There are worlds within the darkest shades
of the unending clouds in your eyes,
the stories of every soul you’ve come across
suspended in the balanced gradients
that won’t let me sleep at night.
I picture them when light is gone
and shrouded in darkness
I find no release from consciousness.
The fire flickering in my heart
quenched by your storming voice
when at last I sing a song of rest-
when at last I find a silence
and when I find you in the dawn of hope.
Such a bright and loving light
and endless streams of warmth through the night.
As this destiny unfolds
thought out so purely in the minds of stars
with euphorias and fo
He carried arctic gazes in his eyes- the color of the awakening skies. Pale and perfect, and always undisturbed in their own intricate world. I never asked him, but I always knew he was a poet.
His stride gave little notion as to his destination, he was an ice sculpture moving across the sunlight. Where he was going was not to be compared to the beauty in which he always arrived.
He had no remorse for loss, because he believed nothing was ever lost, that everyone and everything he ever loved was within him. He believed things were meant to be momentary, and that people went to ethereal places- that he would see them again.
Harboring Dreams by The-Fire-Is-Rising, literature
Literature
Harboring Dreams
I harbor all this dreaming within me.
I wonder if I’m under some spell
of catacumbal proportions
and erratic dispositions.
Or if I have yet to wake up
from any of it at all.
Sleep is like a dance with the mind
drifting, like a leap of faith
a lot more like hope for tranquility
than a certainty of peace.
I can’t count sheep any better
than stars in the thoughtless sky.
It isn’t a plea for solace anymore
it’s a prayer for an end.
When you meet yourself at oblivion
and can’t see within
and you don’t know who you are
or why the edge of your world
is just that close.
The hour is late and early,
but my mind, you see, is at a surly
sort of complex kind of whirling
feeling, and I most surely
am not this eloquent.
Sir you seem to know your disputes
well enough, indeed you are astute
at least in such a pursuit
to hide your faux repute
since you are not that eloquent.
I'll suffice this all to say
that with no more such delays
that on my mind you've stayed
for, yes, days and days, and days!
I'll never see you again,
thank God we're not that eloquent.
Memory faded into surrealism, and I recall malapropisms
like hypnopompic oneiromancy, a gift you always had-
Tatterdemalion opsimath, yet truest love of my life,
disregarding your caitiff, legerdemain dispositions.
All too soon do I wake, to my valetudinarian, captious self.
This night cannot proceed, and with it you fade-
Another anamnesis, slipped through my fingers.
Return to our world, where I am the scholar
and you are the devil himself, taunting me with
all of those sobriquets- tangled in tantalizing ecstasy...
Star Crossed Lovers by The-Fire-Is-Rising, literature
Literature
Star Crossed Lovers
I spoke with the constellations,
on a midnight hour in the winter.
Fortunes for rich men, told,
like stories, spoken to me in whispers,
or songs, the stars- they love to sing.
Resting on the moon,
an idea blossomed in my dreary head.
Worn down by lethargy, but vivid still.
Missing you, I was, alone in a crater.
Personal exile was nothing pleasant.
Whilst I thought the asteroids hummed,
pushing my thoughts back again.
Find the time, I will, my darling to once more
remember why we are so forgotten.
Forbidden, star-crossed, if you will.
Celestial dreams accompanied sleep;
a companion I left behind with you,
but now seem to have found knockin
There are worlds within the darkest shades
of the unending clouds in your eyes,
the stories of every soul you’ve come across
suspended in the balanced gradients
that won’t let me sleep at night.
I picture them when light is gone
and shrouded in darkness
I find no release from consciousness.
The fire flickering in my heart
quenched by your storming voice
when at last I sing a song of rest-
when at last I find a silence
and when I find you in the dawn of hope.
Such a bright and loving light
and endless streams of warmth through the night.
As this destiny unfolds
thought out so purely in the minds of stars
with euphorias and fo
He carried arctic gazes in his eyes- the color of the awakening skies. Pale and perfect, and always undisturbed in their own intricate world. I never asked him, but I always knew he was a poet.
His stride gave little notion as to his destination, he was an ice sculpture moving across the sunlight. Where he was going was not to be compared to the beauty in which he always arrived.
He had no remorse for loss, because he believed nothing was ever lost, that everyone and everything he ever loved was within him. He believed things were meant to be momentary, and that people went to ethereal places- that he would see them again.
Harboring Dreams by The-Fire-Is-Rising, literature
Literature
Harboring Dreams
I harbor all this dreaming within me.
I wonder if I’m under some spell
of catacumbal proportions
and erratic dispositions.
Or if I have yet to wake up
from any of it at all.
Sleep is like a dance with the mind
drifting, like a leap of faith
a lot more like hope for tranquility
than a certainty of peace.
I can’t count sheep any better
than stars in the thoughtless sky.
It isn’t a plea for solace anymore
it’s a prayer for an end.
When you meet yourself at oblivion
and can’t see within
and you don’t know who you are
or why the edge of your world
is just that close.
The hour is late and early,
but my mind, you see, is at a surly
sort of complex kind of whirling
feeling, and I most surely
am not this eloquent.
Sir you seem to know your disputes
well enough, indeed you are astute
at least in such a pursuit
to hide your faux repute
since you are not that eloquent.
I'll suffice this all to say
that with no more such delays
that on my mind you've stayed
for, yes, days and days, and days!
I'll never see you again,
thank God we're not that eloquent.
Memory faded into surrealism, and I recall malapropisms
like hypnopompic oneiromancy, a gift you always had-
Tatterdemalion opsimath, yet truest love of my life,
disregarding your caitiff, legerdemain dispositions.
All too soon do I wake, to my valetudinarian, captious self.
This night cannot proceed, and with it you fade-
Another anamnesis, slipped through my fingers.
Return to our world, where I am the scholar
and you are the devil himself, taunting me with
all of those sobriquets- tangled in tantalizing ecstasy...
He carried arctic gazes in his eyes- the color of the awakening skies. Pale and perfect, and always undisturbed in their own intricate world. I never asked him, but I always knew he was a poet.
His stride gave little notion as to his destination, he was an ice sculpture moving across the sunlight. Where he was going was not to be compared to the beauty in which he always arrived.
He had no remorse for loss, because he believed nothing was ever lost, that everyone and everything he ever loved was within him. He believed things were meant to be momentary, and that people went to ethereal places- that he would see them again.
Hello, I'm a storyteller, and I love tea, Batman, hippies, metalheads, and cold weather. I am a Christian.
My Favorite Bands/Musicians My most favorite band is Wintersun, but others include: HIM | Sonata Arctica | The Cure | Apocalyptica |Amon Amarth | Eluveitie | Nightwish | Northern Kings | Assemblage 23 | Xanthochroid | Vitamin String Quartet | Smashing Pumpkins | Lacrimas Profundere | Instanzia | Anberlin | William Control | Glittertind | Amorphis | Ajattara | Avantasia | The Avett Brothers | Blue Oyster Cult | Blutengel | Terminal Choice | Doctor Steel | Mindless Self Indulgence | Rammstein | The Strokes | Carach Angren | Tankus the Henge | Vernian Process | VNV Nation | Danny Elfman | David Garrett | Wintersun | Metallica | The Rasmus | The Killers | Coldplay | Children of Bodom | Suicice Silence | Ghost Voyage | Orion’s Reign | Dead Poetic | REM | The Interbeing |And One | Haken | Wolfchant | Skyclad | Abney Park | The 69 Eyes | Aarni | The Cruxshadows | Myrath | Skillet | Gregorian | Aesthetic Perfection | Beats Antique | Thrice | Týr | Two Steps From Hell | The Used | Voyager | Dethklok | Letzte Instanz | Norther | Northland | Turisas | Thyrfing | Kivimetsan Druidi | Moonsorrow | The Decemberists | The Grateful Dead | Ensiferum | In Flames | Cage | Nine Lashes | Vintundra | Ponor | Kalmah | Gloryhammer | Theocracy | The White Stripes
My Favorite Books The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Dracula, The Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series, The Heroes of Olympus Series, The Ranger's Apprentice Series, The Illiad and The Odyssey, Interview With the Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Something Wicked This Way Comes...
I think I'll begin on a frigid evening in the late autumn. A phone call interrupted the mundane happenings around my home, and a family member whisked me off on an adventure. One I certainly would not be forgetting.
The ride there was long, mostly quiet even though I was seated next to my cousin with whom I had always been close. His father had told us we were going somewhere exciting, and we believed it. As eleven year-olds often (even if they pretend not to) when they are promised magic still existed.
Once reached, the destination only further confused us, two kids who thought that this field in the middle of nowhere was a strange pl
So I'm going to put everything off of my Daft-Enigma (https://www.deviantart.com/daft-enigma) account in storage soon. A (very) few pieces have been moved to this account though, and all my new stuff (that I choose to share) will be put up here. So no worries, still making art! And of course there's still other ways to contact me, you can follow my Tumblr ( http://the-fire-is-rising.tumblr.com/ ) or add me on skype (enigmatic_chaos). But anyways!
I would say I've got some writing planned, because I do, but my schedule is too chaotic these days to say when it'll be up. I am writing a satire, and I may put up some excerpts from that eventually. I've been working on my fantasy no
Hey everyone! Before people start welcoming me to DeviantArt, and before all my friends are utterly confused, I am not new here! I was formerly Daft-Enigma (https://www.deviantart.com/daft-enigma), and I wanted to start fresh + change my username. So here I am! Gonna go on an uploading spree sometime soon...
Thanks for watching me on the new account, if you will! (: