Born of the same, injustice to the older;
Without the beauty of her sister,
Left alone to linger.
The first, Neither was she wanted nor desired;
Her sisters life she had to take,
For to take her place.
In motion she set, this dreaded act;
Leading her sister dear,
To the shore of fear.
By the shore, swept away by the current;
A faltering voice dying with the waves,
Deceitful ears hear no cry.
Her body washed ashore, a pilgrims path she crossed;
Hair of gold - a symbol of grace,
a harpers dream.
The Pilgrims path, amidst the joyous newlyweds;
Strings of truth play your vengeful tune,
Her act was all in vain.
Gaze into my soul.
Spot the emptiness,
Freeze in despair;
black blood runs in my veins.
With a broken voice.
Lashing out at vanity,
Disregarding every trace of sanity;
aimlessly faltering in an ever so dark sky.
Finding a path of life.
Crawling in dirt to my knees,
Failing to caress the warmth;
drinking my vial of death.
In this place of peace.
Where darkness reigns,
Pessimistic characters are laid to rest;
and with these words I cease to jest.
A troubled mind is often accompanied by a shattered soul.
The restlessness, not being able to sleep,
Not being able to think clearly;
Failing at every turn.
Thinking of the day before yesterday.
The day that you left,
The day that was to be my defeat;
Wishing it was all a bad dream.
Turning on the radio.
Listening to songs you used to like,
Hoping you will walk in the door;
Embracing me with your love.
Searching my soul, trying to heal the pain,
Tears thick as blood,
From my eyes, and from my soul;
Despair took my life.
The sun, blinding me with its light.
Trying to erase my precious time with you,
Hoping to heal my soul;
Mesmerised by your beauty.
The sound of the ocean, soothing,
Walking side by side, barely speaking,
Awakening my senses.
Standing underneath a thousand stars.
Looking into your eyes, a glimpse of hope,
Lighting up the night with your smile,
The night you stole my heart.
Living out my dream.
Unable to spot a shadow, a perfect day,
Holding hands in the warmth, glowing,
Blessed by your presence.
Raindrops pouring down from above.
Sitting by the window, watching the rain,
Longing for the summer sun, fading,
A broken heart full of memories.
In my dreams you still haunt.
Images of the past, never fading,
Sweet sorrow - bottled up,
Leaving the coffee cup on the table, sitting in silence.
Wondering what life has in store for me today,
Remembering the dead, praying for the living.
Walking out to my car, turning the ignition on.
Listening to the rain pounding on the outside of the car,
Backing out of the driveway, turning to avoid the fence.
Stopping for a brief moment, fastening my seat belt.
Driving down the hillside, turning left out of town,
Saddened by flowers by the road, reminders of a time long gone.
Halting at a stop sign, watching the people passing me by.
The rain pours down, washing away all that I once loved,
Leaving my mark on society, facing death
Undying Memoirs of a Dying Heart
Dying in my dreams is a pleasure,
Compared to reality it is heaven.
Stabbed in the heart, left for dead,
Bleeding my warm tears.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
Facing the hell I have created.
Despised by my own kin,
Loved by sinners.
Death eats away at my soul,
Leaving me empty inside.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of light from afar,
Staying in the shadows, concealing my true intentions.
I tried to hide from you,
Behind my self-pity I saw my own troubles.
Lurking in the dark, awakening from its slumber,
Shadows waiting for my weakest hour.
Hellish images haunt my dreams,
The
Embracing you in my dreams, my unknowing love. You, with your perfect smile and your sweet girlish eyes - teasing me with your dance; you draw me closer.
As we join hands in this dance we dry our tears; one would almost say we left reality, swirling around on the floor. In silence, not even a tune from the music to be heard, in a moment of relief, a perfect light - you embrace me.
Walking hand in hand, showing affection among commoners. We are above all things and all feelings – we are love.
Seasons pass, as our feelings remain the same.
On a summers morn we awake in each other's embrace. Affectionately we kiss; merely a reminder of wha
At a glance you say; "You know me as your truth."
At a glance you say; "Folly holds your heart."
At a glance you say; "Suitable are you."
At a glance you say; "Follow in contempt if you will."
At a glance you say; "I care not."
At a glance you say; "Matters are discussed."
At a glance you say; "Frown not for I am above you."
Fondly I reply; "A fool's folly I am."
At a glance I have quenched my thirst for closure.
In a garden where two trees stand tall in their wisdom.
Where delicate flowers decorate even the darkest of shadows;
A worn wooden bench stands in the midst of it all; as were it placed there for a reason -
Overseeing the wholeness and the kindness in this place of peace.
High above the flowers,
and above the worn bench - yes, even above the two grand trees -
Behind closed doors, behind walls of cement,
beyond the reach of the garden - there, lies my love.
Above all things and creatures alike; she soars in loneliness.
Where once I so gently touched her cheek, where once I so passionately kissed her lips;
and where once we so silent
The work of death will always be
to make room by taking the old
its necessary as you can see
to eliminate the aged, covered in mold,
Like wounded ships limping in
covered in sails that are torn
their armor has failed though made of tin
the hull can be emptied and reborn,
Germs like lions, pick off the ancient
devouring leaving nothing left
consuming at their convenience
leaving hungry stomachs bereft,
Death is scraping dishes clean
be gone with leftovers moldy and mean!
The sweetest light
shining bright
upon me
that gentle sound
this voice is bound
to calm me
it drew me nigh
with a sigh
I was captured
paradise on earth
now life is worth
to live until the rapture
my biggest fear
is that my dear
would depart me
I dwell not on
if I'm said wrong
by Sokrates or Sartre
but now it's here
my nightmare
upon me
I will never hear
that voice's care
to calm me
too much to bear
waking nightmare
insomnie
...
Current Residence: Faroe Islands Favourite genre of music: Everything really... As long as it sounds good. Favourite style of art: I like everything, as long as it looks pretty... Operating System: Windows Xp MP3 player of choice: Winamp Wallpaper of choice: "In The Shadow of The Stars" - by Greg Martin Skin of choice: Winamp Modern Favourite cartoon character: Don't really think I have one, or at least I can't think of one at the moment. Personal Quote: "Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?" - Christopher Marlowe
Favourite Movies
Lord of the Rings (all of em') Star Wars (again, all of em')
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Alter Bridge, Jodi Shaw, Nickelback, Richard Marx, and a bunch of Faroese bands...
Favourite Writers
Dean R. Koontz
Favourite Games
Too many to mention.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Other Interests
Music, movies, soccer, computers, drawing, writing, drinking, partying etc.
Wow, things sure are changing on DeviantART.
I barely had the time to check in once a week the past six months. I've been busy with work, school etc.
Thank god school is out. I made it through !! Wuhu, ehm...
I have tons of pictures - somewhere in the region of 1000 shots - that i've been meaning to edit a little. You know, just try to manipulate in a fun way, and then post em'
No idea when i'll actually be posting any of it. I mean, i've got a bunch of ideas - haven't we all - it's just hard to actually sit down and get anything done.
Well, i'm off - going to get something to eat, and later i'm going to visit a bar that my dad and a few
I've had to call sick for the entire week, so I didn't get to go to Denmark this time around. Definately heading on the 28th though :)
I've had to drastically alter the size of the pictures. The original pictures are all 1+ MB ... I'm not really sure about the file size thingie these days - if i'm allowed to upload that large files.
Guess I have some reading to do ... ... Ehm, someday :P
So... I just added a piggy. See ya.
- Gert
Just uploaded two pictures I took... :)
Bought a digital camera a few weeks back, so I might be uploading a few more in the next few weeks. Heading to Denmark on Sunday, and i'm guessing i'll be snapping my camera a few times along the way.
- Gert
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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