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It ignites in a crimson heartbeat
but struggles out the depth of me.
Once used, the oozing vein is cut
And spits a bluish elegy.

It’s nothing but a witch light,
A speck in a tenebrous sorrow.
It’s a parasite in the minds of those
Who err where I cannot follow.

It’s a bowl of dirt where the fruit rots,
It’s a canvas heavy with stains.
It’s the foot-note of life, attending no fate
But the cradle of its own remains.
©2007-2009 ~elle-sophocles
:iconelle-sophocles:

Author's Comments

... ça peut être, selon la personne : faible, fort, obsessif ou ... douloureux.

This is about love, or perhaps the more ignominious aspects of it. The word love gets tossed around on earth alot but in reality humans are incapable of it on their own. For me in particular it's just another way to be addicted.

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:iconaestheticparadise:
Je l'aime - c'a eu une image que est très puissant.

--
It is an act of imagination to live differently from everyone else.

“I nined a elevenderloin with my fivek!" - Victor Borge

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran
:iconsoulstonic:
eye opening

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Love that surpasses all living things can only belong to one...God.
:iconallofmyconfusion:
It flows so beautifully. I tried picking out a line that I liked the best but I really can't. None of these lines can stand alone but together they stand strong and powerful


amazing poem

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“I go to seek a great perhaps”
:iconspellkeeper:
How cynically delightful.
:iconbellaezrebetfang:
Magnifique! Yes, I agree with allofmyconfusion in trying to pick out a favorite line. They complete one another and creates absoloute beauty. Thank you.

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"God, we're off the rails,
now they drag me off in pieces." - elle-sophicles
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"I will make pilgrims of my fingers,"
- ScarlettLetters :iconscarlettletters:
:iconsomenobodee:
Ca me plait. My French sucks :) I like your depth and enjoyed your poem very much.

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Holding me with silent words
As we slip between worlds


I feel you pressed against me
Heat and desire
All things that keep me alive
All the worlds fall apart
And I fall with you
:icontar1988:
I like it, despite (or thanks to) its bitter aftertaste.

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Good thing that there is art and literature. It's not giving me hope for the future, but at least it takes my mind away from the hate-infested heap of mindless meatbags that is commonly known as the world's population.
:iconria88:
Wow i love the flow of this and the language you use!

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"Sometimes we writers take hours finding exactly the right word" -Snoopy

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