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GrayFreedom buried
Breath taken away
Acid rain falls
On plastic civilisation

What was once
A hope for distant truth
Became spoiled
And unimportant to all

Now the blindness
Spreads across all faces
It drains fragile
Children of their sleep

In pursuit of might
In struggle for beauty
We let rotten bodies
To walk on our heads

And there is no light
Nor darkness to remember
Only gray tombs
With their golden mantras
Engraved to confuse
The dead left behind

Morning Light“Morning Light”

These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again

I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead

I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
I st

SimplicitySimply sitting
I collect pieces of my emotions
I throw them like dice
To see where they will go

Simply breathing
With no purpose to exist
I am naked in this mist
And all around is free of me

And the void lurks in
And pours itself into my brain
It evaporates my skin
It envelops my body

When there is nothing to loose
And there is nowhere to go to
I am simply sitting
I am letting it all be

Place of Not-MeClosed behind my sight
Wrapped inside my very thoughts
I become all I can sense
And I sense all that is

I am the acrylic rain
That restlessly stands still
That shatters me to pieces
Into dust and stars far gone

All's realised through me
Existence cheated by impossibility
Its plastic darkness spreads
And fills my conscious awareness

And veins so cold and slow
Bleed in this place of not-me
I stay but cannot remain
My comprehension overloaded
My mind stretched to infinity

I can be no more

Mass RealityPlastic society
Isolated streams of consciousness
Reusable
Creations that do not matter

Decentralised stupidity
With no root and no solution
A collective interface
To what was once real

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Cardboard cups
And informational storms
Cheap and disposable
Pieces of benevolent beings

Wired towers
Electric temples of the blind
Burn out eyes
Of exposed conformist souls

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Contagious
Assimilated self destruction
Antidote
Buried by acquired wishes

Plastic society
Its mindless billions of br

UntamedLost in the reality
In between molecules of dust
I grasp and search for solid ground
But I'm transparent

All the complexity
All possibilities of existence
Pour into me in one moment
And mindlessly fill my mind

I dissolve instantly
The corporeal shell crumbles
Until the last drop
Of my sanity flows away

Lost in the world
I see all but myself
I am everything plugged in
I am space-time untamed

HollowHumanity is hollow,
We all seem to wallow,
Our brains are computer chips,
So many drunken wishes.

We say what we don't mean,
Hide all we have seen,
Too scared to share,
Only some brave enough to care.

Our lives are a drone,
Live in drug filled homes,
Such violence is shown,
We are all going down.

We drown out our sorrows,
With whatever we can,
We hope we can follow,
The man with the plan.

But the only thing,
In peoples minds,
Is money and power,
Power and money.

They live to work,
Not work to live,
Such sad existance,
Such futile resistance.

LovesickMissing you has become a disease.

I am drowning deeper in the ocean of memories.

Harder I struggle.

Every moment is a hopeless battle.

I am smothered.

My dreams are broken.. all scattered.

I am incurable,

my thirst for love has grown unquenchable.

Every day makes me fall in love with you even more,

but the night makes my wounds wretched and sore.

I am the one who is cursed with separation.

Alone I am carrying the heaviest burden!

To make you vanish I try and try,

always I fail... bitterly I cry.

I'll keep silent and endure...

never will I let you know, till I find a cure.

two.i was falling headfirst
from the clouds
and landed in the gentle arms
of a tree.
i wondered why it was I
had fallen
and from where —
until the willow's branches
swept away my tears
and i thought only of
how nice it was to be held.

No EscapeThere is no escape from yourself
Crossing a river you return the same
There is no alternative reality
Where you could exist

There is only now and here
And all else is a neural construct
There is no running away
Lost you could not loose yourself

And there is no mindlessness
As no mind could comprehend it
There is only natural movement
In a mind that is untouched
In a body that is liquid
Undefined by its shape
Unconstrained and wide open

If there be in Heav'nIf there be in Heav'n, all mighty Idol
Show and prove to me,
For I am mortal and I am doubtful
Of the existence of thee.

But on my spirit shine
Of this mortal doubtful.
And by your side in Heav'n dine,
After my living hopeful.

Not in vain is holy guidance;
For in my heart, budding faith pure and true.
Though pity me, Ignorance
Hides from mine eyes Godly due.

I shall be your witness Lord
And in your light shall gait,
With God in heart and He adored
Shall gaze upon humble Heav'ns gate.

SoundUnbroken wind blowing by
invisible to the eye.
Perceived with a pounding drum,
leaving us a roaring hum.
The sound of a heartbeat flows
with my blood as the wind blows,
taking away my life’s song.
A bitter cold for so long.
Hatred enveloping us
as static creates callous.
What good can come from old words
without soul, looking backwards?
Sound is the proof of my life,
sharper than a point of knife.
Louder than words on their own.
Power of the telephone.
What place do I have here now?
A static man, not highbrow.
Subtlety is lost on me
beyond what I always see.
Yet as I only hear wind
the words are easily pinned.
Sound is loud in silence.
Stream of conscience in absence.
When the wind fades to quiet
my purpose- I can find it.
Nothing screams louder than words
in soulful gazing upwards.

To an Artist's EyeA world so large,
A world so full,
A world so busy
Does contain so much more,
But in my mind,
So small and confined,
I hope for light
So that I may paint
Pictures full of delight.

Skies become swirls of fire,
The land now lost in color.
The World’s light divides
Into the strokes of Monet
And to the thick expressions
Of Vincent van Gogh.
The World’s scenery becomes,
To what an Artist’s eye may see,
Not only a mere depiction
Of what can be seen,
But into a desperate plea.
A call for expression.
A call for understanding.

My mind reaches out
Toward this world
So large, so full, so busy.
Reaching to find meaning,
Yet realizing

LazyI'm lazy. NOT STUPID.

SpoiledShe knows there should be this feeling;
This utter contentment.
They won, after all.
But there isn't.
She can't.
Not after what she's seen-
The future.
It's gone.
Like a spoiler someone let loose,
An ugly truth she didn't know was possible,
It's hovering in her mind.
As much as she tries to forget it,
It seals itself in her mind.
And she fears
The actions taken to prevent it
Are exactly what will cause it.

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Apocalypse

by ~Elendurwen, Feb 13, 2013, 4:17:13 AM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

Deserted land
Metal wires fallen down
Stones stand silent
And reflect burning sun

Iron pillars
Blood red with their rust
Water dried out
Or turned into poison

A bright apocalypse
Fallout of our shredded lies
Waves of radiation
Awakened the waiting dead

Pulses of heat
Now surge through our brains
We crawl with no skin
Mouths open to wonder

With burn out eyes
We smell the solar wind
As it blows howling
Through collapsed walls of steel

Piles of bodies are
Consumed by the wretched
No fake morality
To lead us to one purpose

We choke on sterile dust
So self aware and content
Consciousness redirected
To beautiful simplicity

In deserted land
In its yellow darkness
Dead are the machines
That controlled our souls

Apocalypseby ~Elendurwen

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

Somewhat a continuation of my previous poem, Mass Reality, this piece imagines humanity after a nuclear apocalypse. I wonder if people could return to their simple selves should all technology be destroyed, I wonder if they could get rid of their comfortable narcissistic egos in order to survive.

*eyepilot13 Feb 16, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Too true!

~Elendurwen Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

~doolhoofd Feb 14, 2013

Our protection is, that the event in a nuclear war runs a great risk of wasting any chance at being a spectacle. That is why it will not break out. Because mankind can accept its own physical disappearance, but not that the spectacle of it is sacrificed (unless it succeeds in finding a spectator in another world). The drive to spectacle is stronger than the instinct to self-preservation, it is her one must count on.
- Baudrillard, Fatal Strategies

('Fatal' as in fate)

~Elendurwen Feb 15, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

While a nice philosophical thought, I don't think that people of middle east think about 'spectacle' when they are deciding whether to drop the bombs or not.

~doolhoofd Feb 15, 2013

You're probably right.

~Ricardo-Orozco Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

i enjoyed it because there are some words i didnt even know about

im new to deviantart lol

~Elendurwen Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

~dogyjoe Feb 13, 2013 General Artist

Well, not much percent would be able to live without technology, and also, if a nuclear apocalypse would come, that would kill everything which would help humanity to survive, so in conclusion I think technology is quite the last one on the list of worries

~Elendurwen Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I am not worried about technology being destroyed, I demand it as a condition of people being able to return to more simple selves. Don't get me wrong, I love technology but it makes most of people just lazy and stupid, not progressing towards higher intelligence.

~dogyjoe Feb 14, 2013 General Artist

Well, I don't care about technology, it was a bad idea in the first place and I do not support it at all -_-

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