To Flow Like Water,There is a place where it must runthe rain. But then I've wondered, where rain comes from and where must it go? Rain, is from the sky, from moody charcoal clouds. Rain droplets are form there, then hurled into the world like asteroids. Late night, early morningmore rain and rushing medics. It's the rainy season and she screams. Lightening slashed across the nightlighting up the darkness; the delivery room and in the comforts of my home, I can hear thunder. Thunder, pelleting winds, rain, a nurse coaching her"Push, breathe, push, almost there." Rain is everywhere. It gets into tiny cracks and crevices; seeps through dirt and windows.To Flow Like Water, by WetKakashi
The kitchen emitted a high pitch screech. My mother is boiling waterwatching the flames flicker and lick the old kettle on the stove. A trail of steam. She's making tea and occasionally glances out of the window. &
Birth of PoetryI tangled my fingers in the curls of the universe,Birth of Poetry by LiliWrites
pulled. The earth fell out: round, warm, spinning.
Awkward and shy, she wondered how she got here; how
a rock that got wet and grew moss could be significant.
So I scooped her up in my fingers, breathed her scent:
(lilies and oceans and ozone and forests and fish and birds
and whales and rain and the empty elegance in wolf howls)
death and life. I found chaos
and knew beauty.
Bipolar cells, Bipolar diseaseWe all have bipolar neurons -Bipolar cells, Bipolar disease by Rosary0fSighs
brain cells with two processes.
Bipolar neurons process light
Some of us have bipolar disorder
where our moods chemically switch into two severe states
into mania and depression.
Sometimes we're fighting darkness
some days we're drowning in light
both are dangerous
both are debilitating
both can kill us
But we are all human.
We all have bipolar neurons and they keep us alive.
Some of us have bipolar disorder, which can lead us to suicide.
So next time you insult me for being bipolar,
remember that at a cellular level, your brain is bipolar too.
The difference is that my brain is cellularly bipolar
but it is chemically and structurally bipolar too.
Bipolar disorder needs your understanding
not your judgment.
This is a disease that brings us to our knees
this is a disease that can destroy families and lives.
This is a chemical reality that feels like a waking nightmare,
like trying to breathe inside antimatter and black holes
or feeling that euphoria, feelin
Silent Trios,Gunfire Fireflieswhite powder a litany of snowSilent Trios,Gunfire Fireflies by Rosary0fSighs
heroin murder littering the black tunnels of a gun
oblique rain in the morning
fireflies swarm his mind
as eyelids flutter and close
she went down town
pennies falling silver and blue
from her hands
enough to pay the ferryman
across the deep
to the other side
she bought threaded coils
just for the promise of sleep
the promise of sleep
he wandered the arches
in the dusk of streetlights
of roads paved with rose gold
of gentle waves waiting below
in the cold of the night
his eyelashes falling into white
he took a step into the ether
just to breathe feathers
just for flight
the sleeping curls
touch the curves of her neck
the feeling of his feet
into the dark
Glimpses Through Windows"What's it like to snake your fingers through gravity and rope the Earth's water with it?"Glimpses Through Windows by HugQueen
I wondered, if for a moment, he would actually listen if I gave him an answer.
"What's it like to breathe?" I asked, and though I knew he couldn't really hear my question, I wondered what he'd think if he knew who I really was. If he could actually understand me.
The conversation was taking eons because I would stop and sprinkle stardust on the grass; waiting for the sun to peer from behind me. He held his breath, but I can't feel the oxygen settling in his chest. I can't. I can't.
"You're not very good at this, are you."
It wasn't a question this time. More of you are there and so I'm telling you because you're there statements. I wasn't good at answering questions anyways. He didn't stay outside for long, they never do. The warmth of a house draws them back.
"Look how pretty the moon is, mommy!"
Her voice caught my attention, paper cup pressed up against her ear she waited for a response
She, Song VersionShe is violin.She, Song Version by BloodshotInk
A graceful flourish of her fingers,
One hypnotising movement,
And I sing for her.
The mournful, aching sound,
Of hearts in love.
She is flute,
A cool breeze across my neck,
One mesmerising whisper,
And I long for her.
The whimpering, broken sound,
Of men in love.
Touch my soul with symphony
And together we will sing
With love notes and with lyrics
We'll survive anything
Kiss me with your chorus
Converse me with your rhymes
Drums take over heart beats
As we whisper stolen lines
She is guitar,
Fumbling with notes and chords,
One revitalising gesture,
And I play for her,
The quickened heartbeat sound,
Of fools in love.
She is harp.
I carress tense heart strings,
One tantalising murmur,
And I love for her.
The silent, beautiful sound,
Of falling in love.
Touch my soul with sympathy
And say that you are mine
Late nights and late mornings
We can pass the time
Kiss me in soft silences
Our eyes can speak for us
Don't want to be a
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This new article is an extension of my Seven at Seven initiative. If you are like me, you get frustrated browsing for DeviantART news and discovering nothing but miscats. So, with this article, it is my hope to shed new light on the differences between DEVIATIONS and JOURNALS and how to post them. With introductions out of the way, lets start with --
A News Refresher: What to Avoid
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