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Chouze Sur Loire1

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Literature

Becoming the Night

  Light flies away - a wounded black bird   cast from the frail cathedral domes that shaped my life   soon to crash on the deep abyss that waits every fall.   Night wears his skin so well, so perfectly dark will be my cloak   vast and ethereal made of obsidian feathers   moon ink, I will be, to write again                             and again without any wall.   *K   MARCH   *Y   © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

Fav'd lit poems

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Fav'd freebies

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Meditative

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Arrangement in Green and Blue

Fav'd 3D art

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Missy #30

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The Raven

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Literature

Freedom's requirements

Freedom requires violence and war.

Deviant Thoughts

335 deviations
Sexuality Neutral

Deviant Words

190 deviations
'The Warrior Angel'

Deviant Heaven

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Literature

Cats couldn't fight rats

Cats couldn't fight rats and became pets.

Deviant Hell

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Deviant's Rock

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Literature

Volcanic Night

Liquid color forms a glaze upon the sand Hot dragon’s breath torching the land Trees writhe and hiss in a blazing flare As deadly smoke bellows into the air All life flees before the kiss of acid rain A blessed curse as it suffocates the flame Nature displays power beyond compare Random viciousness that does not care To respect it or not matters not at all Under its deluge we are infinitely small

Must readz

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What?

Deviant Animals

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Four Seasons

Deviant Community

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Lego Pink Panther PiNKiTUDE

Deviant Community 2

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Pink

Deviant Community 3

3 deviations

teen angst and romance

20 deviations
Beauty 23 LM OKT-DES14

deviant design

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North American P-51D Mustang ORANG 142nd FG

Deviant Rides

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light fog early in the morning

Excellence in 3D

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Trilia - Goddess Of The Orange Moon

Excellence in 2D

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Swirl 1

WTF IZ DAT?

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wide power world wide

psychotics at play

84 deviations
In Roman

Deviant selves

247 deviations

Deviantly Erotic

195 deviations
Straight pride

Dangerous Thinking

32 deviations
New Dev ID: Gaia Matt

unbalanced

11 deviations
Literature

T

Far off in Ceylon grows a plant known as 'tea.' For reasons of harvest, a bush, not a tree. The plants grow and flourish, the planter receives His due playing Autumn (he takes off the leaves). The latter are processed (sun-shriveled, I mean) And if hardly dried out, the tea will be green. If they’re very dry, and their little sides crack They'll be called orange pekoe, but really look black. If they should be neither, why that's nothing wrong-- Tea leaves greenish-blackish are labeled 'oolong.' Small leaves from high mountains are christened, revealing Their great, lofty lineage:  They call them 'Darjeeling.' They sort them, and chop

Excellence in Lit.

195 deviations
Vg Castlevania4

itz what we do

123 deviations
Literature

Dispersed Memories

Dispersed clouds pass running through the Wind's fingers pale and irretrievable                as the face of my love sunken in their alabaster shrouds tearless wrecks etched in an upside down sea that never leaves me floating across the torment(ed) sky                     that I call memory... *K MARCH *Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

Damzelz Diztrezzd

35 deviations
Loves Heat

Devious Collection

40 deviations
Literature

Untitled

I lay awake, Lying next to you, waiting until your breaths become shallow, until your breaths become weakened by sleep, Waiting until you get lost in slumber. Then I cry, pour my heart out onto my pillow case, unleash the torrent of tears, my emotional pains. I cry until my body aches with sorrow, my eyes burn and my cheeks tingle, my heart throbs. I'm lost in silent sobs, near motionless but far from emotionless. Steady, unwavering, flawless; Each sob matching your quiet breaths. I cry. Not because you slumber while I lay restlessly awake. I cry. Not because I hurt so much  but you are none the wiser.

no-mance

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Deviant 17

kindness among us

111 deviations
Sunrise upon a nuclear winter

the DARKNESS

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Lake and Mount Chocorua

Excellence period

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Steampunk City

Steam Punk

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Winter Sunrise

Stranger than Fiction

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Flame War

strange

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Death in a Hoodie 2

deviatz fambly

111 deviations
Through a portal

Mmmm Furrreeee

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Literature

Inside The Folds

Fingertips inside the folds Like a flower, burst of color. Pink flesh bleeding Mind racing Body pacing Yet still as can be. Lost inside the sheets Musty with man Sweetness of bitch Scent. Sweat rolls down back Leaving innards in tact Attacking the heart Lost in tug of war Body craving touches While mind screaming. Constant turning Stomach churning I cannot let go Be free. Heaving of breast Is this a test? Smile within a smile Fold within a fold Rain droplets forming Across smooth surface. Eyes shut tight Vision of lights You are but a blur That I crave more to feel.

Icky Girl Stuff

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Literature

Island

  The land in me            is like the sea...        Oscillates,  without seasons   with a scent of orchard leaves   in the folds of my sleeves.        Vacillates,  without reasons   with the salty breeze that waits   for the full moon sails.   *K   MARCH   *Y   © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

something for me

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Literature

Dreams

  Dreams late at night keep my mind racing, running wild and trapped. When I sleep I feel brittle bones snapping As my mind races into pitch black oblivion. No light at the end of the tunnel, Just dreams crashing and burning like ocean waves against rocky hillsides. Loosing myself I lose you in the process As I break silently in the wind Of forgotten memories that come to me in sleep. I was never a Cinderella But I hoped for fairytales that ended in blood-bath instead. I hear my breathing shallow and deep My eyes twitch, moans escape brittle cracked lips As silent screams form in my throat from tortured souls that live deep within

ll good stuff

87 deviations
Literature

I hope

I hope to become voices within voices that talk to your heart. A bit of words a beat of warmth a beat that's all.

poetry I loved

82 deviations
Got any for me?

taasteee

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Deviant ID

darkly wonderful

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OMFG - HATEZ 'EM

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Fast

physical Art

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Abandoned 3

WaterMarked

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