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Step Onto The Battle Field.
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Hello, My Younger Self

Hello, My Younger Self: Written by Jamie Gandy: November 28, 2022 I step from the shadows creeping from the forest behind you as the giant golden sun begins to dip into the horizon. I lean against a tree and cross one ankle over the other and fold my arms over my chest. I watch you stare out at the lake stretched out in front of you and your young blonde speckled canine. For a moment I look down at my own canine partner, who looks identical to yours, only much older. “I feel you watching me, why not just come on out and stop being such a creeper lingering over there in the shadows,” you call out to me. I smile at your audacious challenge. Smirking I push off the trunk of the tree and slowly stalk up behind you. My foot falls as quiet as a mouse, as light as a feather. I tug my cloak over my face just a little as I approach you. “Foolish of you to invite over your lurker,” I remark smoothly. My dog halts at my side as yours turns to face us. “Maybe, but it is more intimidating

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1859 deviations
Literature

Hello, My Younger Self

Hello, My Younger Self: Written by Jamie Gandy: November 28, 2022 I step from the shadows creeping from the forest behind you as the giant golden sun begins to dip into the horizon. I lean against a tree and cross one ankle over the other and fold my arms over my chest. I watch you stare out at the lake stretched out in front of you and your young blonde speckled canine. For a moment I look down at my own canine partner, who looks identical to yours, only much older. “I feel you watching me, why not just come on out and stop being such a creeper lingering over there in the shadows,” you call out to me. I smile at your audacious challenge. Smirking I push off the trunk of the tree and slowly stalk up behind you. My foot falls as quiet as a mouse, as light as a feather. I tug my cloak over my face just a little as I approach you. “Foolish of you to invite over your lurker,” I remark smoothly. My dog halts at my side as yours turns to face us. “Maybe, but it is more intimidating

Featured

1834 deviations
My companion

My pets

632 deviations
Literature

Illuminate

I dream in orange and red, in an old fashion manner. Sparks radiate along the outline- of every fragment of my fantasy. Infernos intimidate the atmosphere, by measures of heated coals. Fire ignites the sky, both day and night. Flames ripple along blades of grass, in a flawless sea of beauty. Blazes of untamed, raw, power roar through the landscape. Old oak trees are scorched by undying embers, left alone by my untold desires. This conflagration thrives in my dreams. Wildfires capture my soul in a small waxed candle that flickers a diminutive, yet- Illuminate light.

Nature

149 deviations
J. Craig Gandy

Earthly wonders

91 deviations
Forever is in reach

Pro-life series

11 deviations
My Knight

People

182 deviations
Free spirit

Animals and Critters

166 deviations
Literature

Trickling- Commission

'The wind blows through stainless white clouds, and flawless green blades of grass. As rain pours down- crimson blood on this battlefield -their graveyard.- The roar of fearless lions, await my approach, for the mere taste of victory. I stake my claim, defeat my foes, and set the merciless lions loose. Women are my pawns, created to obey my every command. Their figures the universe formed for my very pleasure, to do with as I please. Their voice is to be silenced, their freedom is to be ruled. Two stones on a bank of memories, drowning in the back of my existence. Cascading along a hidden chamber, of my emotionless heart. A weakness

Dedicated art

98 deviations
Literature

Hello, My Younger Self

Hello, My Younger Self: Written by Jamie Gandy: November 28, 2022 I step from the shadows creeping from the forest behind you as the giant golden sun begins to dip into the horizon. I lean against a tree and cross one ankle over the other and fold my arms over my chest. I watch you stare out at the lake stretched out in front of you and your young blonde speckled canine. For a moment I look down at my own canine partner, who looks identical to yours, only much older. “I feel you watching me, why not just come on out and stop being such a creeper lingering over there in the shadows,” you call out to me. I smile at your audacious challenge. Smirking I push off the trunk of the tree and slowly stalk up behind you. My foot falls as quiet as a mouse, as light as a feather. I tug my cloak over my face just a little as I approach you. “Foolish of you to invite over your lurker,” I remark smoothly. My dog halts at my side as yours turns to face us. “Maybe, but it is more intimidating

My Literature

676 deviations
Literature

Bowman

I lean back on the couch and take a gulp from the cold bottle of beer I cling to in my hand. There is some movie playing on the television that I am supposed to be watching with my wife, Chelsea. I have tried to pay attention to the program several times now, but as soon as I think I am about to finally focus my mind jerks back to the battle... a war I left back in Iraq five weeks ago. “Bowman, did you hear me?” I jerk my head to the side to look at the beautiful blonde hair, blue eyed woman leaning against me. I flash her an innocent smile. “Sorry baby, my head is in the clouds…. What did you say?” “I as

My Heros

20 deviations
Literature

Illuminate

I dream in orange and red, in an old fashion manner. Sparks radiate along the outline- of every fragment of my fantasy. Infernos intimidate the atmosphere, by measures of heated coals. Fire ignites the sky, both day and night. Flames ripple along blades of grass, in a flawless sea of beauty. Blazes of untamed, raw, power roar through the landscape. Old oak trees are scorched by undying embers, left alone by my untold desires. This conflagration thrives in my dreams. Wildfires capture my soul in a small waxed candle that flickers a diminutive, yet- Illuminate light.

Writing prompts

106 deviations
Literature

The Great Kings of Our Past

“There was a time when the grandeur of stars in the sky did not exist. Back when the Great Kings of our past graced this earth with their presence.” The crowned creature lifts his large muzzle to look up into the star-shaped figures that beheld the astonishing glory above. “They lived and breathed, just as you and I do now.” “Ho…how did they become a part of the sky?” a tiny spotted Cheetah cub speaks up from her nook hidden beneath the mighty Lion. The Lion’s gaze briefly lowers to the three orphaned cubs at his paws, to look tenderly into their innocent eyes. “They became the stars by

Collab poems

64 deviations
Literature

Signed, yourself

Dear Jamie: I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years. Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.) Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defying line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust. Don't worry dear, your tears are safe with me. Just let you

Letters-Painful poetry

128 deviations
Literature

I am

I am… Four words to a page, Snowflakes on car windows. Daggers welded by the draw of a tongue, Fire flickering on sun tanned skin. I am… Blades of grass blowing in the wind, Tidal waves swallowing islands in my wake. An ember dying for the very first-last time, Stainless cotton candy clouds- -floating in the dreams of the innocent. I am… Gunfire, birthing a war, Heated words molding lovers into haters. Truths crafted into lies, Life crammed into death. I am… Secret kisses, tamed embraces, Hidden lovers with hurricane force winds –love-. Two souls entwined by fate, never to part. Lovers mark, lovers grip, I am

Poetry: Spiritual-Love

304 deviations
Literature

Hello, My Younger Self

Hello, My Younger Self: Written by Jamie Gandy: November 28, 2022 I step from the shadows creeping from the forest behind you as the giant golden sun begins to dip into the horizon. I lean against a tree and cross one ankle over the other and fold my arms over my chest. I watch you stare out at the lake stretched out in front of you and your young blonde speckled canine. For a moment I look down at my own canine partner, who looks identical to yours, only much older. “I feel you watching me, why not just come on out and stop being such a creeper lingering over there in the shadows,” you call out to me. I smile at your audacious challenge. Smirking I push off the trunk of the tree and slowly stalk up behind you. My foot falls as quiet as a mouse, as light as a feather. I tug my cloak over my face just a little as I approach you. “Foolish of you to invite over your lurker,” I remark smoothly. My dog halts at my side as yours turns to face us. “Maybe, but it is more intimidating

Proses

88 deviations
Literature

Unlucky fools

Seven dreams, of seven unlucky fools. Broken dreams become my desired nightmares. I laugh when you grieve, and curse when you dance with joy. I am the creator of forgotten dreams, the destroyer of everything you once loved. I am an unlucky fool's deadliest fear, and his uttered terrified words in his final hours. I breathe the lovely fragrance of death and despair, and marvel upon its aftermath. All but few curse my name, all but few fear my name, all but few hate my name. Few celebrate my name, few preform my evil deeds, few respect my name. These few I claim their name. Seven dreams, of seven unlucky fools...

Another classes of poetry

205 deviations
Literature

God's face

Did she know she'd bring a smile to His face? When she reached out her tiny arms and cried 'Daddy' Could she hear the loud laughter in His thunderous voice? When she claimed to her friends that her 'Daddy' owned the world. Could she feel His strong arms around her sick little body? When she rose from that hospital bed each morning. Did she see the way His Holy face glowed? When against the doctor's claims, she lived another day.

PWI 2011

153 deviations
Literature

Star swollen -c-

The window, tinted with lost dreams, fogs around my hand, palm print smears blurring the constellations into distant twinkle-lights. Forget that the sky has bad days, too-- I take the stars for granted when it comes to wishing for you. Back, when dark days would come- you were like the stars above, desperate for my attention. Silently you’d shine your light for me, Even when I would refuse to see. You’d shoot across the darkness, stroking your splendorous beauty through the sky. Still, I ignored your pleas, your devotion went unnoticed. Until now, now when wishing on a star is all I have left. Trace a comet's tail across Hercule

PWI 2012

178 deviations
Literature

Toy guns

'This gunfire is my anthem to these melodies. ' I just thought that I could go off to this war, Be a brave Soldier boy protecting my Country. Didn't think these roadside bombs would keep on blowing, (keep, keep on blowing.) Blood flows in the streets, staining my combat boots. I wish a bit of spit could wipe away these stains. Fingers on the trigger, trained to fight this war, A war created to kill each and every man, every woman. Bang, bang, another one falls to the ground. I'm left screaming in the dust. They thought I'd return the same man, Innocent boy with a toy gun in hand. They all freaked out when the gun turned real,

Lyrics-Songs

12 deviations
Literature

Dance in the silence

Let me dance in the silence of the water, to breathe in the strength of the deep. I twirl like a Ballerina locked within herself, with silken snow swaying within the rip tide. I stare into the blackness of its depths, lost inside a world all my own. I see a light in the darkness swirling, a voice whispering for me to dance. I dance in the silence of the water, to breathe in the strength of the deep.

PWI 2013

371 deviations
Literature

Heart of Christmas

There is this island we get lost in, cast in colors we can barely see. By the wings of doves we wish to fly, to briefly taste the flavor of freedom. Snowflakes on Christmas eve, falling on this crystal sea. To believe in such a thing as hope, and the warmth of a Christmas with family. Even without these blissful illusions, I still believe, in the heart of Christmas.

PWI 2014

14 deviations
Literature

There was a time

'There was a time, when fireflies knew what my heart would say and when my feet would dance. There was a time, when the night was my golden shield, and the stars shown along my endless path. There was a time, when singing crickets resounded their timeless melodies across the atmosphere. There was a time, when you were here a mere breath separated us, and when your arms could shelter me. There was a time, when my heart was full, and my soul could wish for nothing more than your love. Now... now the time is gone the fireflies sleep and the stars don't shine, the crickets don't sing, and I'm cold without your embrace.... But... there was a

PWI 2015

15 deviations
Literature

My King

My King “He is a fool!” I scoff to my maidservant as she finishes the final touches on my hair. “How can you be so sure of this, Your Highness? You do not even know the man,” she gently corrects me. I look up from my spot on the chair at the younger girl, her hair, though the same length as my own, is a dark brown, while mine is a fiery red. A color fitting for my wild spirit, according to my father, the King. “Because he came, conquered our Kingdom like a savage and in surrendering my father decides to web me to his enemy… in good tidings to his enemies victory.” I shake my head in frustration, which quickly gets me a disapproving look from my maidservant. “Stop shaking your head, you are ruining all my hard work!” she scolds me. “Do you see the man, the King of Cresting, as a pillager or as a conqueror? I for one believe that he and his army defeated our soldiers fair and square. He earned this war by fighting alongside his men, not by hiding behind his Castle walls, such as your

Scraps

13 deviations