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Jobs are laid to rest again
some are finished, most undone.
Drawing toward that place within
to distant lands with blazing suns...
Anything you want to be
and everything you know you're not.
In the land of sleepless dreams
where goals are reached, and souls are lost.
People daydream of this place
and let the real world pass them by.
Trapped within a shrinking space
they're forced to watch their loved ones die.
But at the ending of the day
when all the bells have finally tolled.
The prison of their life abates
and sink to pillows made of gold.
And for the briefest stretch of time
a tortured soul feels full of hope.
The land where dreaming calms the strife
and lives the dreams of tattered souls...
FW Contest - Matrix7(2)
As I walk through my day I see
streets full of people with empty heads
and hollow souls. Rushing to get to places
they really don't want to go.
Searching for things they never really wanted.
And killing for things they put in a yard sales.
So I go to my place that they don't know about
my sanctuary if you will, inside
the walls of my mind yet larger than my world....
I fade from their eyes (I was never really there to start).
I fade from their goals for me, their desires
until only I am left with me/myself/and I.
I open my eyes and look down, but I see no hand.
I raise my arms to wind that no longer exists
and embrace the matchless peace as I fade deeper....
deeper...deeper...deeper....until all that is left of me IS me.
My essence, soul, ambitions, dreams, goals...and I am content.
So I watch as life rushes by to places they don't want to go...
searching for things they never wanted, and I shed tears of
pity for them because they don't take the time to learn to fade......
FW Contest - Matrix7(3)
As I step into this place of peace
the howls and cries that filled my reality
a moment ago suddenly cease to exist.
I turn around and look through the non-existant
wall (yet it is there) between here
and "the real world" and smile.
I have walked for lifetimes to get here.
Been to hell and back more times than I care to count
all for one moment's respite, one moment of peace.
And now I have it. I breathe the untainted
air around me, stretch my hand through the
wall and instantly feel the sting of life's vampiric kiss.
Cold, yet intensely hot. Repulsive, yet tempting...
As I retract my hand I smile at the peace I have
found in the oddest of places.
Where everyone passes but nobody looks...
The eye of the storm is encompassed and saturated
with crystal tears of peace, and quiet.
And for a brief moment in my life, I stop to smell the roses...
and as I watch life rage and swirl around me....I smile.....
FW Contest - Matrix7
The storm called life is raging on,
I see it from the inside out.
Rain against the pane glass beats,
hear the sounds of angry shouts.
Teardrops from a dying world,
surround my safe and secret place.
Troubles dare not follow me
to this place of peace and grace...
I come in from the cold outside
when I need a place to rest.
To calm my anger, hate and pride
and get some secrets off my chest.
When at peace I leave this place
but leave the beacon burning bright.
Back into the ragin storm,
but I never lose sight of the light.
My safety net when things get tough
the lighthouse of my soul burns on.
To guide me through when life gets rough
and catch me there in open arms...
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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