The woman in the mirror smiles
with her tired empty eyes.
Deep sadness now behind that smile
she wears as her disguise.
Without you, her time ticks slowly by,
her minutes turn to years.
Life goes on relentlessly
like the drip, drip, drip of her tears.
Another breaking dawn without you,
it breaks her lonely heart.
Another day alone without you,
another day apart.
How could she just live on without you,
how could she just go on?
Each passing day she longs to see you,
each waking minute gone.
Her life, it will go on without you,
if she wants it to or not
cos just like her endless love for you,
the time will never stop.
Poetry by
Suzanne Karba
Neil Gaiman Presents 'A Calendar of Tales' by Ayame-Kenoshi, journal
Neil Gaiman Presents 'A Calendar of Tales'
Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman asked fans around the world to help him tell a new kind of story. A few weeks, thousands of Tweets, twelve stories and a galaxy of art later, 'A Calendar of Tales' was born.
It's now ready for the world to see as a beautiful digital book. Have a look, see who contributed, or watch Neil's videos to find out more about the making of 'A Calendar of Tales.'
A huge thank you is due to everyone who took part in this project. Your energy and imagination inspired Neil, and now, can inspire the world.
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Artists, Writers, Poets. Through artistry and words command and focus this intense narrative for the final two chapters of our story to be published next year. Best selling author CliveBarker (https://www.deviantart.com/clivebarker) will continue to guide us through the final passages and incredible visuals as we head toward the end of our story. Join the Collaboration!
Is Paul’s final scream the sound of his soul being released?
Can he have an existence outside of his corporeal being, outside “nothingness?”
Or is this spectral plane the only reality to the trusted – the only viewing platform offering a truly objective view?
ONLY TWO(!!!) chapters left,
to myself: past/present/future/fourth dimension by smilewithlove, literature
Literature
to myself: past/present/future/fourth dimension
to the girl before speech:
you are not a prodigy,
despite talent for taking care of yourself.
understanding politics by grade school isn't worth much
being loved is.
having your hand gripped when stumbling.
playful laugh coaxed from your lungs.
bounce as much as you can.
cherish your days of knowing how to land.
to the girl with my fingers:
they aren't as beautiful as they are lost.
shaking; nerves over taken by demons
screaming in the night.
struggling to tear needle away from skin
too crooked to be melodic
not articulate enough to move masses
hoping to find north; seeking direction.
to the girl after healing:
What is wrong with me? by AutumnNight714, literature
Literature
What is wrong with me?
I'm a monster
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away
I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside
Why Will The Words Not Come To Me? by Kurosaki224, literature
Literature
Why Will The Words Not Come To Me?
Why will the words not come to me?
I need to let this out.
All these things are building up;
They'll break the dam, no doubt.
Feelings.
Inklings.
Warnings.
Foreshadowings.
Wisdoms.
Teachings.
Fears.
Wants.
Loves.
Hates.
Lies.
Secrets.
Truths.
Memories.
Hisories.
Mysteries.
Fantasies.
Dreams.
And many other miscellaneous, abstract things.
I have inspiration of every kind.
So why will the words not come to me?