OctoberDreamcake slips down the slideOctober by Bark
Third eye sees, lips crack
All the buses are blue here
You dreamed of me last night
I watched you from a million
Yellow raincoat dancing
Mother sends her love, I send
All the pumpkins are blue here
As Madness Bears Down Upon MeRoar of ocean to the westAs Madness Bears Down Upon Me by Bark
Screech of tinnitus to the east
Dark rumblings to the north
Faint scratchy old songs to the south
Somewhere children sing
At point zero, nothing at all
Save the noise of the city streets
Landlocked in nothingness
With no way to turn for relief
Caught in my own web
Where are the ancient gods?
Who will guide me from this inertia?
If I stare into the sun long enough
The spirit will move me
I will be sanctified
Star-WatchingMy breath came in huge gulps, as though trying to swallow the skyStar-Watching by Bark
You passed by, sitting cross-legged on a cloud; I could not speak
The dreamflakes I had for breakfast fell around like snow
When I stopped breathing, I dove underwater and swam like mad
The cards we’d been playing with last night were all marked
I could see that clearly now, here in the blurred aquatic silence
Entangled in weeds on the bottom, I lay down to rest
At nightfall, I saw Van Gogh stars in the sky above my new home
“So this is it,” I thought, “my new life as a star-watcher has begun”
The unfinished plans and scraps of paper left above didn’t worry
That was then, this is now; I write poems on fish about you in the sky
The holes in the ozone read them, and tell me how wonderful they are
Really, who could ask for more? I’ve seen worse days.
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happyThe Artist by Bark
To leave their home for her newest installation piece
She cried sometimes for no reason other than
She felt like having a good cry
Her house was covered in her students’ drawings
She said the best art was produced from innocence
She went mad once, and painted canvas after canvas
In furious strokes of black
The soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew old
People shook their heads when they saw her
And whispered “poor dear” under their breath
But she was never poor
Her love for everything and everyone never died
It was swept in all directions like a summer breeze
Making people smile without knowing why
But the river rocks know
Driving Out Demons in a Gold Rolls RoyceBabies with teeth that speak like men. Children with dark circles under their eyes; they haven’t slept in fifty-seven years. They wait in dark alleys and doorways for me to walk by. They jump on my back and ride, driving me wherever they wish to go.Driving Out Demons in a Gold Rolls Royce by Bark
Not tonight, though. I’ve planned it well, rehearsed it over and over in my mind. Tonight, I drive up in the Rolls. I jump out and run around to the other side like a chauffeur, opening the door. They hesitate, but eventually climb in. Thirteen of them; I almost laugh at the thought that they’ve turned such a beautifully decadent automobile into a veritable clown car.
I drive through the darkness, listening to their mutterings. As we reach the edge of a cliff, I jump out. The car plummets far below, just the way I’d planned it. Goodbye, Rolls. Goodbye, you little bastards. The sun is rising as I begin the long trek home. Music plays in my head, the William Tell overture. I don’t know why.
Tonight I will sleep f
do you?do you? by brunette-from-oz
"Do You Remember?"
I was on the roundabout- in the park
spinning - the wind freezing my mouth into a smile.
And children in bright colours
Pointing and sharing my fun.
I could have taken flight
in freedom and joy.
I walked along the shore
Following like a faithful puppy.
Sunrise gilded the sand and water
stretching out to a molten horizon.
And my heart- full
Spread a golden warmth.
I could have melted
in happiness and love
I was a spectator
at a football game one Saturday.
Winter froze my nose.
Hands were warm in deep pockets
while I screamed for my team.
It was hard and rough and fast
A bitter day
Being televised, anyway
I could have hugged you
in excitement and thrill.
How could you remember?
I was alone.
#Unreal-Photos announces it's 1st monthly contest!:iconunreal-photos:#Unreal-Photos announces it's 1st monthly contest! by Mishkin-Rayman
Greetings Fellow Deviants!
We the staff at #Unreal-Photos are planning our first monthly feature contest with votes open to the general public from November 20th until Nov. 30th.
In an effort to influence the Burmese military dictatorship in a positive direction and to encourage the spread of democratic thinking, we will keep voting counts open at all time and promise to not just to promise to do so, but to actually do it for real, and even abide by the results thereof, regardless of how we might feel about them.
We also promise that no Deviants will be killed or arrested during this process, because we think that it would be a F***ing disgrace!
Our contest is simple; any deviation accepted to our gallery is also part of the competition. From all works submitted between the 15th month 1 to the 15th of the following, our staff selects 40 works, which is then subject to vote.