Patchwork-Poet

Subject to the whims of my muses

40 Watchers73 Deviations

16K

Pageviews

Latest Deviations

See all

After the Storm by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

After the Storm

The sea is still, but the salty air still shivers- the last dregs of anger from the once violent winds... after the storm. The smell still lingers, driftwood and death- clinging to the wreckage... after the storm. The cries of mourning hearts, reach from across the vast expanse- lamenting sailors lost to the waves... after the storm. Burial at sea, Davy Jones' locker- the fear of sailors... after the storm. A cough, a gasp, an isle uncharted- forty-two portions of hope... after the storm.

Swan by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Slight by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Sunglasses by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Sunglasses

Sunglasses. Black frames sit atop the bridge of your nose, hiding your eyes, hiding your gaze, as you watch the passersby. You make up little stories for them, put yourself in their shoes. What is their life like? What did they leave for this vacation? Don't you wish you could have one too? This is the curse of the writer- Constant company. The muse doesn't ever shut up.

Write or Die 8.1.10 by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Write or Die 8.1.10

"I don't like where this is going Hank...I'm not comfortable with this." The man looked around wearily, as if to make sure the area was secure. "They're only kids for god's sake. We shouldn't be doing this." "Relax Jim," Hank replied, "they're high-schoolers, if they haven't been exposed already, then we're doing them a favor." But Jim protested. "What if they're caught? How do we know that some scrawny high school kid isn't gonna rag on us to the feds? We could be jailed for this, man. We're talking about a highly illegal substance."

Changing by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Reality by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Reality

War, hatred, pain... it's everywhere, And America never even blinks. Countless lives are laid down, For you, for your freedom. Death, destruction, insanity... it abounds. Soldiers live, and they die, For you, for your dreams, For everything you refuse to stand for, Even though you know you should. They provide- safety, security, freedom. And how do you repay them? You don't. The thought never even crosses your mind. You tie up your yellow ribbons, Boldly proclaiming your support. But by morning, you've forgotten. So much for your loyalty.

Graffiti Art by Patchwork-Poet, literature

The Truth of the Matter by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Pachelbel's Canon by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Pachelbel's Canon

She could hear the music begin, as she turned and twirled in front of the mirror, waiting. In a few short minutes, she would walk down the aisle to Pachelbel's Canon, beautiful, steps perfectly planned; he would look at her, and not be able to help smiling. She had been dreaming of this day for her entire life; the day she would finally belong to someone. There was a knock at the door, it was her turn. As she approached the sanctuary door, friends and family in the audience stood. Soft smiles and tears gazed at her from all sides. Candles and lilies adorned the pews, just as she had wanted. As the music progressed, her feet took her carefull

See All

Featured Gallery

See all

After the Storm by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

After the Storm

Swan by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Slight by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Sunglasses by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Sunglasses

Changing by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Reality by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Reality

Graffiti Art by Patchwork-Poet, literature

The Truth of the Matter by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Pachelbel's Canon by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Pachelbel's Canon

Parasite by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Literature

Parasite

She stared at the puckering paint on the walls, contemplating her options. Call…let be…call...let be… Call. She fumbled for a moment, hands trembling with too small numbers. Ring…ring…ring… X "Hello?" No answer. He glanced at the ID, it was her. "I know it's you…please say something."

Collection

Favourites

See all

We Stand by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature

Literature

We Stand

When we are confused, And there is no solution to be seen That's when we find truth, We find out just what living means When...when we need... And a world full of tears, Is all we can see When...when we lose those we love, Right then and there, Is when we rise above! We stand, we stand! All of us together, Truly can shape the world We stand, we stand One united voice, Will always be heard Nothing is impossible, It just waits for our command, Anything can happen, As long as we stand When we feel so used, And nothing seems to take the pain away, That's when we find truth, That's when we're ready to change When...when we

to love a dead thing by SecondarySunshine, literature

Literature

to love a dead thing

to love you is to hold a wall of brick; to love you is to breathe in air too thick. to love you is to board a moving train; to love you is to kiss the spaces between the rain. to love you is to owe a debt you cannot pay; to love you is to wear a black dress on a Sunday. to love you is to miss what hasn't happened yet; to love you is to want more time, and then less. to love you is to watch dusk turn into dawn; to love you is to love what is already gone. to love you is to hum a song you cannot sing; to love you is to love a dead thing.

The Bullets Fly by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature

Literature

The Bullets Fly

In what was a quiet neighborhood, A fight breaks out, Fists and words are thrown, Seeds of discord are planted and grown, And in the middle of the night The bullets fly In countries of rock and desert, Where year after year, The land takes one's measure, Where peace is more myth than memory, Where everyone can be an enemy The bullets fly In homes, in schools, Anger and frustration break all rules, "Civilized" no longer has meaning, All that is heard is sorrowful keening, As bodies lay on the dust Because the bullets fly Crashing roars and awful pops, Fill the air until chambers are empty, And firing pins remain at their st

Watchers 40

See all

Rakushasuu

MafiaVamp

Crayuns

k9coco11

amandas-sketches

ObliqueWordsmith

cowgirlupbud

RedFawkes

itismestwin

toriacheshirecat

AGMeade

earthsea-23

Watching 88

See all

RavensQuill

Madkill

wyettaripper

cubanbigfoot321

Writers-Workshop

Writers-Slam

yaoimakesmesmile

Bahama-dreams

communityrelations

DALive

earthsea-23

HugQueen

DaveJeanes

IndieWrites

TheBrassGlass

Deviation Spotlight

Changing by Patchwork-Poet, literature

Changing

Patchwork-Poet

Group Member 5

Group Admin

Patchwork-Poet is not a Group Admin yet

Groups they admin or create will appear here

About Patchwork-Poet

See all

Artist

Apr 14, 1992
United States
Deviant for 15 years
She / Her

Badges

My Bio

_{*My name is Aly
*I'm a recovering self-harmer
*I'm 21
*I live in Michigan in the US, but attend college at Indiana Wesleyan University in Marion, Indiana
*I write poetry, and contrary to my name, occasionally some prose when my muses agree with me.

Email me: poetgirl2010@gmail.com **No, seriously. I'd love to hear from you guys. Introduce yourselves as from deviantART in the subject bar and we can be email buddies!!!**

H.A.N.D. news.deviantart.com/article/75…

Current Residence: Michigan, USA
Favourite genre of music: I listen to everything except rap
Operating System: Vista}

Favourite Visual Artist

Kawaiikitsune88 - yes, she's on DA

Favourite Movies

My new favorite movie is My Neighbor Totoro ^^

Favourite Writers

Kathryn Jeanes

Tools of the Trade

Keyboard or pens/pencils, paper, anything it's possible to write on

Other Interests

Writing. Music.

Posts

See all

Patchwork-Poet

Apr 18, 2012

I Wrote Today

0 min read

It's been over one year and four months since I left dA. And today, while looking through some old files, I was reminded of this place. The wonderful, beautiful people I left behind, and the love of writing I once held onto. I don't know where I've been exactly. My muses have been very quiet. But.... I wrote today. =) For the first time in a long time, I wrote something just for pleasure- something that was not a research paper, or an essay. And it felt so good. I won't be here everyday. Or even every week, most likely. But I won't be quite so distant as I have been. Aly is slowly returning, at least a little bit. :heart: Aly

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

Patchwork-Poet

Jan 3, 2011

I love you all, I'm sorry.

0 min read

So, I've been gone quite a bit lately. First I have to apologize to anyone who follows DisPoe. I have been a bad admin. When I took over, I was writing every day, full of confidence and ideas, and not in college. I am so sorry. I have been neglecting you all, to an extent that is unpardonable. I love you all, please believe me. Those of you who have known me during the last couple of years, even dating back to when I was a-broken-soul (https://www.deviantart.com/a-broken-soul), know that you all are a part of me. It was you all who kept me alive during the worst and hardest years of my life. And so, it is with a heavy heart, that I apologize again. I am not going to be around v

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

Patchwork-Poet

Nov 3, 2010

Three words

0 min read

Three words for you all- First word: College. Second word: NaNoWriMo. Third word: Sorry. <3 Aly

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

Profile Comments 183

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

Thanks for the fave

Happy birthday honey

I miss you, Aly...

Indie!

I was looking through old files today that reminded me of dA, so I got on, and saw this message, and it made me smile. And then, I wrote. And it felt lovely. And I wouldn't have probably done it if I hadn't seen this.

I'm going to be around more now.

I miss you too.

RavensQuill

Apr 19, 2012

It's good to see you. I've been away for a year, too. And when I was looking through some comments on a deviation, I ran across yours, so I went to check and saw you had been gone for a while. I'm glad you're back. And it's wonderful to hear you are writing again!

We will have to catch up soon.

TheseKrimzonFlames

Apr 14, 2011

I know you are unable to be here, but I still want to wish you a very happy birthday.