Join for FREE | Take the Tour Lost Password?
Shop deviantART for the
holidays and save BIG!
Click here! :holly:
[x]

deviantART

:omfg:
 
:iconhumandichotomy:

~HumanDichotomy

...you can't solve me...
Sign up to follow this artist's work
ProfileGalleryPrintsFavesJournal
About Me Member General Writer HumanDichotomy18/Female/Australia Recent Activity Deviant for 5 Months
Needs Premium Membership Statistics 37 Deviations
92 Comments
796 Pageviews

Newest

Do you truly see?He knew they were staring. Could feel their eyes burning the back of his neck. Searing shame flooded his cheeks. If only they could know…if only they could see. Then they wouldn't be so quick to judge. He lunged at them, muttering, stuttering, waving his arms at them like a crazed conductor directing an orchestra that was not there. Would never be there. Kicking up the dust, he stumbled in an aimless dance, sending the scent of newly clipped grass, body odour and cigarettes wafting into the summer evening. A madman. The kids stared, giggled, shrill voices shredding the heavy air, pointing and laughing, before they scuttled away to their Do you truly see?
by ~HumanDichotomy
The Forgotten...Black and white, a checkerboard of faces, in varying states of grubbiness. The kids, squirming, giggling, an excited mass of energy. Whispers burrowed themselves into her mind, she knew they stared. Shuffling the papers before her, eyes boring into the desk. Called the role quiet, confident. Gradually, she became aware of the hush that spread through the room. The kids gaped. She was so different!  
 
Her hair was as red as the evening sun, as the tongues of flames which lapped at the darkness of the night and sent leering shadows flickering across their faces. Skin pale as sun-blanched wood, beneath it, intersections of veins trace The Forgotten...
by ~HumanDichotomy
She gazed at the clock...She gazed at the clock, its hands seizing each second and tossing it away. Its ticking seemed to boom throughout the dusty room, each echo met with only emptiness. The pictures leered down at her, her tears distorting the images of his face. The gas heater spluttered in a wheezing rhythm, barely stirring the thick, heavy air. She shifted, sinking further into the armchair's yielding embrace, with its spiderweb of cracks and splotches, inhaling its musty scent of mothballs and tobacco. His tobacco. A whirlwind of memories gusted through her tired mind, dislodging each moment, each second, from the depths of her consciousness. A slow smile crad She gazed at the clock...
by ~HumanDichotomy
Eye to eye...Will we ever see  eye to eye?  It seems as though  we snatch a glance,  
suspended in a moment, irises glass-clear  then...skittering away again, our eyes  cloud over, confusion at   
a metamorphosis  we don't quite understand  and questions which  we'll never truly ask,  half-formed within our minds  they stumble, snagging rough edges,  tearing us apart. Eye to eye...
by ~HumanDichotomy
Browse Gallery

Favourites

The ConductorUnleash my heart oh fair Traitor of the State.  
                 Again you look at me with those reckless blue eyes and beckon me forward. So compelling. I long to move closer but my feet are tied to the ground. Chains? Invisible I suppose. To reach you would be the ultimate prize. A small smile flickers across your face setting my heart on fire. I breathe in the warm comforting air of success as you take a step towards me. I will taste you again. I return the warm smile and feel a rush when the sweet fragrance of your perfume burns the roof of my mouth. To The Conductor
by ~A-Moose-Ate-My-Socks
5 Short Minutes...Tick tick tick.  12:30 pm  She curled on her sofa, waiting, waiting…  Waiting for him to come back to her. Because deep down she knew he would.   
 
12:31 pm  He waited outside her apartment, contemplating what to do. He wanted so badly just to walk in there, take her in his arms and kiss her.  
So what was stopping him?   
 
12:32 pm  Memories of him flashed through her head. Walking on the beach in summer, holding hands in the cinema, kissing in the rain.  
But his face had disappeared among thousands of others as he left her sobbing on a park bench.   
 
1 5 Short Minutes...
by ~Dreaming-is-Freedom
Friend of MineIt can be addictive,  You know,  getting lost in the lives  
and legs of strangers.  
You deceive us on a daily basis,  
Stranger of mine  and let us all see  
a construction.  Architecture of Grand scales  flood us in cooling shades  of the softest greys.   
To me,  You are like a gasp of fresh air.  You are beautiful.   
To some you are more than  
just a Puzzle.  You are an addiction.  
A game.  An unattainable fantasy.  
 
Fantasy. Fables. Fallacy.   
I love you. Friend of Mine
by ~A-Moose-Ate-My-Socks
You Can't FixYour hands press against mine like thorns of a rose (they used to fit perfectly into mine like two corresponding pieces to a puzzle) and your words pierce right through me like a shard of glass, stiffening up my lungs and stealing the breath right out of me.  
 
------   
Your tears fall like the first snow of winter, making me freeze in place; unable to do anything but sit by idly and watch you break into a million pieces (the beauty of winter's first snow) happen right before my guilt-ridden eyes.  
 
------   
Sometimes I'll stare into your eyes and watch them fill up with hurt, just so I will have s You Can't Fix
by ~ksmsoccer89
Browse Favourites

Tree climbing...

Sat Oct 17, 2009, 6:33 PM
I climbed a tree yesterday. Which I'm sure you all wanted to know...because you're *so* interested in the mundane aspects of my life...NOT. :P

But...in all seriousness, it really gave me a different perspective. I mean, now that I'm officially an 'adult' and engaged in study, thinking about uni, getting all angsty about my future and such, it's so easy to forget to just take a step back and embrace the 'inner child' as it were. It may sound corny, but being up there in the mango tree in our backyard reminded me of the importance of just taking joy in being alive. I felt the rush of excited fear that my 10-year old self experienced in nearly slipping and catching myself just in time. I felt the exhilaration of being up high in the cool greenness. The sense that it was a different world, and the rush of fierce joy in knowing that I was up there through the power of my own body. I was even glad to have scratches on my arms and legs...it's so long since I've forgotten to be careful...let myself take a physical risk.

It was liberating.

No Comments | Previous Journal Entries
  • Listening to: ..

deviantID

Hey hey. I'm opinionated, argumentative and like to think that I'll change the world someday. For some reason, I get laughed at for being idealistic. Dunno why. :P

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Earth
  • Interests: Living, breathing, reading, writing...the usual
  • Favourite movie: Dead Poet's Society, Thirteen Days, Gattaca, Juno, Garden State, About A Boy, The Black Balloon
  • Favourite band or musician: Rob Thomas, Matchbox Twenty, Something For Kate, Coldplay
  • Favourite genre of music: Ditto
  • Favourite poet or writer: Nick Hornby, Ted Hughes, Roald Dahl, Tim Winton, Bryce Courtenay, Melina Marchetta, Christy Brown
  • MP3 player of choice: iriver
  • Tools of the Trade: Life, love, laughter, people around me, humanity in general, emotions, my crazy-fucked up mind...

deviantART Community Board

[x]

Friends

:iconsolaces: :icona-moose-ate-my-socks: :iconnomad1618: :iconryrrori: :icondreaming-is-freedom: :iconrsachad: :iconwarchild15: :iconpainsbeauty: :iconxgnyc: :iconzienna: :iconnathaliew: :iconksmsoccer89: :iconsnake6630: :iconscarlettletters: :iconshtifik: :iconepicspark: :iconspandex: :iconi-love-snape-3: :iconthe-fourteenth-world:

Comments


:iconksmsoccer89:
~ksmsoccer89 Nov 5, 2009, 2:20:37 PM
thanks much for the fave dear. youre awesome :)

--
I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.

Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
:iconhumandichotomy:
~HumanDichotomy Nov 5, 2009, 4:33:04 PM
Anytime. I love your style...it's so original and it's also great that you're not afraid to explore 'teenagerness'.

--
Out of all the hours thinking, somehow, I've lost my mind...
:iconscarlettletters:
=Scarlettletters Oct 20, 2009, 2:50:38 PM
A big thank-you for viewing and faving my work!

--
"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
:iconnomad1618:
~Nomad1618 Oct 15, 2009, 7:36:42 PM
[link]

--
Kisses & Cake :heart:

- Team Jacob -
'I love you jacob black!'
:iconrsachad:
*rsachad Aug 22, 2009, 7:51:18 PM
Thank you for the fav and watch!:)
:iconhumandichotomy:
~HumanDichotomy Aug 22, 2009, 7:55:29 PM
My pleasure. :)

--
Out of all the hours thinking, somehow, I've lost my mind...
:iconscarlettletters:
=Scarlettletters Aug 20, 2009, 2:05:00 PM
Thanks very much for taking the time to view and fave my work. I appreciate the support!

--
"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
:iconscarlettletters:
=Scarlettletters Aug 20, 2009, 1:48:37 PM
Thanks very much for taking the time to view and fave my work. I appreciate the support!

--
"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
:iconhumandichotomy:
~HumanDichotomy Aug 20, 2009, 4:06:32 PM
My pleasure.

--
Out of all the hours thinking, somehow, I've lost my mind...
:iconemerald-depths:
=Emerald-Depths Aug 17, 2009, 2:49:10 PM
Thank you so much for faving Pastel Gaze. :)

I'm glad you liked it. ^^

--
A Guide for New Deviants

A Few Helpful Tips on Getting Exposure

#iManipulate - a group for aspiring or professional manipulators alike
Previous Page1234Next Page

Site Map