I seemed we died under the stars
-our own Romeo and Juliet-
lovers caught in the wonder of the universe.
And there, transfixed in the uncertainty of it all:
the touch of the wind upon our cheeks
the race of a star across the sky
the flight of butterflies from a single kiss
then, I found, that knowing nothing taught me everything.
If a tree falls in the forest,
all alone without a witness,
does it make a sound?
Chip, chip, with your axe,
you came and went and now you've gone
and left your victim lying so
(you never heard the branches' wail
blowing in the wind.)
Now I'm left to rot alone
since no one heard me fall
-none except your deaf ears.
There's a pain in my stomach
from another sleepless night-
the monsters under my bed snore far too loud.
So save me, Mister Sandman,
with your golden fairy-dust
(nights never are the same without you)
and hold me as I drift to dreams
that when a nightmare starts to break
I'll feel your kiss upon my lips
(you'll wake your princess Snow)
- fairy tales really do exist
A sparrow, wondering alone
Lost without a home
But how, 'tis not known
And not a single moan
Escapes the fallen one.
The sparrow, flies through heavy rain
Clenches its wing in pain
Tries to stay aloft, but all in vain
Tries no more, does the fallen one.
The sparrow, never will be found
Her blood scattered upon the ground
Dies slowly, does the fallen one.
The sparrow has failed, the virus won,
And now lies dead, the fallen one.
Fly, little butterfly, fly so far away,
To a place where nothing hurts you
To a place where you can stay
To a place all alone
People vanish if you may.
Fly, little butterfly, a welcoming home anew,
To a place where everything is different
To a place you never knew
To a place of no disappointments
For failures there are few.
Fly, little butterfly, to that place you desire
To a place where you finally find your soul
To a place that calms your inner fire
To a place just you, and that other butterfly,
That place, you never tire.
The Ballad of Red Riding Hood by Amritsar, literature
Literature
The Ballad of Red Riding Hood
The Ballad of Red Riding Hood
Deep inside the forest,
Along the Appalachian Ridge,
High above Rob Shuman's farm;
And past the Parker's Bridge;
They say you'll find a cabin
Where a hermit woman lives.
They say that once upon a time,
Not so long ago,
She lived alone with just her Ma,
In a house in Nell's Hollow;
And wore a fancy riding hood,
As soft and white as snow.
She was a small and lively girl
And a very pretty child
With a little dimple in her cheek
That showed each time she smiled
She even had her dead Pa's eyes
That glittered grey and wild
Her Grannie lived up in the hills,
In a cabin in the wood.
The girl often ca
No sooner has that become this
Than it is transformed to that again.
Chris rarely listens outside,
He is too fascinated by the world.
I am trying to explain
the Metamorphoses in a way
that forces him to concentrate,
but the subtleties confuse him.
"I reach for that glove.
I wear it. It is a good fit,
It hugs but does not squeeze,
It warms but does not heat."
He thinks I am delusional.
He looks at me, quizzically,
Then at the glove. I turn
Around, then back to him.
"Here, try this on, it is a
glove. It will fit you well,
It is soft but not weak,
It is plain but not dull."
I remove one of his mittens
And slide his hand into
Current Residence: Ontario, Canada Favourite cartoon character: FELIX THE CAT! ...oldschool. Personal Quote: " A robin redbreast in a cage/ Puts all Heaven in a rage"
Favourite Writers
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman, E.A. Poe
Tools of the Trade
paper, pencil, or pen (only black), camera, feelings, thoughts
um...well...hello. Seems, for some reason or another reason I decided to come on here.
gosh, its been years....
...i must say, surprising to see all of the new comments and favs!
hello to all in the deviant world....
- E
oh, I have returned, the art has returned after a brutal attempt to cut it all out...
Never, NEVER let anyone or anything spoil your dreams.
And least of all, Never become a redbreast in a cage...
! <3
p.s. ... I have no idea how to turnb already-submitted stuff into scraps...
I have to say.. I stumbled across your page and I think your hawt.. also the tatts make that last comment double..
So to recap.. I think your double hawt..
Just had to say it..