A Child's Game.My Deepest regrets for what I doneA Child's Game. by Seanchai-Caleb
But it was purely in my intentions.
We wore close once, I have not forgotten.
But I did it and my condolences
But I simply sip the sweeter wine now.
You are Red now,
And I am purple.
I remember playing those games in the halls.
The die dashing along the Floorboards,
Or the Kings of Chess.
We argued for hours, I was never good a losing,
I let you win though, my emotions a cloud.
As teens we grew into
And so my desires, But they wore not just for you.
I grasp what I could take,
And I bloody well pleased with what I got.
Even If it affected you.
Now the bells knell,
And I must take my seat now.
So you need to choose.
Die or I?
Beg To God,Save Me.I am done asking,I demand.Beg To God,Save Me. by Seanchai-Caleb
My God's love, I feel like a knuckling Knife.
What God could condemn me to this Purple life.
I breathe heavy every night,
As I try to have Nightmares.
I Ask and I get "Stand up tall"
All that happens when I do that
Is I get knock down harder every time.
It comes worse with every titing leather shoe in the hallway.
Why did they chose me?
I am weak,I was beautiful within.
But now destroyed with in.
I Stand tall now,
With a Noose facing me.
Like always, I will fall
Glacial LoveIt started from the ground, A seed of loveGlacial Love by Seanchai-Caleb
A man of white, from his tip to toe
He was fully cold but his heart is warm
They started to round balls, three should do
they collected a hat and also coal
Apon his head a cap and a smile
and a big orange carrot for a nose
the children love to play with the snowman
the decided to call him Benjen
a name for the new, found glorified hero
they play with him ,but they don't know his fate
Come the next morning, dawn has risen
Benjen has melted and the children cry
they will never forget the snowman Benjen
The Quiet manHis castle is a dark domainThe Quiet man by Seanchai-Caleb
it hold its secrets in it.
The secrets of of men who have begged for death,
Who submitted and ask to die.
The walls are haunted by scathing shadows
Like a hunter.it creeps the wall
Wrapping and swallowing its prey,
dragging them into the deeps of the merciless dungeons
But in the fort,there is a man.
Says nothing and takes his meals.
Blank expressions paint his face,
But his mind is a canvas
of Acrylic ideas and schemes of sketch.
In his dungeons is where his toys lay.
Every possible thing is there.
With fresh leftovers of his Victims hanging the walls.
Hung like a trophies for all to see.
Or perhaps warnings?
His Gaunting glare cuts deeper then any rapier,
Wordless he is ,only a stare of inspection.
This is a man not to be crossed.
For all you hear is
"Our Blades are Sharp"
Beneath that smile (was suicide)Beneath that smileBeneath that smile (was suicide) by Epicaracacy
Lay hundreds of scars
From a tear filled girl
Who pulled herself apart
Tearing into her skin
Bleeding into her pretty white dress
Like a gory piece of art
The crimson soaked skin
Caked with naught but sin
Is leaving her life behind
As she scrapes the dirt off of her chin
Down right there in the dirt she had lain
for hours on end
She found no friends
but worms in the dirt
Ants and spiders that hurt
She could lay almost alive.
Her eyes still glimmered and shined
although they were coated in blood and dirt
Yet without a mind
She lay there for all time
With nothing but silence and hurt.
So you want to join the dA lit community? Part IGreetings, all! WELCOME TO DEVIANTART! I'm so excited to welcome you to a community I have been a member of for going-on 8 years. I started thisSo you want to join the dA lit community? Part I by AzizrianDaoXrak
tutorial specifically because I know the literature community is difficult to find, so I wanted to create a kind of quick reference guide for writers who have just joined dA (or returned to it after a long haitus) to let people know how things work, where to go for critique, contests, help, DD suggestions, or just friendly conversation!
In this guide, I would like to talk about how to submit literature, critiques, Daily Deviations, people you should know, the literature forum, and groups.
This tutorial began life as a single article. About halfway through the first section, I realized there was no way I could fit all the information that I think is important for new members to know into a single guide without creating an impossibly-long article. So, I'll be including links to the other parts of this tutorial in the comments section at the bott
LifeLife has to do with beginnings and endings,Life by SerackObama
Babies are born into the world,
Flowers bloom after a cold winter,
Old plants can be made into new ones.
Life is all about living to the fullest.
Life is a star.
The star is born,
That star lives for a period of time,
Eventually the star dies
And everything close to it becomes darker.
Changes happen like seconds passing by,
Changes so sudden you barely see them,
These changes are like lightning.
Everything has a place in the circle of life
And these changes are just another part of it.
Nature is an adventure,
This adventure just happens to knock on your door.
So what do you do?
You take that adventure by the horns
And discover more about life with every experience.
|I am a writer from Ireland. I mainly write poetry but I do write stories as well. My main inspirations being Poe, Walter de la mare, Derek Mahon and more. Books, I enjoy Shakespeare of course and am a hugh fan of George R.R. Martin.|