The Poetry of LoveBlue eyes haunt my memory,pressing their seal upon my heart and soul –your softness has me aching for one more breathless, single kiss.Beautiful crashes of bodies remind me of how I desperatelycrave you – love you – now, for always.I seek the comfort of your arms – I need you, as the poet needs his pen.Your touch rouses all that is beautiful and divine.I collect precious memories, one by one –of the sunlight reflected in the gorgeousness of your eyes.Your baby-blues call out as a luscious siren, reminding methat I am alive – please, call me home.Keep hold upon my love for you – my beautiful, fiery bolt of sunshine.My heartbeat leaps to the tender beckoning of your sweet song.Passion a-bounds; as my spirit longs for yours,and our united hearts ignite the night – our flames of desire –carry on, my dearest – carry on: protect my heart, my soul, know my love.Memories of you engulf me – as I pray for the ecsta
August: Loving SpiritWelcome to August!While a new summer month begins, I have noticed there has been another stir within the Literature community, as of late. Several insightful deviants raised various, significant points about the state of our tight knit circle. Over the course of my years here as an actively involved community deviant, I have written about the many blessings this very community has freely provided to those seeking out encouraging outlets.I try my absolute best to stand by the positive ideals I re-enforce – striving daily to be an active voice for those who may feel they are not always heard. Rest assured; even the quietest voices have a large impact. Those of you who may think those of us in our presumed positions of wider influence and power do not truly see you: we do. I keep my mind and heart open to new opportunities that present themselves. I am
Inspiring Deviants: LiteratureEveryday, I have the opportunity to meet so many wonderful deviants who continue to inspire me. In the eight years I have shared my writing here, I have had the privilege to meet others who value my passion for Literature and beyond – and have gained so much. From many here I have learned the power of stirring inspiration, delving into our creative passions, and connections in love and friendship. I wanted to spotlight just a few artistic souls who have made a distinctive impact in my life – and to express my deepest gratitude towards them all for making a difference within our Literature community.You Have Made a Difference in My Life…AGMeadeAmber shines not only through her graceful personality, but also in her talents as a writer. You can trust in knowing that with Amber’s writing you will find truth and beauty.:devDreamsinstati
May Community CaringWelcome to May!Looking forward to a new month, I anticipate several upcoming events within the community. Recently, in correlation with one of these related DeviantART projects, I began my research in perusing through some of my older journals. I feel honored to say being a member of this tight-knit community over the years has given me so much enduring courage and strength. I have truly grown in these eight years – and continue growing. I strive to persist in reaching out to others in positive and caring ways.Some visit my second home and may wonder – and indeed – others have asked: how did you get your start? What compels you to keep going, and: why do you do what it is you do?In beginning to forge a positive role, I began by selflessly seeking to give an enduring part of my own heart toward a greater cause – giving sincerity, loving support, and working “deviously” in promoting other artists who share(d) my passion here for all things Literatur
Mid July News: AppreciationThere are defining moments that come to us – reminding us of our blessings. They oftentimes reveal themselves in the most unexpected of places, as we travel down our paths. And, whether they are blessings in disguise, or unique challenges that may tempt our inner demons, they mold and change us. These ongoing challenges make us come to appreciate the rare, truest gifts. One needn’t look too far to discover that the littlest things – these relished things that are not truly “things” – indeed are the most valuable, loved “things” in our lives that we should be ever-thankful for, and to forever cherish. These most beloved “things” in our lives are the enduring friendships, our support systems, and the tender guidance of a loved one. They are the silent prayers others freely offer – the sweetest embraces – and the whispers of encouragement. They are the unity of our communities, the free flowing, thoughtful crit
Mid August News: Heart JourneyAfter celebrating another cherished DeviantART birthday – and a looming one of my own – I think of the scores of blessings and the occasional trials during my own DeviantART journey. During times of personal growth, painful loss and devious changes here throughout the years, there are many that freely give love and support. After nine years, I have valued everything they have done for me. My experiences would not have been entirely the same, otherwise.I owe a vast amount of gratitude to one deviant in particular, who ultimately gave me the courage to raise my voice in the darkness, when I was still trying to forge my path within the community. Many know of this angel who watches over us – his name is Bill, GeneratingHype. He, along with wreckling, StJoan, Moonbeam13, fourteenthstar, and Memnalar in particular – stayed by my side and offered (and continue to offer,) unwavering support.Other dearest friends and loving beautiful soul
Mid December News: Season of LoveAs we celebrate another festive and joyful season, I take time to celebrate my many blessings. I am blessed to know so many whose hearts have connected with mine – having reached forth loving hands – creating everlasting bonds. I happily return home to DeviantART again and again, to find affectionate support and comfort. I cannot even begin to thank everyone who has made such a difference in expressing his or her dearest friendship and sincerest care towards me. All of you here who I have the esteemed honor to call “friend” – have deeply touched a special part of my soul. I did not wish for another holiday season to pass by without my having said so. It is a rare, beautiful gift – perhaps the most rare and precious of all. I am so thankful for it: truly, truly. Friendships, trust, love, honor, and faith – these are the most wonderful gifts, priceless and true.The holiday is the season of giving and the season of love. But, I hope to give selfl
30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume XIIIWhat's This?Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. And, if there is a writer that may not be listed in this edition, you may wish to <a wytiwyg="1" href="http://ladylincoln.deviantart.com/journal/30-Writers-You-Should-Discover-Volume-V-253955140">
Mid March News: ShadowsIn two days, there will be another birthday. It is a special one, thought it is a day I can no longer share with one of the few people in this living world that have meant so very much to me. Momma’s birthday anniversary still stings deep. Sadly, I fear it always will – but in the past, I did latch onto the fragile hope I might at last be able to re-connect with someone else who was important to her. In my sincerity and dutiful actions, I prayed I was doing everything in my power to abide by my momma’s last request: to see to her husband’s well being. In the recent past three years I have tried – and I kept on fighting (a losing battle) – until the very end, when it all became a bittersweet failure.And, despite how deeply hurt I felt (and still feel so today), that it was all so bitterly one sided; in my heart, I wanted to always believe that there would come a day when the phone might ring, or there might be a knock upon my door, and that at last,
Space BlanketsPurple cloudsdraped over crescent hips--bashful twin moons.
MythosThe Hunter Orion's prey— a sky of fleeing stars: dawn.Chiron Sagittarius: the archer's arrow, piercing eventide.
Winter's WindowMisted palm printmelting ice spiderwebs,fingers framed by sunlight.
.i would shed my skinwith autumn, but my veins wouldcrack like the dry leaves
LandingWhen a butterflypauses on your freckled noseso does the summer.
ResidueShe wilts in the wind,but laughter still sounds from aleftover shadow.
Cheval GlassSip down your gin,saltwater girl,before you drown in disillusion.
this is not a suicide notewhat would change if i left?would you wear your sadnesslike a bullet-- raw and fresh andslung, chafing, into solemn chambers;or would you swallow it downto poison your lungs,steal your breath & dissolvethe remnants of me?would you smoke yourself out,a pyre of anger in one fistsmouldering with resentment--unfueled but hot and bright andburning our love to ashes;or would you hang it,trailing, coiled around your neckwhere it will catch, untenanted,on shards of me and tightento choke you?would you throw in the toweland jump, too, unfetteredwithout my soul;or would you just breathe butterflies,an exultation of relief and gratitude?
Gunshots from Tulips [Inhale. Exhale.]Only fools think of how the air was born.I scatter the sand to the lips of the ocean.The seashells and the corals could use the extraseeing as how I use mine on duplicate facsimiles,sitting on cloud clichés
HaikuWriMo1Church spire, stretching,weds the moon.2Slate skyand a heavy heat;collapsing.3Embroidered stars—celestial needlework.4Fairy wrens:steeds of elven knights,armoured all in blue.5Raindrops—wet wings,startled honeybee.6Huntsmanupon orange glass:a specimen, fossilisedin amber.7Scarred grape,veined in gold—kintsugi.8White blossoms,fallen like snowdrops.9Eagle in flight,great wings cradlingthe half-moon.10Pastel sun,peeking from a soft,smoky grey duvet.11The world settles;the heavens awaken—storm.12Black swans:two arrows in tandem.13Mirror-verse—sunset’s reflection,river-bound.14The yellow of anold book:crinkled paper moon.15Tangled in old web—a spider, noosed.16Rough brushstrokesof a smudged landscape:Impressionism.17Giant’s treasure:pot of molten goldspilledalong the treetops.18Raindropslike gemstones,flinging light.
His Better HalfBride/GroomWife/Husband /Widower
pyrrhic lamentman's final sunset,lost in embered horizons;the purge is complete.
winterice sculpts the sunrise,filters down to still the day;silver mists echo
.the oaks crouch to greetme, i sit with the ferns andthe forest listens
metalin telling the robotthat she doesn't have a heartyou break it in two
okt 1crisp dawn breaks,'luming ice blue skies;herfst is hier.
HeartacheThere's a reason whyboth my heart and my gunhave empty chambers baby, and it's you.
1,001 NightsIn a land ofdreams and dust:the curve ofa half-hazed sun,devoured.
It's truly simple but wonderful.
Even simple things can have so many hidden meanings