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I met you in a side street meshed in silence, halfway between my home and yours. Just as I set out to find you in the heart of the doomed city, you did the same, heading for my place. It is amazing how we always are on the same wavelength, guessing each other's thoughts and actions. Or maybe it is nothing out of the ordinary. It is normal that we want to spend the last hours of our lives together. "Hey," you greet me as I put my arms around you. "You seem tired. Didn't get much rest, I suppose?" "I couldn't sleep for days." Not with all the noise, shouting, chanting in the street. Not with the knowledge that these would be the Earth's last

Featured

8 deviations
Literature

SAM GUTHRIE'S POETRY

  THE DECOY  __________ On the many a clear and brisk wintry morn Just as the sun was about to proclaim the day It is my lonely fate of destiny lies in forlorn On the many cat tailed ponds or reed rimmed bay For they wait, to know that just myself being there Lures many others to also to join up at this scene As not for too long in high above in the frosty air They all turn and glide in graceful flight of serene. They glide in their seeking a safer place of quiet repose A glide to earth is just a moment of their own sudden breath But unknown ashore, a hunter hides and then awaits to dispose And the hunter sends them all tumbling to their

Poems- Children's

17 deviations
Literature

Simple Love

Emotional elements The greatest of these is true love A tempest of warmth and understanding

Poems- Emotional

305 deviations
Literature

The Book of Dzan: part 1

Dzan The Book of Souls    In the corners of nothing that existed before time, a loud bang resounded forth from the center of the void. Origins are debated, whether chaos or divine, regardless, what came before our planets had been destroyed. From that cacophony...life...and life created milieu. From those new societies came thoughtful inquiring, as natural a construct as grey matter and sinew, that flowed forth as freely as their synapses firing.    These ancient environments beyond our physical plane house ethereal creatures theorized to be spirits. These magically endowed thought-forms formed try to attain a sense of self worth despite f

Poems- Epic

6 deviations
Literature

Late Night Thoughts: 3rd Night

He so good looking Handsome Hot Sexy More than sexy He's downright erotic He's burning with charisma He's charming and sweet Kind Humorous Passionate Interesting Intelligent Seductive actually... I feel as though he's luring me in Like he's such a tease and he knows it He's seducing me When he bounces about and plays guitar and sings his heart out He's slowly unraveling me from the inside out He's pulling me into his realm Sucking me in and teasing me with his eyes His fingers His lips His hips And I'm a sucker because I buy right into it like the helpless love fool I am I let myself be pulled into him And then I fall apart in the best sort

Poems- Erotica

6 deviations

Poems- Family Life

11 deviations
Literature

Spiders

Spiders crawling over me Climbing out my throat. I'm infested. I dare not speak Breathing only multiplies them. Soiders climbing over me Crawling out my throat. What I hear I cannot see What I see is worse. Spiders tearing into me Eating up my flesh. They made webs inside my throat I cannot scream for help. Spiders climbing over me Eating up my flesh. Spiders- all the eye can see Spiders laid to rest.

Poems- Horror

46 deviations
Literature

Lies Told to Children

1. There is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You can end your family’s financial troubles if you can find it. 2. Your older brother just said duck. Really. 3. Once a tooth detaches itself from your gum you should put that mass of dead cells and bacteria under your pillow. A fairy will enter your room once you are sleeping and exchange your tooth for money. Why your tooth is worth 5 cents when your classmate gets ten dollars is irrelevant, the tooth fairy has her reasons. 4. The bully is just jealous of you, if you do not respond they will leave you alone. 5. A magical elderly man watches you year round and judges you with hi

Poems- Humor

21 deviations
Literature

Majesty

Black the night that closed around me, (Now I see!) When I listened as He promised Majesty. Long I waited; still she turned and Looked on you! Son of few years, quickly fading: Mortal, true. Shadows steals across the City, Hidden light; I shall drown both star and candle: Bring the Night. See the furnace-glow of crimson? Hear the roar? To Doom I have brought completion: Nothing more. Bloody chaos breaks around me, Unafraid; I shall find her – she'll forget you: Fate unmade. But your arms are strong as iron, Have no doubt; Past the rail meant to save me I spill out. Seven times they jagged crush me, Wrathful stones; '

Poems-Narrative

28 deviations
Literature

Untitled

Swell, crash, recede. Swell, crash, recede. An unrelenting force. A rhythm. A theme. Dark waves grow, swell, expand To spill out upon cold sands A love too powerful to contain Too free-flowing to restrain It breaks free, crashes forth Stretches far, takes its course Then it peaks, momentum falls The wave retreats after it stalls Weary-hearted it recedes Back into the distant seas But, pull of moonlight, siren's song, Will swell again before too long A never ending cycle. Both destructive and serene. Swell, crash, recede. Swell, crash, recede.

Poems- Nature

33 deviations
Literature

Politics

I hate how everything you say is so calculated. Your manipulative, painstakingly precise speech- Is turning heads, making waves. You sound like a man outside himself, Like a recording played over a loop. To accompany a wax figure, So real and lifelike. They fall like putty in your hands, Succumbing to your words. Your moderate analogies, Your lyrical inaccuracies, Have got me feeling so absurd. You sweat, like vegetables in a frying pan, The guilty, under a high voltage lamp. So convenient for you, to have the moral high ground. Relying on the support of the lowbrow. Your grandiose statements and feigned cheer, Are moving them closer, A

Poems- Philosophy Social Political Spiritual

141 deviations
Literature

When Love Dies

Your words, once kind and sweet Turned bitter and mean. My thoughts, once so careless and free Turned clouded and blue. The smile ever present on your face, is nowhere to be seen. My laugh, once constant now a distant memory. Not sudden- it’s gradual. Like the trickle of sand in an hourglass. It turned on its head Leaving us both torn The dread. The inevitable silence. It ends.

Poems- Romantic

155 deviations
Literature

F33-405 (The Battle Angel)

[Loading Scripture…] „The goat shall carry on itself all their sins to a solitary place…“ – Leviticus 16:22 [Synchronizing…] [Phase 1: Heaven Hath No Fury] Endless wastelands rule the ground, The judgement day has passed. To the scrapyard we are bound, Where humans die and cyborgs last. Hunters fight in every street, We kill and slice and maim. All is iron, blood and heat, A battlefield no man can tame. A city floats above the earth, Its shadows drown the sand. To decadence this town gave birth, Raptured from the dust-filled land. Dreaming in this endless night, We’re waiting to arise. Morning

Poems- Sci-fi and Fantasy

14 deviations
Unique

Poems- Visual

29 deviations
Literature

Diary Entry No. 4

My feelings have never been like this before.  Now that's a lie and I know it true Something's missing.  It's not that obvious My home, family, love and work are all fine.  Fine I stop longing for friendships.  I keep myself busy It's Christmas soon.  That puts me in a melancholy mood It's a time that I am standing here.  But floating a million miles away Disconnected From my feelings, from the world. I no longer believe in "one true love(s)" I believe that relationships are hard and take a lot of work. It doesn't mean that I'm unhappy. Well, not exactly. I simply just want more. I don't want to settle, and this doesn't feel like that,

Poems- General

263 deviations
Literature

Spirals

My spirals are intertwined. The circles, the cycles, The all-consuming nightmares. My thoughts do not evade me, As much as my hope fails me. I’m told that it’s ok, to feel this way, It’s “normal”. But if it were up to me. I’d count to three. And skip, fast forward.

Prosetry- General

45 deviations
Literature

Chosen

There was a lone tree atop a hill, old and gnarled, bearing the wounds of a lengthy life. We saw it standing out in the distance against a cloudless sapphire sky when we took the path beyond the village on a lazy summer afternoon. Its wood was dark, and its leaves shone brilliantly in the sunlight like delicate emerald flames. "It's as if it was calling out to us," you said as we ran along the narrow path, heading for the lake where we planned to meet the other kids and play and swim until late evening. You were right; I also felt some force pulling me magnetically towards the tree as the branches swayed in the warm breeze, waving arms invit

Prose- Children's

5 deviations

Prose- Emotional

55 deviations

Prose -Erotica

4 deviations
Literature

Star light, star bright

"Where did I go wrong? You were such a lively and loving boy," she said, as she threw her hands in the air, clearly giving up.  Her words were cut and stuttered here and there through tears and sobs; Eyes bloodshot and spilling water like bloated clouds. "You didn't even have imaginary friends as a kid, you used to name the stars and talk to them every night. You'd chronicle your days of helping wounded birds, putting my change in the red kettles during Christmas, volunteering at community events and dragging me along, all to your twinkling friends in the sky you named KeeKee and CooKoo." My grandma spit words at me like daggers. Meaning to

Prose- Family Life

9 deviations
Literature

The Library on the Bayou - Part 1

     It was only thirty minutes into Dr. Thurston’s Cultural Analysis of Ancient Languages lecture and the urge to sleep was already clawing at the edges of my mind. I’d been his Teaching Assistant for three semesters and grading during class had ceased to be interesting long ago. As I scanned through yet another paper of uninspired dross, my mind began to wander. The work that these students were asked to analyze fascinated me when I first read it five years ago, and the thought that I was using these ancient words to learn about a society that disappeared thousands of years ago was thrilling to the point of near-eroticism. Even

Prose- Horror

53 deviations
Literature

Enlightenment

The credits scrolled, and Damon returned to reality. He stretched his arms. "You missed a good movie!" he called out to no one there. 11:00. Too soon for bed, and besides, he was hungry. He rose from the recliner and ambled across the apartment. Kyle's door was closed of course, so he knocked. "Yeah?" "I'm thinking of going out. You interested?" Just as Damon was about to walk away, Kyle provided the first of several surprises. "Sure, why not." "Whoa, really? Awesome! You wanna transform? I can bring along the Frisbee." "Yeah, but don't bother with the Frisbee." "Cool, I'll get ready!" Damon slipped off his socks and smiled as his f

Prose- Humor

10 deviations
Literature

Foxy Criminal

Charge Detective Ace was a man of many talents. A past cop syndicate never caught, turned over a new leaf, and is now a brilliant head of a detective agency. New leaf and all, there was still one vice Charge Ace could never let go of, his love of women. He practically had as many crime case files as he had files on past, present, and future partners. He had plenty of crime case files, mind you. That aside, Ace keeps a secret so dark, so deep, that it still haunts this dashing detective's mind, and now here it is, creeping out before him in the form of a case file on his desk this unusually chilly April morning. Her name was Helena, and she

Prose- Mystery

5 deviations
Literature

Chocolate

It was the middle of the night. High in chocolate's sugar rush, eyes wide with worry, mind buzzing with regret. Is this all there is? Nights spent awake, days spent tired and irate, all because somewhere at some point two people decided to give you life… Look, everything isn’t so bad. Sometimes sleep comes, and despite it all you get a break. But then the morning comes. The morning comes, it’s bright and crisp air fills you with promise, hope and aspirations that appear to be just out of your reach. Maybe if you stretched just a little bit further, worked that little bit harder, smiled that little bit wider. Maybe, maybe you could... But no, as great a promise as the sunshine had made for you- the night came and took it away. Night, oh ruthless night. Let me sleep, and let me dream, dream of a brighter tomorrow.

Prose- Narrative

53 deviations
Literature

Daily observation part one

Arian smokings Drinking coffee Oblivious to the stranger Pacing pavement Logging spaces From one end To another.

Prose- Nonfiction and Creative Nonfiction

70 deviations