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Literature
Not much of a tale.
Conjure thought of a once angered soul.
Quick to rage and violence.
Delving into mindless indulgence.
Darkness forever exacting it's toll.
Hearing nothing of the whispers.
Echo of the life lost:hers
Burrowing deeper within the subconscious.
Begging to return to the light.
No whispers could cure his blight.
There was no loyalty breeding fidelity leading to love.
Only the next conquest forming into physical satisfaction.
Whatever decency held in traction.
Only empty pleasure to think of.
Time passed with molasses speed.
It was all pettiness.
Darkness leading to pain merging with despair culminating in emptiness.
What motivation is there for shadow?
A soft silhouette hiding from the sun.
Only street walking scum.
Winter winds breathed as a death rattle.
He sat in the market with the rest.
Listening to their endless prattle.
Mindless amorphous cytoplasm.
She walked in gazelle grace.
A hard dry nucleus.
What was it about the sunshine in her face?
Honey dripped from her voice.
Emptiness fade
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Literature
Chess of thought
Seeping, slipping, seething.
Why do I feel like you are falling?
Silently weeping.
Sight, sound, sinister.
No light, music, only bitter laughter.
What happened to "come home mister."?
Stuttering, sputtering, silence.
Can't keep a straight thought.
Images of despair and violence.
Squirming, squalid, sleepless.
The bed offers no respite.
Nothing left, save stress.
Softly, stealthy, slowly.
Don't waste this chance.
Redeem this chess match.
Make it holy.
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Literature
Time is over
Time and again.
Over and over.
Is this merely a game to you?
You make the terms and set the rules.
Always looking for something new.
I can only wait and react.
Time and again.
Over and over.
You speak of your love.
Waiting to see something in me.
As i ask above.
No answers I can see.
Time and again.
I have waited for so long.
Put so much into this.
My life has become drawn.
Stretched so thin.
Over and over.
How can you not see?
With all your indifference and games.
You are loosing me.
I have suffered through all the pains.
Time and again.
Over and over.
You willingly pushed it all aside.
Leading me on.
With soft words of love and wisps of hope.
But there is no warmth in your dawn.
Not again. Never again.
Though i would wish to die.
Perhaps it is time to say goodbye.
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Literature
Choices
Choices flash before tired eyes.
Tempting and swirling within the mind.
Awaking things that had long ago died.
Answers not easy to find.
Listening to the silence within.
No answers there.
A new day set to begin.
Do i dare?
Caught between the past.
The present that may be.
And the present that should be.
I have endured so long a wait.
Emotions in a tumultuous sea.
It becomes hard not to hate.
You should be with me.
Not on the periphery of my life.
But hand in hand.
Even though yours held the knife.
I feel damned.
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Literature
Sight
Signals interpreted via cords and neurons.
What is it we truly see?
Watching the beauty of the new dawn.
Can this be the true reality?
The beauty of shadows cast beneath the oak.
"Sight unites us!"
Surely you joke.
"Well aren't you a little cuss"
What I see is mine alone.
Jaded by experience of thought.
Not merely another drone.
The love I have given and demons I fought.
Where you may see a glimmering drop of rainbow dew.
Perhaps I see water dancing with light.
To you it's fresh, new.
To me constricting and tight.
What you behold being white.
All just a blank space.
An empty place.
Can this be the true reality?
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Literature
Click, click
Turning the light switch with a flick.
Click, click
Such a simple motion.
Apply it inward.
To ones emotions.
Click, click
Peace of thought.
Piece of mind.
Piece of toast?
No thank you I'm fine.
Click, click
Beach of sand and soft powder.
Cold within the snow.
I'd rather not go.
Click, click
Destinations never known.
All merely places in time.
For breath and relief?
Click, click
As winter sun or summer breeze?
Moving through the leaves.
I said I'd rather not!
Click, click
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Literature
Broken and afraid
I can't stop thinking on the blackness.
Is that all there is?
Why should they let mes rest?
The dark muses of fear.
Terrified of the unknown of death.
A spark forever snuffed out.
No more experience nor breath.
Some follow the light of misfiring neurons.
Lending some small comfort before the black.
What if there is truly no dawn?
Nothing more after the heart stops.
Spinning round and again within my head.
As my hope slowly drops.
The pain worsens within
Both body and mind.
Punishment for past sins.
There was never such fear before.
I remain broken and afraid.
Waiting to be restored.
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Literature
Conviction in Doubt
There are many secrets hidden in the night.
Tinged with hope.
Sealed with despair.
Shunning the light.
Feeling so small.
Breathless in the quiet.
Have I learned nothing at all?
Chill of winter in the air.
Can i survive the cold?
Will I even care?
Death is always near.
Dark eyes sizing up ones soul.
Yet there is no fear.
These days he is my only constant companion.
Reminding that life is fleeting.
Loud and deadly as a cannon.
Life can only be enjoyed through eyes unclouded.
Lit by joy, love and understanding.
Such notions have long since been routed.
Let the indecision lie.
View the things of beauty.
Try not to die.
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Literature
I miss you Brother
He was so alone.
Standing in the doorway to oblivion.
His action I can never condone.
Did you speak into the quiet?
Asking forgiveness from those you leave?
You never wanted to cause this riot.
Your last statement the rifle report.
A year without your wry smile.
Twelve months without your dry humor.
You gave me no room to retort.
You had us with you.
I'm so sorry.
I would have done anything you wanted me to.
I miss my brother.
And all he will never do.
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Literature
Skull Goblet
Crystal refractions within a black skull.
Near empty and red.
Providing means for thoughts to be culled.
Swirling within the hand.
He who holds the power.
The master of his own fate.
Wouldn't that be grand.
Mellow as lemon peel.
Bitter as an arctic wind.
Insanity the new real.
Empty now and sockets accusing.
Judgmental for a plastic apparition.
Filling it's mind with liquid thoughts.
Draining it slowly, no refusing.
Hungry now.
Born not of the body but the soul.
Insatiable with need, how?
Simple reasons born of a twisted mind.
Love, Honor, Pride, Fate.
Only two, easy to find.
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Literature
No eyes
Sodium chloride burning eyes.
Blinding sight and perception.
There are things worse than broken ties.
Red from rubbing.
Sand crawling behind.
Cleaning roughly, scrubbing.
Vision swimming coalescing into shapes.
Flashes of vibrant color.
Fluttering before eyes like a windswept cape.
Scratching like rough sand paper.
The colors all fade save red.
Pain turning thoughts to vapor.
Moisture wet on hands.
Slick and worn.
Wet hair sticking in strands.
No more color to see.
Merely darkness coupling with black.
The longing to be free.
There is no turning back.
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Literature
Fortress of Solitude
There is peace atop a hill.
Laying on the concrete.
The howling of the wind a thrill.
Only the voice of wind stirring, the wooden spoon to my soul.
Soft and soothing.
The perfect counterpoint to the rough calloused heart.
Petty thoughts no longer taking their toll.
Bambie crosses in front of me.
Bobs it's head once and moves on.
No threat to see.
Coming from the laying form in the road.
Smoke rising lazily from the cherry in hand.
The stars an enigma, a code.
Soft sigh escapes lips turned in grin.
She is here with me.
The wind her light touch on my skin.
The stars her mischievous smile.
The rustling leaves her sweetly saying "bitches."
My thoughts linger on her a while.
This fortress is healing.
Even without her voice.
Filling the heart with feeling.
The Fortress is my rock.
She the compass, the key.
My heart a lock.
No desperation or pleading.
Simply an empty piece of me.
A cut still bleeding.
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Literature
Dark room
The doorway stands there, beckoning.
Stepping in from the darkness of the night.
I realize the similarity.
My own personal reckoning.
The room is me. And I it.
Dark. Empty. Silent.
Hiding everything in shadow.
Concealing my nature. Violent.
Eyes like mine, Blonde hair.
You strung up the lights.
That still reside there.
Illuminating the room in glorious light.
Revealing everything about me.
Chasing away the darkness.
Bringing out all things bright.
Now they stand dark.
My room once more in shadow.
Nothing left but my wit and snark.
Backpedaling back into the night.
I don't wish to return there.
Alone.
No eyes like mine....no Blonde hair...
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Literature
Survive
Let this time be the last.
No more pining over the past.
He has faded into the background.
His smile no more to be found.
It has taken pain to bring me here.
Nights spent tossing and turning.
Strength once again so near.
A force of nature begun.
Anger seething within.
Fueling the rage of the sun.
And yet my soul stands undone.
Every day I'm learning.
Life is yearning.
Thoughts shrouded with regrets and remorse.
Let there be no further recourse.
Stone gaze.
Dry eyes.
Anger ablaze.
Time for talk is over.
Reality is that much darker,
when your mind is sober.
There is nothing left to care for.
I will continue to survive.
With nothing more.
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Literature
He came on a white horse...
The times are winding down in the dusk.
And yet things seem to be reverting to how they were.
I watch as it all returns to dust.
The loneliness and melancholy begins to seep within.
Then i begin  to feel the apathy and rage.
The beast inside awakes and looks out my eyes with a grin.
He rises once more looking out on these pathetic souls.
Always the bemused expression as one would have looking on children.
Watching them wander aimlessly with no hope or goals.
The explosive rage sitting dormant within him.
With nothing and no one but the world to blame.
I think back to the past.
Knowing that things will never truly be the same.
To many times have i been burned.
Let now the world fear what it will never understand.
The true Scotsman has returned.
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Literature
The return.
Softly now.
Lips parted in silent prayer.
Dark voice on receptive ears "Bow."
Battling the powerful voice.
Yet listening beyond choice.
"Fight no more.
Give in to what you once were,
Become what you were before."
He is strong but numb.
Never basking in beauty from the sun.
Teeth gritted in a feral snarl.
Fighting to keep closed the door.
Features twisted in a gnarl.
"Simply rest child,
let me take control."
Slowly the lips smiled.
"Hide within lad.
Forget all the pain you had.
I will protect you once again.
Once the agony has passed.
I will give you control then."
Rising slowly from within.
Let purgatory begin.
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Save me
Take me
Save me
From myself
Love me
Feel me
Deep within
Look at me
And I'll look at you
At the Universe I see
In your eyes
As we ride in the storm
Rain, wind and thunder
Our dear friends
Our guardians
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Achillies Myth :iconruhall:Ruhall 5 0
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fire
its weak now, but was strong
the fire that i have held so long
the need to strive
the power to fight
the will to live
cam from the fire i have held for so long
choking on its own exhaust
shadow gains where light has lost
the growing doubt
the desire to collapse
the acceptance of loss
left behind by the fire that i held for so long
enclose by smoke embers fight
refusing all options but to ignite
the warmth of hope
the fire of believe
the inferno determination
this is the birth of the inferno I will become
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Literature
what i want
i want to fight
i want to kill
i want that chaotic thrill
i want to help
i want to love
i want to feel the light from above
to plague the city
and burn the town
to be the beast wearing the crown
to grapple your fear
and to slay mine
to be knight for the lords shine
i want to be loathed
i want to be loved
i want to be legend
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Angels Cry :icondeligaris:Deligaris 1,176 86 Arctic wolves: Shining :iconwoxys:woxys 1,493 190 Winter Wolves :iconbenwootten:BenWootten 1,248 144
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The Wolves
Their enchanting voices
Cry to the crystal moon
As light of silver
Descends with grace
The pale river sparkles
Suddenly alive
It shivers uncontrollably
Chilled by their cries
Time is frozen
The moment slowly fades
The wolves prowl restlessly
Calling to each other
A song of wonder
Fills the air
None have heard it before
Though it is as ancient as the moon
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Conjure thought of a once angered soul.
Quick to rage and violence.
Delving into mindless indulgence.
Darkness forever exacting it's toll.
Hearing nothing of the whispers.
Echo of the life lost:hers
Burrowing deeper within the subconscious.
Begging to return to the light.
No whispers could cure his blight.
There was no loyalty breeding fidelity leading to love.
Only the next conquest forming into physical satisfaction.
Whatever decency held in traction.
Only empty pleasure to think of.

Time passed with molasses speed.
It was all pettiness.
Darkness leading to pain merging with despair culminating in emptiness.
What motivation is there for shadow?
A soft silhouette hiding from the sun.
Only street walking scum.

Winter winds breathed as a death rattle.
He sat in the market with the rest.
Listening to their endless prattle.
Mindless amorphous cytoplasm.
She walked in gazelle grace.
A hard dry nucleus.
What was it about the sunshine in her face?
Honey dripped from her voice.
Emptiness faded to despair falling away from pain.
Speaking of everything and nothing.
Only shopping cart pirates to blame.

Turtle boxers.
X-files.
Red lace.
Long hikes.
Folding bikes.
Camping trips.
Rhythmic hips.
Gentle breaths.
Long talks.
Night walks.
Female dogs.
Lucky smokes.

Time moved in aurora haze.
An interesting daze.
She kindled the fire and light within.
Loyalty breeding fidelity leading to love.
Spoken softly beneath the sheets.
Anger held little place within the light.
Hand in hand watching stars in the street.
Wholesome and new.
She saw him in a light he would never understand.
He tried everything to be the man she deserved.
The decency returned as she observed.
Yet something was missing within the man.
Perhaps a freedom of thought, action, or even in his soul.
Unfortunately he would never know.

Soft spring began to bloom.
She had a life to lead.
He tried to fight.
Only to bleed.
How can the waves hold on?
When the sands continue to shift.
The tear growing into a rift.
What was once hours apart turned to days.
What was once days turned into weeks.
What was once weeks turned into months.
Decency facing more and more affronts.

Time no longer held any meaning.
After all that time with her.
Perhaps he had merely been dreaming.
Slowly the fire died.
When fidelity began to fade.
There was no more pride.
The hollow returned to his chest.
Destroying him like cyanide.
Indifference became the norm.
Nothing left to decide.
His darkness returning with the tide.
Seeping, slipping, seething.
Why do I feel like you are falling?
Silently weeping.
Sight, sound, sinister.
No light, music, only bitter laughter.
What happened to "come home mister."?
Stuttering, sputtering, silence.
Can't keep a straight thought.
Images of despair and violence.
Squirming, squalid, sleepless.
The bed offers no respite.
Nothing left, save stress.
Softly, stealthy, slowly.
Don't waste this chance.
Redeem this chess match.
Make it holy.
Time and again.
Over and over.
Is this merely a game to you?
You make the terms and set the rules.
Always looking for something new.
I can only wait and react.
Time and again.
Over and over.
You speak of your love.
Waiting to see something in me.
As i ask above.
No answers I can see.
Time and again.
I have waited for so long.
Put so much into this.
My life has become drawn.
Stretched so thin.
Over and over.
How can you not see?
With all your indifference and games.
You are loosing me.
I have suffered through all the pains.
Time and again.
Over and over.
You willingly pushed it all aside.
Leading me on.
With soft words of love and wisps of hope.
But there is no warmth in your dawn.
Not again. Never again.
Though i would wish to die.
Perhaps it is time to say goodbye.
Choices flash before tired eyes.
Tempting and swirling within the mind.
Awaking things that had long ago died.
Answers not easy to find.
Listening to the silence within.
No answers there.
A new day set to begin.
Do i dare?
Caught between the past.
The present that may be.
And the present that should be.
I have endured so long a wait.
Emotions in a tumultuous sea.
It becomes hard not to hate.
You should be with me.
Not on the periphery of my life.
But hand in hand.
Even though yours held the knife.
I feel damned.
Signals interpreted via cords and neurons.
What is it we truly see?
Watching the beauty of the new dawn.
Can this be the true reality?
The beauty of shadows cast beneath the oak.
"Sight unites us!"
Surely you joke.
"Well aren't you a little cuss"
What I see is mine alone.
Jaded by experience of thought.
Not merely another drone.
The love I have given and demons I fought.
Where you may see a glimmering drop of rainbow dew.
Perhaps I see water dancing with light.
To you it's fresh, new.
To me constricting and tight.
What you behold being white.
All just a blank space.
An empty place.
Can this be the true reality?

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ThisWinterEternal Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2015  Student General Artist
Hey welcome to Deviantart! Hug 2#
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Persistentwaves Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2015
Thank you! So many things to explore.
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ThisWinterEternal Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2015  Student General Artist
Ya, I'm sure you'll love it. :D
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