Shamrock-Black

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Midnight Sun by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Midnight Sun

Basking in the dry light of the midnight sun shuddering fear of choice we all must make. Following the twisted rivers of unshed tears fleeing the ancient monsters of our uncertainty. A thousand generations of one who wonders... who wanders alone amongst the legion of man There upon shallow horizon it appears Brilliant star burst falling on closed ears If only i could open up sealed eyes mine own and others too. See me please my midday star, for to be seen is to know you ARE.

Slow Realization by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Slow Realization

Silver frost upon a windowsill, I can see it now that I have time to kill. It's in the stillness of this morning new, That first I taste the morning dew. Why is it I can not restore, Things to the way they were before? Do I even want it so? It would seem I no longer know. Now I know the stillness of the earth, A feeling few feel after birth. Now I know, I can finally see, There is not even friendship between you and me. But I know now to look past the sorrow, To see the possibilities of tomorrow. So perhaps one day we can be friends, But until that day, this poetry ends.

You've Broken Me... by Shamrock-Black, literature

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You've Broken Me...

To want so much yet be always denied! You cannot know this pain held inside i scream and cry and writhe in such pain Only to live it all over again! You've done it again; you've left me broken, To you my love is not even a token! Humor me not with your little white lies Every time you do again my heart dies! Here i lie now, all twisted and torn Out of these ashes no hope can be bourn! Out of your life i was casually brushed With nary a care for what hopes may be crushed! i mourn now for the love no longer there And then wonder now...why, oh why, would you care?!? And now i lay here now so battered, so bruised And think that jus

Aweful Stranger by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Aweful Stranger

I happen upon a stranger, Wandering along the road. His clothes were worn and dirty, On his back lay a heavy load. And so I called right out to him, “Oh stranger I do pray,” “Come and have a meal with me, Oh please, oh won’t you stay?” He turn to me at this and then, With a gentle nod. He turned to me and then I saw, The very features of a god. Only then did I a last notice, The stranger bore a sword. And quickly I did stammer, “Forgive me please my lord!” And then he finally spoke to me, His voice was slow and firm. “You have no need to fear me sir, Unless you know the wyrm.” &

Long Dead Cries by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Long Dead Cries

i have heard the battles call, echoing down this old knight's hall. i have heard those silent screams, of vanquished foes who haunt my dreams. i have heard those goustly songs, of bitter hate and long-dead wrongs. i have heard this wailing cry, of weeping spirit as again it dies. Come listen now and i'll tell you tales, of a noble kight who one day fails, to set his captured bretheren free. You see that knight was me! One dark and dissmal nite, WE thriteen set out to fight A very vast and mighty hoard The army of the Midnight Lord! But i fear we were greatly outnumbered And my brave bothers were already incumbered With the w

Devil's Pit by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Devil's Pit

As I walk 'ward devil's cave It is too late my soul to save As I step cross burning coals And brush away these poor lost souls I hesitate for but an instant But I fear my curiosity is too insistent I find that I cannot turn away I shall see the devils own eyes today I creep toward the gapping mouth As it yawns towards the south I struggle to make nary a sound Taking furtive glances all around 1 step 2 step 3 step 4... I creep across the dark cave floor I know it’s not polite to creep, But I know not what in this cave's asleep! I hear that snarling, grating growl Followed by putrid breath so foul At last I think I found

Lost Center by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Lost Center

I lost you in the darkness I couldn’t find you for all I’ve tried Through the trees I hear you voice It calls out to me I think I hope But no…its not my name you call You have forgotten my already I am but a distant memory already Given over to the wind and rain Harsh nature makes me see the truth I have been abandoned Once more I find myself lost Amongst the thousands The mindless throng They cannot see me you know Not really, to them I am as invisible as the wind As inconsequential as one star amongst the millions But tell me this my kind betrayer My gentle Judas in the night Without one to know us, how ca

Shadow Of Salvation by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Shadow Of Salvation

can you hear me way out there, can you hear my silent screaming, dark angel of my day time nightmare? It was simple what we wanted you and i has wanted... to be happy to be loved and sometimes just to be. We were each other's shelter all we'd ever need but then that bond was broken by bitterness, by greed And now we hardly know us, we're not half what we used to be broken shadows of ancient lovers shivering in shadows of what we've lost I wish that i could blame you, i wish that i could hate but as much as i may wish by now its far too late. Some things will never change though you may wish that they would. I will alway

Little Less Me by Shamrock-Black, literature

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Little Less Me

Every single day I’m a little less me, With every little change I’m a little less free I can feel myself drowning but I don’t really know it I scream for all the pain inside, I just can’t seem to show it Like waves of doubt breaking on the beach I’m swimming for the surface; I just can’t seem to reach I’m trapped behind the mirror; I’m hidden in the walls For all my weary screaming, no one can hear my calls They could see it if they were looking, there inside my eyes If they listened they might hear, my souls voiceless cries I’m pounding on the door of this satin covered box But no matte

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Canada
Deviant for 16 years
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I have spent the whole of my adult life in singular pursuit of a business career, only to have it all swept away by the careless decision of some dumb kid just out of highschool. Then something amazing happened, with the help of my beautiful and infinitely more talented wife I have rediscovered a passion for art and writing that I had long forgotten.

I live a life wholly defined by pain, and I fine respite in art of all kinds. I spend long days and sleepless nights browsing through this awe inspiring art and clutching that art to myself like my only blanket on a cold winter's night.

**To all those I favorite I want to thank you because you have impressed or inspired me and that means everything to me. I do wish I left a comment on every piece but the volume of art I collect makes this somewhat impractical (nevermind the time I should be spending keeping things organized).

I am a fiction writer first and only occasionally dable in visual art despite how much I love it; although I have not done any writing in a very long time I am excited to start again. When I am not writing I do some drawing but prefer to ink & color mostly.

I am always looking for motivation and I am open to ideas so if you have an idea for a short story or a scene you would be interested in seeing written just send me a message.