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Confessions of a Soulmate, Widowed

I thought I came to terms with my newfound destiny these dreams of a future with you, And our little, sacred trinity lay shattered around me when you left... To somewhere higher you ascended, I pray - I pray you're no longer in pain. Yet still I'm here, clueless on how to begin yet again. And all these promises we made each other That I never, ever, could keep, They haunt me at night - in my wake as the dreams in my sleep... But we were supposed to be soulmates, my dear - "'Till death do us part" mustn't ambush this near! I thought I came to terms with losing my destiny... These shattered dreams of a future - with you and our little, holy trinity Thanks for our memories... mementos from once joyous melancholy These gifts of our past are all I've left.

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163 deviations
TWYNTH (hope/strength) bookmark

Featured

134 deviations
Literature

Marathon of Sprints

It will never end! Every time the line is crossed Starts another lap

Drowsy Haikus

29 deviations
Literature

Highway Witch

Highway witch, Oh, highway witch, Guide the lost without a hitch Nevermind Who you'll find Treat 'em kind, dear highway witch. Me, myself and I got stranded once upon a time, My phone dead, and my wallet shy of bus fair. A pretty maiden spoke to me and took my two cents for a dime The bus came, but she vanished to thin air. A gypsy sat right next to me but did he see her, too? I told him of my story and he said my eyes spoke true He spoke of wonders wandering the roads that lead to Rome And of the witch who wanders, blessing travelers to get home. "The Highway witch! Great highway witch! Flies to lift those in a ditch thundercrack She'll w

Blue Moon

5 deviations
Literature

The Faceless And The Scarred - Ch.1

Chapter one - Walking Away. The neon lights flashed violently in an array of colors as they wrestled each other for the attention of passerby, and a warm vapor exudes from the cars on the road and overpowers the chilly winter’s evening. A baby cries in the front seat of a silver Suzuki, longing for its pacifier, one could only guess. "Aww, don't cry, Ricky." the mother shushed him nervously while trying to steer. "Mommy's here, we're almost home. Shh..." And that is when the mother saw her, point blank in the middle of the road. She screamed louder than her shrieking car break. Penelope Gardner was rushing home that night, runnin

The Faceless and the Scarred

8 deviations
Literature

Axys Tirne: Powerless Ch1

“Is this thing on?” I double checked my camera, to make sure it was rolling and streaming, I adjusted my script so it would be visible and would read along as I go, a red streaming dot glowed faintly, and the Earth date was set to match my calendar: March 12th, 2119. “All right, everybody, Roxanne Here, and I am coming to you live from New Washington Street, right here on the Naig; doing a pilot stream for my ‘Then and Now’ assignment!” I flourished my introduction with down-to-earth formalities. If I was stuck with an assignment, I may as well have fun with it. I turned my hand-me-down, hand-held camera t

Axys Trne

6 deviations
Literature

Only the Best

every other day I wonder What do you love about me? Every day I fret if it will always be enough? but I hear you laugh and share with me the facets of your heart you gave me more than I could need before I took the part Every other day I ponder what's this charm of mine you see? Every day with no regret even when I do... foolish stuff. But I hear you laugh and share with me the whims behind the rose You gave me more than I could need before I held you close. my foolish heart, it hungered so it settles for only the best. How'd you find me, dear princess? Every other day you remark "you're an idiot." every time I'd grin, from the love behind the chide. 'cause I hear you laugh and share with me the follies on your mind you give me more than I could need no better I could find. Every other day, it's stronger our love endures, I feel it! every time I'd cry I still have you by my side. and you make me laugh and share with you the love I longed to give, You give me more than I could

The Prudence as an impudent Student

80 deviations
In Contemplative Bloom

Artwork and Photography

14 deviations
Literature

Question One (Prompt: numbers)

There are many people out there who believe they live for 1 they seek the 1 they know the 1 they are the 1. but not every 1 can be this 1. for instance, 2 cannot be 1. where there are 2, in 2 lies conflict, 4 who'll be the 1. because it is either "my 1 or n0ne!" why can't every 1 have 1, and I have 1 as well? there is 1 simple answer, friends, it takes 2 to make 1. and 2 some people think your 1 is wrong, in fact, the paradox of 1 is masked as a 0-sum game. potentially infinite, yet how many hate 1? How many dare truly be al-one? Do you believe that life is ruled by math? Do you believe that 2 can't be okay? that 3dom is a sin? why is it wrong to respect ≠ity in such a quality world? So preciously we look out 4 number 1, we demonize the blessings of variance; "small change" of life's algorithms - vast, of all that is uncountable! of all that's unaccountable! Can a world of strength in numbers; singularity of union, even we measure absolution, for man's nigh-(∞) sins?

Prompt-based works and contests

26 deviations

Gaslight Fantasy

1 deviation
Literature

The Folklorian Magician 5: Athens

And down the labyrinth our hero fell. Long gone were man and woman from the Earth, Remain'd uranium across this hell; (At least Zamos could get his money's worth.) A shadow crept along the ruin'd hall And follow'd him across the eerie mud, When Zamos turn'd around - no one at all... "Pursue the path of dung..." Whisper'd the blood. He went --- and in the darkness he was struck! His rear was gor'd by future bull machine! The warlock call'd the sands - but had no luck --- The minotaur had almost ax'd him clean! The fight went on until the wand unleash'd When Zamos zapp'd the bull to magic quiche.

The Folklorian Magician

5 deviations
Literature

Justice And Bittersweet

New York. Midnight, Nineteen-fifty-two. In a grime-and-rime slick alleyway, The faint click and flash of a Zippo lighter sheds light on a face in the darkness, it's flame licks the thick tip of a cuban cigar, glowing red as a devil as it's vapors could cover the moon. "Never thought I'd find ya here, hon." Bittersweet exhaled her smoke skyward. "Tired o' playin' Superman yet?" "You tell me, darling." Said Justice John as he tossed a briefcase to her feet. "ten thousand dollars, now, let them go." Bittersweet smirked. "Nice work! Did you rob a bank for all this?" "No, I couldn't do it, Sweet. I'm... That is my family fortune. I'd rather live in poverty than embezzle someone's livelihood." "Well, ain't you a good egg?" "As you could've been. Sweet, you don't need this life of crime, you know. You could still turn yourself in. I'd vouch for you to get a lighter sentence." "That's peachy, hon, but I was born a bad seed, and I'd rather go to the grave as one, too." "Get to the point

Flash Fiction

3 deviations
Literature

Rakkeet's Art of the Protector 1

Lesson one: Who is weak, and who is strong? Magic, as is life, is a struggle of wills. If you do not control it, it will stop not to control you. From the very first step you must decide Which side You will belong.

Rakkeet's Art of the Protector

5 deviations
Literature

The Smile God Gave You

(Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh) Would you ever - on a whimsy - simply dance the night away if the world around you never know? Do allow me - on a whimsy - as we laugh and cry to say Some things are just too good to be true. But have you ever - on a whimsy - smelled a rose before? somewhere in the stars - a blessed few share that striking smile God gave you. (Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh) Have you ever - on a whimsy - tasted starlight upside down picked ripe from an autumn-coloured tree? Ever wondered - on a whimsy - why birds sings when you're around, flying through the world you mean to me? And have you ever - on a whimsy - smelled a ros

Early works and The First Breakup Period

22 deviations
Literature

Gifted Lost

It's okay To be aching this way. You will soon live to see Just what happened to me? Once it starts, you will feel Like your pencil's appeal Drifts away Looking for something more. And alone you remain It could drive you insane With the dawn comes the song of a bird, Yet you still haven't jotted a word Tell me why you turn weak When the night's growing bleak? Won't you write! Don't you write Anymore? Will the lust to create Turn to rust by the weight of your sweat? Now my standards - bereft of the gifts that you left Won't you write— Don't you write Anymore? Even though you still want To write like a savant, Even though you

Works of a Clerk

47 deviations
Literature

Despair

beating, eating, bleating, repeating, Every, single, Day, I am grieving! Taking the wrong road Burdened on my load. setting, fretting, sweating, regretting, I can't even Consider leaving! Every time I rise I sink into lies. beating, eating, bleating, repeating, When I glimpse A hint of healing,   I'm disappointed, my heart remains dead. setting, fretting, sweating, regretting, What could ever Return my feelings? My love of the world? Confidence that furled? beating, eating, bleating, repeating...

A volunteer's Remorse

7 deviations