I haven't been doing much with deviantArt lately so i thought i would make to journal to show i'm still around.
I wrote a story for tafe that i just put up and haven't really been doing anything interesting.
Till next time.
Beneth the Whistling Oak.The moon was high, the stars were low and the leaves of a great oak whistled in the breeze. Beneath it's branches were two lovers and neither could speak. The boy would open his mouth and move his hands but no sounds that resembled language came. The girl would look to him and look away, look to him and look away unable to do anything else. After what even the tree thought of as ages the boy spoke.Beneth the Whistling Oak. by JerryShepherd
"We have to leave"
The girl spoke.
"I don't know, I don't know, will things be different if we leave.
"Of course it will. We will be together and away from those who'd betray us.
"But those people are everywhere, if we fail here won't we fail there"
"We haven't failed here and we won't fail anywhere. We'll fight and we'll hide whatever it takes to succeed."
The boy moves forwards and holds the girl's arms.
"Our love is our joy, our dream. We will always hold it, they will never destroy it. Please come, let us both leave."
There is a silence where the oak's whistle grows saddened,
Star Crossed LoveLet's us both dream a dreamStar Crossed Love by JerryShepherd
That both us know could never be
In a world where love is wrong
Where all hope of happiness is gone.
A world where the bitter roam windswept streets
Destroying the joy we're so desperate to keep.
They gather in numbers, we gather too
Yet it's always the world against only two
So we fight and we hide, naively believing we'll succeed
Thus when we fail our souls scream and bled.
And when our voices go silent and our wounds have healed over
Our love is no more, not even a painful reminder.
Each of us have wed others, others we like but not love
Now we both are bitter, shunning that lie love
In the end it was all but just a dream
A dream that could never ever possibly be.
Life of a Tired Soul.Night, day I don't know which is which anymore. Every day or night, I'll simply call it dight, is just well, a constant gloom. I go to sleep I don't know when, I wake I don't know when, it's not even just the when that's confusing but also the where. A lot looks the same, trees are always brown and green, the sky is always white and blue. God even peoples faces are not worth the effort it takes to remember them. The same basic features arranged in the same basic fashion, you see one face you've seen them all.Life of a Tired Soul. by JerryShepherd
What now I ask, should I go out, could be more interesting than staying in. But wait, I'm already out, in a park, I'm sure I was in a house how the-I stop thinking. Why bother asking, this is where I'm at now. I get up from a bench & have a glance around. Wait, was I sitting on a bench. I don't remember that.
What do I actually remember anymore, nothing ever stands out, catches my eye, everything is just the same as always
A Dreary RideThe road was long and dreary being nothing but a straight tar path to my destination, offering no turns or curves just constant movement towards the horizon. The environment offered nothing of interest to my sight, just dry orange dirt that could only host shrubs and bush and like the road that stretched forever north filled the east and west. The sun was high in the sky and through its intense heat had forced me to open the windows of my ancient Cadillac to receive some comfort.A Dreary Ride by JerryShepherd
I had been on this tedious journey for an hour when I saw in the distance an indistinguishable object appear. At first I thought this was a mirage, resulting from the dull landscape, the all consuming heat and dehydration. Yet as I came nearer and the object became clearer, so did my surety that this was not an illusion.
I pulled to the side of the road and exited my vehicle once I was near enough to the fake mirage and was surprised that what was once to my perception a black blurry object was now an over-tur
DeteriorationI stare into the abyss of heavensDeterioration by leakylifeboats
In this pulsating world of my own
Wondering what is left to live for
As the muscles fall off my bones
The blood in my body runs slower
And the wind cuts through my skin
My eyes twist back in my head
I am drowning helplessly in sin
I only hear the sounds of screams
My throat is cracked and dry
I've lost all feeling in my appendages
And dreams from my lifetime roll on by
The clouds grow darker, lighting flashes
And a crystal voice rises over the din
But now all tries are hopeless
For I am dead in a pool of my sin
DeteriorationWinter shadows stretchDeterioration by InnerRageExtorted
Over fresh fallen snow
You can see the eyes peering
From within the clouds
Patiently biding it's time
The shadows now broken
And light shines through
Clearing the clouded eyes
A new day to arise
No longer indignant
Fearing all has fallen
That which your time
Was spent to make
Malefic words spoken in haste
Choose to end pernicious conflict
Before the end is set
DeteriorationA bleak frozen sky andDeterioration by Kuro-Yume11
I'm bound in the chains of my mind.
I drink the water but it's red.
All hope was lost long ago.
I cried and cried out to you, my voice lost in the wind.
Pain is everywhere and my tears have gone.
I want to open my eyes from this dream.
Music plays from somewhere in my mind.
You told me not to follow you but what choice did I have?
I thought we were supposed to walk together.
The warmth disintigrates as I'm pulled in.
Love that was never present is now hate.
"Everything for nothing."
"I won't hear you now."
The candle's light diminishes and leaves me with my pounding heart.
The unreachable tomorrow is yours.