He climbs up, cane in hand, jacket glowing green
in the afternoon sun.
Rocks fall off the cliff, his feet slipping,
trying to find firmer ground.
He crests the impregnable mountain, rising above the edge
of this impossible cliff.
He gazes over his domain, the horizon falling off into the distance,
land meeting sky.
Mountains to his right, oceans to his left;
He is king of all that he sees.
Clouds start to boil around his feet,
covering up what he once was able to rule.
He continues, walking off the cliff,
continuing into the rest of his life.
He is a ghost that no one sees nor hears.
He is the wanderer.
Cold Black Dawn
By: Simon RavenHeart
as I headed down I-24 at 4 o'clock in the morning, my thoughts drifted. Back to you, to our failed relationship. Or should I say "relationships." Not really surprised at that. It's where my mind always turns when I am depressed, angry, or at any other time. Even though, right at that moment I hated your guts, I couldn't stop thinking about you. This is always how it was, is, and hopefully will not be. Every time I think about you, butterflies form in my stomach, along with the bile.
My eyes narrow at the thought of how we broke up. Found another guy, my ass. You just found out that you couldn't use me a
Raven's Awakening
I awake, not sure of who I am,
not human, not alive, yet still I can,
move, and see, and hear nature all around.
then it all comes back, starting with the sound.
I was driving along, not paying attention,
when I hear a screech; did i mention
I was going 20+, not thinking a bit,
and so it came that I got hit.
I remember the smell of gasoline burning,
I couldn't help it, my head wasn't turning,
the last thing I remember was an enormous blast.
and my vision receding increasingly fast.
now I awake, on top of mine own grave
I am a raven now, I am now a slave
to God and his divine providence
I awake and fly away wi
He climbs up, cane in hand, jacket glowing green
in the afternoon sun.
Rocks fall off the cliff, his feet slipping,
trying to find firmer ground.
He crests the impregnable mountain, rising above the edge
of this impossible cliff.
He gazes over his domain, the horizon falling off into the distance,
land meeting sky.
Mountains to his right, oceans to his left;
He is king of all that he sees.
Clouds start to boil around his feet,
covering up what he once was able to rule.
He continues, walking off the cliff,
continuing into the rest of his life.
He is a ghost that no one sees nor hears.
He is the wanderer.
Cold Black Dawn
By: Simon RavenHeart
as I headed down I-24 at 4 o'clock in the morning, my thoughts drifted. Back to you, to our failed relationship. Or should I say "relationships." Not really surprised at that. It's where my mind always turns when I am depressed, angry, or at any other time. Even though, right at that moment I hated your guts, I couldn't stop thinking about you. This is always how it was, is, and hopefully will not be. Every time I think about you, butterflies form in my stomach, along with the bile.
My eyes narrow at the thought of how we broke up. Found another guy, my ass. You just found out that you couldn't use me a
Raven's Awakening
I awake, not sure of who I am,
not human, not alive, yet still I can,
move, and see, and hear nature all around.
then it all comes back, starting with the sound.
I was driving along, not paying attention,
when I hear a screech; did i mention
I was going 20+, not thinking a bit,
and so it came that I got hit.
I remember the smell of gasoline burning,
I couldn't help it, my head wasn't turning,
the last thing I remember was an enormous blast.
and my vision receding increasingly fast.
now I awake, on top of mine own grave
I am a raven now, I am now a slave
to God and his divine providence
I awake and fly away wi
Current Residence: The land that never was deviantWEAR sizing preference: L Print preference: none Favourite genre of music: any Favourite style of art: cartoonish realism w/o the funny-serious factor Operating System: windows vista MP3 player of choice: ipod touch Shell of choice: TEH MAGIC CONCH Wallpaper of choice: paranormal Skin of choice: pokemans Favourite cartoon character: shishio makoto Personal Quote: only the crazies have fun...all 8 of us
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Van Gogh, Mozart, and Smeargle
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any fast and furious
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Silverstein, A7x, Muse
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william wordsworth
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Need for speed: Most Wanted
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