Sand's poetry, art, and short stories.

Hey guys so I'm going to start posting my art and poetry and short stories and stuff. I might mix poetry and art but I am going to make short stories into their own seperate postings.

Poem right now mwuahaha.

I just wrote it 2 minutes ago because I was feeling in the mood. Maybe it doesn't qualify...but oh wells.

As I am passing the market square
I gaze upon a beautiful woman
Her eyes are closed and she has shining blonde hair
I fall upon my knees in dispair
No other piece of knowledge have I known
that could give me such grief
that my cover could not be blown
and to no other thoughts could I be owned
another day, another moment on my subject
tomarro I will be in the chains of green death
and yet today and tomarro are both suspect
I pray to forget, and yet, to losing memories I object.

Oh wow here is one I don't remember writing from a while back too... I don't think this one is mine... Upon further inspection it may actually be mine... X.X

Dark symbols like the anarchy of fate.
surround the world in a breeding stage of hate.
Who cares? Not me. Fuck them.

Clear waters on the side of a lake.
Falling short of the corpses below.
Dream takers on the bottom of the floor.

Tell the night what the day has hiding
Cause you know they've never met.
Its kinda sad

Dark love on the height of its peek.
Stop us for we fall off and have to leave.
Oh well, not me, fuck them.

Some where you know you'll find your place.
I know you hate everything.
Fuck you.

Twisted in the junk yard.
Dogs are barking what can you do?
Run cause they'll eat your ass.

I know you gotta get away.

If I could feel more pain then I might as well end it now.

If I could feel something then I might have a chance, at life.

Gone, in an instant, gone. Turn me away, cause I wouldn't wanna be somewhere that no one wants me to be.


This is a link to my DV gallery...some really old stuff since I lost my scanner a while back. http://sandice.deviantart.com/gallery/

http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5...AGEofstuff.jpg

These were taken with my webcam sorry for the low quality.

Damn it pay attention to me... /pout.

Am I real?
I feel like nothing.
I might be lieing.
I don't feel like something.
I feel low.
A rabbit in a hole.
Steel beneath the ocean.
Am I like a mole?
No, I can see.
Yes, I'm blind.
Three chances might be too much.
One chance is never enough.
Like gold, like diamond.
I am copper.
One, two, three.
I'm a two.
There is no one.

I like the last one. Simple.

Thanks.

I wish I could draw...I like them all.

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Originally Posted by EchoSun13

I wish I could draw...I like them all.

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Thank you Echo.

You are very welcome Sandform, I really do like them!

i really like the skull drawing.

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Originally Posted by eppy

i really like the skull drawing.

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Thank you eppy.

Day after day I think about the end.
I don't wanna die, but I don't wanna live.
Isn't there something I can do?
Isn't there more I can do?
I've taken so many pills I'm surprised.
I haven't already died.
Nothing I do seems to work out for me.
I'm tired of being so god damn weak.
Tired all day and I'm tired all night.
The only time I can sleep is when everybody is around me.

wow this piece really brings out some emotions. is this something you wrote that reflects on your life? or an experience?

maybe you could throw in some more adjectives to really put the reader in your place. other then that i really liked this one. i liked the ending about the only time you can sleep is when people are around you, its left me thinking. :)

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Originally Posted by rastasteez

wow this piece really brings out some emotions. is this something you wrote that reflects on your life? or an experience?

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It is pretty much where I am right now. It isn't as well formulated as a real poem might be because it is more of a song than a poem.

Here is some editing.

Day after day I think about the end.
I don't wanna die, but I don't wanna live.
Isn't there something I can do?
Isn't there more I can do?
I've taken so many pills I'm surprised.
That I haven't already died.
Nothing I do seems to work out for me.
I'm tired of being so god damn weak.
I am Tired all day and I'm tired all night.
The only time I can sleep is when I'm surrounded by other lives.

Where is the out?
Is it in my mind?
Upon the final bout
Will I be thought of as kind?
Or a miser, despising all?
Can not people see that you despise yourself?
So low, no where else to fall.
Yet still, there are places much worse than this hell.
Are you in hell?
No, but honestly it wouldn't matter
It is in your mind where you can tell
That your entire world has been shattered.

http://th00.deviantart.com/fs39/300W...by_Sandice.jpg

I don't have a scanner blah blah blah.




Future Possibilities

Over three decades I watched him.
Each day he grew a little more,
until today I saw him end.
I saw him mark upon the board
and now I watch again,
another man who was a boy that I adore
start a different journey, as we know he will begin
so now I see he and her begin that first core
yet still, I can never see, no matter how much time I spend

We are born to obsess over death.
To ignore our obsession, but obsess still
Even until our final shallow breathe
We will be slaves to denying what we feel

I'm seeing some disturbing randomness in you're pics, which may point out you're fetish sides a little bit.

Your hand on your gun
My hand on your wrist
Our bodies on the floor
Let your free hand have its fun,
Your torso shakes and twists.
For in time, you will have time no more.

Daring there was, he the knight
Bolstered upon gruesome steed.
Going now and out of sight
Was the knight to do his treacherous deed.

After the road and before the reef
was the invincible beast to slay.
Scales of spritely edged grief
To claim his life where the skeletons lay.

Devoid of mangled flesh to smell
In the belly and out the belly left
Fear and panic began to swell
but under the rug went they swept

Like the cold steel blade he must unsheathe
The knight arrived on to the scene
Unwavering , to brave these monstrous teeth
Where terror and beauty lie between

No more does the beast’s flame rise
Nor does the knight’s spirit follow in kind
What would have been his well deserved prize
Inside the knight is now confined.

A week ago I had my last smoke
Or maybe it wasn't the last
I was talking with this bloke
He said, look at those women
They don't walk that fast
They're coming home drunk
He said, I hope you don't think I'm creepin
I know what I must be to you
some stranger or some punk
I didn't that think he was
But I do feel a little blue
about how I wanted him to leave
Others might say it's a plus
But new friends are one thing I don't need