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Guardian Spirits

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A swirling vortex of thoughts and counter thoughts spin a lonely web of confusion and hatred around my soul,
I listen to other people's problems in a fragile and pathetic attempt to escape my own insecurities,

Truth is seen but not explained,
Pain is felt but not eased,
My pain is my truth,
There is no explanation,

Through the darkened web of my ever crushing depression their ghost like forms weave,
Methodically working to free my soul from itself,
Slowly through the brambles and thorns that make up my psyche they drift,
In the last moment before they reached into my twisted and broken soul,
My trembling child like mind, lashes out in sheer desperation,

Even while blinded with the painfull burden of my mindless hatred
The now shining forms of my saviours inch forward,
Ever closer they battle,
Battling now, not to change me, but to preserve and bring to the fore what I once was,

Closer and closer to my dark and benevolent shadow in my heart they fight,
They reach out,
The limitless love of their combined hearts pour into that now shining fissure,
They complete me,

Their love brings out things from inside,
Feelings which have long been lost to the nebulous paradigm I once called sanity,
Passion now flows where hatred once dwelt,
A passion for life, a passion for love,

I feel a calling,
A need, A need to express this new found love of things around me,
Slowly I begin to write, emotions multiplying until I can no longer dictate what words are called upon,
My love in those angelic spirits weaves it's magic into an amazing pulse of power,

A feeling of power,
Rushed through my veins,
A feeling of love,
Too strong to contain,
It pulsed through my blood,
Down to my hands,
Then onto this paper in meaningless strands.
Well, in following with the conditions of this competition I have created an art form describing my inspirations. My source of inspiration is my close group of friends who I believe would do almost anything for me and I them. Many of my writings have been based upon experiences that have occured with them or to them. If my friends were not a major part of my life I would not be the person I am today.

It is not the final product that I care so much about when I write, it's more the expression of my emotions, my friends give me the support and ideas that I need to write. Writing has become such a large part of my life that I don't know how I would survive without the inspirational figures in my life.

Thank you for what you have given me, what I put back out to you is nothing. I am forever in your debt.
© 2004 - 2024 Phreak-on-a-Leash
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HeIsCome's avatar
Oo, that last verse is tingly. (In a good way, of course.)