Burialif you find this
                                                               
                  please
cremate my feelings
                                   put my thoughts in a mausoleum
                bury my heart in a wooden coffin
         
                                                              dump my soul into the sea
           
                           
     but
                             
just leave my body here. EchoesShe handed me an empty notebook
a pill bottle
and a ballpoint pen.
"Here. I can't carry them anymore."
I can still hear her heart beating within them. Tidal WaveI think it was the telephone calls
that killed her in the end.
The aftershocks of action,
of what she’d done and said.
She hid away from souls and eyes,
she turned around and fled.
But ears are always listening
and words want to be said.
And so the ringing filled her ears,
and seeped into her dreams.
They echoed round the empty house,
scaring away hope of peace.
It’s amazing how blissful ignorance is:
how much we want to forget.
But the worst thing of all is
it’s our nature to regret.
She ran into the forest
where the songs could never come.
Still, despite the distance
it’s deathly hard to find
a place were you are sheltered
from the voices you find inside.

These are probably the best I have. Thank you so much for looking!

I don't know if they're good enough for a DD, but, here I go @ v@'

Here are some of my best works Thanks for looking!

           

   

I don't know if they are DD worthy, but here they are:



Cheers!

 

 

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I'm quite a fan of this DA artist Ripa666, she's not very well known, but she has some extraordinary works.  I've been her watcher for a while now and now quite a fan, I just love her work. She's never received a DD before and I've felt a lot of her artwork is worthy of it.  

A couple of hers which I find amazing include these:


_{That was kinda fun, thanks for opening up this forum!}

and wildcard entry:

Thanks for looking at my art work!
If your interested in reading something then feel free to read this
These Medieval SinsThe medieval sins evoked even the strangers in harmony.
The knights came back from battle
The archers stood, still on the castle walls.
As they kept a careful eye on the horizon.
The feast of gluttony was for the knights who came back from battle.
But no one could see the sprinted warning.
If one could see it no one would know the meaning.
Because it was those very medieval sins
that masked the holiness in the halls of the shaded castle.
Even if people thought that this feast of strangers was a holiday
I could hear the piecing scream on the horizon.
But the medieval sins masked everything besides the sins themselves.
As I heard the screams of the fallen
I was away
Then it dawned
The medieval sins melted away
The holiness of the world cradled me in its hands.
Hands that illuminated the shaded castle
It is now a long time later from that day of sinful pleasures.
The day of the fallen I call it now.
But never the less I will never forget those medieval sins.

Thanks for looking! These are my personal favourites over the years.

the mask i polish in the eveningyou are the songs i am afraid to sing,
the cigarettes i won't ever smoke
and i am all the records you won't get around to,
every dangling thread glimmering in false hope. 
our days are fast and so surreal,
our nights are wrapped in cold
the midnight sky is laced with our breath,
every story we've ever told. 
you hit me like a heart attack,
a storm they couldn't forecast;
you were a brick to the back of my head,
our love was sudden, fast. 
you might as well be miles away,
a face that i never would see. 
it's been a long time, i think about it a lot,
a long time since you've talked to me. 
our ghosts still hover, nightly,
beneath the lights that line my street.
it's nice to know our past selves are happy,
even if our futures decide not to meet. 
in a year, you'll be the letters ive left on the table,
unfinished for fear of reply;
and ill be the birds overhead,
waiting for you in the sky. 
sy lla bles.i walked around the lake today
at the park
and hoped maybe youd have gotten the (message) 
i searched the faces on the benches
they weren't you
they neverever are these days 
i was told not to think
about you or anything 
apparently i do that far too often
i am not allowed to pick up my phone
to read old mess ag es
or see your face frozen in fleeting happ/i/ness
nothing shines like you do -- did
oh, here i go again
they told me not to re mi nisce
you said we were com/pat/i/ble
i thought so too
your nights end with cheap dates
and mine still end with (you)

any of my stuff is fair game, though, if you want to go through my gallery or something c;

I'd like to suggest this poem:

What I KnowI'm supposed to love the world
when blanketed in snow
And the quiet dignity
that comes with saying no
Instead I love umbrellas
when assaulted by the rain
And the kind of poetry
that comes only from pain
I've been taught to love the day,
but I still prefer the dusk
And I've learned to love the Summertime,
only because I must
Though humans love perfection
(Found nowhere in me)
I'll love this projection of
what I'm supposed to be.

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