I see you from across the hall
dressed
in black and red and pink and white
you look at me
I look at you
we look at each other.
I see the longing in your eyes.
Why won't you let me love you?
Tears flow freely from my eyes.
I am a lost soul
a nomad wandering the desert
I wander
alone
lonely
with no one to guide me
but the cold
bare
light
of the
moon.
I die, alone and cold
In the stark light of early morning.
I hate you.
PAPER CUT
The letter you left me
lies at my miserable, aching feet
my soul is blistered by the words spitefully scrawled
onto
this
paper.
I turn the page, reading my way through the truth of your betrayal
when suddenly
quickly
painfully
like a knife
my hand is cut
by paper.
this paper cut will never heal as long as your heart keeps away from me.
It Burns. It stings.
[b]Stitches[/b]
I drag the razor over my pale white skin
The blood raptures out like a gentle stream
of pain
dripping
dripping
dropping
to the floor.
I pass out.
I am relieved from my anguished pain.
I awake in a room white as snow
Wires attatched to my veins.
Trapped, enslaved, caged.
With these stitches on my wrists.
House of the Disenchanted ch1 by myburningsoul, literature
Literature
House of the Disenchanted ch1
House of the Disenchanted
Chapter I (fragment)
This was it I had just entered the first day of college. The overwhelming chaos emanating throughout the corridors smothers me in a blanket of pain and sorrow. The cold and distant nature of those around me reflects the inner darkness of my soul. My name is Elias Beau and this is my life of disenchantment.
Total indifference and apathy oozes from the foolish, mediocre morons around me. I try to block their energy out, to keep my brilliant mind pure and sharp, and to maintain my mental alacrity. Their eyes pierce through my tough exterior like the blades of a thousand scimitars cutting
Rebirth
I am a phoenix, in flight
Falling from my heavenly perch upon your godly shoulder.
I drop down, wings broken, turning to ash in a ball of
Blazing
Fury.
Then silence.
Ashes flitter through the night air as the fire dies out.
Then
I rise once more from the remains of our distant past
A once-fiery memory of our passion and love is the source of my new beginning.
I live. I breathe. I fly, once more.
I see you from across the hall
dressed
in black and red and pink and white
you look at me
I look at you
we look at each other.
I see the longing in your eyes.
Why won't you let me love you?
Tears flow freely from my eyes.
I am a lost soul
a nomad wandering the desert
I wander
alone
lonely
with no one to guide me
but the cold
bare
light
of the
moon.
I die, alone and cold
In the stark light of early morning.
I hate you.
PAPER CUT
The letter you left me
lies at my miserable, aching feet
my soul is blistered by the words spitefully scrawled
onto
this
paper.
I turn the page, reading my way through the truth of your betrayal
when suddenly
quickly
painfully
like a knife
my hand is cut
by paper.
this paper cut will never heal as long as your heart keeps away from me.
It Burns. It stings.
[b]Stitches[/b]
I drag the razor over my pale white skin
The blood raptures out like a gentle stream
of pain
dripping
dripping
dropping
to the floor.
I pass out.
I am relieved from my anguished pain.
I awake in a room white as snow
Wires attatched to my veins.
Trapped, enslaved, caged.
With these stitches on my wrists.
House of the Disenchanted ch1 by myburningsoul, literature
Literature
House of the Disenchanted ch1
House of the Disenchanted
Chapter I (fragment)
This was it I had just entered the first day of college. The overwhelming chaos emanating throughout the corridors smothers me in a blanket of pain and sorrow. The cold and distant nature of those around me reflects the inner darkness of my soul. My name is Elias Beau and this is my life of disenchantment.
Total indifference and apathy oozes from the foolish, mediocre morons around me. I try to block their energy out, to keep my brilliant mind pure and sharp, and to maintain my mental alacrity. Their eyes pierce through my tough exterior like the blades of a thousand scimitars cutting
Rebirth
I am a phoenix, in flight
Falling from my heavenly perch upon your godly shoulder.
I drop down, wings broken, turning to ash in a ball of
Blazing
Fury.
Then silence.
Ashes flitter through the night air as the fire dies out.
Then
I rise once more from the remains of our distant past
A once-fiery memory of our passion and love is the source of my new beginning.
I live. I breathe. I fly, once more.
I am 18 years old and I breath, eat and drink the arts. Creativity flows through my veins instead of blood. In my spare time i enjoy reading the works of Edgar allen poe as well as random fanfics (espescially vampire ones).
My ultimate dream is to become a successful illustrator and writer in dark and emotional art. I know i can do it.
that's all i have to say. Thank you for visiting, Blessed be.
Current Residence: Hell... deviantWEAR sizing preference: men's medium/small... Favourite genre of music: Metal, rock... Favourite style of art: Dark and expressive MP3 player of choice: Black. Favourite cartoon character: Emily the Strange <3 Personal Quote: Life is worthless.
Favourite Visual Artist
myself
Favourite Movies
Bloodrayne and Bloodrayne 2
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cradle of Filth, My Chemical Romance, Linkin Park, The Medic Droid, Tokio Hotel, Children of Bodom
merry xmas, happy new year and all that blablabla
been away for a while trying to recover whats left of my shattered love life
my pain will b my muse i guess
blessed be xxxxx
hey guys
so recently i joined some critique groups because i thought that i'd be given fair, honest and compassionate critique by critics.
I was wrong.
One so-called critic is basically bashing my work and making me feel really upset...
and he doesn't even draw! At least i have the guts to do what i love most and ask for ppl to criticise it. But i will not accept """"critique"""" from a 13 year old CHILD who is a glorified troll.
how are people gna like my work when i have this guy berating my chosen style?
god some ppl...
have u ever had anything like this happen ?
hi all
this is just a small "update" thing to let u all know tht due to exams i have kinda fallen behind on my art and writing routien.
i know i promised more stuff but it's been hectic and the parents are bugging the bejesus out of me.
blessed be
ambrose aka burningsoul
oh so just because you write poetry you think you're all that? Emo piece of shit. Learn how to be nice and write constructive critisim. "you suck" isn't helping the situation.