Abyss 

317 creative works found

• Her Life is Gone
  by HollyPop

  I watch helplessly as she stumbles and falls into the dark abyss. / She screams in pain and anguish. / I wish I could make her wings, / So t…

  Too many people are dying from cancer, and I think its so sad becasue we really can do something about it. So make a donation and support cancer charities.

• A Poor Oak Amissed In The Dark Corners of An Abyss
  by johnr0x17

  I am built on a bridge, I stand before time’s cold hand, it is autumn, see with thine wood a couple farer than once my branches stood, th…

  I am built on a bridge, I stand before time’s cold hand, it is autumn, see with thine wood a couple farer than once my branches stood, thy truth nay recompensed, thy liberty stolen by humanities diverse, to suite their needs simplified by my oak, my stronghold mortified by demons pale as white, the night chill glanced once an appariton to this humans comic rendition, O Hamlet’s kindred watched them play as the night became cooler with night’s dismay; the great writer scribed these words out of parchment whence a mighty tree stood. For thy repentence is at afoot, soon hobgoblins shall make of these maruaders what they wilst. the trees conceal the evil of the hobgoblins tragic appeal. the stems rotten, temperate as ice, the core, heart lost in the woods, to where a mighty giant, goliath took refuge beneath the solemn earth. So now, here I endure hell’s fury in the passing winds, snow wroughts the emptiness wiithin me, for thy heart is a winter’s cold, brittle and dark. So shall the mistress of my past haunt me within the mere reflection of boy who gleamed at a tree than a fare damsel distressed saw the boy enjoying his ever time that remained bereft to his senses, as she professed ” Thou art kind, young sir, thou art the Son of the earth, bring to me thy beauty an dthine shall be rewarded for thy justly word” And so the boy brought to that maiden so luster in the moonlight, his treasures ever treasured by his omniscient eye. ” Tis a glory, Tis a day, thy beauty leaves thy field flourishing, flourishing, flourishing, meet me once fare angel in my dreams I shall call your name, come to me in the farest of fare claim, broaden my house, feed thy children ache for satisfaction, cloth thy husband’s mighty mane, leave not a pauper with nothing to thy name. And to this day you can still here her heart beating against the vicious rain. Striving to exost , never able though, purged on the edge of oblivion, paralyzed to an altered dimensional plane, a land of sea only hears her name, I see her passing by among the sea fish whirling, whirling to curiosity of what thy life would consider a precious gift on the surface, she is green, she is girdled with fine emerald, thy beauty still beguils me for another fine day between growth and decay. / Alas, she sears thy whole, so I must astay within this morbid corpse of wooden dismay. the shifless times never define my calling for her name, fo rthy brow sits here lame as it decays, the sidelong journey is impossible due to thy feet restrained by weeds and malign roots, soon shall my chivalrous heart beat nomore, thy skin is shriveled to nothingness, thy shrewd woman cast aside her belonging an eternal ago, tis no rain that ever bitter flowed, if this be droplets it be mine own blood descending form thy heavens ashamed, allow my retreat to thy ground of willows feet. I change my form when thy sepuch place is layed on my breast, thy grotesque flesh wither away so that thy thy truth shall shed from thy chest.

• Do Unto Others.
  by Micah Brown

  Seeing you there makes me feel like holding you in my arms And crushing you

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  by Shantal

  So insidiously does this unforgiving, intangible, and boundless maelstrom of emotions and memories of love lost course it way through one…

• Journey into the Abyss
  by Harlequin

  She lingered at the edge of sleep knowing that the journey was before her. As dream became her reality she ventured forth to the shore o…

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  The Abyss Special Edition
  by rockgoods

  The Abyss Special Edition Packaging for 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment

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  Images of Nature
  by Nickolay Stanev

  Calendar composed of wildlife and nature images from around the world. Cover: Darwin Sunset / January: Grand Canyon / February: Curio Bay / March: Spring / April: Lion Cub / May: Savannah / June: Whistling Kite in Flight / July: Zebras at Sunset / August: Lake View / September: Darwin Shore Sunset / October: Canterbury Scene / November: Yellow-eyed Penguin / December: Squirrel on the Edge

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  The abyss Abismo
  by Manuel L. Acosta

  Pintura simbolista realizada por M. L. Acosta http://mlacosta.net

• Midnight Scares
  by TizzayYum

  Memories of soft spoken words and sweet loving lies, blind faith and impulsed thoughts and ideas thrown into my own growing abyss that co…

  Something i wrote from my heart.

• Woebegone
  by AlteredMind

  The ground before me crumbled, / As I walked down the gravel road, / And the darkness, / It enveloped me, / And there was nothing to behold.

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  Abyss
  by Rafa Fernandez Torres

  Black and white seascape at Menorca Island, Spain

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  Abyss
  by Neale Stratford

• The Pit
  by Doridian

  The black maw opens wide / It calls for me / Coercing with sweet promises Bright futures Happiness But I see the pit of darkness / ...

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  the edge
  by Vi Le

  on flickr There’s a time when you’ll reach the end of what you know, but you just have to keep going.

• My Mother Cries
  by YakusokuNono

  There is no way, for better, to ease her pain. / No sweet memories to fill in or gain / Through experience and tests from past’s embrace.

  I came home late from work and went to greet my mother. She can’t hide anything from me because she has a face for everything.; a face for happiness, sadness, depression and even desperation. And so, I asked her what was the matter and she started crying. You can figure out the rest if you read on.

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  abyssal zone
  by Sankofa

  I see a fish who can escape of the fishhook… our world’s oceans are overfishing; What can we do about it? / We have to safe our oceans and so our nourishment for the future… Ich erkenne einen Fisch welcher am Angelhaken vorbei schwimmen kann.. / Unsere Weltmeere sind bereits überfischt. Was können wir dagegen tun? Wir sollten unsere Meere und somit unsere Nahrung für die Zukunft schützen.. ALL my abstract works of art are mostley done intuitively; I am affected and inspired by music; no painting is done without music; music is inalienable. see my profile.. inspired/results with / done with Apophysis Beta208

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  Abyss
  by Nicolas Evariste

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  ABYSS
  by Tom-Sky

  Amazing view of The Pacific Ocean from the edge of California Coast

• The Abyss
  by uriel1972

  Falling, ever falling. / Torn by the razor winds of the Abyss. / Falling, ever falling, Screaming and broken, / Alone and forsaken / I sha…

  I ain’t dead yet. / It’s been a while I know. / This is about getting better during depression.

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  Shoreline Village at Night
  by Tom-Sky

  Night Scene at the Shoreline Village – view at the Port of Long Beach

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  THE ABYSS - Mind Monster
  by Sonya Smith

  Medium: Acrylic on Canvas / Size: 610mm x 610mm Climbing out of the black hole with the monkey on your back. At a crossroad. Do you get pulled back down into the blackness, do you loose yourself, wrapped in the fronds of insanity. Alone in a world of your own. Or do you follow the path filled with pitfalls and demons, hope and despair. On the long dark road to the light of the world. Original for Sale

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  The Abyss
  by Kellylore'n Metzger

  Inspired by a state of submersion in a moment of empty mind.

• Votum
  by PeractoVita

  High one, / Red death, / Shining to destroy, / My very last breath.

  Part 2 in the trilogy of poems that inspired the drawing Diabolus Est Mei Amor. I originally wrote this poem in English and Latin, to grab the effect of what language this devil would speak, but I only keep the Latin version for my own amusement. Votum is written also from the woman’s point of view. Though, in this poem she is admiring him, worshiping him, and ultimately falling in love with him. She is begging, needing, and hoping that he has at least some small ability to love. The anti-heroine, at this point is mad with lust and want. She can think of nothing but him.

• Inamorata
  by PeractoVita

  Ravenous gluttony, / Quenching seclusion, / White lily, / Light illusion.

  Part 3 of the trilogy of poems inspiring Diabolus Est Mei Amor. Inamorata is from Diabolus’ point of view. This poem speaks of passion, thirst, and forbidden fruit. He admires her for being human, for being flawed. Her very scent drives him to insanity. He exclaims his desire, and tells us that he’s fallen for her, abandoning himself. It is admitted that yes he can love. This one individual has the power to bring him to his knees. As she is his slave, he is hers.