A VisitLike th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.'
Something: [link]
- S.H.
PS Won't be properly back for a long time. Just dropping by.
~small-hope
Proverbial CharacterisationFavourites
Perhaps a rose doth blossomPerhaps a rose doth blossom Amidst the thorns coiled 'round a hardened heart; A heart of stone and wormwood, Wherein a seething hatred flows.Perhaps a rose doth blossom
For flames of hatred hath affected The heat of passion, the warmth of life renewed, And the budding flower thus nurtured hath revealed Memories of beauty to eyes of introspection.
These same eyes have glared, This passion to the world bared; And as this world recoils in contempt, These eyes rest, placidly exempt From the hatred that would have hardened a weaker heart.
by ~Ethan-Oxide
Everyday ArtI love the sound of the rain During a maths test. Where I can look out the window And see nigh-horizontal strokes Where the clouds have painted Beauty across my vision.Everyday Art
I love the smell of roasted potato On a bright Sunday morning. Placed in the middle of a clean table, Surrounded by fresh peas,
Yorkshire pudding and chicken. A perfectly-crafted tapestry By a smiling woman with water-colour eyes.
I love the sight of a shiny-backed beetle As it trundles over pebbles and sand, Unhurried, undisturbed.
The careful plodding of something
by ~Underground-Rogue
i love yaby ~yoferdinand
LonelydeviantID
| Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling fruit they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee. There the Loves - a circle - go, The flaming circle of our days, Gyring, spiring to and fro In those great ignorant leafy ways; Remembering all that shaken hair And how the winged sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care: Beloved, gaze in thine own heart. |
Devious Info
- Interests: Permanent Flirtation.
- Favourite movie: The Crow/Fifth Element/Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Tool/Muse/Deftones
- Favourite genre of music: Transgressive/metal/Hard rock
- Favourite poet or writer: TS Eliot / Donne / Yeats / Underground Rogue
- Personal Quote: 'You're into depression, coz it matches your eyes.'
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, blood, paper.
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- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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mY dReaM iS To fLy
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liFe iS liKe a rOaD... kEEp wAlKinG aNd nEvEr lOOk bAcK
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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