IcyNight

Temptation, sweet succulance

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Taut Flirtation by IcyNight, literature

Masks by IcyNight, literature

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Masks

Tragic masks fall around us Like porcelain tears crashing into the down around us; We move forward, hoping that it gets better, but knowing that Behind the masks, We all see ourselves with out faces, eyes, or ears. How can we embody the Will, when so much is peeling- Faded- Triumphant over us in ways that a mask can never hide. Scars upon the tender glass, Marbles in a strange tide, polished red, then green, then white, Hiding in the surf and sand, Shining treasures, waiting for the hand to feed them, Give them strength. But the hand does not come, the bells do not toll, The masks just fall, Autumn leaves in the mists of history, And the F

Let the Darkness Take my Tears by IcyNight, literature

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Let the Darkness Take my Tears

As I lay me down to weep I pray the dark my tears to keep; If I should cry before dawn’s break I pray the dark my tears to take. Make sure mine eyes are dry by mourning So that I can find the path lost to men; A road, leading to the inhuman, That I attempt to find yet again– This path towards ascension. I know that should I by light, shed a tear, Than I will not again be whole. Through the melancholy vista– Plateau absconded by my humanity, I shall find the road to take To shed my heart and be free.

The Road of the Gods by IcyNight, literature

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The Road of the Gods

The Road of the Gods Songs of the Summer breeze dance fitfully As the dreams of our forefathers are unrealized, Such is the face of Morgana's fated cruelties; While benign in her affections, but deadly in her embrace– How too, shall we see, the passions of our desires, Limited in scope and breadth, to become Embodied in our sense of self divinity. So too, is the falling of stars among men To grace the sea, crackle and burst As the Gods spit upon the the lowly beastial effigies– Casting doubt through the pain of time on who we are, Who we can become; I am become again, Awakened through the infernal pleasures, Celestial tongues,

When I Thought You Hadn't Lied by IcyNight, literature

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When I Thought You Hadn't Lied

When I Thought You Hadn’t Lied Back before I knew better, I dressed up and tried to be Something that you wanted me to be. I almost forgot that I am worthy Of all the love I demanded given to me But now I know that your heart wasn’t in us And you only felt that I was a backwoods road I became the stepping stone across the rapids So that you could step your lying ass down To lower the standards that I upheld And give yourself to someone else Back then, I tried so hard to make you happy I tried so hard, and lost sight of what was real You pulled a shade over my eyes And I only have myself to blame For believing all those lies It

Temptation by IcyNight, literature

Vision of History by IcyNight, literature

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Vision of History

A silhouette of standing bones Crest the hills I once called home And in this land of burnt out spires I feel a wave of old desires. True, here, the sky touches the mountain And yet, that caress is too gentle To maim the memories of heartfelt disgust Even with the waste of years, The harbored hatred festers clear. Though I have since moved away This poisonous territory still holds sway Over my shadowed past

The Black Flame by IcyNight, literature

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The Black Flame

Through the darkness of fear, I find that I am soaring Higher than the sterno fires that light our minds Purple flames raining divinity into our souls, we are the Black Flame Forget the waters primal, set against the obelisk We are the children of Nyx and Naughty, fleshy dancers on the earth Try to soar with me, as I fly higher in the sky Through the damaging tears of sadness, we have our fill of draught soapy foam forms thick sheets of apprehension among the shore as we wade the surf to take a last breath in the atmosphere of our fathers We become the tide, we ache, and ebb, and float along the sandy bottom Into the craters of venu

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Taut Flirtation by IcyNight, literature

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Masks

Let the Darkness Take my Tears by IcyNight, literature

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Let the Darkness Take my Tears

The Road of the Gods by IcyNight, literature

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The Road of the Gods

When I Thought You Hadn't Lied by IcyNight, literature

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When I Thought You Hadn't Lied

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Vision of History by IcyNight, literature

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Vision of History

The Black Flame by IcyNight, literature

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Odyssey Propulsion by techgnotic, journal

Odyssey Propulsion

Nov 7, 2012

Artists, Writers, Poets, Deviants. We want you! Odyssey II is the second mass collaboration event to be conceived on deviantART this time under the watchful gaze and guiding hand of none other than Clive Barker - - the master of fantastical narratives. The result will be published next year in digital and traditional book form. Read about the Project and participate in the creative event of the new millennium (before it ends, of course, with the apocalypse). Here is the current prompt inspired by the latest Odyssey II chapter chosen by Clive. Prompt for Chapter 4 The invasion like no other is on, and we are witness with players whose uni

History's Enough by Isealdor, literature

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History's Enough

What was once is now again Come full circle ever more Most last a jungle, drenched with rain Is now a desert, parched with dust Are these the mirrors of the past come back again to haunt A different place with different lives But with the same result The list of names and numbers Grows longer each new day How many times until the end How long must this go on What the difference made is asked And is it worth the cost But the answer, like the rest Stays as it was before In a heartfelt thanks from a man And the smile of a child And in a hope for something more Than a life of fear and terror The answer then now

The Sound of Alone by Isealdor, literature

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The Sound of Alone

Shattering glass and echoes of a silent scream The trickle of water forms into a flood A swirl of wind and the wish of a dream Creaking of a door followed with a reverberating bang The pounding of a half-stone heart Shuddered breath explodes its way out Repudiative of the world standing to be torn apart A half-screamed plea but an echoing whisper Breathing of anguish tried to express The ringing of questions without any answers Moans of an arch wanting of a caress A whispering cold filled with the roar of blackness

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Artist // Student // Varied

Oct 7
United States
Deviant for 20 years
darkwingedangel.wordpress.com
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There is no nightmare more potent than a memory. At least, that is what I have come to understand in the 23 years that I have been creating and attempting to understand the complexitites of existance.

I feel that most artists are grasping at straws, trying to get otehr people to view the world in their own way, to nudge their consciousness into a direction simmilar to their own. Hopefully, I will be able to succeed at this just once.

Favourite Visual Artist

M.C. Escher, Walter Sickert, alot of anime artists, Nanya

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Many, and varied.

Favourite Books

Far too many to count- tohugh I have a soft spot for horror, graphic novels, and magazines.

Favourite Writers

Donald Tyson, Stephen King,

Tools of the Trade

Pen, paper, pencil, and plenty of coffee.

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IcyNight

Mar 30, 2012

Cycles in life

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I have been pondering, for some not so obvious reasons, what seems to be going on with life.  Why it moves in the phases that it does, and how my own interpretations will be able ot apply allegory and metaphor to these cycles. It's almost like trying to write a novella, or an article.  Finding the words that represent who you are, and getting them to also allude to the inner reaches.  Shining a light directly on the feelings of your deepest mind is possable, but doesn't allow for someone else to see what lingers in between the folds.  It's the in-between places that I have been searching. SO, as I update this page, keep in mind that nothing

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IcyNight

Nov 11, 2011

New Art

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I have been doing a lot in my spare time recently, and aside from writing and drawing, I have also been getting back in touch with the DeviantArt scene.  Hopefully I'll have a scanner up and running soonish, so my visual art can be posted, but in the mean time I'm going through a few drafts of scenes, prose, and a little poetry.  Not much else to say for today, but I'll keep you posted as things get further underway!