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Daily Deviation
March 19, 2002
In Thoughts, woozster speaks of a community of lonely people bound by profound, deep emotion. "Dream of sunshine" she tells us in a moment of selfless encouragement that only hints of her devotion to deviantART.com. Come, dip your hands in this literary pool of hope and wash your soul clean. picked by keen. (Selected by +skyorange)
Featured by skyOrange
Literature Text
In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works contain and exude more than before.
Everyone has a bit of the artist in them, no matter how good or bad, talented or raw their works are. Personally, the ones which move me the most are those created with pure emotion. It is through these pieces that I meet people who simply amazed me with their sensitivity towards life, society and themselves. However, the beautifully created pieces, whether written, drawn, or created with a mouse/wacom, came at a price: self.
I could cite numerous friends who I have the privilege to know that are hurting inside. It is a hurt so deep and profound, that all I ever want to do is wish, hope and perhaps even try, to ease this burden of theirs.
'tis lonely on the moon.
Life grows cold, one grows old
too soon, too soon.
We all feel lonely, sometime or another. There are days when we feel that no one cares, that nothing's worth anything, that the daily doses of pain reach a stage where it is unbearable. A burden on the soul that rips us apart. And through it all, we're alone. Frustration at our inability to make a change, a difference. Nothing but bleakness and shadows that envelope us in complete darkness. Falling, broken, torn. Alone.
We're not. Honestly we're not. No matter how bleak the days and nights, we're never alone. There's always someone, even if just one, who cares. Always. And more often than not, there are more people out there who give a damn than you'll ever know.
Think what you will:
that life passes you by
that nothing stands still
that people try
your patience
your faith
your strength.
I say hold on
be strong.
That you have faith in what you call true
Honest reflection in no one but you
Let all else go, they matter naught
What matters is your self you sought.
Remember: however bleak and trying times are, however awful someone's treated you, however cruel words spill forth from people, whether strangers, people you once thought were your friends, even family (yes, they can be cruel); there are others who are better, kinder, nicer. Never, ever think that you're not worth it. Everyone deserves a kind word, a helping hand, a friendly grin, a loving smile, hug and touch. Everyone deserves to be reminded why they are special in their own unique way.
Take my hand
and we'll go for a walk
Where I'll show you
nothing new
But something unique;
Something ignored
But always we seek.
Sunshine: warm in its embrace
Bright charming rays that touch our face
A reminder of burning flame in the dark
Dancing beams of luminance so stark
You can't touch it, but feel it true
Revel in the light that shines on you.
This world is made up of all kinds of people. Remember that. We can't appreciate the good without the bad. We can't control everything around us, but we can do our best in making the slightest, smallest change that may make or break a person's spirit. Be kind. And be strong. We are special, each and every one of us. No matter what others say, we are. Special, unique, courageous. We are who and what we believe ourselves to be, and many times, we surpass even that.
No words
Just thoughts
blesséd be
dreams hand-wrought.
Reality
in pain,
but wash away
with rain
of tears;
Conquered fears.
Dream of sunshine,
shooting stars,
broken bars.
No more chains, only
smiled memories.
Bittersweet present;
once in sorrow,
but no more.
It's a beautiful tomorrow.
.love.tears.hope.dreams.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works contain and exude more than before.
Everyone has a bit of the artist in them, no matter how good or bad, talented or raw their works are. Personally, the ones which move me the most are those created with pure emotion. It is through these pieces that I meet people who simply amazed me with their sensitivity towards life, society and themselves. However, the beautifully created pieces, whether written, drawn, or created with a mouse/wacom, came at a price: self.
I could cite numerous friends who I have the privilege to know that are hurting inside. It is a hurt so deep and profound, that all I ever want to do is wish, hope and perhaps even try, to ease this burden of theirs.
'tis lonely on the moon.
Life grows cold, one grows old
too soon, too soon.
We all feel lonely, sometime or another. There are days when we feel that no one cares, that nothing's worth anything, that the daily doses of pain reach a stage where it is unbearable. A burden on the soul that rips us apart. And through it all, we're alone. Frustration at our inability to make a change, a difference. Nothing but bleakness and shadows that envelope us in complete darkness. Falling, broken, torn. Alone.
We're not. Honestly we're not. No matter how bleak the days and nights, we're never alone. There's always someone, even if just one, who cares. Always. And more often than not, there are more people out there who give a damn than you'll ever know.
Think what you will:
that life passes you by
that nothing stands still
that people try
your patience
your faith
your strength.
I say hold on
be strong.
That you have faith in what you call true
Honest reflection in no one but you
Let all else go, they matter naught
What matters is your self you sought.
Remember: however bleak and trying times are, however awful someone's treated you, however cruel words spill forth from people, whether strangers, people you once thought were your friends, even family (yes, they can be cruel); there are others who are better, kinder, nicer. Never, ever think that you're not worth it. Everyone deserves a kind word, a helping hand, a friendly grin, a loving smile, hug and touch. Everyone deserves to be reminded why they are special in their own unique way.
Take my hand
and we'll go for a walk
Where I'll show you
nothing new
But something unique;
Something ignored
But always we seek.
Sunshine: warm in its embrace
Bright charming rays that touch our face
A reminder of burning flame in the dark
Dancing beams of luminance so stark
You can't touch it, but feel it true
Revel in the light that shines on you.
This world is made up of all kinds of people. Remember that. We can't appreciate the good without the bad. We can't control everything around us, but we can do our best in making the slightest, smallest change that may make or break a person's spirit. Be kind. And be strong. We are special, each and every one of us. No matter what others say, we are. Special, unique, courageous. We are who and what we believe ourselves to be, and many times, we surpass even that.
No words
Just thoughts
blesséd be
dreams hand-wrought.
Reality
in pain,
but wash away
with rain
of tears;
Conquered fears.
Dream of sunshine,
shooting stars,
broken bars.
No more chains, only
smiled memories.
Bittersweet present;
once in sorrow,
but no more.
It's a beautiful tomorrow.
.love.tears.hope.dreams.
Literature
Scars, yelling and tears
For every tear you cry
I'll shed two from my eyes
Every time you smile
My day becomes peaceful
When you run away
A part of me becomes missing
When you cut yourself
I cringe as scars rip into me
You happiness brings me peace
Your hugs my warmth
Your love my life
You smiles become my own
Your tears bring on my rainy nights
Your anger tears at my heart
Your screams cause me pains
Your fists bruise me
Rip into my flesh
Scream my ears to deafness
Curse me unto darkness
Break my heart till it's no more
Break my will
Destroy my happiness
Cause me pain
Make me cry
But in the end it's worth it
As long as I can make you smile
Literature
Being Unique Isn't Hard
Their expressions display shock
They didn't expect it from me
I never told them to place me in a stereotype
I never told them what I'd do
They judge by what they see
What they think they know
But I am ME
You can't tell me what I should be
When I know myself better
I know which people I would accompany
I know who I trust, it may come as a surprise to you
But I don't exactly fit into anything you think I am
I do what I want to do, because it's who I am
I feel free to talk and be actual friends with anyone
Because I'm not afraid to be degraded
I know where I stand but it seems to me you don't
Don't classify me as some type of ani
Literature
whAt happens next..
When your life is taken away
What happens after that?
What happens when all your friends push you away
When you're left all alone
In the dust
In the dark
All alone
When nothing goes your way anymore
After working so hard to reach a goal
What happens next?
What happens after everything you knew in your life
Everything that was once precious to you
What happens when all you have left is pain?
When will it be enough?
Will it ever go away?
When your life has turned to pain and suffering
Where every other day you cry in the darkness of your own room
Nothing to comfort you but your music blaring loudly
What happens next?
When the
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Of community, of people, of friends. I apologize if I don't make much sense; I lack sleep. However, I felt that I had to put these words up, if only to remind myself to be kind, to be honest, to be the best that I can be.
I'm not trying to be preachy, I'm not trying to impose my belief on others. Call me idealistic, stupid, gullible, but I truly believe that everyone is capable of kindness.
The stanzas were inspired by the lovely people that populate this site. Some more so than others.
Just thoughts
I share,
just words
show care.
just smiles
and hope,
just dreams;
you'll cope.
My head throbs; I need sleep.
I'm not trying to be preachy, I'm not trying to impose my belief on others. Call me idealistic, stupid, gullible, but I truly believe that everyone is capable of kindness.
The stanzas were inspired by the lovely people that populate this site. Some more so than others.
Just thoughts
I share,
just words
show care.
just smiles
and hope,
just dreams;
you'll cope.
My head throbs; I need sleep.
© 2002 - 2024 woozster
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Beautifull. You can feel the emotion!