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No one could deny you : This
And make you feel so : Broken
Why so much love you gave away to this, a ruined : City
Its rough towers scrape across your skies : And
Break their light across the gray brick world and : The
Gray-eyed : Millions
who can not see the love you dream : of.
This city has no room for : Wings
When rain needs no thunder’s roar
to astonish us inside
it takes a solid form.
One that howls lightly
like no ghost I've ever known.
The distant storm soaked world obscured
by gray through window’s speckled face
becomes a horde of ghouls among a fog of trees.
They are the Nymphs of rain,
the voiceless thunder of the angry clouds.
The endless space
of clouds with size
to cloud the mind
spin in silence.
Each light seems as
bright as day though
it is night
without rest or
beginnings.
Smaller than the
smallest star
in frozen motion
is machine
made by man alone.
It journeys through
the heat of
dark color
and opens
white instances.
In sleeping stillness,
on tether's end, a man.
reflected on his
round glass sphere
is everything.
He loves
to see this sight.
To dream in starlight
under every
moon.
Dear
God
they fell
like thick rain.
I was once a kid,
Not a soldier leaping over
barbed wire – fire singed remnants of my friends shot dead.
Little pebbles, little kids in the mix of fire roses eroding in the sky.
Open souled heroes were fighters, vying for survival when their world disappears without words to describe how so willingly they died.
The cowards among us fled from red drops, some blood and some fire flying higher than ever before with explosions us kids never thought of. Reports heading home describe hell, foretells their deaths but they fell all the same. Like thick rain.
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eyes
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TOSO
ME
((r.e'd)))
forc
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Wanted
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Re_al
thin
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eye
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Sosheg
No one could deny you : This
And make you feel so : Broken
Why so much love you gave away to this, a ruined : City
Its rough towers scrape across your skies : And
Break their light across the gray brick world and : The
Gray-eyed : Millions
who can not see the love you dream : of.
This city has no room for : Wings
When rain needs no thunder’s roar
to astonish us inside
it takes a solid form.
One that howls lightly
like no ghost I've ever known.
The distant storm soaked world obscured
by gray through window’s speckled face
becomes a horde of ghouls among a fog of trees.
They are the Nymphs of rain,
the voiceless thunder of the angry clouds.
The endless space
of clouds with size
to cloud the mind
spin in silence.
Each light seems as
bright as day though
it is night
without rest or
beginnings.
Smaller than the
smallest star
in frozen motion
is machine
made by man alone.
It journeys through
the heat of
dark color
and opens
white instances.
In sleeping stillness,
on tether's end, a man.
reflected on his
round glass sphere
is everything.
He loves
to see this sight.
To dream in starlight
under every
moon.
Dear
God
they fell
like thick rain.
I was once a kid,
Not a soldier leaping over
barbed wire – fire singed remnants of my friends shot dead.
Little pebbles, little kids in the mix of fire roses eroding in the sky.
Open souled heroes were fighters, vying for survival when their world disappears without words to describe how so willingly they died.
The cowards among us fled from red drops, some blood and some fire flying higher than ever before with explosions us kids never thought of. Reports heading home describe hell, foretells their deaths but they fell all the same. Like thick rain.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA,
Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh.
Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care,
In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there.
The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads.
And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light,
Had just settled down to log-off for the night,
When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter,
Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter.
To the browser window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache.
When what to his art-loving ey
SO, I'm going to Amherst for Juniper Writing thing. And I KNOW I haven't posted a SINGLE THing for Ages. I was on break for a while to gather up some GOOd material so I can get THe MOst out of this. Expect GrEAt things to come in the next week or the WeeK after. I DO want AND expect at LEAST my followers (FEW as they are) to see this.
it's Caliber (of Kitcaliber)....the original art was posted on a fanblog but since it was taken down i have no idea who to source it to. I did a Bunch of edits as well to it. (sorry for late reply, don't get on very often)