My story is filled with people. So many people. People I've tried my best to always remember and pay my respects to. I love these people. My story is not about me, it is about everyone else. Please, if you watch me, read this in its entirety.

My journey here started on the date of November 23rd, 2012 (Damn, almost hard to believe...). Under the former, MrSarcasticBeast, I initially planned my existence here to be a quiet one and just stay in my circle with Kelsy, Ashley (I'll let you guys know who these girls are in a minute.), and perhaps the Sonic the Hedgehog fandom if my fanfictions got big enough. Yes, I wrote fanfictions and these were my first posts here before I got into my poetry. But during this time, I was working on something very special to me. It was my very first poem for my best friend Kelsy (of damn-near 3 years. Holy crap, how have you put up with me for so long?), otherwise better known as SpriteBlayde. We go way back together, even before this site. We met elsewhere and have put up with a lot of crap together. She's one of the few people who know me like the back of their hand. Then we have Ashley (better known around here as puffuroo), a person who really brought my love for Sonic out again. I've known her for nearly 3 years as well and we've both grown so much together. Our talks have become less frequent, but I have not forgotten about you. I love you, Ashley. And I love you so damn much too, Kelsy. I probably wouldn't be here without these two ladies.

As time went on, we get to 2013. I had kinda lost touch with my fanfiction, my story had holes in it and I had lost interest. I left it to fade away into the background as I had picked up poetry. Then the fateful day of January 20th. I presented my then (and still) best friend with my very first poem. I wanted it to be substantial and her birthday was coming, what better time to start, right? And the reaction I got from it started the addiction. Kelsy was the main inspiration for me to continue on, she pushed me to continue writing. A big sister of sorts, we grew together. Dreamed together. I remember back when we first got rollin', she drew a lot more. I didn't even know she wrote poetry till about 2 months in when I started writing poetry. The more I wrote, the more I grew. The more people I began to meet.

Amber, for example. A person I've not spoken with in a while, but someone who's still very near and dear to my heart because she was such a great supporter, a friend. Better known as Ambercatlucky2, she helped boost my confidence, always enthusiastic and ready to offer words of encouragement, I became more social on deviantART. And around this time, I also met Justin (Ghostjay55). One of the first guys I actually met on this site that was a pretty chill dude.

We became friends pretty quick and all-around this time, I met someone who I immediately fell in love with as a person. Catherine (one of many I know), better known as ithaswhatitisnt. She's yet another sister (She classifies us as twins and I love that.) of mine. She was one of the people that ALWAYS stuck by me, ALWAYS commented, and ALWAYS pushed me through. She still does. Words don't do her beauty justice. She's one of the most divine people in my life-- she's a blessing, an angel in disguise. You are one of the most beautiful people I have EVER known, words still don't do your wonder justice. You are...freaking near-perfect.

Another person that touched me with her intellectual comments and wonderful support was lyndens. Gillian like Amber, Jay, and Catherine, was always a wonderful supporter. And every once in a while I'll see her username in my inbox and be reminded of 2013. I smile. To know where you're goin', you gotta remember where you've been. I will NEVER forget these people here. Never. That includes people like Avenlea (xShadow-of-the-Herox), admittedly, one of my first inspirations here as a writer. Every once in a while, I'll go re-read her things.

People like my girl, Fins, better known as voidmemes (Whose username I still don't understand, LOL). This girl can ALWAYS make me laugh. Make me smile. Sam, Mocha, Fins, whatever name you call her, she's freaking hilarious. Adorable. And I love her quirky art. I always keep my eye out for it. Thank you for being you and supporting me. You're wonderful and I love you.

Then there's one of my biggest inspirations, one of my favorite deviants and people, Madeline. imaginative-lioness, a quiet community spearhead, she's the creator of the Literature Roadtrip. Through her, she's blessed me with people like Phyllis, Kim, and Ian. (solis-ortus, Lady-Yume, AyeAye12.) Three of my favorite people here, three of my greatest inspirations. They have talent that is quite simply envious.

Then we have the other half of the Goon Squad. My sister, my favorite rocker, Nadia (Medoriko). This girl's a master of the haiku I tell you-- she's what inspired me to start trying to write haikus myself. She's a phenomenal writer, HELLA funny (and a lil' crazy, haha), and one of my best buds. She's the homie and I love her.

Then there's Charlie otherwise known as CupofCharlie. An inspiration, a friend-- she's what got me into writing prose besides Kelsy and without her, I don't know where my writing journey would be. She's stunning. Gorgeous, lovely, kind, genius. All words I would use to describe this truly astounding person. I love yoooouuuuuuuu. 

Now we're in about February/March territory. I met someone that would change my life forever. She goes by Molly now, some of you guys may know her. I'll never forget you. I wish you well and I'll always love you. No matter what. You are someone I never want to forget because maybe, just maybe, you've taught me more about myself than anyone ever has. I thank you for that. Stay safe, stay happy, and I love you. Even if we don't speak anymore.


Then there's another Kathryn who spells her name a lil' bit differently from the rest but is still incredible. Ms. K otherwise known as PoetryOD was a person who I was sort of in awe of, coming up. "How did a writer get so many pageviews?! So much attention?!" I now know how, by being fucking amazing (excuse my French) at what you do. By being a community spirit, a team leader, and a loving person. She has touched me in ways she's probably not even aware of and blessed with many of opportunities to flourish here. I'll touch more on that in a second though. I love you, Kate. You're amazing. So strong, so gorgeous. You're amazing.

Around this time I met Skander too. nightshade-keyblade, slowly but surely became one of my favorite people to talk art with. He's so engaging, so chill (and also Hella funny). This guy is my brother from another mother, indeed. He's fantastic. So, so fantastic.

To Lacey AKA Calexy, one of the funniest girls I know. She's such a bright spot in my days whenever we talk and she's so wonderful and nice. Same goes for the quirky sis-sis, wolves-rockk. I love you both. 

Then I met the dynamic duo of Munira (My big lil' sis) and my boy's name that still shall not be identified (hypermagical and Aerode). You two are so great. Munira, you're one of the best people here. So funny, so kind-- your music taste is fantastic. Damn it, I love you. And I love you too, Aerode. You're the man, brother.

Then we meet Olivia, perhaps my favorite all-around artist on deviantART. She does it all, that OnlyOliveOil girl. Haha, she's stupendous. Crazy talented, SO sweet, and an inspiration. Whether it's through her traditional artwork, photography, or writing. She's one of a kind and truly, truly talented. I love you too, Olivia.

Next is Nikita (UntamedUnwanted), one of the people that made me feel like I had "made it" when she published me in her online magazine. She gave me the confidence necessary to post anything I felt good about. Whether it was positive poetry or transgressive works. She's amazing, loving, beautiful. The whole 9. I love you.
(AND I WAS PUBLISHED ON A PAGE WITH A WIKIPEDIA PAGE. I MADE IT, JESUS. *laughs out loud*)

Onto the next? One of my absolute very best friends and a person who still manages to keep me on my toes, my crazy Kitty. ieatrosepetals is...amazing. I love her. So. So. Soooooooooo fucking much (Pardon the language, once again.). Kitty, Metal', or just my crazy Kitty, she's a blast to talk to. To be around. To talk poetry, photography, or stupid music videos with. She "snuggle chu" to death or make you laugh till you cry. You are wonderful in your crazy, unique, quirky little way. I adore you. Everything about you.

Then I met introverted-ghost on an old account. We didn't speak much then. I think you intimidated me a bit. Little did I know...little did I know we'd become something bigger than passing strangers. I shall speak on the greatness that is you in a moment.

After Kitty, I had continue to grow. Other groups came about and things were moving. I was gaining steam, I was becoming more confident-- then bang. I got the offer from Ms. K if I wanted to be a part of BurdenedHearts. A team full of phenomenal artists and writers, I couldn't pass up the opportunity. This group helped me grow so much. I was working with people I had admired for so long. Dee, Stephany, Dorian, Rachel, Shane, Steph, Beth (Sammur-amat, HugQueen, DorianHarper, FuzzyHoser, cality, betwixtthepages.). And through it I met my favorite 49er, Taylor (A-Lovely-Anxiety), I met Eve (TheGalleryOfEve), Lori (Aurora9912). All people that have changed my deviantART life. And in some ways, my life away from it too. I love you all. I love you all so much.

Specifically to Taylor, I wanted to tell you that we will always be 49ers together. Always in search of gold. I love you. I love you. We fight through it all together.

To Brooke also known as LadyBrookeCelebwen. Is there a person that intellectually challenges me more than you? I doubt there is. Or that there ever will be. You're a big sister to me, you challenge me to see every side of everything, to look at things logically, you are just awesome. I love you, Brooke.

To two of my hip hop loving bros in Nic and Barker (Nichrysalis and Regal-Pinion). You two are both awesome, have amazing taste in dope beats and rhymes-- and are just as good with the pen as some of our favorite MCs. You two are fantastic and are bros, for sure.

And to three ladies that have helped me grow as a community influence; Jenene, Beth, and Stephany, you three are some of the biggest inspirations to me. I love you all so much. You three help make up my dA family. Never before had someone taken me under their wings like you have. That is a testament to y'all's never-dying beauty as people and creators. I wish I had the words to describe you three, but I don't. I'm a writer but I don't have the words. You are all amazing. deviantART wouldn't be the same without you 3. I love y'all. (And you guys should've seen the reactions when you all added me to your watchlist. *laughs* Crap, I was going berserk.)

To Dawni (camelopardalisinblue), I admire you for your strength. Your writing prowess, how you always manage to spread positive vibes no matter what's goin' on. You are a rare person and I love you.

Vicky, you may be the person that has seen me at most emotional highs and lows in these past 8 months. haphazardmelody was one of the first people I featured solo because her art was that phenomenal. I don't have words for Vicky and I know she doesn't like compliments but gosh darn it, you are too amazing of a friend. I love you. You've helped me grow so much. Thank you for being you and all that you do. I love you so much.

Other lovely folks I met in the year of 2013 include Shane (nosedivve), Anika (TheImpossibleWriter), Ashley (hypnicjerks), Julia (forestmeetwildfire), Lauren (SilverInkblot), Windy (SereneCyrene), Ashley (ave-dottore), Matthew (Viidith22), Charlotte (qwibes), Caitlan (LionesseRampant), Caitlin (DreamingAutumn) M (91816119), Rocio (rociobelindamendez), Meagan (Gingersanps), Malintra (Malintra-Shadowmoon), Malcolm (SparkyDJM1), my other M (lethologic-luna), Sarah (half-pixieman), Kathy (rainylake), and so many other wonderful people.

Then 2014, came. I posted about 150 some-odd poems at least by this time. You lose concept of time after awhile. When things come together and mold and shift and compact to one another. But there are shining lights in these moments. 

Kaylin better known as BleedingProphecies.....pfffttt, do I have the words for you? I mean, really, do I? I don't think so. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me think. You remind me of me in so many ways. You're phenomenal in every sense of the word, you're gorgeous, and just amazing. I love you so much.

Jenna (SpiralingSpontaneity), you know how damn perfect you are?! You are, dude. So cute and SO talented (I must STEAAAAAAAL it), if I had an iota of your talent, I could take over the universe. I love you. You are one in a million kind of awesome.

To Erin also known as Tao (Tales-of-Tao). You are cool in your "awkward" way. One of the most diverse people here as far as talents go, knowledgeable on so many things outside of literature. You inspire me everyday with your kindness and just overall epic-ness-ness. I love you, Erin.

Hannah AKA Salt Lake City AKA saltwaterlungs, is one of the coolest chicks I know. Amazing taste in music, amazing writer, amazing girl. She's just hella rad. And I love her soooooooooooooooo much platonically. She's an inspiration. Thank you for being you.

To Sheridan, a major inspiration and a close friend. alternativemeanings' an amazing writer and has inspired plenty a piece from me. She's absolutely wonderful in a ton of ways. I love you, Sheridan.

To Kelsi (Nullibicity), for being one of the most thoughtful people I have ever known. One of the brightest spots and arguably the kindest, warmest girl I've met here. You are divine. Gorgeous, wonderful, and I love you.
 
And along the way of this year we have beauteous folks like Lena (WhitePlumFragrance), Jazzi (WhiteHeartFlame), Rose (A-Shadow-Rose), Jamey (shep4life), Shehroze (Chezzy-Am), Rara (sspeak), Kimberley (riverwrists), Aylli (humaniety), Kat (littleblueraccoon), Sleen (SleentheBeast), Lili (LiliWrites), Belle, (Waffles-Of-Gondolyn), Jennifer (scarletwave), Karen (calliopen), Majenta (ElectricWeasle), Danielle (GuinevereToGwen), Scott (BlackBowfin), Linda (thysilverdoe), Steph (ArwynRie), Mio (SozoNoTeki-N), Jae (akrasiel), R.M (QuirkyCuriousBex), Jade (crystallized-skies), Nik (crooked-clockwork), Halie (halierae) Teddy (Phantomtigers), Nilanjan (cruisnick), Kaleen (NamelessShe), Antonio (Prometheus-ZERO), Michael (Edges-to-Everything), Diluculi (Diluculi), Meznan (Mez3rika), Luciano (AlphaManifest), Danielle (moonbeam13) and the list goes on and on. I love y'all. You guys make this place what it is.

We have a recent person like the beautiful Mel, too. Mel (hopeburnsblue), you are an inspiration of the highest order. All that you do and accomplish despite the odds being stacked against you, is inspiring. You're strength and courage-- it makes me want to do better and be better. We've only known each other for a short while, but you are absolutely amazing. I love you so much.

Then we have another more recent person in Sophia. Lissomer is on another level of excellence. She's a gorgeous writer and as I've come to know her over these last couple of months as a person that will always make me smile. I have a lot of love to give, but I don't think I've ever loved someone so quickly. Sophia is incredible. A part of me wishes we had met before, but things would have been different than how they are now and well, now is is pretty damn amazing. You are wonderful, beautiful, hilarious and I love you so much.

Now, to you, Kirsty, formerly known as (Echolalic-)Ellie (Snow). introverted-ghost, you and I have grown so much these last couple months I'd say. We got in touch on a previous account, never interacted much then for reasons I've stated before. We got in touch again when you were Ellie, lost touch for a little while and finally, we're back together once more. Never going too long without contact. You've helped me grow and I've watched you grow too. As writers, we worked for hours on end trying to make a dream of yours come true. I still remember the night where I literally did not sleep until 9 AM the next morning as we edited things for your book-- and I got to meet Bertie too in between all this. And of course, talked crazy hair cuts and renovated your page. Nights like those are things I'll always carry with me. Watching and being a part of your growth as an artist and person-- astounds me. As I've said on numerous occasions, you are my favorite writer, one of the most genius minds I've ever met, and just overall a gorgeous person. Inside and out. I love you, Kirsty Lee.

Now that we near the end, I bring it back around to the beginning.

SpriteBlayde. Kelsy, thank you for being you. Thank you for sticking by me, being a friend, a sister, I absolutely would not be here without you. I love you so much, sis. NEVER forget that we're Dreamers, together. The most dynamic of duos and we fight through the eye of the storm together. Always have, always will. Even when the winds blow us apart, we'll always find our way back to each other. What you have become, is even greater than I could have imagined and I can't wait to see what else you have in store for the world. I know you're gonna change it. One child at a time.

lithium-cocoon, I know your name is gonna be private so I won't put it out there. You are a blessing. Keep me grounded, let me know when I gotta shut the Hell up and when to speak up. When to fight and when to lay back. You are my best friend. I love you the most. I wouldn't be me, without you.

And finally, to the person that got me started on this journey, to begin with, my grandmother whom I affectionally call Grandbomb: Thank you for pushing me to write. Thank you for being an angel. Thank you for being you. Thank you. I love you. I adore you. I want to be like you. You are one of God's greatest blessings for me. One of the most pivotal reasons for my existence.

And for those not listed, I sincerely, sincerely apologize. If you slipped my mind, I apologize. It's not because you're not important, it's because I am human and can't recall everything. But I love you too. All the same. I really, truly do. Because you have all shaped me. In some form or fashion, you all have. You're all beautiful, amazing, and incredible.

My deviantART Literature Guide for Beginners:
Tips: How to get started with the lit community!Hello everyone! My name is Ricky Alaniz otherwise known as chromeantennae and today, I wanna give you guys a little guide on how I really got started here. How I got my name out there a little bit more and really got the courage to do more around these parts.
First off, understand that 99% of the literature community here on deviantART will give you just as much in return as you give back to it. It's a natural, human thing. But if you don't give back, you won't receive. That's always the number one thing to remember, but also that we're all here to support each other. Even the most popular of deviants started right where you are. Yes, even the Senior Members and lit CVs were newbies here on this site at one point too. And I know some people are intimidated by Senior Members and literature CVs but these folks are the LAST people to be intimidated by! They're in these positions for the exact opposite reasons-- they're not evil-doers or big bad monsters ready to reject whatever you sugge

Daily Deviations:
ChrysanthemumChrysanthemum
 
Last night, I dreamt of us.
We were together on a mountaintop,
I was sitting on the edge,
With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,
With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.
While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,
None of us wanting to say anything,
My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,
Unable to speak,
While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;
In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,
Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,
But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,
Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,
But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,
This is foreign to me,
An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,
And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,
No matter how long A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
 
i.
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
 
ii.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
But truly,
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
 
iii.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
 
iv.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian

Collaborations:
The Perfect DayThe Perfect Day
What a perfect day...
The wind Gently brushing my face
The sounds of serenity all around me
My skin feels the sun's warm embrace
I walk along the water's edge
Admiring it's captive beauty
The clear blue waves crashing down at my feet
Brings a feeling of Acceptance to me
I feel so at peace,
With clear blue skies overhead,
And with this sense of pure tranquility,
My mind is truly at ease and I feel more than blessed
I watch the children play gleefully
Their minds so pure and innocent
All the troubles of yesterday
Seem so easy to forget.
And at least for today, I'm not in any pain
Because this day has the makings of a perfect one
I can relax and enjoy the comforting scenes of this amazing day,
Simply laying back and enjoying this moment; the sand and the sun
As the sun meets the horizon
In such a beautiful correlation
It was such a perfect day
But the night was no exception.
It's now after dark and this perfect day is coming to a close
And as I lay in my cozy bed, a Suspended QuietusSuspended Quietus
 
I lay to rest, cold soul and deep beneath your ground
no longer attached to the world by physical thread
am I alive at all, I often wonder aloud
or does this hollow hole imply that I am dead?
Do you miss me now that I've gone?
Or were you waiting for this moment all along?
I faintly recall your voice's waning sound
as into the depths by a dark angel I was lead.

Suspended consciousness walks hand-in-hand, 
With this mysterious being that wishes to lock me away,
In this alternate universe known as dreamland,
So as I rest in my sturdy base,
I close my eyes and fall into a peaceful trance,
I envisage myself at the doorway of this place,
This place of purity, upon these clouds I stand,

Pressed against the box that was once my refuge
It has become the prison I abhor
From spirit my bones seem to protrude
I’m not whole anymore 
Severed from the world and plane that I once knew
Distant and

Mature Content

The First Time I Saw Her                                                        ‘You got my heart in a headlock’
                                                                                           - The Feeling.
I first saw him on a crisp, chilly morning in lat DespotismDespotism
 
she is a bird sitting, teetering on
a power line because
one way or another, she figures
the best way to end
a story
is a big bang.
He is a fish swimming, traversing along,
Against the crashing tide because
He figures he can defy the law one or way or another,
And the best way to begin
Is to finish the end
Before he's stuck in her talons.
though she is made of feathers
and bones and she is still weightless enough
to take to the currents of air,
she is powerless
against the waves his actions
make, and she is so easily swept away that
she thinks her body might as well
be made of stones.
He could tell she was astounded by his ocean,
By the place he calls home to.
He welcomed her to the lowest depths of it,
She couldn't resist the deepest blue of the marine,
Nor the glitter of his fishscale,
And the place he called heaven,
Eventually became this bird's hell.
her eyes were always the
size of jupiter when he was around
because she was fascinated with
the way he move Serene ScenesSerene Scenes
 
Your name’s perfection.
It describes your poetry.
And your airy grace.
 
Your beauty likens,
To spring winds; warm, comforting.
Don’t you ever change.
 
Winter's Windy breath
stirs sleeping buds into life,
settling in their hearts. Air HungerAir Hunger
 
Her deeds are a knife, 
Slicing across me,
From the middle of my palm,
To the base of my wrist,
Splitting open threads of my skin.
Yet there is no crimson seepin’ from the slit.
i can't hold everything she does,
but i want to.
if she decided to become the sun,
i would wrap her in my arms
and let myself melt into 
oblivion. 
I feel as though I am not enough,
Yet simultaneously too much.
I hunger for the air,
Burdened by this breathlessness
As I stare the overhead down,
With yellowed eyes. 
But I yearn not to the be sun,
Rather the skies.
The air that fades away as I get high.
this blood inside of me
is only half my own,
the rest replaced with my semi love
for the dirt under my fingernails and
a soul with humanity 
weighing them down like
a locket filled with a wolf pack.
This emptiness sits flat on my chest,
Like a wildebeest took a seat where my heart used to be.
Leaving a crater full with my punctured lung A Shared DreamA Shared Dream
 
wisdom boy,
where will you be
when the day slips
into the arms of
night?
i'll be
where i always
seem to be;
suspended
between my rooftop
and the sky,
watching
the velvet overflow
and wondering
if you are close
enough
to share this
midnight dream
with me.
I’m floating right on the edge,
Yearning for our sweet velvet concoction of reality,
With the vision walls lined with burgundy 
I still hover over the subconscious, 
But not there completely… 
I’m still encased in black with golden specks,
Desperately seeking, reaching,
For this dream to drown me.
stars
pulls me up
into heaven's
indigo ocean,
weightless i glide
swimming in the wake
of diamond tailed fishes
that lead me on,
i will find you
on the edge
of our shared
dream's horizon,
for i can feel you;
your searching hands
pressing against
a translucent pane,
its kaleidoscope refraction
waiting to be punctured
by the meeting
of our outstretched
fingertips.
Dreaming lad Interstellar LullabyInterstellar Lullaby
i.
call it what you will,
be it minutes or hours of
decaying skin,

or babylon’s legacy
passed down in stories and legends,
word of mouth or the slightest touch
ii.
the blood of the fables,
flow throughout your veins,
trailing down your arms to your wrists,
tips of your digits rearing your claws,
tearing black holes into infinity,
as your vision looks to leave your own tale,
in this ocean of emptiness.
iii.
tide’s out, and it’s been that way for awhile now-
but honey, tides don’t move in the middle of the desert,
you have to build them to flow between rooftop jungles
and hope they’re as good as the originals,
because that’s as close as you’ll ever get

so drown in the sweet smell of silk road smoke,
and bright spices welcoming you to sin city

iv.
then it finally hits you,
like a spacecraft crashing down to earth
carrying extraterrestrials and connivance.
the origin may never be duplicated ChangelingChangeling
air is tighter than the noose
we gild around our necks.
gold-frayed and studded, this
elaborate suicide is our pride
and guilty pleasure.
ah,
With ebony lace[d] whispers and
sorrowful sighs,
humanity is tender 
only to its pessimism, a lover
sweetly brutal
like petal-scented lips
kissing blood-red gloss and bruises
along our broken necks."
Blades of your hair lie
In front of your eyes,
As ghosts near the lid,
Your spirit losing its nexus
To the veins of your somatic.
You ask the phantoms
About Heaven’s axis,
To which they only reply,
“It is truly its definition.”
Invisible in this dimension,
Just as you were on the planet.


As that noose loosens,
You witness your socked toes
Pointed to the wood,
As you dangle
Three inches above the floor,
Your final win as your final wind,
Winds out in between your flatling lips.
BorderlineBorderline
 
I've always played victim
to my own demise, periscoping disaster
that's just out of stretch;
if I can reach just hard enough, I will
finally taste that dimension of self-control
that rests beside my
so-called sanity.
 
Watching a kindred spirit
That resides close to home
But not in my house--
Falling a-part at the seams
Is difficult to witness.
Since she's out of reach,
Just enough to graze the surface,
But not enough to truly touch.
 
I lock arms with lady destiny,
dancing round and round the room
to the dizzying tune of deprecation-
do I flip her on her back? do I
surrender to her whims? The walls
sprinkle sawdust as I scrape them
with desperate knuckles.
 
Desperately are how my fingers
Type away at these seemingly meaningless keys
Unable to reach beyond the bright screen
Other than with dotted I's and crossed T's.
Feeling like my eyes are dotted
Cros We're Not The RinglingsWe're Not The Ringlings
Please, please say you’ll never let me go.
 
We’re performers (not sure if that’s good though),
Swinging high, flying low,
Dancing around static love.
 
Double-talking with multiple meanings in one language.
 
On the trapeze of a
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                    & Charred JournalsCharred Journals
Stripping all of me from the page,
tearing off
               'I's
                    and
                           'we's;
to try and stuff myself back
into my body, to struggle with
finding a way to become
whole again, despite the
                                 missing pieces.
Tears -- of
 s
   c
  a
     t
       t
      e
         r
        e
           d
               letters
and crumpled notebook paper,
show memories of what we used to be.
There was so much magic in our ordinary
but I couldn't recognize it --
now the only magic I Ghost In The MachineGhost In The Machine
There were days
Melissa measured
her happiness in brightness,
when she would hold
her hands over her eyes
and the cracks of sunlight,
like old paint on drywall,
would shine through
to let her know exactly
who it was that held her.
Who is it?
And at that moment of recognition
Melissa felt…
...she felt okay.
More than photons
reflecting off of totem shells,
humanity is conch-cradled
in her dusk where light perception
is limited to the moon, where blind
is a swear word and an oath
dependent on a circadian
arcade: she is blind
and going blinder.
Lingering,
she allows herself a curfew
to blow out the lantern
and sing without color 
for the first time. 
Melissa,
you rely on a perfect balance—
trusting the sunshine to smile
on your bare arms at eight a.m.,
two p.m., half-past six and ticking on,
letting the moon comfort you
as patchwork clouds shawl over
midnight's studded shoulders,
leaving behind aspects of life:
natural, mundane, me Overthrow The MonarchyOverthrow The Monarchy
 
Callous crows' cries crash 
Against the cruel king’s crown. 
Waves carom swiftly, 
Off of the ruby encrusted gold, 
The monarch’s iris yellows,
As he sees the shine, 
Reminiscent of Midas.
Avarice, an ugly trait.
A fiendish man,
A dead man walking.
Malice extends to every corner
Of his abundant land.
A hero the people seek,
Reminiscent of Arthur.
Hero? Heroes reside only in fairytales. 
The king is curt in his wicked ways. 
As ruler, he maintains control of his monarchy, 
Claiming through him is the only way, 
Commoners can be contained
From impeding anarchy. 
Mere peasants 
Do not escape from the royal walls, 
They stay stuck underneath it.
The king is a fool,
For heroes are real.
They rise from the ashes and rubble,
To conquer their adversary.
Protect the innocents,
And slay the iniquitous. 
An insurgence the hero shall instigate,
A campaign they shall conqu ScintillaScintilla

it is the start

of new beginnings-
of a new month
and new murders,
but hush, sweetheart,
don't get ahead of yourself

a pyrrhic victory
doesn’t outweigh
the laden effects
of trying to purge
riven cartilage
of a seraphic spirit--
left as a martyr
against the doctrine
of a titan
the body count’s rising,
and it’s all your fault as far
as the poets are concerned-
fault is romance, of course,
but only in a tragedy.

ravels of hair follicles,
wrap around your creased palms,
as you wrench the mind field
of dilettantes.
an explosion of chroma
splattered over a canvas
made of pavement.
the problem, you think, is
there isn’t enough color.
there’s never enough
blue, purple and reds
while she screams, because
bruises on the dead never heal,
and the blood will never
fully wash out of the cracks
poets and writers will romanticize
the whole ordeal, but it is always more bloody
than history books give credit Wistful RecollectionsWistful Recollections

I rack my brain for the exact day,
Or the exact week 
(second or third week of May)
We first crossed paths.
Two air signs meeting at the perfect time
On some site that ended with “hang.”
Turns out that word had more meaning
Than what we initially expected;
With hangtime of old relationships stuck
In empty space and disappearing memories,
We were hung up by the past
Like shirt collars cling to broken hangers.

In my time of need,
I found a seed
To a friendship that would soon blossom
Into a flower.
A friendship like no other,
One born from sincerity. 
Dark, troubling times
Can produce a light
In the ebony hole.
 
Because even when the rise,
Begins to fall,
If you look up,
You could see the rays,
Through the eventide.
A tiny spectra that dance
Across the entirety of the spectrum.
And you see the potential in TransmigrationTransmigration

As sure as daybreak,
The phoenix arises,
From the ashes
Of it's predecessor.
Born anew
It unfurls
It's mighty wings.

And where there is smoke, 
There is fire, 
But you smell the scent, 
Before you see its ascension. 
The smog fogs the air, 
Before you witness 
His ember soaked feathers 
Devour the aerial ocean.
It's smoldering crest
Invokes reverence
At the mere sight.
The last glimpse
Before implosion.
The ashes
Set ablaze before
Rebirth.
Dying by its own flame,
It is the path of renewal.
Decomposing in a sea of inferno,
Before all that is left
Are the sparks the past forgot.
The future sitting in incandescence,
It is the reality of eternity.
The genesis of metempsychosis. Rebirth CelestialRebirth Celestial

As craters crackle the skin
I hear the tumultuous waves,
crashing down from the hollow bowl.
And the terra firma
begins cracking and creasing,
under the weight of space.
These are the sounds of the Earth,
as we undergo an evolution,
as opposed to infinite revolutions.
 
I often lie under the atmosphere
and watch melisma pour forth from
the stars, an enchanting acciaccatura
blink of an eye.
 
It is all too easy to feel alone,
but the vast depths of the sky hold me;
a cold but familiar comfort.
 
With the soil underneath my feet,
folding under the curl of my toes,
I lay underneath her
bare to the earth.
 
The brisk winds play cloak
around the piloerection of my skin.
The terrestrial sphere painted
the color of ravens
from the silhouette's tempera.
 
The jet acrylic kisses my pores,
as I rest under her stygian blanket.
 
And oh, what a rapturous darkness,
and what ephemeral illuminations;
the starlit path from collarbone to cheek
ill Turntable Tales: Breaksyou say you love everyone
and that’s what you love about yourself
amongst many other things because
the only thing higher than your self esteem
is a man with 50 mill of heroine and lust
jutted up the inside of his elbow.
I once said “I love you” and it arched its back
against my palm and curled over my lips, 
and you replied thanks-anks-anks with a smile 
that borderlined between snide and sincere. 
you closed the car door and left, but my tongue 
split centerfold and the thanks kept the bass
going thud thud, thud thud in my eardrum
you used to say “I love you” back
I love you back
I love you back
I love you back
months later you said, "I only say
I love you
when I mean it"
and you love that about yourself too
ardor and confusion
are tied at the wrists
like childhood friends
growing in different directions
but where those directions led us
I couldn't understand it.
and the bass of those moments
always replay in my head,
does more than m<da:thumb id="460598754"/> TempestTempest
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
thoughts and clouds close together--
lightning and words plunge from the downpour.
to these confines we do not conform,
words and letters an unrivaled vortex
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
raining down from the welkin core,
conceptions scatter across creation,
lightning and words plunge from the downpour. 
turbulence in the lives of those who transform
salvation is hard to grasp
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
hard to understand, but as water hits your pores,
oracle reigns and the tempest rains upon you.
lightning and words plunge from the downpour.  
a heart does not deform
without the traumatic blow
grey matter like that of a thunderstorm,
lightning and words plunge from the downpour. MalignmentMalignment
You're so dramatic,
hot and cold in the 
same fractured sentence.
You frustrate me;
like a picture frame
that isn't quite centered right.
Left hanging by a thread
that maybe it'll look okay
from a different angle
or a different light.
But us, no matter what angle,
or day or night,
we were like puzzle pieces
that didn't fit.
And it drove me crazy to see 
those two pieces
just sitting  away from the game,
that we had a misaligned frame.
We were never on the same level.
You, you were a constant
temptation to insanity
with your ill-chosen words,
oh-so-innocent smiles,
protestations of 'I love you'
and whispers beneath the sheets.
The road to your goodwill
stretched out to forever,
and I grew so tired of 
trying out configurations;
the countless positions
that never quite seemed
to startle my senses,
although they always
stimulated yours.
Your tongue was a cliché
But it wasn't the polished edge,
I was most concerned about.
It was t Silver ChameleonSilver Chameleon
blame it on ink stained love letters,
where lies are the truth
and your eyes are wide shut
because real eyes realize real lies.
hesitation in loops and dots,
nestled in a sea of ripples and rocks
the tide is coming in faster and faster.
and you are constrained to the wave.
hurled about in tumultuous tides
with no choice but to cling to the mast
but no matter how long you hold on for dear life,
you're simply a deer that was seized in headlights.
an enchanting treacherous lecherous lover
with a silver coated tongue
you try to hide in your walls that are colored white.
but you are far from a chameleon.
a spider can weave their web,
but only the unsuspecting will fall Shards Of RealityShards Of Reality
there are days when words drift by him, 
and like leaves floating on a still day, 
like migratory birds that aren't supposed 
to be in this town 'til september; 
there's something wrong about it all, 
something he can't quite pin down.
so he puts his pen down,
and rushes out of his room.
because he refuses 
to be pinned down to any space.
he'd rather unplug from this outlet
that traps him inside,
and turn on whatever this tip off is,
that escapes him, 
as it skims his skin.
he'd rather suffocate
than to put his collector's pin
into the socket.
a breath of fresh air
always did him good,
so he stepped out on bladed grass,
not expecting the lacerations
to hurt so much
and he didn't know if it was the lawn
or his skull that framed his sod;
the tender soil under graminoids
that made him lose
his grip on his terrain.
but he was losing his territory,
the way dew dissipates in the heat.
like crops dying in a famine.
his eart Briny HymnBriny Hymn
as I bathe
all that is
in existence
in silvery light,
I lure the tide
to lap the shore.
and the moon
calls out to me 
to caress the sand 
in a watery blanket.
so I filter through,
washing every golden bead clean;
sand resting soundly
in my crevices.
I shimmer upon slumbering forms
far below, on the firmament.
I conduct my nighttime symphony 
in perfect harmony,
the wolves wail,
the cicadas chirrup,
the owls cry out
and ravens rove.
and I add my own notes 
to the sound of Mother nature's tunes.
crashing down wave after wave;
the bass of the impact
echoes through the shoreline
as I leave records of the wind.
sailors and marine creatures alike,
understand the jagged beauty
of my blustering anthem.
only the foggy blanket
can dampen my spirit,
and immerse my song
in the suffocating depths.
I've never struggled so much
to be heard above the dissonance.
my frost smoke layers
are becoming too much for her.
and eventually,
I do what I have done to so m Tutelary's Untangled QuiltTutelary's Untangled Quilt
Pull God's filament
till stripped phantoms ascend in 
unveiled firmament. Outer BodyOuter Body
we twist like starlight
caught underground.
an unseen conflagration,
purposeless in a vacuum.                                      
and pseudo-
profound conundrums
burnish under the blaze
of burning metal and
gallium gazes;
as our meteorite eyes
glaze over.
the soles of feet, smoke,
as we greet sons of the so(u)l.
we step in galaxies
hid in carbon fi(b)re,
whorling wistful
reflections in blue neon.
surreal repetitions
mar our footprints
as they trail ever forward,
ever aimless; never still.
revolutions run ragged
as stars, smooth and jagged
are splattered across perpetuation.
bokeh plasma
staining obsidian-lined skin
in a silent fire;
they rage,
scattered through endlessness like
an afterthought, or perhaps,
an aftermath
and we lose ourselves in what happened
after that.
walking with a caravan
of astral travellers,
an epiphany strikes
as if theophany had occurred.
our psyche 

Things I have written for others:
Gift: You + Me 
Back in May of 2012
I was going through a really tough time
I was losing some people whom I thought were really good friends of mine
But as time went on I realized I was wrong
Feeling lonely and melancholy I felt as though I had no one to lean on
But come the middle of May and that very fateful day
You and I began to talk
And I think I even felt it back then
That you and I were meant to be good friends
And towards the end of May I’m saying to myself,
“Man, this person’s really cool!”
I often wondered if you thought the same thing too
And don’t laugh when I say this
But I began to believe
This was payback for all of the bad friendships I’ve had to go through
Then June arrives
About a month in, that’s when I expec Gift: Awesome, EpicAwesome, Epic (Ashley)
 
Let’s see….how to start this poem for the awesome and epic Ashley?
I’ll start with the fact that Cool-Mojo-Sis is a huge fan of Sonic
Funny, friendly, loves God, and did I mention funny?
But ya’ see there’s far more to my friend, than just meets the eye
On the inside, she has a heart of gold and if there’s anything that could equate,
I’d say she exuberates openness, space, and light
And I use this metaphor to say something; to communicate
That she’s got me open; to jokin’, hopin’, and lightenin’ up
Talkin’ with this girl I find myself constantly enlightened
Just by simple things, from conversations about how she deals with conflict
To her love for the Lord and their relationship
Honestly it inspires me to be better, to get closer to Him
But for now, I want Him to know I couldn’t be more grateful for this girl’s friendship
To me, this is deeper than friendship, but m Gift: Perk UpPerk Up
 
Some recent musings and poetry postings has got me thinking
That you may need a little perking up and I’m more than happy to try
To cheer you up in any way I can, ‘cause even when you’re down you’ll always have me
Quite simply, you’re one of the most important people in my life
Not a shadow or invisible; your existence, impact and influence has been more than pivotal
So perk up, my friend; don’t worry about those that annoy or irritate you
And I want to make this message perfectly clear and unequivocal
You mean more to me than just someone I like talking to
You’re my mentor, my confidant, best friend and big sister
And one of these days, you’re gonna look at yourself the way I do
As a person, there’s no one on this earth that can quite compare
As an artist you are a true talent, no matter what anyone says
And it’s comforting to know a person as wonderful as you, truly cares
So perk up, my friend;
E it has what it isn'tit has what it isn’t (in existence/she)
 
mark eleven days after valentine’s.
the time in which two separate entities intertwined.
a connection was made with a soul…
whose spirit looked like mine.
maybe we had connecting bloodlines in a past life,
but something higher caused us to cross paths (Perhaps, again).
how I long to have her gifts, to have my pen create air personified.
imagine wisps of her spirit floating around every line of poetic ingenuity.
she screams, she cries, she sings, she dances, she smiles.
she’s spiritual, the stories she shares are cloudy, atmospheric;
heart-breaking and tear-inducing; yet angelic, ethereal, effervescent.
I…she can’t exist. poetry in human form doesn’t exist.
angels…without wings walk this earth? is it truly possible?
is it possible she has what we don’t?
that she can possibly be in existence?
 
how do her whispers sound so loud?
how can she say so much with so l she's a 49ershe’s a 49er
“you know I hate crying, ricky.”
i know you do. i know. But…it helps.
sometimes.
“i’m too tired to cry anymore, rick.”
breath escapes my lips and my head falls.
i can’t help my sister with this…fuck.
our hearts are burdened.
we’re two southern children,
with old souls,
49ers not on the west coast,
and searching for diamonds,
as we filter through the rough.
i don’t know what she goes through,
but I can listen to her.
i can be her ear to hear her vent.
i can be her robin to her batman.
how can a girl not even 5’5’’ be batman, you ask?
easy.
she’s a cloaked hero whose main super power,
is the power of her will.
while she may keep some things close to her chest,
and under her sleeve,
i’ll always be by her side.
and the gray-son became the dark one
in nightwing.
batman touched him more than you noticed.
dick grayson
was a human vigilante after he graduated.
and she affects m Cloaked Ocean of StarsCloaked Ocean of Stars
Ellie: mystery riddles your shielded constellations. Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down 
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
 
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app

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Hello everyone!  I’m so very glad chromeantennae asked me to help him by taking ov-I mean co-hosting for this incredible writer. You might ask how I got this incredible gig, and the answer’s simple Adjusting The Antennae (Ep. 11)Hello everybody! I’m so thrilled to see you could make it to the 11th installment of ‘Adjusting The Antennae’ in this beautiful month of June. I hope the lot of you students are enjoying your breaks and are making the most out of your summer! And of course, those with jobs, are being productive and bringing in money. Today's guest means the world to me and really, I could leave it there to describe her but before I tell you all who this just...magnificent deviant is though, I am your host, chromeantennae and I'm glad to have you all here for the 11th episode of ATA. It is an absolute honor to be a part of your day on deviantART. 
And my guest for today’s show is the one-of-a-kind person and artist, SpriteBlayde. Kelsy here, for those that don't know, has been my best and longest friend for quite some time now. She's been through thick and thin with me and has seen me at my weakest points and highest points. There's no one t Adjusting The Antennae (Ep. 12)Hello everybody! I’m so thrilled to see you could make it to the 12th episode of ‘Adjusting The Antennae’ in this beautiful month of July. Actually, today is a very special day as it is Independence Day, today. The 4th of July! So bust out those fireworks and hot dogs, it's time for a celebration here in the States. And of course, for our audience members that are not American, celebrate that we are all alive for yet another wonderful day. To see another day, to interact with those we love is something we should all be thankful for. But moving on with the show, of course! Today's guest really means so, so much to me and my development as a writer and community member. But before, I tell you all who this magnificent deviant is, I am your host, chromeantennae and I'm glad to have you all here for the 12th episode of ATA. It is an absolute honor to be a part of your day on deviantART.
And my guest for today’s s Adjusting The Antennae (Ep. 13)Greetings and salutations, beautiful people! I’m so thrilled to see you could make it to our 13th installment of ‘Adjusting The Antennae’ in this fantastic month of August. As things here in the States begin to cool down (Just a bit) and head into new school semesters, I hope you have all been enjoying your breaks. And for those already IN school, I hope you guys have been doing well! But today is extremely special for me. I have quite simply, my favorite writer on all of deviantART here with me, today. But before I tell you all who this insanely talented deviant is though, I am your host, chromeantennae, and I'm elated to have you all here for the 13th installment of ATA. It is an absolute honor to be a part of your day on deviantART. 
And my guest for today’s show is the incomparable introverted-ghost. Kirsty Lee (Formerly known as Ellie or Echolalic-Ellie), in my humble opinion is not only one of the most gifted writers we


Never in my beginning moments here would I have expected 2 DDs, writing over 25+ collaborations with anyone, or even my ATA series. Hell, not even fancy up my page, or learn how to make GIFs (Like the one below).
You guys are absolutely phenomenal. Beautiful, amazing, and incredible. Yes, every last one of you.