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This in its heart is a piece about a relationship. It does not go in depth into how the relationship started or exactly why it ended. I...

I started reading this late last night and realized I was to tired to truly comprehend it; so I tried again this morning. When reading ...


I woke up a dragon as I walked through its lair
I knew not that the place was inhabited
But the dragon could smell my scent wafting in air
And that caused those flames to be activated

Flames of passion erupted from pores
And its eyes were engulfed by its lust
They rested upon me which stoked them more
It appeared it's breathing chest might burst

Wider my eyes grew as I took in the site
Gravity hit my guts like a sledge
How can I handle this force?  Maybe flight?
Giving chase while my feet trace the edge...

No, I shall stand emblazoned and proud
And if I should be engulfed to the bone by its flames
I will not cross the lines that some cross in their shrouds
I will burn to a crisp without blame

Say I wrote you back using the biggest words I could find
Attempting to adapt the systemic anomaly pandemic to masculinity
I’m afraid the depth of my pool pales in comparison to the breadth and length of your river
But it’s much more peaceful here; my stagnancy is teeming with under-appreciated life
The bones of the man who once drowned here do not creak with age
Nor do his incisors shave his nails drawing vital fluids and crimson stains
The stones thrown at you, once jagged and horrible, you have smoothed and taught to skip
I do not fault you for always running away, for your undertow’s deathly grip
Or when you flow past your boundaries with the pouring rains we abide adoring
Whether babbling brook or crashing river, I will hear your noise before I settle back down placid.
How does such evil slide its way into the hearts of little children?
It starts with a lie growing ever outward into a web mask.
Such innocence cannot fathom treachery, deceit, evil issued from protection;
And yet that protector must drag that innocence through the sludge
Because to a child getting dirty is play, nothing foul in the task.

As that innocence is riddled with discipline and bolstered by strength
Wisdom is forged, though diminutive at first.  The web mask thickened,
Increasing intricacy for increasing perception, yet many hidden pieces
Are visible to be aligned.  Perceptions not yet matured, excuses proffered
To cover all minute sinews that could be perceived as wicked.

Until one day, the trap has been set awaiting the quick, maturity present;
The mask lunges forward, young man caught off guard suffers a blow.
Dazed and crawling to safety, he's lost his clothes and all security.
Wounds dressed, getting rest he chronicles the moment for reflection.
Until at a distance, the sinews and designs apparent, he finally knows.

His home was a web spun by the brown recluse; he was lucky to save his mind.
The poisonous bite will continue to inflict pangs and sickness,
But knowledge is an excellent antidote, and his wounds will heal.
Someday, he may find the courage and strength to rescue his siblings;
Looking back he sees them reluctantly stuck in his world of wickedness
The Spider
This was written to represent what happened between my father and I.


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Joshua Guynn
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite genre of music: Alternative (intentionally vague genre)
Favourite style of art: Steampunk
Operating System: Mac OS X snow leopard
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Favourite cartoon character: Trowa Barton
Personal Quote: Life is a series of choices; love even the people that make the bad ones.
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Where'd all the good people go? 

7 deviants said Nowhere (ceased to exist)
5 deviants said Hiding
5 deviants said Teleported to another dimension
4 deviants said Got eated *nom*
3 deviants said Stopped being good
2 deviants said Heaven
2 deviants said Using the bathroom
1 deviant said Hell
1 deviant said Moved somewhere else
No deviants said I am going to leave a comment telling you where I think they went

Roundabout Compliment

Journal Entry: Thu Dec 20, 2012, 6:10 AM

Today while attending an etiquette breakfast with my step son (8 years old), there was a little gild the same age who eyed me curiously between whispers to her friend.  Amongst the whispers I overheard something referencing my youthful appearance.  Now it is not atypical for kids at the boys' school to look at me that way and to take curiosity in me.  Something about that girl just rubbed me the wrong way.  She seemed naively malicious to me; so I leaned down and asked Gavin, "Do you know that girl in the pink?"  He said that he did and through a smile he said he was scared of her.  I told him he was wise, and that the girl seemed like trouble.  Thoughts tumbled between my conscious and subconscious  awareness while we were eating; however, on the way back to his classroom the girl directed her attention toward us again.  She looked at Gavin, and he looked away and she got closer to him and he stepped on the other side of me to form a protective division.  Then she looked up at me and asked if I was Gavin's dad or his brother.  Technically, I'm neither.  I haven't married Gavin's mom yet, but even when I do I won't be his dad but his step dad.  However, I didn't feel like hashing it out with this rude little girl.  I fought back the urge to embarrass her, and I instead held my silence and made a hand gesture suggesting she mind her own business and catch up to the rest of her class.

Now thinking about this mostly innocent story reminded me of when I was young and accosted by my classmates.  I remember being embarrassed about things that really weren't embarrassing because of the way some kids are.  The whole scope of human emotions are cannon fodder for bullies (both boys and girls) even though they are feelings that all of us have.

This thought pattern led me to posting this journal with an appropriate title.  I have not once ever felt embarrassed about sharing my art with anyone on this massive site.  I've received lots of positive feedback, compliments, critiques, reads, and dA love from you guys even when I don't feel like I've deserved it.  The things I write come from my heart and my head.  They are reflections of me, and having so much support here has been one of the most encouraging and uplifting influences in my life.  Because of my support here, I feel like I can write a book; I feel like I can compile my poetry and get it published; i feel inspired by what you all write; I feel full of ideas and life.  I want to send a big thank you to all of you for helping to build me into not just a confident writer, but a confident person.  Thank you for being the amazing uplifting community that you are, and thank you for letting me be a part of you.

  • Mood: dA Love
  • Listening to: Christmas Music
  • Reading: The Cleanest Race- B.R. Myers
  • Watching: 24
  • Eating: Pancakes
  • Drinking: OJ and AJ


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Laeneris Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012  Student Writer
Happy holidays! :iconasnowmanplz: :huggle:
mellowghost Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks! Happy belated holidays to you as well!
Laeneris Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you! :huggle:
Laeneris Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2012  Student Writer
Hi there! :iconexcitedhiplz: *AkashasDreamworld brought me here~ You're a really talented writer, I hope you don't mind me watching you. :blushes:
mellowghost Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you, and I don't mind your watching me in the least; in fact, I appreciate it. I hope you like what you read :)
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