
put my finger on the trigger then i pulled that motherfucker back-
that officially labels me a demon slayer-
you listening satan imma see you later-
make me some fuckin eggs and fry me some taters-
breakfast tastes like hell i cant wait for lunch later-
i love brunch man so fuck you haters-
yo i cut up some honeydew melon, any takers?
fuck that i want cake n make it devils food-
i bust raps for days its cake i represent it dude-
360 spun like full circles get
no need to explaindancing into the abstract, steppin' up the kicks and poppin' up with the collar, peep a mothafucka standin' alot taller... breathe in the new ways, ease the truth, no need to explain, this is shifting into the new image to ascertain... this is the new definition of bein' high, scrapin' the skyz, fulfilling a personal meaning of completeness in the eyez, cuz life likes to administer its unique feeling of surprise... rockin' it, preference is to fly, fly with the wind and the breeze and the lights, like it when they blink, i see style within mystique, feel it when words cause deep thinking... what others see as random and absent of meaning, only one has the ability and piece of mine/peace of mind to really see and feel the meaning, and i mean this deeply, this i know theres no need to explain but within me it carries just so god damn much meaning....
self-transforming machine elvesdon't get distracted
by the patterns of activity
as you climb-
keep soaring forward
until you blast through
to the other side-
a whole new world
where time is swirled
and the entities are so happy you've arrived-
speaking in objects,
you must remember their message,
because it will deeply affect your life-
the same spotthe mist of the meaning
i ingest what you're feeling
broken down like compounds
there's something about downtown
i aim to feel release
from defeat, these city's streets
invisible moving and shaking
this town ain't what you make it
it's nothing to trade your life for
sitting in the same spot every minute
just the same old shit, same fucking shit
sun goes up and down like a slow motion strobe light
in this battle if you don't know, don't fight-
versatile forms of lyrical functionsmixes in with the least of things
like the feverish heat it brings
standing there watching time slow
inside that stare its so well known
its all around its swirling out here
so it turns out i'm an imagineer
i disappear from faulty retrospect
never take for granted introspect
i suspect things always work out
or serendipity will dissipate doubt
how nice is perpetual high spirits
i'm fearless like, "i won't hear this."
only thing that i hold sacred
is the unimaginable way to take it
meaningful waves will flood you
words are real and ring the truth
never let fallacies slip and contort
face reality don't sell yourself short
remember to always laugh at shit
for this is all just holographic shit-
no floatconfused thoughts
is my bad habit
getting lost at sea
criss-crossing the Atlantic
through my brain
with torrential downpours
is my thinking
i wave goodbye
as i'm sinking-
agitatedthese random faces of insignificant specks
all drastically chasing their own shadowy deaths-
progression is stealing my breath, because a destiny of nothing left
has got me collapsing under the debt that i owe to myself
but theres nothing left-
theres nothing left, look through to me,
i got a few screws loose, but thats nothing new to me-
i'm agitated, over-imaginative, and lacking a sensible way to explain this
what the fuck is going on i cant take this
swervin' out my brain, burnin' out the day-
this is a nice way to see the night go away-
im thinkin ultra-clear but all signs say braindead-
im feelin' so vivid although my swayz stay faded-
lets see how many "wtf's happening"'s i got left: none-
this is why at times i dont mind clouds blocking the sun-
the entire sky can peep me leavin my gaze up there-
my tired mind needs peace due to drastic collapses of care-
nevertheless, my inner fire still smolders-
unaffected by the worlds gradually gettin colder-
i just shake the dust off my mothafuckin shoulders-
continue to rack my brain about a Golden Moment Smoker-
fleeting moments gettin gone in an instant-
see im right there but my lifes just lackin the live in it-
it is what it is, and this is all just poetic radiation-
"im sorry you had a bad dream" i said with a smile, and a heart racin...-
Oklahoma Officer Arrested For RapeAn Oklahoma City police officer, accused of committing sex crimes while on duty, was arrested Thursday in northwest Oklahoma City.
Oklahoma City police officer, Daniel Holtzclaw, was arrested at 3 p.m. Thursday in the parking lot of Gold’s Gym near Memorial and Penn.
He has been charged with rape in the first degree, rape by instrumentation, three counts of forcible sodomy, two counts of sexual battery and two counts indecent exposure.
Full story: http://revolution-news.com/oklahoma-officer-arrested-rape-sexual-battery-7-black-women-duty/
In Tokyo 40,000 Rise Up Against Fascism40,000 people are now in front of the residence of the prime-minister in Japan. Protests are mainly focused on the government’s plans for military reforms, which would turn Japan back to fascism, back to being a war mongering country. War should be against those in the palaces, they say. This signals a shift in the security policy, since it’s based on an interpretation of the constitution by the government as the cabinet alone having the right to adopt any change in the security policy. See more here, in Japanese. People also protest against nukes, and capitalists’ exploitation of workers, “who are forced to overwork until they commit suicide”. They plan to protest tomorrow too.
Full story: http://revolution-news.com/tokyo-rises-fascism-people-everywhere-live-blog/
Tagged because I'm me
My name is Scr1b3
I was born in New Zealand, and I really don’t care
About you, your gender, or your nationality. (Or anything else people are prejudiced against these days…)
I get inspired by art, by people, the world and everything.
I speak English, a bit of French, Hebrew, but feel free to educate me
KNOWLEDGE. Knowledge is power
My biggest life goal is to survive. It is currently also my hardest project
And no I will not post my name
Did you know that wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by over 700 times?
If I follow trends, it’s either cos they’re worth following, or you are
I like black. But glow-in-the dark’s nice too
I also like Ingress, (t’ game) most children, and anything that lives, breathes and doesn’t purposefully try to make my life a misery
I’d prefer to be less social than I am, but alas, people seem to have this annoying habit of becoming attached to me, and then I start to like
Love isn't love when it isn't love and this isn'tWhen you told me your name,
you forgot to tell me about your family.
About your brothers and sisters,
your parents and grandparents
aunts and uncles,
second cousins twice removed-
You didn't say anything about the town you grew up in.
The country that you left.
You chose prettier words as you traced love across my arms.
Longing across my skin.
And emptiness along my lips.
Shadows played in your eyes.
skeletons you hadn't buried in your rush to escape,
or maybe you sent them out to sea, but they kept washing back up.
There was so much I wanted to ask you.
You are not the first broken boy
who has come asking me to fix him.
As if my hands were magic,
my love were surgery.
My lips stitching you up at the sides.
when you were running from something
or after something
but all I knew is what I was chasing
I couldn't risk losing.
His skin still smelled of his home country.
Dusty ground and warm memories.
Hardly fitting here on the beach,
but I treasured it anyway.
What will beIf we put down our guns
If we let go of our bombs
If we get off our ships
If we get off our jets
what will be there for us?
We will lose everything,
if we don't fight
we will fail,
we will die
with no identity.
We will lose our homes,
our children will starve to death,
what will be there for us?
when they're taking our lives
one by one.
If we stop fighting now,
what will be there for us?
who will defend our countrymen?
who will protect the our fatherland?
What will be there for us?
if we give up now,
there's nothing left
but ashes of loss.
Hindsight 20/20Bittersweet are my apples of green
Green to the very core of what I hold dear
I hate tart
But it is all I know
My taste buds yearn for something more
So I venture to the boundary
Like I have time and time again
With its attempts to separate the laws of attraction
But it cannot deny the longing that I feel within
I gaze upon the crimson tempters
So close and yet so far
Just out of reach
I won’t have to walk far
To sink my teeth into a blushing forbidden fruit
My mouth salivates for a scarlet tender and sweet
So I cross the line and start
A life among the luscious fruit aflame
A short time passes
And they all decay
Humbled by a bittersweet rotting heap
Of those that had seen better days
I have a moment of clarity
And confront my past of greed
As I reminisce of a past life
With tartness green
CaidoÁrmate, ármate de valor, trobador,
que sea destino desde tu cuna el cielo
para su humo y nubes reforjar de nuevo,
para un nuevo principio, el verdadero comienzo.
Oh, las humaredas de polvos de carbón,
destacando en la cúpula por nuestra pobreza.
Te digo, trobador, que sulfure tu corazón
para que azufre escupa el suelo y sus grietas.
Que se queden el terror los indignos
pues por no ser perros, son nada.
Tú, trobador, sangra la certeza de tu tino
en batalla, donde el plasma no descansa.
A la fragua, ve, flautista de Asgard,
cumple con la caída a este mundo
pues al cielo debes probar
que de entre este tumulto vas a destacar.
Más rápido que la luz vas a brotar
para que las miradas se posen en tu ser,
como el sol cuando va a descansar
pues eres el más bello en el pírico atardecer.
Ahora apaga las lloviznas de ponzoña,
adopta el destino por el que eres ángel caído:
que tiemblen los mortales en actitud temblorosa
ante la pr
love history1. He taught me to forget. Most days, I'm pretty good at it. But every once in a while his memory gets caught in my teeth. I try to swallow it down but it stays stuck like a lump in my esophagus.
2.I loved sitting in that quiet house with you watching movies because I knew that at the end of the night we would wind up talking for hours about the things that we'd been wanting to say all along.
I used activities as a means to an end.
I wasn't really all that interested in bowling or laser tag or swimming, or the park; I was interested in you. And that was all I needed. If you were there I would be too. If there was a place you wanted to go, I would go with you.
You were the first boy I ever loved but somehow I always felt insecure. Like my hold over you was frayed from the start. Like maybe you belonged to another girl, one you hadn't even met yet but who would love you like a poem, like you should have always been loved.
3. He was testing his wings but I could not help him fly. He wasn'
Rainy DayShe's walking down the road this way,
Dripping wet; she doesn't care.
Bruise on cheek,
Black left eye,
Stormy rain clouds,
A wet leaf trembling in the breeze,
Words chase tails in her head,
A hundred things she hasn't said,
A thousand things she has to say,
But not right here, Not today.
Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happens
meanwhile, the drastic double-back
they can't see where they are going
with no light, so they darkstep...
but if there is trouble in paradise
it's a major concern--
we all love sunny days
but everyone hates a sunburn...
it's the way they crash n' burn
that makes their face taste the
rugburn in a way that they make
sure no one else gets hurt...
and the shallow will pull you under,
so deep... take my word for it...
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