| This is one of the few deviations that I've ever posted that the meaning hasn't changed for me at all. After all these years if I had to write it again, it would come out just the same. |
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my own perfect enemyI have so many questions I wished to ask so many words left unspoken in this silence so many feelings i wish to convey so much i wished we could domy own perfect enemy
without you here I wounder where here really is there isn't much I'm sure of but I know now that I've become my perfect my perfect enemy
i wonder what it is I'm meant to be this world has turned around on me its become catatonic and numb eyes closed forever
without you here i wounder what ill do i cant see much past the mist ahead but i know now that I've become my perfect my perfect enem
by ~mandraconis
My Phantom AngelIn this silence I hear a whisper and turn to see a ghost by the window the light reflecting through her silver hair the smile on her face a picture of perfection dressed in a robe of moonlight she floats silently before me My heart aches for her and hot tears burst fourth from once dry eyes reaching and imploring simply for her touch my hand slips through mist and phantoms and her image is dashed away this phantom this beautiful enigma who is she and where has she gone nights grow longer as I wait for her each moonlit night my silent vigil for herMy Phantom Angel
by ~mandraconis
You dontSo i gave you my life, just to see how you'd react and watched your eyes change, and the person you seemed to be fade away i gave you everything in hopes for nothing and instead you took away its difficult not to feel disappointed and left out like i was lied to, though i had no proof of who you were and you don't even seem to care so i gave you a second chance, and hoped you'd change your ways but the child inside always cry's out, and you seem to walk away a little more and i watch from a distance as you fade away into oblivion I always wounder what was behind your eyes, whatYou dont
by ~mandraconis
turmoilDesperate and helpless screaming for a rope to climb from the hole hes dug there's light at the end of the tunnel but its fading fast a time once lost brought back again and it slips through his fingers just like before weak and powerless to stop the world form tumbling before him he screams for release to the moon overhead the clouds swim by the raid falls steady and slowly his prison fills with the chilling waters will he escape or will he drown he wonders or will the water simply wash everything away and leave him deeper than before "disappear", the word riturmoil
by ~mandraconis
| When I was younger I wrote without thinking. I thought i knew it all, and I wrote about what I believed I knew before I had really learned a damn thing. Looking back at those words I'm filled with a lot of feelings. I write not just to express an inner feeling, but to look back later and watch how I've grown. Life is a warped sitcom where the characters are never the same and the storyline follows to many paths. Only the director understands all of it... but everyone has a favorite episode. |
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-Don't you know I'll wait-- Don't you know I'll wait for you --Don't you know I'll wait-
Don't you know me now? you used to know me, did you forget me somehow? I can't change into what you want to see.
I closed my eyes and held my breath, took the steps out onto the creaking limb that terrified me, gave all I had until I had nothing left, yet here I am alone with nothing but memories to keep me company.
I wanted you and no one else could I see, you saved me from the abyss, I thought you'd always be here with me, yet I lament in tears that your the one I miss.
your kiss so sweet and arms ge
by ~ketrealthefallen
| It would be impossible to sum up the types of art that attract me in a few simple words. Each artist is different in why or how they write, photograph, paint, you name it. the one thing we all have in common is we were all inspired by something enough to give birth to a new world. |
News Decision.
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| About me hmm? well its hard to say. My real draw to art. my core... is music. Writing lyrics has been something ive found exciting and relaxing since i could hold a pen the correct way. This broadened my view of the world of art. opened the door for me you could say. I am also a collector of sorts. It started with music. I think the day I bought my first album was the day someone should have put a padlock on my wallet. Good or amazing never mattered. As long as I had an interest in the group I had to have the album, learn the songs, really see what the big message of each album was. From there I began collecting a few other things that Ive grown to admire. Art being one of them. At the current moment Joseph Vargo and Luis Royo are my 2 largest collections. I find there work more than intriguing and am always looking for a new print or book to pop up on the shelves. Mixed with a fair balance of other interesting works of art of course. I also collect from those close to me. Ive always had a personal rule. If i know you and you can draw, pain, write, whatever. I want something. Mixed amongst my collection is quite a large portfolio of work from friends family and loved ones. I have also had a large respect for the art involved in the crafting of archaic weaponry. Im drawn more to the short blade styles of knives and daggers than I am swords but Ill collect anything with either a history behind the blade, or an art used in the crafting. Some people like cars, I prefer something a bit older heh heh. Beyond that I'm very much a "what you see is what you get" type of guy. I came to DA in the past as a place to find new work. There's a lot of artists on here that could make it big but for whatever there reason stick to a more private showing. Hidden wonders if you will. So I use my DA time to relax and browse the galleries of some more than interesting people. so... That descriptive enough? Take care all ~Drake/Dream/Mike. (Pending where you know me from) |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: echo park NJ (or the more formally known blackwood)
- Print preference: When I start buying ill start deciding.
- Interests: clubs, music, anything suspicious,blades, billiards, good food, good coffee,
- Favourite movie: Dark crystal, labyrinth, legend, the crow, bela lugosis dracula, mirrormask, etc
- Favourite band or musician: The cruxshadows, VNV nation, assemblage 23, wumpscut, razed in black, bauhaus,sisters of mercy,
- Favourite genre of music: industrial,darkwave,gothic,electronica,EBM,classic rock,classical, you name it realy
- Favourite artist: luis royo, dorian cleavenger, joseph vargo,jimmy gorel, leonardo davinci, etc etc
- Favourite poet or writer: shakespear, poe, lovecraft,, lord byron, neil gaiman, terry goodkind
- Favourite photographer: Depends on the type. photo manip, old school photography. portraits. my favorites vary within.
- Favourite style of art: hand drawn, digital. either can realy peak my interest pending the subject. some styles of painting
- Operating System: 7
- MP3 player of choice: records and CD's all the way.... then Ipod
- Wallpaper of choice: Anything dark or (pending the mood) wolves
- Skin of choice: Anything with a good color scheme
- Favourite game: give me cards or chess.
- Favourite gaming platform: not big on consoles, SNES or original NES?
- Favourite cartoon character: Sandman, (the endless) death, desire, despair, delerium, destruction, destiny, delight,
- Personal Quote: i will never surrender (or more commonly "brb... coffee"
- Tools of the Trade: Balisong/black beauty pencils/ fountain or quill pen
- Email: mandraconis@hotmail.com
- AIM: adarkerromance
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- Nov 22, 2009 News Decision.
- Nov 20, 2009 Change
- Nov 15, 2009 The ren fair, past memories, and some backtracking
- Nov 10, 2009 Short but sweet.
- Oct 1, 2009 3 more.
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