|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The SpecificsFlesh is wayward of flesh
Two quantities adjoined yield another
Events occurred, are occurring
Points in time, spans of time
States have changed
But the patterns remain
And as for me
I think I can explain love
The Funerary MonumentThe Funerary Monument of J. Alfred Prufrock
It was a simple service on a pallid day
(And London mourned, but not for he)
Attended only I presume
By the one who bought the masonry.
As the priest's words scrambled on,
Though ignorant, I could still see
The dead had died as he had lived:
Afraid. Alone. Melancholy.
Yet when the crowd of two had left
And I returned to prune a tree...
I've lain awake since every night
To ponder the new tomb's decree:
J ALFRED PRUFROCK
HAS THERE EVER LIVED
A MAN MORE ASTUTE AT LOVE
Spar with the SkyThis is what it is to be alive
(Or perhaps elide)
To arm yourself to spar with the sky
Like a good friend
Like the instructor who gave you this shinai
Trusting you know how to use it
And when all is done will still laugh with you at the pub tonight
Even if you gave him or yourself in return
A black eye
Changing LanesI once had two parallel lines
That, when measured, diverged every time.
Ol' Euclid just shrugged
Said, "Your math's got a bug."
Nope, my negative curvature's fine.
IdentitiesTake the natural log of root i
(This is strange, but I swear I don't lie)
Ask Euler if you doubt -
From his grave he will shout:
"That's i times one quarter of π!"
The AlethionautThe Alethionaut (This Bold Sunrise)
"Destroy me," I shout.
Of ivory-tower philosophy
In vacuous sterility
And yet the sun dares shine on me.
I should not have been sent here
For I have only discovered
What they do not want to hear
That the music of the spheres is silence
While stars creep ever by
Signifiers of the absurd
Guarding with their existence the secrets
That are secret to none:
That orbits decay
That the terror of the blind
Contrasts only the terror of the seeing
And that which is
This bold sunrise does not delay
Flaying light, ever-meaning light
A curse to the stars, an offense to the I
Preaching terrible beauty will not be subdu
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More