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My mother tongue is German, but the language of my soul is English. It took me some time to realize this, mind you, but by now I write in English more often than in German. My theory is that writing in a foreign language lets you skip emotional barriers that stop you from writing freely.

Poetry is the art form that contains most of my true self, as it often serves as an emotional outlet or a tool to sort through my thoughts. I received a DD and a DLD on "Old Hands" and a DLD on my poem “Earth”. (I am obviously very proud of those. ;P)

On the other hand I love the advantages of longer prose, as it allows me to unfold complex ideas and concepts into multiple directions. Currently I am working on finishing my fanfiction “The Archive” and writing my first novel “Hunting Deer”.

I love all kinds of feedback on my work! :heart:


I also have a degree in design of information and have been working as information designer for more than three years now, so you might as well call me a professional in design and interfaces. So in case I faved your picture, know that a designer did. ;)


If you would like to thank me for a :star: please be so kind and add the link to your deviation. If I have the time I often like to have a second look to tell you why I faved them. :)
    Here we have the very first (as far as we know) Fractal-Poem or Poem-Fractal! A creative collaboration between poca2hontas and Story-of-a-Mind.
    We hope you enjoy it as we certainly had fun making it ;) :love:


   

Awakening


    Awakening - Reaching- a fractal poem collaboration by poca2hontas

   


    I tear apart the blankets
    while leaping out of bed,
    god, there's a new vision to hunt down.


    You still sleep peacefully.
    But lingering in dreams is not good enough,
    we need to make them real!


    They shall not be flushed down the drain
    along with my hopes and my happiness.
    I'll go after them, spiral downward, if I need to.


    I need to wake up to my dreams, not my nightmares.



    Awakening -  Spiral - a fractal poem collaboration by poca2hontas


    I have seen the golden door,
    no boundaries will keep me.


    I don't need no lamp,
    thy word lights my path.


    I don't need an exile,
    I found paradise.



    Awakening - Golden Door - a fractal poem collabora by poca2hontas



    Images by poca2hontas :iconpoca2hontas:
    (colour palette for last 2 images courtesy of Contemplexitus fav.me/d7rkyl3 )
    Poetry by Story-of-a-Mind :iconstory-of-a-mind:



   Link to the poem: AwakeningI tear apart the blankets
while leaping out of bed,
god, there's a new vision to hunt down.
You still sleep peacefully.
But lingering in dreams is not good enough,
we need to make them real!
They shall not be flushed down the drain
along with my hopes and my happiness.
I'll go after them, spiral downward, if I need to.
I need to wake up to my dreams, not my nightmares.
I have seen the golden door,
no boundaries will keep me.
I don't need no lamp,
thy word lights my path.
I don't need an exile,
I found paradise.


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It's good you were a certified master butcher, wasn't it grandpa?
Thus I know you must have died as painlessly as possible,
when ramming this knife into your own heart.

Besides butchering beings properly,
you had learned
how painful dying of sickness is.

Grandma was the perfect example.

But grandpa,
didn't you also learn
how painful it is to be left behind?

The death-pale face of my uncle's girlfriend showed how dire you looked when they found you.

When I returned to your house all that was left was this
giant,
weird,
untouchable

emptiness.

Sure, everything was still there (along with the sturdy dirt in the corners that always refused to be scrubbed away). Every thing was so very familiar. The only thing missing was you.

But you weren't sleeping in your favourite chair and I knew.

Christmastime must have reminded you of how damn lonely you felt.
Happy Christmas to you and your loved ones, right grandpa?

And I kept asking
      and I kept asking
           and I kept asking myself
                Was this my fault?

I didn't think,
      we didn't think much,
           we didn't think much when we didn't...
I didn't think much when you refused to take those pills (your reasons sounded so reasonable).
I didn't think you would... (you seemed way too reasonable)...

Grumpy old knucklehead. Didn't you think we would miss you?

I hope you're playing Malefiz or Rommé with grandma in heaven. Do you still cut your bread into those tiny pieces? And the tomatoes, do you still peel them because they get stuck in your teeth otherwise? Nah, I hope they've got better teeth for you up there.

Kiss grandma for me and greet my aunt.
(Tell her she was always better cleaning your place than I was.)

Thank you for not bequeathing your car to me. God knows I couldn't drive that thing (properly). Still it was fun visiting this restaurant in the forest with you – after we both survived me driving down this narrow road intended for two cars but actually only wide enough for one.

I still miss you grandpa.
But it was your decision, not my fault, that you left.
Your decision that we will discuss, once I get a chance.

Did you forget you still owe me this stupid promotional trip we wanted to take, even though it was not your fault it was cancelled?

Here's the deal: Give me a promotional trip of heaven once I get there, and I'll let grandma sway me to forgive you (She always was the better diplomat anyway).
Grandpa Was a Master Butcher
This has been waiting to be published since February but the time never seemed quite right. I just learned that world suicide prevention day was three days ago, so right now feels fitting. Half of this doesn't even feel like a real poem, but after deliberating this back and forth I decided it suits the topic.

If you ever considered suicide - don't. It really hurts to be left behind.

Related poems:
Poem for my other grandpa: Old Hands
Prose for my aunt: (Dis)ability
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In this world of black and white
my scanner detected:
You've got colours inside of you.

You are
the red of a thousand hearts,
the suns yellow energy transferred
into an ocean wave of flowers
and the warm mild orange
of early mornings and late evenings
spent with friends.
Colourful
Happy Birthday to miincdesign!
This is a little Birthday-Pong the wonderful poca2hontas and me put together. Here is the link to her picture that inspired me to write this:
Happy Birthday Marnie! 16th Aug by poca2hontas
(I wasn't able to submit this yesterday, as my brother married yesterday, and I didn't get home before today. That's why poca2hontas agreed that she would put it online the way she did :))
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Scarlettletters Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014  Professional Writer
I appreciate the fave on my work - thanks.
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Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
you are welcome :)
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madlynx Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2014   Photographer
Thanks and Roxy by madlynx  Beautiful DAy by KmyGraphic
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Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You are welcome :)
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ithaswhatitisnt Featured By Owner Edited Sep 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so, so much for the faves! :tighthug: :heart:
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Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You are welcome :huggle: :heart:
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sacredZinja Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey du, danke für den :+fav: für Seiltanz!
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Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Ich fand dieses Gedicht sehr stark. Es hat mich auch ein bisschen an Berg der Schuld erinnert - diese Unsicherheit, das keinen-Ausweg-Sehen und der gähnende Abgrund.
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sacredZinja Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Es hat ja tatsächlich auch etwas mit Schuldgefühlen zu tun, würde ich sagen.
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poca2hontas Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi hope this is ok for you ;) think she will be pleased Happy Birthday Marnie! 16th Aug by poca2hontas

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