50% off for a limited time!

Get Core

Theme

Display Mature Content

Suppress AI Content

Get Help and Send Feedback

Fledgist on DeviantArthttps://www.deviantart.com/fledgist/art/Jeremy-s-birthday-present-39254740Fledgist

Deviation Actions

Make the first offer!

Serenity at Foz do Arelho

MisconceptionAIArt

Best Offer

or $15

Buy Exclusive

Suggested Deviants

ikazon

Literature

A New Cat

Our neighborhood stray is dead. I know this because there is a black cat here I've never seen. This cat is not the black splotch covered canvas stray that clawed up and down my arm last winter when I mistakenly tried to wrap it in a blanket for warmth. This cat does not have the matted fur that the stray did, does not deliberately stretch out in front of my car tires the way the stray did right before I had to leave for work, does not chase lizards in the grass like the stray. This is not the stray that aggressively meowed at me when he wanted affection, nor is it the stray that climbed our fence to try catching birds. I'm certain this new ca

Literature

Creating and Recreating a Self

It's a simple thing, like cats in so many boxes. Truth is, we can't cope with open spaces, vacant air, so we fill them with ourselves, dwelling only on the best or worst, little parcels filling rows and rows of quiet. We make our selves foreign, ship them off to remote places in a strange array of envelopes and guilt—some needing stamps, others needing stamping out— many get sent to Bermuda, on purpose, the rest just get lost along the way. Some others get returned to sender and stared at—like a leftover battery from a pack of 24, where it seemed certain they were taken in even amounts— kept, "to be safe, j

Literature

The Day You Drowned

- to Oswaldo, my first friend I could hear the ocean that morning, some thirty miles from the coast, in that way the waves always break down without anyone around to see the waves break down and it made no sense that I would wake to the sound of the waves breaking down that morning, but there I was, awake, ocean in my ears, and alone. I learned what happened much later, bike tire treading water at our park, a sign hung in the rain. You were alone, skirting, dancing with the shore the way you always would, the way you always did until then, when the ocean danced with you and led you onward, your favorite music with your favorite part

Jade-Pandora

Literature

Tunnel at the end of light

Seeking a parallel in quietus from the smoking fields of nebulae where I could see all there is, while reality floats, its distance doubling with the passing of each second. To discover there are no grasslands, that there never was a serenity and how lonely I am for that. Only the tundra of planets with equators untouched by their inner engines in an existence unchanged through the fish-eye lens of light years with tilted skull caps lined up like dominoes.

Literature

A glass bottom moon

Lying across the expanse of rolling sea grass turned to moonlight that slips past the sun king while happiness from yesterday's warmth seeps into my spine making me believe for a while that all of me is whole again as I once was. To feel the sand churn between fingers and toes each time the tide comes in, lying across the expanse of rolling sea grass turned to moonlight.

Literature

Kitchen Blues

Sunday was chicken and collard greens with rice. Yesterday was fried ham and chit'lins served twice. But today, yes sweet Lord, it's now in your hands, Ain't nothin' shakin' now but the baby grand. I'm tipsy when bread dough rises, like my love. Oh dear God, I can't help myself, like my love. On the stove, butter melts on hot slabs of bread. I'm tipsy when the yeast goes straight to my head. Can't hear you, you know what I'm talkin' about. Soon's the weather breaks tonight she's goin' out. She'll be dressed for sin, and won't be stayin' in. She's smellin' BBQ from the chicken shack Near the house of ill repute across the track. But thi

intricately-ordinary

Literature

dreamergirl

The Last Time I saw you, you were down in the dirt, [literally] on hands and knees, looking for the bit of magic your father had promised was toiling just underneath the surface. You feel it, you whispered in a cotton hush like the vibrancy of your voice would intimidate the dreams you scraped at beneath the faultlines. Daddy never told a lie [excluding the usual good things come to those who wait, and 'tis better to have loved and lost, and every end is a new beginning]. You feel it, you whispered, trembling at the hands the same way you did for the Pills that couldn't quite fix the Problem. . I never really understood all the ways you

Literature

defeathered

and this is where we bury our hearts, between self-defeating personality disorders and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings we promise ourselves aren’t true; embedding our memories in forsaken homes like it is a conscious decision to shed our wings (reptiles don’t fly) and maybe I am the monster of every myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and looking to regain a piece of myself the world borrowed, many moons ago as I falter and stumble over my own unaware feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal-- all I ever wanted to do was belong. dreams are flaws much like the hearts we flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to have len

Literature

he's just not that into you

long-legged and twitching like the spiders you watch run down the drain, he doesn’t call you pretty. you remember his hands tracing the ink of your veins, but he doesn’t call you pretty. he doesn’t hold the door, and you think you’re a liar but the truth is quivering naked in your voice (we will name our children after extinct kingdoms; dead beautiful things. i will polish the dull spot in your eye that you developed after a terminal case of unnoticed living. i will never be a cure but damn it if i won’t be a diagnosis) the static of his vocal chords brings you back, martyr without a cause, he doesn&rs

Suggested Collections

Poetry

Literature

A Letter For A Deceased Mother

Dear Mother, A glance at my calendar, much to my distress, right now these feelings, I must confess. It's Mother's Day once again and my heart is filled with sorrow, that may never mend. I'm trying to make it through today without tears this year, just like all the rest of the years. I sit here to dwell and morn with what once was had, has now been forever torn. This day never ceases to remind me how I'm without and fills me with an overflowing doubt. Makes me regret how little the days with you were spent and I ponder where all those precious memories could have went. If only I knew back then what I know now and my life, the knowledge,

Literature

Family Tree

If we're tied together by blood then I'm anemic Coughing up the words I swallowed for years like I'm bulimic The bird still bears the stumps where you severed off its wings I bet you'd chop down a tree just to count all its rings If you keep breaking branches you don't think belong There will be nothing left for you to cling on Have fun falling to your death

Literature

epitaph

the girl i did not run over looks at me with eyes that say that i am part of the problem, when i could have been her solution, looks at me like she’s blaming me for swerving away, like she’s measured every one of her steps from her door to the curb, and i am the one thing she failed to account for. i almost double back to try and tell her all the same things that i have been told but i do not. her feet are too heavy, by now. her stomach too hollow. she does not need more empty words to swallow, she does not need stop signs or yield signs or ‘for the love of god think of everyone you are leaving behind’ signs. i do no

Poetry

Literature

fragrances

dotted eyesight, autumn flies right past. bokeh closing in, the leaves are in the grass. bit about the waist, sash shifted by an eyelash laced. hither only evermore in tired grace. crash entirely adorned, falling fast the digits twirl to horns and brass. forms compact and glaze. grant us stasis in this effervescent graciousness, this epicentric gradient, this everlasting glade.

Literature

hope county

i. (amazing grace, how sweet) you rode in on a seraphim, wrath with the white horse champing. o, bit more than could chew. i knew you were coming, was told by the very one that brought you here. to me, to me, to my own gate. ii. (the sound that saved a wretch) you will try but i cannot be blinded, cannot be quiet, cannot be taken. no bit tongue here, grace only grows. like bliss, ivying up from eden through the rotors, like the heel on the head of the snake. holy, holy, the angel falls, like me. iii. (i once was) lost and hunted, slow as sin blooms in the enraged, you will be brought low. the other horses we will break, like the sea

Literature

the weight of the world

i. an entire universe curtsies and entreats my wander, guides me to nebulae still forming. here in the bight my stars grow, eager to fill these waters with brilliance and overwhelming good. oh everyone should feel this, a galaxy begging my discovery. little cove, you've been dear but now i must help these shimmers align and reward everyone that i love. ii. didn't take long for the depth to swallow. dire jaws of the earth smack grotesquely and spare no innocence. all of the shine's off the appalachians, now only rot. all i wanted to do was exude a radiance, trust in orbits and plot a course in the heavens. i am left heaving and knowing tha

Poetry

Literature

A Robot Love Poem

01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100100 01100001 01110010 01101100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00101100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01110010 00100000 01110011 01110111 01100101 01100101 01110100 00100000 01101101 01100101 01110100 01100001 01101100 01101100 01101001 01100011 00100000 01101100 01100001 01100100 01111001 00100000 01110010 01101111 01100010 01101111 01110100

Literature

stormchaser

dear sarah, yesterday I tried to swallow the sun. it burned me up on the inside until even my skin was hot to the touch, and I thought of you. I hope you have found better ways than me to feel lighter. heaven knows there are days where I still trade my feet for concrete blocks and try to sprint to the finish line, but at least I have stopped straying towards the riverbanks. at least I get out of bed. most days, that’s enough. but if you tell me that most days life still feels like a choice you’re making every minute, I will tell you that I understand. I have spent years trying to outrun my sadness, sipping sunlight until my vision blurs and looking up only to realize I’ve been going in circles and calling it progress. every escape I ever made is a town I can never go back to and I’m not better for it. I carry so many graveyards around inside of me, and I’ve lost count of how many bridges I’ve burned because I confused loving with leaving. take my sadness away, I don’t

Literature

girls on a roof.

aphrodite passes the blunt to persephone, says you have to tell me how you did that, how you seduced hades and they sit there on the roof, the stars twinkling. persephone looks youthful in a way that’s untouched, as if she’s somehow eternally seventeen or made of sunshine. i didn’t have to do much, she says. and aphrodite who’s spent years reading gossip mags & articles about “ true love ” thinks about how she saw hades take off his leather jacket & wrap it around persephone’s shoulders, easy as breathing. kissed the side of her head. gave

Jeremy's birthday present

Fledgist

Published: Sep 4, 2006

381 Views

Description

Jeremy drew this as a gift to me.

Image size

695x1086px 68.63 KB

Comments7

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

WindStriker

Sep 5, 2006

my apologiez Mr. Ledgister for 1. not knowing when your 50th b-day was and 2. forgetting to wish you a happy 50th b-day, and so I WindStriker a.k.a Kyle wish you Fledgist a.k.a Mr. Ledgister a happy belated 50th b-day

DeviantArt - Homepage

DeviantArt Facebook DeviantArt Instagram DeviantArt Twitter

About Contact Core Membership DeviantArt Protect

Developers Advertise Terms of Service Etiquette

Careers Privacy Policy Copyright Policy Help and FAQ

Watch Team and join our Community Group for the latest updates and activities.

Join Community