Living with Your Ghost by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Living with Your Ghost
I can see pieces of you,
Scattered in every part of my life -
Your warm smile to greet me
After a long, hard day,
Your arms open,
Ready to pull me into the safety of you
Your steady gaze and razor sharp wit
To greet anyone who stands against us
But when I look at the puzzle pieces of my life,
I know they are not painted with you.
You are the added color, the extra,
That my life didn't dare to bargain for,
That destiny didn't let in,
Our payment not made as expected.
Instead, I'm left with the pieces of you
I have only your ghost to hold me
When life seems stifling,
Only the memory of your touch
For comfort in times heart ren
Caught My Heart Afire by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Caught My Heart Afire
You are the cry of my soul -
A weeping and gnashing of teeth,
For everything I thought
I'd finally found in you,
You've laid it all to waste.
You caught my heart afire,
Then turned and walked away,
Untended it ate up all the kindling,
Burned through all the logs,
Consumed anything within reach,
Unable to sustain its fervour,
With no life left within,
And with a roar of discontent,
It died from deep within.
My soul it raged against this,
Fought tooth and nail
To set caged heart free
Told my dear heart there'd be others,
Better ones who'd tend the flame,
But my heart, it would not listen,
It consumed yet all the more,
Left
Every Little Thing by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Every Little Thing
What have I thought of,
What have I seen,
To make my mind conjure
This memory of you?
Is it the shape of her lips,
The color of her eyes,
The curve of her hips,
That reminded me of you?
Is it the taste of her kiss,
The feather in her touch,
The adoration in her eyes,
That put you into mind?
It could've been
A million little things,
A million tiny moments,
Bits of the everyday.
Every little thing,
It pricks and stings,
Claws deeply into my memory,
Gouges thoughts of you from its recesses.
Why must memories
Prod
Pinch
Claw at your heart?
Just when you think you've forgotten,
Another jab falls anew,
Another stab is rend
You are the face that,
For me,
Embodies love.
Just as life
Always dangles love
Cruelly within my reach,
Only to be snatched away,
So too are you,
Held close to my heart,
And cruelly torn away,
For everytime
I reach for your face,
It fades away,
And I am always left
Without love.
- SAB
You will ever be
My question,
My unanswered why.
You will ever be
My what-might-have-been,
My One Who Got Away.
You will ever be
The spark that ignited my flame,
The vacuum of space that doused it.
You will ever be
That speck of hope
That yearns, that holds out,
Despite the circumstances.
You will ever be
My fear of the future,
The chance of a glimpse
At everything I could have had,
But never was granted.
You will ever be
The fear of loneliness,
Buried deep inside my soul,
For who is there, if not you?
You will ever be
My wish of love,
Whole, unbroken, unshattered,
Strong and enduring.
You will ever be
My drea
You are the musician
I am the instrument
And those hands,
Oh! Those hands,
Expertly, they play me,
Gently coaxing forth a melody,
Bringing the sweetest chorus
From within my soul,
Releasing it to the world beyond.
- SAB
You are the cry of my heart,
Beseeching you to hear the longing
In the unsung strains
That waver within the cage
Of flesh and bone and separation
Of distance and confusion and misunderstanding.
You are the cry of my heart,
The longing that beats its tune
To the melody of my soul
That plays its chords
On the muscle that beats forth life
And the sinew that cages it,
For it has no other instrument
With which to sing,
With which to cry,
With which to love.
You are the cry of my heart,
For it knows that its longing
Will go unfulfilled,
For it knows that its song
Cannot be sung
Unto ears that will hear
And enact some semblance
Even if wishes
We're rainbows,
You'd have no better chance
Of catching them
Than if they were stars
In the sky.
If you could wish
On rainbows,
You'd be no better off
Than wishing on stars,
For you can capture neither
Within your yearning grasp.
Wishes are fleeting,
Woven of dreams,
With only a chance at substance
If only one learns
To never give up on their dreams. - SAB
Home, Versions 1 and 2 by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Home, Versions 1 and 2
V1
I never thought
That home
Would be
In your arms.
V2
I never thought
That the place
That felt like home
Would be thousands of miles
Away,
In someone else's arms.
- SAB
Sometimes I think back,
Catch a stolen moment,
Relive it again, as though you were still near.
Your taste, your touch, your smile.
They linger in ways almost tangible,
The ghost of a touch
Tingling trails across my skin,
The weight of a remembered embrace,
A feather's weight upon me. - SAB
Living with Your Ghost by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Living with Your Ghost
I can see pieces of you,
Scattered in every part of my life -
Your warm smile to greet me
After a long, hard day,
Your arms open,
Ready to pull me into the safety of you
Your steady gaze and razor sharp wit
To greet anyone who stands against us
But when I look at the puzzle pieces of my life,
I know they are not painted with you.
You are the added color, the extra,
That my life didn't dare to bargain for,
That destiny didn't let in,
Our payment not made as expected.
Instead, I'm left with the pieces of you
I have only your ghost to hold me
When life seems stifling,
Only the memory of your touch
For comfort in times heart ren
Caught My Heart Afire by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Caught My Heart Afire
You are the cry of my soul -
A weeping and gnashing of teeth,
For everything I thought
I'd finally found in you,
You've laid it all to waste.
You caught my heart afire,
Then turned and walked away,
Untended it ate up all the kindling,
Burned through all the logs,
Consumed anything within reach,
Unable to sustain its fervour,
With no life left within,
And with a roar of discontent,
It died from deep within.
My soul it raged against this,
Fought tooth and nail
To set caged heart free
Told my dear heart there'd be others,
Better ones who'd tend the flame,
But my heart, it would not listen,
It consumed yet all the more,
Left
Every Little Thing by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Every Little Thing
What have I thought of,
What have I seen,
To make my mind conjure
This memory of you?
Is it the shape of her lips,
The color of her eyes,
The curve of her hips,
That reminded me of you?
Is it the taste of her kiss,
The feather in her touch,
The adoration in her eyes,
That put you into mind?
It could've been
A million little things,
A million tiny moments,
Bits of the everyday.
Every little thing,
It pricks and stings,
Claws deeply into my memory,
Gouges thoughts of you from its recesses.
Why must memories
Prod
Pinch
Claw at your heart?
Just when you think you've forgotten,
Another jab falls anew,
Another stab is rend
You are the face that,
For me,
Embodies love.
Just as life
Always dangles love
Cruelly within my reach,
Only to be snatched away,
So too are you,
Held close to my heart,
And cruelly torn away,
For everytime
I reach for your face,
It fades away,
And I am always left
Without love.
- SAB
You will ever be
My question,
My unanswered why.
You will ever be
My what-might-have-been,
My One Who Got Away.
You will ever be
The spark that ignited my flame,
The vacuum of space that doused it.
You will ever be
That speck of hope
That yearns, that holds out,
Despite the circumstances.
You will ever be
My fear of the future,
The chance of a glimpse
At everything I could have had,
But never was granted.
You will ever be
The fear of loneliness,
Buried deep inside my soul,
For who is there, if not you?
You will ever be
My wish of love,
Whole, unbroken, unshattered,
Strong and enduring.
You will ever be
My drea
You are the musician
I am the instrument
And those hands,
Oh! Those hands,
Expertly, they play me,
Gently coaxing forth a melody,
Bringing the sweetest chorus
From within my soul,
Releasing it to the world beyond.
- SAB
You are the cry of my heart,
Beseeching you to hear the longing
In the unsung strains
That waver within the cage
Of flesh and bone and separation
Of distance and confusion and misunderstanding.
You are the cry of my heart,
The longing that beats its tune
To the melody of my soul
That plays its chords
On the muscle that beats forth life
And the sinew that cages it,
For it has no other instrument
With which to sing,
With which to cry,
With which to love.
You are the cry of my heart,
For it knows that its longing
Will go unfulfilled,
For it knows that its song
Cannot be sung
Unto ears that will hear
And enact some semblance
Even if wishes
We're rainbows,
You'd have no better chance
Of catching them
Than if they were stars
In the sky.
If you could wish
On rainbows,
You'd be no better off
Than wishing on stars,
For you can capture neither
Within your yearning grasp.
Wishes are fleeting,
Woven of dreams,
With only a chance at substance
If only one learns
To never give up on their dreams. - SAB
Home, Versions 1 and 2 by JadengurlDreamer, literature
Literature
Home, Versions 1 and 2
V1
I never thought
That home
Would be
In your arms.
V2
I never thought
That the place
That felt like home
Would be thousands of miles
Away,
In someone else's arms.
- SAB
Sometimes I think back,
Catch a stolen moment,
Relive it again, as though you were still near.
Your taste, your touch, your smile.
They linger in ways almost tangible,
The ghost of a touch
Tingling trails across my skin,
The weight of a remembered embrace,
A feather's weight upon me. - SAB
If my heart screamed your name,
Would you hear it?
If it screamed loudly enough,
Would it resonate inside your soul,
Steal your heart
The way yours captured
Every fragment of my soul?
Would the lonely in the syllables
Steal your breath away -
The way your lips stole mine -
And leave you starving -
The very thing I discovered
Myself to be,
But never knew before
There was you?
Before there was this me?
If I called your name,
Would you come running,
Would your love embrace me?
Or would you reject me,
The way your soul rejected
My calling?
Do you feel the tug deep in your soul,
Any little sign?
Or does your heart scream for an
Any of you who may have tried NaNoWriMo may know that one of the incentives is to get two free paperback books from CreateSpace. Well, this past November I "won" the November NaNoWriMo and decided to take them up on the offer, using my dA pieces to compile a collection. It can be found here https://www.createspace.com/5543818 if you want to take a look or are just interested to see what one of their finished products looks like.
Hope you guys are having a great summer!
JadengurlDreamer
Hey fellow Deviants,
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On Christmas Day, I got to spend some time with some relatives on my mother's side that have such different schedules than most of my family that we don't see each other much. Since it was a nice day, my brothers and my male cousin naturally decided to get out their compound bows and do a little target practice. Well, I didn't want to miss out on the fun, so I went to join them, and sometimes it feels like they forget that I'm not a girl who throws around feed all day or something. The compound bows the
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