Names do not matter;
Beyond our mere existence -
God is still the same.
Love SongDon't choke the love out of meLove Song by Filosofia
prodding incessantly for words and expressions;
I know you hoped my love for you
would move me to speak in gushes of verse,
but if the river were to dry
neither you nor I
could force it to do otherwise;
your frantic pales of spilling water, your harrowing spades
would only deepen the wound in the earth.
Lifeless it will flow
still it will die.
If gravity should command a different course
who are we to argue with the earth?
In vain, they hurl their should's and should-not's
wrapping their minds in shroud upon shroud
their hearts, pulverized -
cast in casts of error
infests the darkness; a fear of pain.
The sight of blood to the eyes is fine -
but the mind
(seeking refuge in the blind)
refuses to see hearts bleed, and die.
Don't choke the love out of me;
the love is gone, and you're choking me.
SpeedSpeedSpeed by Filosofia
is distance over time.
Distance is separation
the crack, the void,
a pain to be savored.
Time is passing
there's not enough to waste
in circular definitions;
time is a line, without a curve.
speed is the wind
blowing through your hair
not the numbers you stare at
as the world passes by.
...Your warm hair's a sonnet,... by Filosofia
Your scent is a song
Your smile is a painting
Of where I belong.
Your voice is my prayer
Your lips are my wine
Your heartbeat, my temple;
Pristine and divine.
Your eyes a deep well
A sweet ode to glee
Your confident gait;
Yet these words are naught
But insult to Time
For you are a poem
In no need of rhyme.
BlindMaybe her voiceBlind by Filosofia
Whispered through your ears
(in your mind)
Feels like her silky wisps of hair
At your fingertips
Maybe her smile
Brighter than the sun
Reflected in her eyes
Melts the world
Into the palm of your hand
Leaving you lost
In a space-less void
Sweet as honey, intoxicating as wine
To you she's all that is pure and divine
But I swear by the star where our fates intertwine,
No heart could ever love you as mine.
Therefore is winged cupid painted blind
The hitTake the time to recall the hit that made you forgetThe hit by x-outsider-x
it wasn't the actual blow that caused the pain
it was the feeling of absence
the way the blaze fizzled out was just a side effect
When the fire went away, so did you
when the smoke cleared all that was left was emotion's ash
and that's been scattered all around here...clinging
embedded in a bit of brick that showed
what blood and thought looked like outside of you.
Holiday Card Project 2008This year marks deviantART's fifth annual Holiday Card Project! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the Holiday Card Project connects deviants from all around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating get well holiday cards.Holiday Card Project 2008 by Heidi
Last year the Project received well over 1300 holiday cards sent in by more than 750 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. The cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by dA members at the UCI Medical Center in Orange, California. Extra cards were given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for their staff to hand out to patients.
The idea behind the Holiday Card Project is to simply try and do something nice for others. However, if that isn't enough incentive, every deviant who submits a card will be given a free one-month subscription to deviantART, as
ChrysanthemumA summer chrysanthemumChrysanthemum by Nojo-on-the-rojo
Wilting ever so quickly
Winter comes so cruelly
Adore this dying flower
An evening of romanceThe soft roarAn evening of romance by Jazzman1989
of a crackling fire
illuminates the room
a mysterious afterglow
of a blanket
the night time
of our dreams.
The clink of glass
as we toast
to the night
and the fire,
The warmth of you
in my arms
as the night
is all I need
to keep me around.
The love is forever
part of us
make me happy
for the days
The night is gone
as the light
envelops the room,
the fire has faded,
but you are
and I will
hold you still.
Current Residence: Alexandria, Egypt|
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative, Indie, and anything acoustic.
Favourite style of art: simplicity, elegance.. grace.
MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch