Passion used is passion spent;
I've gotten rid of every cent,
Pennies gone, not earning much,
Yet just enough to keep in touch.
Did I spend it all too fast?
I should have saved it - made it last,
What's left of it still wastes away;
A poorer man I am today.
The lesson that I've learnt of this?
Excessive spending may cause bliss,
But spend it all within a day,
You're left with nothing to your name.
- Ash Miller, 10/11/06
Shadows cast long;
Dark shapes distorted,
Stretching forth from bases,
Spread across the rough and jagged ground.
Day begins its death,
So glorious to witness;
Nothing fails to suffer,
Underneath the ancient outstretched hands,
Of the falling disk, perched in the sky.
Night begins its call;
Pinholes in the sky,
Beam light towards the earth,
Piercing through the beams,
Crushing all remaining hopes of day.
- Ash Miller, 21/12/06
Darkness ripples on,
Ghostly shapes, they whisper to my ears,
Telling all the secrets I possess.
Songs as old as time,
Melodies float wistfully on air,
Carried by the true transparent messanger;
Thrown to me, and only me tonight.
Caught by waiting hands,
Casting out my gaze to beg the questions,
Answered with each rolling, fluid call.
I a solid, mother nature liquid,
Different as the poles upon this earth;
Speak we do, as one towards each other,
Summoning our thoughts and inner hues,
Sharing all our secrets, deep and thorough.
Though the tiny grains may hold my body,
Mind is swimming, stolen by the sea.
- Ash Miller, 13/1/07
Shards for Tears
Saltwater flows,
Streaming down the lines upon my face,
Pain-encrusted creases,
Tell the story words cannot.
Tear streaks on my pillow,
Reflect shattered, broken dreams,
Shards of pure anguish,
Spread thinly under my head.
Liquid, clear and soft,
Yet sharper than all else,
Nothing cuts the vibrance,
Like the razors of emotion,
Encased within the droplets I possess,
Blend they may into the fibres of my pillow,
But slice they will,
The fibres of my heart.
- Ash Miller, 7/9/06
You and Me
Inspiration fails me,
And my fate, it always trips me,
For my sake I hope God saves me,
And the way my morals slip me,
In the way my friends perceive me,
I'm afraid they won't believe me,
When I argue just to free me,
And the right for me to be me.
In my heart I know I love you,
But it seems too hard to know you,
I wish angels all above you,
Pass my message on and show you,
That if I could only find you,
In that part I see inside you,
I could truly start to guide you,
Be the man that walks beside you.
My one last plea towards you,
Is that you may learn to love me,
And while I still learn to know you,
That your h
Reliving The Tainted Magic by Ashacrasha, literature
Literature
Reliving The Tainted Magic
Reliving The Tainted Magic
It's 2am, and driving home is a breeze,
There is no one else here,
Beds all filled, and all at peace,
The night sighs faintly at me.
The lights along the road holds heaven's glow,
They kiss my tiredness,
Headlights bouncing lightly off the road,
Guide me through the darkness,
All this hidden beauty I can see,
Yet still avoided,
Head's still back at where I'd rather be,
Lying with you in your bed.
Home just isn't home when I arrive,
My heart is elsewhere,
Laying all cosy by your side,
My mind is nowhere,
Drunk with tiredness, I just turn around,
And head away again,
Drive a while until I've found,
You try hard to be funny,
But it's clear that you are not.
You're spending all your life,
Catching up to what you've lost.
Coming from behind,
And almost always losing out.
There's nothing in your ethics,
That you should be proud about.
Your heart goes unfulfilled,
Potential wasted all your life.
You're lazy, almost crazy,
Seem to have no inner drive.
You've pushed hard on occasion,
With some brilliant results –
But stubborn as you are,
You failed to change your lazy course.
So suffer, ever suffer,
For the effort cast aside.
Internal flames aye dying,
As you fake your outer pride.
No-one now can save you,
Don't expect a
Into my life you came,
A clumsy mess of disorganisation.
You seemed so young.
But as time skipped on,
And I began to enter your mind and soul,
You matured before my eyes,
Into a girl way beyond her years.
Your words come out wrong all the time,
But hidden in those words,
Is a truth so beautiful,
It makes angels weep with happiness.
Steady is my hand,
Ready is my heart,
To love this perfect creation.
I only wish I had the right words.
- Ash Miller, 3/2/04
Heavenly Sin
Dodging the bullets and jumping the mines,
Taking me down two girls at a time,
Killing me gently throught sweetest embrace,
Impossible odds to play without trace.
Loving each moment of self-rationed doom,
A paradox beckons, encased in the gloom,
Hidden deep down with a candy-made heart,
A sinful intention, a black magic art.
Two-toned emotions feed heavenly burn,
A passionate hobby, a misguided turn,
Walking the tightrope 'tween sure love and hate,
Death-defying reasoning fuels the debate.
Twisting and morphing to flee from the light,
Hiding in darkness that's still way too bright,
Finding sheer passion but at a h
Insomia By Love, By Thoughts, By You.
Sleepless I lay as I stare at the ceiling,
Channelling all these small things I am feeling,
Darkness encases my outer dimension,
But light swells withing, far away from the tension.
I shouldn't be sitting here lying wide awake,
I've got work in five hours, for heavens sake,
But there's one certain feeling that's causing my state -
An unplanned encounter's decided my fate.
My head's filled with feelings, with thoughts ringing true,
Life's ne'er been the same since the day I met you,
I'm sleep deprived, seems like I'm torn at the seams,
You know you're in love - being awake is a dream.
My fe
Lost Between The Pages
I sit all on my own and think of you,
Nothing but 'I Love You' seems to ever do,
Your voice, your smile, your eyes, they echo through my head,
There's not another girl I'd rather be with instead.
Alas, the moment's gone, and I can feel it now,
I tried to win you back, and yet I've failed somehow,
Lost between the pages of the life we shared,
Life's begun to crumble, and I wasn't prepared.
Now that I am hearing that he's back in your life,
The dagger keeps on turning, a tear-swelling knife,
Something deep inside of me now has curled up and died,
I could be just mistaken, but I'm sure it's my pride.
I don't
Perfection Personified
If one thing is impossible,
It's writing how I feel,
About a girl who's perfect,
She's too good to be real.
But here I go, I'll try it;
Though it seems so mighty hard,
My feelings seem unprintable,
The clarity is marred.
Forgive my rough delivery,
Of the thoughts that roam my head,
I'm trying to find a way,
To show my love is never dead.
I met a girl named Kat
Who's perfect ways I would observe,
From a vantage point up yonder
I was building up my nerve.
This girl seemed so untouchable
More perfect than seemed real
But finally I found the guts
To say the way I feel
I started to accumulate
The words
Tales of a Bedevilled Woman by Ashacrasha, literature
Literature
Tales of a Bedevilled Woman
Tales of a Bedevilled Woman
She draws you in with tempting arms
Exercising deadly charms
Entice and seek my world within
She mutters behind stealthy grin
With devilish style and graceful art
She preys upon a lurid heart
Whose search for truth on silver plate
Has drawn him in and sealed his fate
Though soft and delicate encased
On tip of tongue blood she can taste
She schemes of ways to ostracize
The placid state in which he lies
The stealthy fox has reeled him in
The naïve man who sees no sin
Yet behind all the looks and charm
A shallow beast that seeks to harm
The man has managed something great –
A brilliant thing to devia
Current Residence: Brisbane, Australia Favourite genre of music: Rock and Dance Favourite photographer: Marcel, Darren Heath, Rainer Schliegelmilch Favourite style of art: Emotive Operating System: Mac! MP3 player of choice: Ipod Skin of choice: ...my own? :) Favourite cartoon character: AstroBoy Personal Quote: "Why live in the past when the future's as close as tomorrow?"
Favourite Visual Artist
Monet
Favourite Movies
Anything comical...Ace Ventura is my hero.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I'm a fan of many! The Presets stand out though. And Like the old school stuff - INXS :)
Favourite Writers
Pablo Neruda
Favourite Games
Heavy Rain was amazing. Gran Turismo 5, F12010, L.A. Noire.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3
Tools of the Trade
My pen, my paper, my laptop, my thoughts.
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Formula One, Irish Dancing, Motor Racing, Poetry, Journalism
Wow... That's.. that's profound mate, truly is.. haha, and by profound, I mean I wish I had some steel wool for my eyes and some dishwashing liquid to follow, perhaps an acid bath for my brain... Sure, I'm an arsehole, but so are you, so you know I'm sure karma isn't going to hassle me, that being the worst case scenario - I personally think I'm looking at a big gold star for saying what everybody else merely reserves to private thought. By the by, it's 'MonNet'... not really important... just thought I'd try and give you a place to start with the improvement .
Hello Ashacrasha. As a fellow member of the deviantart community, or shall I say, of the two of us who can DO any art, I'd like to bring it to your attention that you are a stupid head. You'r "Art" is nothing more than poorly constructed "poetry" which fails to have any depth, your "photographs" have no real expressive portrayals, and your overall work is just poor. D- effort my young Irish Dancing TOOL!!!