NatureI've felt fire and ice all at onceNature11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Water and sunlight at last
I've walked on the path of hell, drenched in glass
The moons' rays and the planets' glow
The calming breeze, the rivers flow
The animals that sing atop mountains so high
The starlit stars in the evening sky
The sound of gentle rain drops pounding on earth
The hollow crys, the trees whisper "re-birth"
The rustling leaves and their sway
The new bulbs, so fresh, newly grown
All of this, I do own
Many of lifes forgotten finds
But i for one, shall keep this in mind
Most greatest thing of all
Look around you and open your eyes
And in front of you, all of this lies..
The NightPoor times of how I long for deathThe Night11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel the grim reapers icy cold breath
To take a knife and cut a vain
And close the door of what I do call sane
To see the mark upon thy wrist
Taunts me as I eagerly rest
Sitting there with a razor against my cold skin
Pondering, waiting, wondering what I should do
The temptation of making myself bleed, becomes so overwhelming
That I do cry in agony
To be nevermore, nothing but a steep six foot whole in the ground
The evil, the dark, takes over my soul
Like how money corrupts peoples mind into greed
The thought, the madness of what I do bare
Takes over my body forever, for centuries to share
So as I lie in the dark with my lights shut off and nothing but the still of the night
I, with a knife along side me, cry in utter pain
As I listen to the calm rain grow feirce against my frosted window
Making my choice, my freedom mistake
Weather to live or to die
I drop the cold steel
Cry myself to sleep
To a dream land that keeps me safe
A place where
porcelainporcelain10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your shining loving eyes
And your heart worn on your sleeve
You put your whole trust
Into one aching moment,
All for it to come crashing down
Upon your head.
Tears tearing through
As you miscarriage dreams
And fall into a monochrome melancholy world.
But don't forget me
When you're buried deep in sorrow.
Don't forget us.
Because everybody breaks,
And everybody falls,
And there's not always someone to catch us.
We're all porcelain.
A Graduation Poem For 200410 years at St. JamesA Graduation Poem For 200411 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finally we've made it through
So many smiles and laughs
So many friendships that are true
Since our very first classroom
To writing our A B C's
We are like beautiful flowers
We have watched eachother bloom
We have made our time here,
feel so incredibly right.
It seems as if we've known,
eachother our whole lives
Taking every step together
Watching the time go by
It's hard to leave eachother I know,
But it's time to say goodbye
I know my heart will surely break
But all we can do,
is keep our chins up, and our heads held high.
Congradulations class of 2004, we have made it through the ride.
Please never forget all of our times we shared
And all the times spent together, keep them in your mind and heart
Keep them there forever
This is our goodbye.
Inaction and ReactionInaction and Reaction11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This demon's taken control of me
I curse myself and my incapability
I wish, I hope, to go back to the day
When I didn't care about it, either way
Why are my thoughts so out of place?
Mayhap it's someone else with my face
Punish me, now, for I spit and I curse
It feels so bad, and I want it to be worse
I look for a way out of all this
Shadows hide me, my courage I miss
I see it there, my eyes it will haunt
I look for the moment when I can taunt
It looks away for a moment or three
I wait for too long, cannot get free
It holds me
It molds me
It makes me
It takes me
Possession is nine-tenths, don't you see?
Depression is deep and wont let me be
Regression perhaps is the way, but
Dispassion makes all those doors shut
Displacement causes me to sit and stare
Abasement is the punishment that I share
Chastisement is something I have heard
silence the killersilence the killer11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More oft' than not we hear the stories
about the lives adorned with gold
whether real or artificial - the story is still told
The image on the outside, is one perceived by lies
but behind the doors of happyness, a bitter truth does lie...
To societys viewing it appears to be right-
the secret things said at night
never spoken to others but often reheard
mental handicaps placed on truth's whisper is burnt
The more pressure is placed on the more it occurs
till boiling points shatter and self image blurred
for if viewed as a lesser, the truth it must be
an altered perspective created to see
Through headaches and problems
maturing and laughter, i headed on unaware of another
for lost in the chaos and havok of life
you fueled all my anger, attacke
exclaimah!exclaim11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
the pound and the thud and the gasp
and the italian gesture
(! - !) verbose
physical - !
of clenched fists and swooping arms
-but this is
the sun !-gloriously! climaxes over the trees
the silent !-scream! of eyes
as they !-beam! and !-shine!
and - !
just - !
isn't it wonderful!
overriding any question
-a state of ecstasy confined to a mere dash and dot
it just is
a jump a dance a song
(the prelude to a smile)
it is the peak!
and the climax!
and !~vibrance!~ herself
but is also an acknowledgement
(in its silence)
of the silence
but that is tomorrow
UnderstandI picked up the dictionary, because...Understand5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to understand
what it means to understand.
Three Words Of SorrowI will tradgically wipe away my tears as I tell you my painThree Words Of Sorrow11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will stab your heart with anger
And show you the blood from my arm
I will whisper to you from beneath the grave
And sing sweet sorrow songs while I swing on a vine of thorns
I will carve our names into a stone,
In hope that one day you will see.
I will plant a bush of roses outside your bedroom window
And I will sit on the corner of the moon,
And blow a shooting star your way
I will spike an arrow through my heart
So you can watch me bleed to death
And in my final words of grief
I will mutter the three words of pain
And in my dieing embers,
I will grasp your hand and never let go
Until my strength gives away
And I hope you die in agony knowing we will never be together
My three words of sorrow...
I love you...
CrucifyCrucify me Jesus, bring me to youCrucify11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shine your light on me Jesus
Bring me to Paradise, to Eden
Hold me in a safe place Jesus
Bring me to a comfort level
Cherish me till I die
Bring me to peace
Fill me with your love Jesus
Turn me away from the dark
Take me to the light
Heal me, heal my scars
Stop the bleeding Jesus
Heal my wounded wrists
Wash my feet Jesus
Clean me from my cutting sin
I beg of you for mercy Jesus
Just take me away
Keep me away from harm
Crucify me Jesus, bring me to you
Soldier Of Rights - ariesgirlMinority?Soldier Of Rights - ariesgirl7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I will not be ashamed to by myself.
I will not cover up the real me.
I will not have my rights taken away from me because there are less of us.
I will not sit down and settle for less.
I will not give up just because you want me to.
I will not back down under pressure.
I will not cry when I lose unworthy friends.
I am a soldier, we are all soldiers.
Fighting for what we know in our hearts is right.
I will stand strong and defend myself, my friends, my community.
I will take this as a challenge.
I will get back up when I fall down.
One day, I'll win.
We'll all win.
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was simply the best website around without the slightest shadow of a doubt. No'urdays, community seems to be taking a backseat to the corporate ventures the site seems to be undertaking at an exponentially quick rate. With every passing day, a new move towards turning dA into exactly what it is not: a corporation.
When it was founded in 2000, t
Coffee MugsCoffee Mugs11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a man's world,
you can tell
from the dirty coffee mugs,
huddled together on the table.
The lone water bottle stands above them,
imposing, clear and tall, as its owner,
Her pregnant belly precedes her like a shield:
a neon sign flashing "here I am".
In the elevator, two people dare a smile
while they talk of things they know
no-one else cares about.
They wear glasses and awkward clothes.
In this place time hangs like tepid air,
which no fresh wind can ever disperse.
Four SeasonsWhen I first met you, you were like the relief one gets from a fresh splash of the April rain.Four Seasons11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Effervescent in your attitude, anomalous in everything else….
You were different, you were new, and you made me feel…absolutely rejuvenated and…..absolutely beautiful.
When I realized that I was in love with you, you were like the July sun.
Bright and looming, the first thing my eyes went to in the sky.
Overwhelming, you were once in a while, consuming my time and whatever limited free space resided in my mind.
Sometimes I felt you slowed me down, tired me with your tenacious complexity …but I knew, without you, I wouldn't be able to survive.
And then, there were those summer rains….those monsoons of magnificence…those hazy pink-grey skies, those shows of layers, of diaphanous folds and glorious textures in your personality.
When our love was set and rolling, you were like the falling leaves of autumn: colorful, varied, and utterly spellbinding.
I could roam through your huge expa
Married - Chapter 22 - The EndIvans eyes widened in surprise, but he obliged Alfred, crawling into bed next to him. America snuggled up to Russia hesitantly, and Ivan wrapped his arms around him. It felt nice. Almost like they were still together. Alfred fell asleep quickly, and Ivan watched him, gently playing with his hair.Married - Chapter 22 - The End6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I... I still love you, Alfred, he whispered. America did not stir.
Russia soon fell asleep himself, and they both had the best sleep that they had gotten in a long time.
Alfred was surprised, when he awoke, to see Ivan still next to him, his arms around Americas waist. Russia was fast asleep, snoring softly. Alfred had completely expected Ivan to be gone to have waited for America to fall asleep then leave.
Russia soon woke a few minutes later, and looked blearily down at Alfred.
Good Morning, America said quietly.
Shizaya- The Bitter CakeChapter 1 Another Day for Our Normal GameShizaya- The Bitter Cake3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The green meadows stretched out as far as your eyes could see. Sprinkled all over the wide field were various colours that sprouted from the flowers. The tall grass bent lowly as the warm breeze greeted them. However, some grass in the middle of the vast field did not stoop down from the blowing breeze. They were parted to make way for a boy. He proudly stood among the green stalks that reached up to his chest and let his dark hair dance in the light gust of wind. He walked through the sea of green and carefully pushed the grass with his left hand while the other hand clutched a basket. The white-woven basket almost burst out with yellow and pink flowers, his prince's favourite colours.
Soon, the grass that surrounded the child brushed up to his hips only. Later, it shrunk and ticked his bare knees. Finally, to simply put it, it was so short that he was merely stepping on the green that did not even reach up to his slippers. When
Never Damaged GoodsHis mahogany eyes blinked open slowly. His head whipped around as he saw he was surrounded by white walls, white everything. A loud groan came from his throat as he realized the motion he just made with his head hurt like hell, but also to the fact that he was in a hospital.Never Damaged Goods3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Izaya looked down at himself, assessing the damage. It looked like nothing on the outside was wrong, but when went to lift his nightgown a strong sturdy hand came up to stop him. He looked at the person with confusion in his eyes, but the person just shook his head.
The ravenette didn't care what the person said, he wanted to know what was wrong with himself, so he pushed the hand away and looked at the skin now uncovered. He wished he had listened to his guest.
His stomach was stitched up in so many places and so badly he could barely see skin underneath, some stitches even covering his arms. Chest was black and blue, only pert pink nipples being a different color, and he could tell that at least a few ribs had be
Boku No Naka Younin wa.. Dare? 1Hey.. do you know..Boku No Naka Younin wa.. Dare? 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
If you tried to bury some of your traits... Some another "You" will born to carry out that traits?
Do you realize, that you already tried to remove too much trait, so you have created too much another "you" ?
I guess you didn't , since you don't know about us, but we, as part of you, understand you very much?
But, since you have created us... Can you give us... Some chance... to control that body?
Orihara Izaya jumped to his bed. He was very tired, from his "daily activity" of course. What, meeting clients? Of course not. That is boring, but not tiring. Then what? Of course fighting the Beast of Ikebukuro, Heiwajima Shizuo. It is tiring, but fun. Their fights is not always started by Izaya, but also sometimes by Shizuo. Still, mostly Izaya did. Who wouldn't mad when he find a cockroach in his drink anyway? Laughing on his bed, Izaya was thinki
Denmark x Prussia Ficlet 4Warnings: This contains implied male on male sex and MPreg.Denmark x Prussia Ficlet 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Other Notes: For the record, in this fanfic, Germany is dating Japan. It'll make sense later. Also, I apologise if Germany seems a little out of character.
It wasn't until that morning that Prussia realized how loudly the phone rang. Groaning, he rolled over to answer it.
"Hello, Densen residence. Gilbert speaking." He said, trying to sound awake and probably failing miserably.
"Morning, East." Came his brother's voice.
"Hey, West." Prussia said, waking up a bit. "What's up?"
"Not much. Just haven't heard from you in a while and was wondering if you were still alive."
"I died. You're talking to East's awesome ghost. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I've been busy haunting Magnus's ass. And just his ass."
Germany gave an exasperated sigh. "Thanks, East." He said.