WhiteDivinity

A Loner Always Misses Out

75 Watchers61 Deviations

26.6K

Pageviews

Gallery

Elegy Of The Heart And Soul

A golden wheat field that used to shimmer like a rising dawn. A trampled heart formed by impetuous soldiers and their mark. Signs of a good harvest replaced by a salted and scorched earth; Gentle grass that tickles the hand flakes under a slight breeze. Never again will she lay in a field gazing upon an open sky. Staggered footsteps toward the outline of a town, what used to be home. An eerie silence fills the air upon a place that never rests. A bustling marketplace and the never-ending haggling; Baskets and stands fallen and laid upon the ground. No signs of wasted grain nor decaying food. Only the people remained; All that was not valued

All

61 deviations

Literature

Elegy Of The Heart And Soul

Featured

61 deviations

Literature

Allure to Romance

A brief nudge against the shoulder, whom toward my gaze shall behold? Those eyes that glisten of gold, that which subsided avarice; Yet filled with scorn and dignity, contempt toward life itself. Scars inflicted on your mind remain hidden beneath your smile. Fear forces you to flee into the darkness of night. A chase to re-ignite your passion, following you through the forest. Alas you lay within a stream, masking the tears upon your face. Amidst faded sensations of dominance, a heated embrace enticed us so. Entwined and interlocked our fate as dusk transpires to dawn; As the night howled of the whiplash of a wildfire's flames. As dayligh

Scraps

7 deviations

Elegy Of The Heart And Soul by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

Elegy Of The Heart And Soul

A Deteriorating Mind by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

A Deteriorating Mind

Sparse moments captured in the mirror of self reflection; A vast abyss from which no recollection occurs. The nature of the conversation elusive as lost time; Captivating the attention solicits unwarranted stares. A sense of familiarity within a place with no memories. The past inches closer whilst the future fades away. Recognition turns toward abstraction as amnesia progresses. Self identity is reassessed as the foundation crumbles. Lunacy triggered by a misshapen expression; Concepts become reality within an empty shell. Former glory marked by decay and nonexistence. Sympathy gained for those who once established themselves. As I contin

The Crux of Passion by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

The Crux of Passion

Prolonged nights under wishful thinking that taints the bright and dark sky. With my mind in shambles, I was blissfully ignorant of its beauty. The morning dew sparks a chill within me, as the breeze cuts against my cheek. On these days, which are sluggish and unimaginative, dread overcomes me. As such, reminiscences on a life not realized and a dream never satisfied plague me. Such are the days I experience amidst isolation from being unwanted. Life doesn't compare as before when you've arrived. Those nights, which are dark and bright, remind me of your eyes that sparkle in the sky. With my mind in harmony, the curl of your lips are never

Seasons by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

Seasons

A morning dew that revitalizes the children who roam free An endless eden of life stretching from the earth Shaping its destiny beneath and illuminating with green Joyful choruses toward its majestic beauty from innocent life-dwellers Praising the mother of life who has known and suffered all endeavors A golden sun arises from the East harboring cognizant creatures Invigorating life with a barren heat to inspire growth Sweat upon the brow of every creature that survives Encouraging diligence with a harsh tone of experience Bearing well-earned fruits from the vines of dedication An auburn glaze masking the providers of life Wilting away as t

Wishful Thinking by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

Wishful Thinking

Wishful thinking of a congregation based upon no hatred is just as it is Wishful thinking...unconditional faith that can lead in multitude of directions Once a wise man in the prime of his youth can become more twisted A bitter deceitful man near the end of his death What causes a man to go astray is wishful thinking on doubts. Though in the beginning, there was only doubts for he was realist; A pessimist that wouldn't admit his own faults and despair Until the very end. Do not blame the man for he has suffered through his own way. Though we all suffer in the end, the man didn't compromise Nor did he see the consequences of his wor

Pencil and Paper by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

Pencil and Paper

Blank are the thoughts that I write onto you As I create gray marks onto your very skin. We are controlled essences in the fabric of reality, Wilting away our life span as we cross pathways; Time and time again. Uniformly, we are shaped into the ideal perspective Of how we are meant to be throughout our course of life. Broken and shredded we can become and therefore useless, As we can be tossed aside for something we did not commit; Cruelty is ensured. I gaze upon you and I cannot help, but see our destinies together As we are attracted by the very hands that bind us here. Eternity we shall spend until wasted away we will become,

Elusive by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

Elusive

It's only a matter of time before the heart becomes content. As the aches heal from their abrasions And the wounds become scars to remind ourselves Of the journey we take on the long and dusty road. A deserted road meant for one person, but intertwined with many others. How ironic that something so lonely is never lonesome at all. Does the personal bubble become our barrier from the world? Or do we isolate ourselves to become content with one's own pleasure? The heart is very confusing as is love and happiness For we would sacrifice for something not physical in order to obtain it mentally. Even ourselves don't understand the nature

A Process Of Thought by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

A Process Of Thought

I had a spark of thought recently and decided that I needed to rant. I was wondering how recently that people are all different and scientists are trying to figure out how there's a connection within the difference with every individual and why one is never the same. I was pondering mentally about such an ideal really and thought of it as impossible, but then again it's possible for we are each different right now. My main focus is on how this is done and I was pondering on this for a long time. I thought that at the beginning we were two people actually. Scientifically we can explain this as the 2 different 23 chromosomes that are to make u

Memorandum to the New Age by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

Memorandum to the New Age

Let everything not intervene in the matter of living, Excluding I, that nothing perhaps matters anymore to impudent souls Casting thyself into a world of indulgence and immoral sinning Coated in a thin sheet of silk with unkept parole. A natural life reimbursed with faults and misconceptions, Lacking a sensitivity to morality with no included definition of honor, Will fail to uphold the very foundation that its built upon which is deception; Time casts it dice over the bridge of no return, without hesitation, carrying dishonor. Destruction influenced with rage, greed and distorted childhood memories Veiled with propaganda, false

A One-Sided Mirror by WhiteDivinity, literature

Literature

A One-Sided Mirror

There's one sided mirror with your name Etched into the metal on the lower right corner. As you stare into the mirror you see a reflection. The image you see is what you want to imagine, But cannot receive. Days passing through your eyes like shooting stars across the sky. Night creeps onto your shoulders giving a chilling embrace Cornering yourself in your room and looking into the mirror, The image becomes distorted day after day to adjust to our needs Like manipulating a blade of grass into a rock. This mirror isn't just any other for it represents your mind. The temptation, choices, lies, misconducts, shameful acts and ignoranc

2 3

7 Next