50% off for a limited time!

Get Core

Theme

Display Mature Content

Suppress AI Content

Get Help and Send Feedback

Zark123 on DeviantArthttps://www.deviantart.com/zark123/art/Alone-309207642Zark123

Deviation Actions

Suggested Deviants

keiranikaela

Literature

...

the other side of me is longing for me to break through the wall that divides us from each other. so it can teach me the darker side of humanity. [i'll take on a challenge .]

Literature

...

Evil is a coward that hides in the dark, afraid to show the truth in the light. [not even it is fearless .]

Literature

...

Wind up my heart, but let it go. because it's Clockwork, and i'm running out of time.

littleblueraccoon

Literature

Paper-Thin Promises

the first time I caught sight of your glistening, marble eyes, I decided you disgust me. I hate you the way I hate perfection: merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws. every fact of you is pretentious, held high like you raise a middle finger. You, the artist, always sculpting things, tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones. paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear: this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation to build and destroy, build and destroy. you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty, love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals. you're a statu

Literature

five second suicide

and as i pour myself out on these canvases i drip over the edges, spilling dots of absence on the hungry earth. they call me jane doe, and i am not art. every evening, i close the door, close my eyes, disassemble. slowly, i've become fleeting. i float, my feet don't touch the ground. how can i crash? i fade, i dissolve, but i've lost the motive to explode. there's no glory in my death; i leave no trace of the dramatic. a man on the train last tuesday nudged me, apologized, and carried on his way. he's the last person who's spoken to me since then. we hit a notch in the tracks, the car wobbled. i stared at him silently, counting the infini

Literature

you stole

you are smoke, blackened feathers, and I forget how the mockingbird used to sing. please, I forget how to miss someone. you left warm spots in me, familiar dents and puckers now empty. nothing holds my eyes in place. they roll from one end of my skull to the other, rattling. I don't want to see a world without you in it. you let this place hollow out and dry like infinite droughts. you let me burn. the years age me, and I don't know who I am anymore. I only remember you, but I forget that you are gone.

Suggested Collections

Prose 'n Poetry

Literature

Grommets for Hanging

The buildings so tightly packed that the roofs became a city unto themselves, new roofs erected from detritus hauled up from the streets below, built by human versions of same. Old rooftop was floor space now, shingled and tar-papered carpet subfloor under layers of cardboard bedding and lean-tos and currogated shacks thrown up against exhaust vents. The sun was blocked by endless tarpaulin of vinyl sheeting stitched with baling wire and shoestring and power cables from obsolete machines, held aloft by whatever the roof dwellers could prop up. Cymbal was picking mushrooms under the blue light cast from noon sun filtered through the vinyl ove

Literature

Growing Pains

The day I grew roots was a messy collage of sap and broken dreams. I had studied trees in the first and second grade but never realized how close I would grow to becoming one. At that root-growing, fifteen years were in my tree—my deciduous spine, some days more willow than pine—and it was smeared into my canvas that some in the world take pleasure in logging. My father once told me that man cared nothing for forests, for the purity in nature, and in that moment I saw its truth: I was no longer someone I knew, but a girl with handprints on her chest and quiet in the way that I halved myself to die. In the moments my eyes were clo

Charlie-Bowater on DeviantArthttps://www.deviantart.com/charlie-bowater/art/The-Fall-509078021Charlie-Bowater

Poetry

Literature

A Letter For A Deceased Mother

Dear Mother, A glance at my calendar, much to my distress, right now these feelings, I must confess. It's Mother's Day once again and my heart is filled with sorrow, that may never mend. I'm trying to make it through today without tears this year, just like all the rest of the years. I sit here to dwell and morn with what once was had, has now been forever torn. This day never ceases to remind me how I'm without and fills me with an overflowing doubt. Makes me regret how little the days with you were spent and I ponder where all those precious memories could have went. If only I knew back then what I know now and my life, the knowledge,

Literature

Family Tree

If we're tied together by blood then I'm anemic Coughing up the words I swallowed for years like I'm bulimic The bird still bears the stumps where you severed off its wings I bet you'd chop down a tree just to count all its rings If you keep breaking branches you don't think belong There will be nothing left for you to cling on Have fun falling to your death

Literature

epitaph

the girl i did not run over looks at me with eyes that say that i am part of the problem, when i could have been her solution, looks at me like she’s blaming me for swerving away, like she’s measured every one of her steps from her door to the curb, and i am the one thing she failed to account for. i almost double back to try and tell her all the same things that i have been told but i do not. her feet are too heavy, by now. her stomach too hollow. she does not need more empty words to swallow, she does not need stop signs or yield signs or ‘for the love of god think of everyone you are leaving behind’ signs. i do no

Featured in Groups

Me-and-My-Camera

Photo-Sceneries

Alone

Zark123

Published: Jun 18, 2012

155 Views

Description

I'm still learning to use my P500, so go easy on me. This picture was taken in Wayanad, Kerela. Please comment if you like this pic. Thanks

Image size

4000x3000px 3.51 MB

Make

NIKON

Model

COOLPIX P500

Shutter Speed

10/10000 second

Aperture

F/3.4

Focal Length

4 mm

ISO Speed

160

Date Taken

Jun 17, 2012, 11:36:22 AM

Comments0

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

DeviantArt - Homepage

DeviantArt Facebook DeviantArt Instagram DeviantArt Twitter

About Contact Core Membership DeviantArt Protect

Developers Advertise Terms of Service Etiquette

Careers Privacy Policy Copyright Policy Help and FAQ

Watch Team and join our Community Group for the latest updates and activities.

Join Community