I bleed along the frayed edges
Of hope lost
Cowering in corners
Out of sight –
Unwitnessed
As your eyes turn away
And I can but turn
To the broken mirror
That my heart has become
A sight, shattered, shattering
No man, no more
Looking back.
There is nothing more
That I need say
Nothing else
That you can tell me
Nothing left
For us to feel
Like the shards of two pots, shattered
The shards flung to the wind
Condemned to never again
Connect along those
Frayed edges.
La Dame de la Rose et Etoiles by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
La Dame de la Rose et Etoiles
Pink slip in my clenched fist,
That solemn void reflecting
In my step.
Slamming doors behind me
I hit the gas, speeding
Into the dusk.
Blazing street lights pass me by
On this empty highway.
My only companions, now
The road, the sand, and
The darkening horizon stretching
On and on, forever beyond my
Reach.
Johnny Cash,
Blaring through a wireless radio
Taped to my dashboard.
Next to it, letters from you
I should have, perhaps,
Discarded long ago.
Burned, burned,
In a burning ring
Of fire.
Along with the wedding band I sold
To a pawn shop that very same day.
And now the streetlights, too,
Have left me.
And still I drive, forever on
Destin
Roots of Vengeance by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
Roots of Vengeance
Never make the mistake
Of crossing me,
For I am like the gnarliest root
I’ll get under your
Smooth concrete skin
And from underneath I’ll push,
And prod,
And strain –
Through the days, the weeks, the years;
Unrelenting, unyielding, unending.
Until, ultimately,
You
Will
Crack
Some days, all I need
To make me smile,
Is a little bit of sunshine.
Other days
I’ll take a
Torrential downpour.
Life is so delightfully,
Wonderfully
Confusing, sometimes.
But that’s alright.
We deal with it
Trudge on, move
Trough
Reach out of our bubbles, seeking
To understand each other
– and, in doing so,
Ourselves.
NaPo #30 - The Depths by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #30 - The Depths
I blink and blink
Sparks of fear
zipping around me
Tentacles, flaying, in this unending sea
Without skin everything is clear
Cannot see through the depths
I gasp at the sheer
size of my slowly drowning insanity
I blink and blink
Cannot see through the depths
NaPo #29 - Sub-Zero Sonnet by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #29 - Sub-Zero Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a Winter’s day?
You are surely no kinder or less harsh.
Sometimes it seems you delight in foul play;
How did I not see your smile was a farce?
Like when you subtly blocked me on Snapchat:
Cold and unyielding like unending snow.
Even a frozen lake would be less flat
Than your character - it’s all just a show.
No, your eternal winter will not thaw,
And your frozen heart will not let it go.
So let all the boys stare at you in awe
While in these shadows I will walk alone
And long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
I hope you choke, and I hope their balls freeze.
NaPo #28 - Delight by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #28 - Delight
The old Fox was looking quite blue
So young Rabbit asked “what can I do?”
Old Fox cracked a smile,
Said: “just stay for a while.”
And then Rabbit got turned into stew.
NaPo #27 - Echoing Despair by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #27 - Echoing Despair
I must confess, I am a blight
Light
Never was a hero, never was someone’s knight
Night
Now I stand on the precipice, waiting for the fall
All
Right now, I’m just waiting ‘till everything is… gone.
One
Weep not for me, it is my time
I’m
I hope you need never comprehend
End
NaPo #26 - Quiet Reminiscence by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #26 - Quiet Reminiscence
You remember how, back in the day
We used to run and play and climb and fight
I’d pull your ponytails, and you’d throw sand in my face
And at the end of the day we’d laugh – bruised, dirtied, exhausted
But also, in the way kids are, overjoyed with simple things
Now, it makes me a little scared to recall how much time has passed
But then you squeeze my hand, gently, and the feeling fades
Because while many things may change – I don’t think we’ll be rolling in mud
Anytime soon, but I won’t dismiss it just yet –
Others never will – Let’s just say I still like playing with your h
NaPo #25 - Federal Complacency by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #25 - Federal Complacency
As the audience welcomes atrocities,
I expected a broken chancellor -
But he ignored me.
A parochial stronghold of
Citizens’ relationship issues.
“Gay lives matter”
- “But what about civil depression, then?”
“Such threats will not stop us.
Tribal securities must be achieved and
The Black agenda must be addressed.”
I have been complacent, after all.
And now federal eyes
Have all the grassroots they could need
Terrorists of threat and uncertainty
Working to ‘secure’ me;
Legitimacy and state
Provide all the danger I could need.
“We must address this situation
Of racial equality!”
I bleed along the frayed edges
Of hope lost
Cowering in corners
Out of sight –
Unwitnessed
As your eyes turn away
And I can but turn
To the broken mirror
That my heart has become
A sight, shattered, shattering
No man, no more
Looking back.
There is nothing more
That I need say
Nothing else
That you can tell me
Nothing left
For us to feel
Like the shards of two pots, shattered
The shards flung to the wind
Condemned to never again
Connect along those
Frayed edges.
La Dame de la Rose et Etoiles by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
La Dame de la Rose et Etoiles
Pink slip in my clenched fist,
That solemn void reflecting
In my step.
Slamming doors behind me
I hit the gas, speeding
Into the dusk.
Blazing street lights pass me by
On this empty highway.
My only companions, now
The road, the sand, and
The darkening horizon stretching
On and on, forever beyond my
Reach.
Johnny Cash,
Blaring through a wireless radio
Taped to my dashboard.
Next to it, letters from you
I should have, perhaps,
Discarded long ago.
Burned, burned,
In a burning ring
Of fire.
Along with the wedding band I sold
To a pawn shop that very same day.
And now the streetlights, too,
Have left me.
And still I drive, forever on
Destin
Some days, all I need
To make me smile,
Is a little bit of sunshine.
Other days
I’ll take a
Torrential downpour.
Life is so delightfully,
Wonderfully
Confusing, sometimes.
But that’s alright.
We deal with it
Trudge on, move
Trough
Reach out of our bubbles, seeking
To understand each other
– and, in doing so,
Ourselves.
NaPo #30 - The Depths by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #30 - The Depths
I blink and blink
Sparks of fear
zipping around me
Tentacles, flaying, in this unending sea
Without skin everything is clear
Cannot see through the depths
I gasp at the sheer
size of my slowly drowning insanity
I blink and blink
Cannot see through the depths
NaPo #29 - Sub-Zero Sonnet by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #29 - Sub-Zero Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a Winter’s day?
You are surely no kinder or less harsh.
Sometimes it seems you delight in foul play;
How did I not see your smile was a farce?
Like when you subtly blocked me on Snapchat:
Cold and unyielding like unending snow.
Even a frozen lake would be less flat
Than your character - it’s all just a show.
No, your eternal winter will not thaw,
And your frozen heart will not let it go.
So let all the boys stare at you in awe
While in these shadows I will walk alone
And long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
I hope you choke, and I hope their balls freeze.
NaPo #28 - Delight by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #28 - Delight
The old Fox was looking quite blue
So young Rabbit asked “what can I do?”
Old Fox cracked a smile,
Said: “just stay for a while.”
And then Rabbit got turned into stew.
NaPo #27 - Echoing Despair by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #27 - Echoing Despair
I must confess, I am a blight
Light
Never was a hero, never was someone’s knight
Night
Now I stand on the precipice, waiting for the fall
All
Right now, I’m just waiting ‘till everything is… gone.
One
Weep not for me, it is my time
I’m
I hope you need never comprehend
End
NaPo #26 - Quiet Reminiscence by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #26 - Quiet Reminiscence
You remember how, back in the day
We used to run and play and climb and fight
I’d pull your ponytails, and you’d throw sand in my face
And at the end of the day we’d laugh – bruised, dirtied, exhausted
But also, in the way kids are, overjoyed with simple things
Now, it makes me a little scared to recall how much time has passed
But then you squeeze my hand, gently, and the feeling fades
Because while many things may change – I don’t think we’ll be rolling in mud
Anytime soon, but I won’t dismiss it just yet –
Others never will – Let’s just say I still like playing with your h
NaPo #25 - Federal Complacency by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #25 - Federal Complacency
As the audience welcomes atrocities,
I expected a broken chancellor -
But he ignored me.
A parochial stronghold of
Citizens’ relationship issues.
“Gay lives matter”
- “But what about civil depression, then?”
“Such threats will not stop us.
Tribal securities must be achieved and
The Black agenda must be addressed.”
I have been complacent, after all.
And now federal eyes
Have all the grassroots they could need
Terrorists of threat and uncertainty
Working to ‘secure’ me;
Legitimacy and state
Provide all the danger I could need.
“We must address this situation
Of racial equality!”
NaPo #24 - Glass Prison by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
NaPo #24 - Glass Prison
I used to want so many things
That seemed to linger just outside
The reach of my grasping fingers –
Nails forever scratching
The glass floor and walls
Of my self-made prison.
And now look at me
Look at me.
I’ve got all the friends,
Yet I’ve never been more alone.
I’ve got all the money,
Yet I’ve never felt so destitute.
I’ve got all the girls,
Yet I’ve never felt less loved.
Who the hell am I –
Who the hell have I become?
Meaningless questions
To accentuate my meaningless
Existence.
When all good things must come to an end
The only lasting choices I make
Are the bad ones.
And now I lie, s
Oceans of the Lost by ArthurTheBraveOne, literature
Literature
Oceans of the Lost
I’m lost on an ocean
Born of thoughts and whispers.
These waves, which once I should have known
Are now but alien cosines, bound in a
Reflecting pool. Shadows,
Cast from their fumes,
Envelop the very fabric
Of reality.
Twenty-five point seven dimensions
Wrapped in a dazzling display
I thought to understand
So very long ago;
Yet my very thoughts escape me now,
Like every mortal hope, as I drift
Aimlessly across this plane -
This entire body of water condensed
Into a two-dimensional space.
Up and down: meaningless.
I am orthogonal to
The skies and the birds,
The depths and eldritch horrors
That lurk far beneath, waiting to steal
My soul
I can't draw like shit, as you may have noticed. I can, however, write. Apparently. I dunno. People tell me I can. But all I know is that I /have/ to write. It helps me not to lose my sanity. I may write a lot in a short amount of time, or you may hear nothing new from me for months at a time. I'm not a very constant writer, so to say, since I also have other things I like doing. But, well, I guess that's about me. What about you?
Personal Quote: You're entitled to your opinion. I'm entitled to ignoring it.
Favourite TV Shows
Scrubs
Favourite Writers
Jonathan Franzen, Shakespeare
Favourite Games
Kingdom Hearts
Favourite Gaming Platform
Playstation
Tools of the Trade
A Pen!
Other Interests
Guitar, Gaming, Writing, My Girlfriend, Being Awesome.
"WHAT. WHAT. WHAAATTTTT. 0_0"
The above was basically my reaction to suddenly finding my inbox flooded with messages.
Apparently, someone (looking at you `doughboycafe (https://www.deviantart.com/doughboycafe)) thought that my whimsical semi-Frozen-inspired parody of Shakespeare's famous sonnet #18 was fabulous enough to qualify as a Daily Deviation!
First though: "OH. MY. GAAAWWWDDD." *feeling fab*
And, well, I really don't know what to say. I'm honored, I guess? Also still a bit flabbergasted - I mean, the piece itself was a fairly silly experiment, and personally it's not on my mind as one of the best poem I've written recently. Don't get me wrong, still extremely happy
So, you may have noticed I've been (rather suddenly) pretty inactive on here for the past month and a half or so, especially compared to how active I've been this year's NaPoWriMo and the first few weeks after that. Long story short: I've been busy! After having lived in Edinburgh, Scotland for several months, I at long last moved back to the Netherlands in the later half of May - which is about the time I fell off DA. Simply put, I simply didn't really have anything much to do except exercising and writing while in the UK, as my social activity was really far below what I'd have liked. Seeing as exercising only got me so far... I spent a lot
Well, I heard you liked awesome stuff.......
@NaNoPlotMo is a group dedicated to helping writers step up their storytelling game. Starting June 1st, they will be hosting a workshop on characterization answering questions from the lit community. There...
Thank you for owl you've done in faving "It's all in the eyes..."
That frowning bird looked as if he had irritable owl syndrome but glad you liked it anyway Owl all right I'll stop but I'm not sorry about the puns I don't give a hoot Have a good weekend Arthur. (Hope the puns do work for you )