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Two on the road by prevail, literature

Embers by prevail, literature

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Embers

Some oft-recovered memory harkens back to that evening, where the moon was down and sky glittered as brightly as the sea. It was cold and I handed you my jacket to wrap around your shoulders in your quiet misery, as you later relayed that you waited for a sparkle in my eyes. Oblivious, I questioned your silence with a sly reply; my reward, a slight smile burned into in my mind. The vivid flame left ruddy embers awake with longing, Our paths were crossed by destiny Herself. We brooked no disobedience. Yet consistency breeds complacency; we thus split from the weathered route. A breath of fire wafts winds of change;

Declination by prevail, literature

Perspective by prevail, literature

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Perspective

They'll say it's all about perspective as they prowl the streets in their Jaguars with their Teflon wives reflecting high-beams of the limo in their rear view mirrors, vomiting both food and condescension while they cluck at the Gucci-less bourgeois. I'd say it's all about perspective slaving at the corporate grindstone and stating that "surviving's akin to being barely alive" as I'm sitting pretty in my Bimmer and complaining about rush hour traffic, or sipping Dewar's, driving drunk and sleeping like a baby at night. But who will say "have perspective" when you're just trying to make ends meet and your boyfriend dies in a car

Crusader by prevail, literature

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Crusader

"the sea that separates the saint from sinner needs no introduction. all you need to do is walk on water." along the lines of "our beloved son" that we etched upon your tombstone, she and i sat around the fire, reminiscing about our would-have-beens. inebriating all our should-have-beens. that you knew more about the things we didn't know, or care to find inside your dressers and your mind; your carefully constructed fantasy, a fallen bastion to our righteous army. yet we wrung our hands, raging against our own crumbling foundations. too late, we discovered that happiness flutters like a tattered sock in a tornado, wh

Anticlimax by prevail, literature

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Anticlimax

It took me three days to gather up the courage to pick up the phone and dial the number written on that unassuming little paper napkin, folded and worried. Over and over. It fell to pieces on the floor. No matter - those seven numbers were burned into a barcode on my brain. With a tentative "Hello?" I made it to "May I please speak to ... " but the pressure pipes soon exploded in my head. "Anyone there?" I fell to pieces on the floor.

The stoning by prevail, literature

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The stoning

she hit the dusty ground with a cry. scraped knees and a sting in her eye the least of her concerns. judges, standing by, recite the sentence and quickly melt into the rabid mob. she was innocent, they knew: blind Justice isn't always right, only blind (it makes it easier to justify) and here the case was steadfastly the latter. her husband's debts a tarnished crown for her brow: unwise rocks held high, the executioners milled listlessly for the call (the bloodletting). clutching sky, hoping her redemption was in the form of quickness, she writhed and wormed around with her broken body. the sun cast winged shadows overhead.

Ruminations on a grand piano by prevail, literature

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Ruminations on a grand piano

the texture of ebony skin encapsulating ivory reawakens emotions in me, all that i have held within. dire sound mires passion before one realizes the cost of miseducation; quality lost by blind teachers: condescension. fugue allegretto - a brisk pace for a dirge i sang before i submerged and disappeared into the darkest shoals. the curve and arc of incidence contemplates its own existence as it circ-umvents the reality of its own impotence.

Transience by prevail, literature

Gorgon perspective by prevail, literature

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Gorgon perspective

The spade kicks up another pile Of memory laden clay, malformed and malcontent; Product of our festering fission, fissure Too wide to channel, too wide to cross over In the damning years of yesterday's news. Headlines speak from the heart, Fire from the hip, because heartaches never Follow high noon rules. You packed revolvers, and pieces Of me at peace, you passed to crows. Driven stakes through bone, Marrow, there I will lay in swallowed agony Before your heel crushes my head. Send me tumbling into the earth So that I can slake my thirst for dirt. Still alive, yet barely breathing Mud around my crown reflects a Gorgon Persp

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In the span of sixteen minutes by prevail, literature

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In the span of sixteen minutes

3:41AM. Dreams are parking in the driveway of your mind; Nestling in the crevices that unconsciousness squanders While you stare content through your eyelids Tucked in—nothing can reach you through Your security blanket hem. Tell me, what do I see? Frazzled, turning towards the light, I hear voices streaked with static As the blinding white Strikes pure (Mjolnir!) and bleaches me. Take this towards the trembling tenor As he weeps for love of her Seated in this melancholy The lone violin cries out, her tears Lashing out against the fury of the silver roar. Lavender champagne fizzles, bittersweet. The taste of what lies beneat

Torrents by prevail, literature

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Torrents

The torrents slash the tapestry To blind the eyes of Adam's seed. The fall, the rise, the enterprise; Tells tales of exodus reprised. From eons past, his mind set free First born, his eyes the first to see Foreshadowed sun sets in decay For tainted sight witnessed the day. His mate, his wife and counterpart Held loyal heart's deceiving start. He followed her to mortal end, His honor dashed, a curse to Man. Our story ends, and life restarts. Oh, one by one, the fear descends. The meaning wrought, we gathered 'round, Trees bursting from the light and sound. Throes panic all those still awake! And then, it passed! The storm aba

Internal commentary by prevail, literature

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Internal commentary

The sun forgot to break through today. Its rays stopped, silenced by the clouds. The orange ring, the lone symbol, resonates In the sky that mirrors all my pain. Days fall away between the spaces Where I have to read in tears, the whispers. Searching for meaning in an existence Where the clues that bore into your mind Only take you farther away from the truth. Striding down the corridors of consciousness To dig up forgotten memories, mnemonics, Heuristics that I used to make it day to day. People that I love, I hate, I miss with passion That forces me to cry as lustily as I do. Return me to the day when silence screams Louder t

One foundation stone by prevail, literature

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One foundation stone

Secrets: your weakness Glint in your eyes, a marker For two betrayals. Action paints your face Flustered, signs of guilt plastered All across these walls. Stuff dynamite down The laundry chute next to the One foundation stone. Fascinating fire Igniting wood and stone with Dire consequence. Led with carrot strung With copper. Course electric. Shock. Resolution.

Facade by prevail, literature

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Facade

Sympathy a strength I share so others might believe. A mighty oak standing against the wind, Weak and alone Blocking gales for helpless saplings taking root. I struggle for Grasp my hands outstretched when you tumble into the sea Acceptance, Terrified, losing grip and forgetting how to swim. Fearing that this Lean into a shoulder trained to weather through your storm. Mask

Lines drawn in the sand by prevail, literature

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Lines drawn in the sand

Emotions erupt in a haze of confusion. My hands, shaking mightily from anticipation, Settle nervously in your denim-clad lap. Who knew things would begin this way? Curiosity couples intensity; this being the first foray Down a road only lovers tread. I've dreamt of this day for months, But awake, I threw them out the window in disgust. This tasteless taboo that deserved no elaboration. I hold your hand. Your breath betrays a Terrified wonder, reflecting the night off your face. Absorbed by my entire being. The final act, this kiss repaid a thousand-fold. We stumble on our own accord, dazed by implication; Full moon, our only wi

Of consequence by prevail, literature

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Of consequence

So many teeth are eyeing my disguise, For further is the line that bars our closet minds. Cry out! Southern melancholy reigns! Shout out loud for the Baptist masses! Devouring saints to ravage the region; Gather the troops of deleterious legions. Satiate the fractured vitriolic! Is it time to sift the sand for gold again? Metallic voices spit orange corrosion, Dishonest traditions instigate erosion. Abhor the abject waiting mouths miming, \"Holy, holy, holy!\" to their basest idols. Inconsequence, insofar as staying correlated? Of consequence, demand that our faith be sated! Turn away from those that seek to rot you. Turn away

Unexpected meeting logged by prevail, literature

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Unexpected meeting logged

"Hello?" "HELLO? HELLO? OH, THANK GOD, I REACHED SOMEONE!" "Sir, you're going to have to slow down. What's the problem?" "Hello?" "OKAY, YES, I'M RUNNING TOWARDS THE OLD GREEN BARN, I'M ABOUT TWO MILES AWAY." "Sir, you need to explain what's going on." "OKAY I WAS JOGGING DOWN THE STREET ON MY NORMAL RUN WHEN I SAW A BRIGHT LIGHT IN THE SKY AND … WHAT THE--?" "Is everything all right?" "I SAW LIGHTS AND THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED, THE TREES AND THE ROAD DISAPPEARED AND I WAS WITH PEOPLE IN WHITE CLOTHES, ONLY THEY WEREN'T PEOPLE! YOU GOTTA HELP ME! PLEASE, SEND SOMEONE TO THE" "Sir! Please calm down! Someone will be with you shor

The holiest guild by prevail, literature

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The holiest guild

Voices rejoice while cherubim build Emotional/physical beauty instilled The fuel to feed the fire fulfilled Destiny's hand grips the holiest guild Pure peerless angels had no strength to fly Birthright of mortals refused to comply Engines of nightmares wrought iron awry Its witnesses purged the holiest guild Mountains of fire that Eden forbade Draw closer to throw the immortal grenade Turning internal the struggle replayed Thus sacrilege marred the holiest guild Impacted chaos ignites ceaselessly Withers the household of false piety Disaster resplendent in calamity Heaven's might crushing the holiest guild Fallen white spires

Sand and sea by prevail, literature

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Sand and sea

sand and sea, two different sides two different sides to you and me you are the shore, drowned by the tides of oceans that I am to be what we once had, a rarity into the sun that slightly steals the water of its clarity to never know what it reveals so we walk and watch as we draw plainly from what was to come each blinded by his vanity submits to its incessant drum then incomplete in our own ways we stray as we keep closed our eyes to stride the path of banished rays those tarnished runes of our demise

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Inhibition As Chemical Process by errantmystic, literature

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Inhibition As Chemical Process

Amazing, that these molecules, nimble as the calloused fingers which twitch with the scent of you, can break down the will caging my wants. Then you are slowly gorgeous, almost loveable, woman enough to brand my dilated retina, shred my feigned restraint. My nose slides over slick skin, carving shudders from weakness, hunting your flesh in service to this mercenary orgasm. One day, erectus stretched and evolved so that, on exposure to morning, novice transmitters streamed forth, unsure but willing, to induce remorse.

B I T C H by hojucult by hojucult, literature

The Longest Shower by silenceinnumbers, literature

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The Longest Shower

The water was hot. God, it was hot. Probably the hottest water I'd ever felt. I wasn't gonna say jack shit about it though. I wasn't gonna move out of it neither. As far as showers go this was my first real one in two weeks that felt more like 2 eons. One boy. One bar of soap. Hot water. No guards. No fights. I was happy that the only blood running down the drain was old. From ancient souvenirs of the 39 days prior. 1 day passed out in an empty lot at the intersection Broome and Hester with a 6-inch knife through my thigh. 1 day in the hospital, and 37 days in the hands of people deemed caretakers. Minus the care, earned me 4 minor stab wo

Streetlit Moonlight by beaconduit, literature

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Streetlit Moonlight

Streetlit Moonlight I can barely see my pensive breath Which shines, and fades away. Oh, the way you wear upon My mind, each blinding day! Beams reflecting, weaving out A cloth, inside. Fabric casting shadows on My thoughts, which hide: Shyly like the humble boy Who hears, desk in the back. Answers dance around him yet He fears, and his voice cracks. How I want to cloak myself With thread, the spool beneath! I'll cover you each night beside Your bed, in moonlight's reach! The moon shone in my darkness like A soul, a cratered ball. Ribbons flowing through the shrouded Folds, touching them all. Now inside-out, my cloak a

A thought made flesh by elenehn, literature

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A thought made flesh

In toil, hands wrapped tight around the quill Wades poetry, surrounded by the fray, To crush the morn with heavy handed chill. Adorned words, jewel dripped, heard with great dismay Clutch at emotion, thirsting now to slay With punctuation, meter terse and ripped. Yet something wrong and strange causes delay; A song, a thought made flesh from fresh drawn script. Its coil of unkempt flight and fancy still Weaves sound, unfounded, brazen, wild and fey. A rush of scorn is left unvoiced until Adorned words, jewel dripped, heard with great dismay, Such notions muddles, burries with a stray And complex wording, verses made of clipped,

A Tribute to Jenny Ex by ubetyourboots, literature

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A Tribute to Jenny Ex

Sharpie marker ticket on my hand-- I'm reminded of you tonight in the glow of this gasoline bonfire unchallenged by the midnight downpour; rust belt rain joins your forgotten name under my tongue. The keg fills my red-or-blue-only cup and my lips hide in the hops from any recycled degenerate promises that weren't unlike you. I decide to let the massage of your memory drive my curled toes into the mud while I moisten the dirt inside with this honeyless mead why? Because Scott Weiland failed me again. To forget how warm my hands always are. To remember when your namesake wasn't an excuse. And these technicolor Jell-O shots g

February 17 2003 Part 3 by teamjoe, literature

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February 17 2003 Part 3

So it\'s not the end of the world, And it never was. I know you love me too, And I know you mean it. I won\'t question it like I did before, I keep replaying parts from the night before, And like before, I found myself finding myself. Slowly, I casted away my terms and conditions, And, it\'s better this way. I won\'t hesitate, to take your hand, And I know that you won\'t pull it away from me, I am sure of that, At least for now. So with my eyes open, And you keep yours closed, At least while we kiss. Even though, I love staring into your eyes dreamily, But the hunger in my eyes, Has not yet developed into a greed, I don\'t

After Her Fall--Wishing by tessuraea, literature

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After Her Fall--Wishing

Long or not so long after the fall, the irony cuts deeply and I watch, trapped behind glass, watch wounds that need sutures and wish I could stitch them with thread made of sinew and a needle of bone. Instead my fingers are caught by keys, my bones not so useful as a needle now, only fumbling, striking the syllables, wishing I could translate emotion into language with any precision. How do I say that I wish I could bleed for you? You chose, a choice not entire but a choice, and lost that in the instant. Of all the wounds you bear, that is the worst. You lived in the wind's arms and the water's, through some kindness perhaps

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An insomniac on leaving by prevail, literature

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An insomniac on leaving

In fetal torpor I lie awake as Sterile fluorescence flickers underneath my door. Imagining climes were warmer and problems Few and far between, the lush static of Waves crashing on the California shore. Back to reality. Every new day a red X. Every new hour an experience lost. Happenstance and random occurrences Are clutched at with zeal. A finite number of dawns and sunsets. No more next times. Returning to the house Simultaneously comforting and cold. My children playing in the rooms Where I used to hold tight a shaking brother As his tears seared the memory in my brain. A beautiful scar. Faces fade, and in years hence Wh

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prevail

Sep 21, 2003

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It's been a while, I know.  I have been pretty inactive on multiple fronts (both travail (https://www.deviantart.com/travail) and prevail (https://www.deviantart.com/prevail) have been pretty quiet), but that is because I am literally swamped senseless with work. I guess I should consider myself lucky: I have a job now, and working my butt off trying to keep all sides of my life happy and content.  Insofar as I don't have a meltdown or accidentally kill myself, I daresay things are going well. That being said, sometimes neglect is inevitable, and unfortunately, the dA community, and my friends here ... you are the recipient.  A thousand apologies.  I will do my best. Here is a new one from me.  I am pr

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prevail

Jul 23, 2003

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I AM SUFFERING FROM THE WORST WRITER'S BLOCK IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD! I'm back. Sort of.

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prevail

Jul 23, 2003

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Sorry guys, I know it's been a while.  I've been super-busy trying to get my life in order.  Things will start trickling in, I promise.

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phoenixreal

Mar 2, 2006

Random

from a long absent deviant. I came back and thought I would drop off a load of

for all my favorite Deviants, which you are among!

You are deserving of

and

thecolourblue

Sep 24, 2005

I hope you know I still think of you every now and then, and I wonder how you are.

Are you ever coming back? I miss you.

PenWieldingPoets

Sep 14, 2005

~PenWieldingPoets is a newly formed community for poets that use meter.
If you use meter, or would like to learn, please drop by!

inebriate

Sep 28, 2004

Haven't seen you in forever.
Hope everything is well with you, sir.

discern

Feb 6, 2004

You too. Perhaps I'll keep an eye(s) on you.
And spread -a round- a bit. Was browsing your work, quite nice.

school

Nov 7, 2003

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You didn't see this link . It's important.

driftwood

Oct 20, 2003

Thought I'd drop by, see if you had anything new to share with us. Apparently not. I'll add you to the watch list in case you stumble upon the sight with intent of expressing yourself.

take care.