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Some of you may know that I tend to make
my way through various means to strange and wondrous places around DeviantART. With this in mind, I thought I might try a new series: Newly Devious
The intent of this would be to showcase works by artists who've been here for only a relatively short time. Some may have "joined this week", and some may have been here for a few months. Since most of my features are random, this is a new thing for me, and I hope it goes well.
I will accept recommendations for this series.
If you find an artist who's new - someone who has been here for less than fifteen months at the time you suggest them - feel free to comment or to
me with their name and a link to their profile.Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the feature!
Deviant since 2014-09-14
Deviant since 2014-04-18, contributor with the-haiku-club
Titellos /Without titleMein Kopf weint Glassplittertränen,
sie schneiden Gedanken entzwei:
Ich weiß, dass du jetzt nicht mehr leidest,
deine Familie hier schon.
Mein Herz weint Bluttropfentränen,
sie baden Gefühle in Schmerz,
quellen aus Einsamkeitswunden,
nähr'n Pfützen hilfloser Wut.
Mein Seel' weint Eismessertränen,
sie trennen so wichtiges ab,
ich hing sehr an diesen Gefühlen,
ich lieb' dich noch immer sehr.
Mein Wesen weint Lebensflusstränen,
sie trugen dein Boot fort von hier,
wir blieben am Hafen zurück,
mit nichts als Erinnerungen.
My head's crying glassplintertears,
they're cutting my thoughts in two:
I do know you're no longer suff'ring,
but your faily here is.
My heart's crying bloddroplettears,
they're bathing my feelings in pain,
well from loneliness-wounds,
form puddles of helpless anger.
My soul's crying iceknifetears,
they're cutting important bits off,
these feelings were once so important,
I still love you so much more.
My being cries life's
Think for a bitTruth sometimes
hides in the most obvious
places.
[And still remains
unseen...]
TimeflowTime is like a river.
Fast and deep like the Danube
with whirls to trap unfortunate souls,
starting hidden in mountain's gorge,
dissolved in the sea.
Warm and steady dividing a city,
Seville's guardian Guadalquivir
goes forward into Future's embrace,
to Past when tides turn.
Lazy and slow strolls the Thames,
s thousand grains of wrong paths taken,
the murky past lies deep, forgotten,
what stays is its smell.
Gurgling and clean through the country
the Killik carries its icy load,
refreshes tired bodies and minds,
the careless it drowns.
Deviant since 2015-04-20
