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The Sun Is a Bright Reminder
The Sun is a Bright Reminder
11/24/16
The sun rises and sets for you.
I have no regrets it's true.
The wind came over me like a cold blanket.
The snow falls like tears.
I wanted to be that special someone.
You could look up to me.
But I fell over the cliff and it wasn't meant to be.
So I climb back up cause I was taught to fight back.
I took all my strength to make all I lack.
We had a love that I thought was real.
We had a metal that I thought was steal.
Let me be what I am supposed to be.
Why don't you support me?
Sometimes it won't last. Most times it is our torturous past.
I know my faults stand out.
they scream and meander about.
But I know my heart. And I know yours.
I know the ocean loves the shores.
So we can wait and see what the future brings.
And I will give you many precious things.
I won't give up or think it's wrong.
We will own a beautiful song.
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The Moon Shows All
The Moon Shows All 10/17/16
She dances in the moonlight.
The stars light up her dress.
I watch from a safe distance.
Wondering if what I see is real.
She twists in the night and
the curves of her body fill
the air with purpose and sense.
I am enamored by her calm.
A storm is coming and I am afraid
I will lose her to the rain.
I see the suffering in her eyes
and the unending pain.
Her white dress glows and
grows and the moon slides and flows.
Across the sky it sends a sign
that I conclude makes her mine.
Should I interrupt her reverie?
Can I breakup her nightmare?
What can I possibly make her see?
To show how much I care?
The moon gives me light and I go to her.
She lets me embrace. I am here and I will not go.
It seems a trivial thing. To be here for her.
But I know I cannot fix her anguish.
So I am content to hold her as the
silver rock washes over us.
This is all I can do...this is all I can do.
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Literature
The Journey is Real
The Journey is Real 11/19/15
My mind is a mine filled maze.
My heart is a skipped beat that pumps pain.
My face is etched misery
lined with a false bravado.
And as I examine my woes
I can't help but think
how minuscule they are
compared to some.
Who am I to complain?
Who is listening anyway?
Every day I breathe
should be a good day.
The salt in my wounds
can be washed away.
Sometimes I am overwhelmed.
I see the treacherous mountain
I must climb and somehow
stumble over small stones of little consequence.
My focus determines my path and lights my sight.
I have no one by side.
I am alone and terrified.
One step at a time I shall climb
out of this self made
hole and just breathe.
There is always a way out of the
Maze.
There is always a moon to guide my gaze.
I just have to open
my eyes and trust.
Take a long deep breath and follow
the ever constant moon beam -
that bright satellite in the night.
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Literature
My Invisible Friend
My Invisible Friend  11/19/15
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
I cannot reveal you.
They won't understand.
I am alone.
I am lonely.
Please answer me.
Only you can comprehend.
My family fails.
My sister shuns.
My mother is distracted.
My father isn't around.
You have been here with me.
You lay with me at night when
the shadows increase and
I am lost. It frightens me and
I cannot fathom my life without you.
What will they think?
Will they believe in what they cannot see?
Will they believe in me?
Just because you can't be seen
doesn't mean you haven't been.
I am young and afraid.
There are boundaries you've laid.
Please believe in what you cannot see.
Reality pounces between shadows of me.
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Literature
The Donor
The Doner 7/27/15
I've had a good life.
I have no regrets.
It's time for me to die.
What will be my legacy?
These are things I wonder.
How will I be remembered?
Who will mourn me?
Have I done enough?
Did I appreciate the air I breathe?
So I made a decision.
A choice of the heart.
When I die I will donate
parts of me.
Parts I hold dear.
If in the future I can be helpful
to someone who is without - that will
be my purpose.
My corneas, which helped me view beauty
and ugliness in this world.
I will give to someone who can't see.
Maybe they have been blind all their
life or maybe it's new and it kills them.
If I can give them a glimpse of what
I saw then I will die with a grin on my face.
My lungs ( although I had asthma and suffered
occasionally when I was young ) could
breathe new life into a child or
a person with emphysema.
Maybe they will be thankful for a second chance.
And finally my heart. Which now beats faster
knowing my fate. I don't wish to die.
But the cancer is coursing throug
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Golden Hair of Solace
Golden Hair of Solice  4/7/15
What do I say about sweet sweet Kay?
Her spirit inspires me every day.
She is beautiful inside and out.
Of this truth, I have no doubt.
Her support is unending
and as big as her heart.
Her talent is shown
through her unique art.
I am proud to call her my dear friend.
I shall be there for her till the end.
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Literature
Unnatural Disaster
Unnatural Disaster 3/19/15
There is a fault line in our relationship.
Like tectonic plates that shift -
the friction between us is palpable.
The tension builds until release
and the quake shakes us to our knees.
The aftershocks echo the worst and
the ripple effect has taken over.
And I don't know when we stopped caring.
Who's fault is it? Mine or yours?
I see the guilt in your glistening eyes.
I feel the pain caused by our lies.
We are powerless as this line
becomes a valley and we lack the
strength to build a bridge of forgiveness.
The fragile tether that holds us together
is frayed and decayed.
Erosion is a slow, gradual process.
Our once mighty foundation crumbled
before we even were aware.
It's sad to think of what we were compared
to what we are...how do we fix this?
One question remains: Do we fight to get us right?
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Literature
Silver Sea of Destiny
Silver Sea of Destiny  1/26/15
So I wished to take her away from those golden fields.
And bring her to the silver sea of destiny.
Would she let me comfort her?
Would she allow me to dry her tears?
She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea.
And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay.
We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling.
I knew deep down this would not be easy.
But nothing worthwhile ever is.
I embraced her tightly for I had no words.
Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles.
How could I fix what the world had done?
How could I erase the damage incurred?
So we sat on the beach and watched the ocean.
And we talked of the past and the hurt that transpired.
I held her hand and prayed for relief.
She opened up and the floodgates appeared.
I took my chance and showed my heart.
I could not stand by and watch her suffer,
I knew this place healed many before.
Would it be enough to be her cure?
The rising sun was ever closer.
I listened intentl
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Literature
Golden Field of Sadness
Golden Field of Sadness  1/25/14
There she stands in a golden field of wheat,
hands spread - her face raised to the shining moon.
She embraces the rain that slides down her cheeks
and falls lightly on her long hair of bright yellow.
It is straight and lustrous as it clings to her skin.
Her eyes are wild and crazed.
Pain wracks her body in wave after
wretched wave. This world has broken her.
She wishes to drown in this saturated air.
She screams into the night as a cloud
covers the glowing face of the moon.
Through her sadness, somehow I see a vibrant life.
I feel the fullness of her light.
I watch her from a distance longing to ease
her anguish but unsure as to how.
Oh, that dress looks so nice on her.
Does she even see me?
Could I ever comfort her?
Make her forget the past?
She drops to her knees and pounds
the soaked ground. And her tears
blend in with the rain and my heart melts.
I have to try to end her fears
and shelter her from the bitter years.
To end her pain becomes my ai
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Literature
A Clockwork of Consistency
A Clockwork of Consistency  9/23/14
He sat alone on a lonely bench.
Green paint faded and chipped-
weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.
It had been there - a silent
watcher of the sea for as long
as he could remember.
He had made a habit of going
here early to greet the sun
and start the day right -
with a small prayer and a coffee.
He had done this for three straight
years - a creature of routine.
It gave him comfort and peace.
A serenity he was never able to
duplicate anywhere else.
He felt less alone with this
bench and the rising sun as
his stable and reliable friends.
Sometimes a tear would form in his eye
when the beauty was too much.
On this particular morning he was so lost
in his thoughts and so entranced
by the vivid colors before him that
he barely registered her - sitting
on the bench beside him.
How long had she been there?
How long would she stay?
"Sunrises leave me in awe.
Do you not agree?" she
quietly asked as she turned to him.
He had no words to say so he
nodd
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Literature
Venom Quill
Venom Quill 9/26/14
I'll tattoo you with a poison quill
all the venom I will spill
So all the misery you imbued
will permanently stick to you.
I cannot find a single time
when you did not feed me lines.
So I will etch on you all
the pain inside my skin
until the message sinks right in.
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An Ocean is Between Us
An Ocean is Between Us  7/10/14
I did it again.
I forgot to speak ( up )
The words stuck to the roof
of my stuttering mouth.
( When I was fifteen I stuttered severely
just like my father did when he was young.
They told me to slow down and breathe.
Eventually it worked and I am stutter free )
Until now
My hands stopped reaching.
I decided to reinforce the
wall around my heart instead
of letting you soften it.
I do not think I can be enough for you.
So I sit here next to you wondering
who you're texting today...
What boy will claim you?
It's only a matter of time.
I like how we are right now.
It could be better - so much more -
but that's okay.
I don't want to lose you so I am content
to be close, but oh so far away.
And when you find love I will break
and slowly mend like I've done so many
times before.
You see, I'm an expert at pining and letting go.
So many have slipped through my unworthy -
trembling fingertips I lost count.
I watch you from across the table -
it could be as va
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Illumination
Illumination  9/15/14
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
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Saturated Seduction
Saturated Seduction 7/23/14
You appeared to me in a dream.
You exist only in my enigmatic imagination.
The moon was heavy that night,
drunk with the power of the sun.
Pulling and pushing the tides
like my vacillating moods.
I swim through this vast ocean
of unrest searching for
a place to call home.
I created your face
to give me comfort.
I carved out your being
to fit perfectly with mine.
Your hair danced like fire even
though the sea consumed you.
Sometimes my dreams are lucid -
most times I forget.
But you linger like an after image -
as a flash of a camera in
my watery eyes.
You stay with me on nights
of uncertainty - when all my
doubts bombard and petrify me.
I am rooted in place, too
frightened to move...on.
If you were real it would feel like a dream.
I would never wake.
Eternal slumber has a nice ring to it.
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Dysfunctional
Dysfunctional 7/1/14
I am an only child but I wasn't a lonely one.
Some days I think it would've been
better to have had a younger
brother or sister to torture
and somehow be an example to.
Funny how younger
siblings are like puppies.
Always coming back for more -
with adoration oozing from their pores.
At what age do they halt seeking
attention or acceptance?
Love is always there regardless
of how we treat each other, right?
I find the family dynamic unparalleled.
How can you fiercely love and hate
someone so completely at the same time?
And so it goes with ties that bond.
"I won't speak to you for 30 years!" Who says that?
There is no logic in the twisted web of blood.
I find no solace in my past.
Snippets of joy sprinkled into
buckets of pain.
Even still, I have learned over
the years to forgive.
For my own sanity and for
the sake of my possible
future family - Or I will be destined
to repeat the demented cycle.
Perhaps it doesn't matter and
all families share some cruel genetics.
S
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The Last Enemy
The Last Enemy 6/5/14
You cannot see it,
but it is always there.
It follows you wherever you go.
Taunting - teasing - bearing
its metallic teeth - waiting.
Ever so patient,
like a stalking sentry.
Always looming in the
background of your thoughts.
You cannot run or shun
its powerful hold.
At anytime it can attack -
relentless in its pursuit.
Like a shadow with ill intent -
all its will is bent
toward one thing.
As a claw that slowly scratches
down your back leaving chills behind.
Hot breath on your exposed neck
imparts an imprint on your haunted hallucinations.
It is unavoidable and indifferent.
It knows no mercy or rival.
A frosty breeze that freezes your blood -
making your hair stand on end.
There is no light in this endless night.
There is no waking from this demented dream.
I am frightened till my last desperate breath.
There is no escape from our last enemy - Death!
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Lantern
My whole life I've stood waiting,
with a lantern in hand,
hoping someone would be brave enough, to find me in the darkness.
Once I believed I had found the one,
but to him I was only a stumble in the dark.
Still I continued,
willing my flame to shine on,
and others came;
with flashy words and groping hands, longing for that flame that they could never hold.
But, with the fierceness of a wolf,
I fought them back,
held on to what was mine;
refusing to back down.
He had to be out there,
the one who would understand me like no other.
But, after a while, I had no strength left,
no will left to try.
So I blew my light out,
thinking it the end, only to see your lantern shining in the distance.
And it was in this moment, I realized, sometimes it's not that the one you're searching for hasn't seen your light,
It's that you've not had the courage to stand in the darkness,
and see who else was shining.
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Everything and Nothing
Come, take a seat,
and let me tell you a story
about a girl who believed in everything and nothing.
She grew up dancing with butterflies
and chatting with fairies.
She believed in happily ever afters
and that she could fly to the moon.
But as she grew, her view changed,
she was different from others;
she didn't look the same.
Her eyes and skin dark,
they laughed in her face.
So she hid behind her imagination,
weaving tales from spider webs and wolf fur,
creating friends in her word without them.
The ones invisible much better than any who breathed air.
And soon, invisible is what she became.
But, she could deal with invisibility,
her own superpower,
because if no one could see
she felt okay.
If they didn't glare,
she felt safe.
But even that was taken from her one day.
A shadow overcame
consuming the sun, and yet, she was visible.
He told her to grow up.
she'd never be good enough,
stop thinking such childish things.
He ridiculed and mocked her,
threatened her into silence,
and quietly
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Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Mother of Dragons by nakedcrayon23 Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Mother of Dragons :iconnakedcrayon23:nakedcrayon23 227 120 one year ago today by nakedcrayon23 one year ago today :iconnakedcrayon23:nakedcrayon23 106 79 Blue archipelago by EvelinaBrzozka Blue archipelago :iconevelinabrzozka:EvelinaBrzozka 38 23 It's time to make a move by EvelinaBrzozka It's time to make a move :iconevelinabrzozka:EvelinaBrzozka 51 37
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the aesthetic of being sundered
i had picked up my favorite
vase, thin fingers
sliding across painted sides,
when i realized we are the same.
we are too feeble, too exquisite
for we are composed of ceramic.
i am calm when the vase
peppers the floor, its
sharp edges approaching my feet.
but i am not done.
the slick red contrasts
with the light grey and i
am careful to remove every trace.
"we are broken," i say
"but we can be repaired for
gold dust will seal our
fragmented frames and emphasize
that this is a minuscule event.
we have use yet."
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society's strangers
We're the kids falling in love with
people instead of ideas,
Realism is our art style and
we paint/write/photograph with
bits and pieces of our souls
Metalloid asteroids with ink in our skin
They say we're messed up and
full of sin but
We already knew that, didn't we?
We're the boys with chipped fingernail polish and
The girls with brightly dyed hair;
We're kids without an aesthetic because
It's too much work to care
We're questioning, unsure, unknown, but
We are not alone.
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Curious
Looking at other people's work 
and seeing that there's something
that makes them unique,
no two ever the same
Yet in comparison,
I have misplaced mine
and still have yet
to recover it
A living husk of what I was,
with an occasional spark or two
to come by
and leave just as quickly
Turning green with envy
to see how others are filled
with so many emotions,
that I lack.
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Insanity
Watching as the last shred
of my sanity slipped
out of my grasp,
with a smile
Soon begins to scream
as the monsters
of my nightmares,
approach with glee
Thrashing, clawing and fighting
screaming until my voice goes hoarse,
driving them away a bit
before they advance again
Struggling to escape,
only to be bound
and tossed into a white room
as the door is locked shut
Feebly struggling
permanently trapped,
my mind slowly
begins to decay
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Passion Pink
Dipping his brush
in passion pinks
   I watched the sun
paint a last ode to the sky
while breathlessly kissing
   the heavens
      goodnight.
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The Sun is a Bright Reminder
11/24/16


The sun rises and sets for you.
I have no regrets it's true.

The wind came over me like a cold blanket.
The snow falls like tears.

I wanted to be that special someone.
You could look up to me.

But I fell over the cliff and it wasn't meant to be.

So I climb back up cause I was taught to fight back.
I took all my strength to make all I lack.

We had a love that I thought was real.
We had a metal that I thought was steal.

Let me be what I am supposed to be.
Why don't you support me?

Sometimes it won't last. Most times it is our torturous past.

I know my faults stand out.
they scream and meander about.

But I know my heart. And I know yours.
I know the ocean loves the shores.

So we can wait and see what the future brings.
And I will give you many precious things.

I won't give up or think it's wrong.
We will own a beautiful song.
Sorry I haven't been on a while! I have had some issues
The Moon Shows All 10/17/16


She dances in the moonlight.
The stars light up her dress.
I watch from a safe distance.
Wondering if what I see is real.

She twists in the night and
the curves of her body fill
the air with purpose and sense.
I am enamored by her calm.

A storm is coming and I am afraid
I will lose her to the rain.
I see the suffering in her eyes
and the unending pain.

Her white dress glows and
grows and the moon slides and flows.
Across the sky it sends a sign
that I conclude makes her mine.

Should I interrupt her reverie?
Can I breakup her nightmare?
What can I possibly make her see?
To show how much I care?

The moon gives me light and I go to her.
She lets me embrace. I am here and I will not go.
It seems a trivial thing. To be here for her.
But I know I cannot fix her anguish.
So I am content to hold her as the
silver rock washes over us.

This is all I can do...this is all I can do.
The Moon Shows All
The moon does something to me
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Wanted to change my journal cause the last one was brain draining trying to think of colors and animals and elements and songs and all that! Lol..it was fun but it's time to move on as always in life. Move forward and keep going! Life is what you make of it and it's all about choices and I choose to see the good and the light and try my best to remain happy and supportive and an encouragement on here...May you all have peace!

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Jamey
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
I've been writing poetry since I was 15 and I find it's a great way to vent and explore ideas...I love art of all kinds...I wish I could do that, but I guess I paint with words...

Current Residence: Florida
Favourite genre of music: rock and roll!
Favourite photographer: my cousin clementime
Favourite style of art: digital
Operating System: my sweet computer
Shell of choice: one that doesn't break
Wallpaper of choice: cheap
Skin of choice: human
Favourite cartoon character: Alvin from the Chipmunks/ Stewie
Personal Quote: "There is beauty in despair, you just have to know where to look." - Me
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NotenSMSK Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there my friend - it has been a while since we've interacted I suppose :) But I am happy to see you still around. I am getting back so I hope I get to see you more and that you get to see me too!
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PetKing Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hey bud, it's been a long while, over a year! 
I just wanted you to know I finally wrote a piece after a very, very long time and would love for you to check it out:
My Name is Will

It's a free verse with an interesting story to complement the message. I do hope you like it.

Also, Happy belated birthday! Hope you had a great one. 
Cheers. :)
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have a wondeful birthday!!!
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Hbirthday By Kmygraphic-d6u6vga by HILIF  Best wishes Dbf48be3b858fafb0529bbd9f110b380-d7h7iub by HILIF  
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Gmatty Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2017
Happy Birthday my friend!  :D (Big Grin) 
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Thank you
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Welcome! :) (Smile) 
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hellllllllllllo.....are u here lol?
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Yes hello :)
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