MarriageI can look and see,Marriage7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beyond all possibility,
The two of us together,
Now and forever.
"And till death do us part,"
Are the words that form the start,
Of a love far beyond dreams,
And much more than it may seem.
Our hands form a bond,
Un-broken throughout our song,
And the cries inside my mind,
Are silenced for all of time.
The world is full of harm,
But you are safe within my arms,
We continue our beginning as friends,
Yet now something so much more has been sent.
The preacher reads his book,
And between us, passes a look,
Full of love and devotion,
And promises of fiery emotion.
A ring held in my hand,
And before me you stand,
Do I take you, my life,
To be my lawfully wedded wife?
What more could i ask for?
But to hold you forevermore,
Do I always want to be with you?
What a stupid question, of course i do.
Dreams Like Smoke I'm a burnt-out boy with a broken guitar and three wishes to spare. I sleep with them under my pillow and try to dream of happiness. But I know that you'll disappear if I open my eyes. So I told you I thought I loved you but you just looked at me with those eyes and saidDreams Like Smoke5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This isn't a fairytale, lover boy.
We both know I'm too young to recognize the taste of tears.
I wished for fiery passion.
And your lips tasted like ashes.
I wished that you'd see me for who I am.
ShadeUnder eleven shades of red,Shade7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drunk and disillusioned.
And with a kiss
With tears of scarlet
Under twelve shades of blue
Disturbed by the touch
Of shadows in light.
And with a whisper, hushed
In deeper tones
Fell into dreams of indigo and violet.
Under shades of grief and love
Wrapped in threads
Of whispered truths
Beneath the shades of your deception
I found myself dressed;
In all of you.
StripEnvy rhymes with hate but envy is not hate. It slips on itself a mask, slips the rope behind its ears and the plastic over its face but it's still not hate.Strip7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I envy you. I envy you so deeply and powerfully that I want to carve it into myself, to let the flesh know that the mind is suffering. And I want what you've got. Because you've got everything and I'll be damned if you don't know it. You're wonderful and I don't understand why.
I don't hate you, but I envy you and it doesn't feel any different. I tripped and fell for what you have, slipped and clawed but you held on, grasped it in your hands, and I want your skin to break and I want you to bleed but you won't. You can't because you have what I want and it keeps you safe. I know if you let it slip like purple-silver silk between your fingers I'd catch it. I'd catch it and I wouldn't think I hated you anymore.
So let it slip. Stumble for me and let me have it. Let it float against my fingertips and I promise I won't hate you. Let the
Pyromania.This is stupid. So he blows smoke from his nostrils.Pyromania.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hes not an insomniac. Insomnia is overplayed. Its like a popular song. Overrated. Hes not depressed. Just a little weird. Smoke comes from his nostrils and he feels like a dragon. Insanity. Pyromania.
He finds himself thinking of things like matches, and producing images of pushing out his lips as if he might kiss the flame on the end of the wood. Instead he blows and the fire moves away. It bends away from the wood and reaches its body towards the sky. Hes lying on his back. Hes a dragon.
He wants to eat the flame and feel himself smolder. He wants it to dance inside him like a happy feeling and he wants his insides to crumble and float like flying pieces of floating, blackened faith. He wants to taste fire but mostly he wants to spit it from his puckered lips. He wants to kiss the air with flames and heat. It looks like magic and feels like love.
He's a dragon because he likes fire, and n
Boy.He has skin like dusk. The blue that comes right before the black. Skin like water in a dark cave and veins like grapes and blood that pulsed beneath his surface like blackberry juice. As a whole he looked like a gem; an alien carved from the stones beneath the Earth with fingers that reached and stretched like emaciated, black trees. Eyes like balls of white cream. Irises of November orange. Teeth of marshmallow squares. Raspberry tongue. Oil slick hair.Boy.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He lives on an island that represents royalty and reflects politeness. A blue and red flag. Warm drinks in the afternoon for calmness. His blueberry skin stands out against the dishwater clouds as if he was copied and pasted from a place of blue into the place of grey. Like cardboard glued on cardboard. Life was a four year-olds art project with marvelous colors, shades and hues. Shapes that dont fit together. Especially his shape. He was curved and pointed in all the wrong places and didnt fit with the other shapes or col
In the spirit of MetallicaIn the spirit of Metallica7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Wherever I may roam, one invisible kid seeks me and destroys my world. It's some kind of monster and until it sleeps I turn the page and drink all the whiskey in the jar. You know it's sad but true, so I dub the unforgiven Master of puppets.
See the Devil's dance? It's dyers eve when to live is to die and I'm the harvester of sorrow. Am I evil? Then shoot me again, I ain't dead yet! I'm the Phantom Lord. So what? Jump in the fire with no remorse... Or are you unforgiven too?
Your mama said: "Enter, Sandman! Welcome home..." but wou're trapped under ice, where the wild things are and there's no escape from the creeping death. You've followed the god that failed.
So for whom the bell tolls now?
You died, died, my darling, you faded to black. I was just your loverman...
Now only the memory remains... and nothing else matters...
Bitten/ Chapter 8Bitten/ Chapter 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The nightmares stopped when Scott spent the night. He didn't know why, but he really didn't care. He was able to sleep.
A few days later, on Saturday, Scott had decided it was time to get Stiles out of the house. A movie was nice.
"Dude, come on! I've been wanting to see this movie for forever!" Scott whined.
"I don't feel like getting out, Scott." Stiles groaned and covered his face with a pillow.
"Please?" He started using the puppy-dog eyes that drove Stiles up the wall.
"I'm not looking at you. I know you're using the eyes." His voice muffled by the pillow.
Stiles sighed and removed the pillow. He hesitated before looking at Scott and of course...puppy eyes. He whimpered and stood, walking over to his dresser to put on some actual clothes and get out of his pajamas. Stiles grabbed a white shirt with blue trim on the sleeves and hem, blue jeans, and Scott's red hoodie that his friend let him borrow all the time.
"I'm thinking." Stiles nodded as he put on his cl
DaddyI was just a young girl during your cancerDaddy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But from no one I could find an answer
Your memories faded black
I'd do anything to have you back
Remember when I was your little girl?
You acted like I was your world
But you forgot me and my mom
You wouldnt last very long
On your birthday is when you grew I'll
With a cancer that would kill
I was only eight I was too young
To understand what really went wrong
Every October I visit your grave
And I pray that you are not one of hell's slaves
I miss you a lot
Please come back
I hope one day I can see you again
May your soul rest in heaven, I'll pray for you until I end
lonlinessNo body wants me; I'm left all alone,lonliness9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No person this evening to welcome me home,
No body to squeeze me and to hold me tight,
To take care of me through the day and the night,
No one to be there to help me through life,
Through the good and the bad and through trouble and strife.
That's all that I want – someone to be mine,
Someone who will listen to me time after time,
Someone who will want me for just who I am,
Who won't want to change me any way that they can,
Someone who will pick me up when I fall,
Who won't let me stumble, but help me walk tall.
Someone must be out there to help me be me,
Who'll be there to guide me to be all I can be,
To entice me out of this human-shaped shell,
And coax me out of my personal hell,
Someone who will want me, so I won't be alone,
A person to be there to welcome me home.
Critique: A BreakdowndeviantArt is a website focusing on art. Wherever there is art, there is bound to be critique- no exceptions. While this fact may be aggravating and/or intimidating to younger, more inexperienced artists, they should learn and heed some basic advice on how to respond appropriately to receiving a critique.Critique: A Breakdown4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This is a little bit of information about critiques- who critiques, what a critique encompasses, the different "styles" or approaches people take when offering critique, and appropriate ways to respond to all kinds of critiques.
What is Critique
Noun: A detailed analysis and assessment of something; a critical review or commentary, especially one dealing with works of art or literature.
Verb: Evaluate (a theory or practice) in a detailed and analytical way
In a nutshell, a critique (or to critique) is to approach something and analyze something in a critical manner. The key words here are analyze and criti
Asylum -2-Asylum -2-4 years ago in Settings More Like This
When I woke I turned my half asleep gaze toward the silver clock above the window. 4:39 pm. I decided to go to my room and write in my 'sick' journal. The doctors gave me the journal because of the many 'ailments' I go through. The journal had smiley faces covering it which for some reason made it creepy. I opened about twenty four pages into it and found the place where I left off.
November 26, 2009
Today we went to the hospital for a blood test and a stress test. I felt very tired, probably because I was up till one doing homework. Grrr math. I did not eat anything high in sodium, sugar, or fats today.
I finished writing my daily log. I walked over to my bed and collapsed. I buried my face in my pillow which was now covered in my curly brunette hair. My black and blue bed sheets where a mess from my impact. I flopped onto my back and stared at my ceiling. 1..3..6 1..3..6 1..3..6 1..3..6 1..3..6 1..3..6. My mind wa
all the way home.this is a poem at midnightall the way home.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a walking away of hands.
it is beautiful
we will never run out
of salt the way we
run out of love
we are children of the sea
oceans inside our
glass bodied vessels
and drifting along rough sands.
i want to touch you
a hundred different ways,
to kiss you like i need it to breathe.
you just tell me about making magic
i can tell you about making love
(and how they are both the same).
i love you more than i love myself
and i wish that actually meant
something. instead i rely on
poorly structured letters
and wrap my head round the wildflowers
in hopes that we can lie
until it is uncertain where
i end and you begin.
make me laugh and you have my soul.
the way your heart beats in my ribs,
around my spine,
you are magic.
Why I Hate Romantic Comedies1.Why I Hate Romantic Comedies2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion)
Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.)
Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even if there is someone for everyone, bad people are immune to the soulmate theory.)
Because they always have a happy ending (And real life begins after the sun has set and she has realized that he may not be everything she hoped for and he begins to have second thoughts about commitment.)
Because everything is assured in i
Twisting and TurningSuch a sexy infection is making me illTwisting and Turning7 years ago in Other More Like This
You suck and blow and I watch from the sides
I'm praying to God what you're swallowing is filth
That the disease is bending and twisting your lines
What you do with pictures I'm carving with words
Do what you will this medium is mine
I'm hoping you're learning to control that sick urge
And if you'll stay away it'll all be just fine
Sinner and savior and monster and whore
Tell how your clients watch you from the ground
Keep on your smile while they ask you for more
We're all real honored to have you around
I hate how I work for what you get for free
But I'll keep coming back to remind you of me
something belongs herei was living that cotton-under-fingertips dreamsomething belongs here6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words rolling down my chin like juice from an overripe
fruit and you could see the fine line of exuberance leading
down my spine, snaking through my bones, tapping messages
into my pearly white teeth.
but words are like fat rolling maggots now, coming only when
the trash had been left out too long, leaving only nauseated gags
swimming in the back of the throat. like a booming thunder-rumbling
voice only used in the dead of summer, the concept rattles my jaw
and leaves my heart and lungs in rib-caged death match for air.
my stomach-ache is hiding under my bed.
my eye-lids shake when you look across the room.
and i cannotcannotcannot walk home
I see."I see," said the blind manI see.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as he picked up his hammer and saw
and headed out to sea.
with distancewe can type, talk, listenwith distance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we can type, talk, listen, look,
we can look, but not touch,
we can live together here,
but i need real
i need real words
thoughts, real kisses.
i need real flesh.
and you in it.
i can imagine what the years wouldn't have done.
i'll try and tell you what i thought was beautiful and what was not,
and you'll stop me and say "mooch, you are." like a finger to my lips.
my thoughts are nonsense anyway.
"look at this."
we'd draw and draw,
we'd laugh and laugh,
we'd laugh and draw,
we'd draw and laugh,
till we scribbled and giggled the
world to oblivion.
but now, right now,
i still sit in the grey place
where we can only dream.
i'll say "what are you thinking?"
and you'll say "i don't know."
not because you don't but
because i didn't understand how bears are carnivores
or the difference between
and sea manatees.
still here, still away.
I Promise You. Chapter 7~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*I Promise You. Chapter 76 years ago in Romance More Like This
Zuko slowly opened his eyes and winced at the harsh light that fell upon them. He blinked a few times to readjust to the light and the fog in his head. Once his sight cleared, he faced a pair of lifeless, black eyes staring straight at him with an opened, fanged mouth full of blood. Zuko jerked back and a painful groan left his mouth as his body angrily protested at the sudden movement. Blinking his eyes to get rid of the tears that had appeared from the pain, everything came rushing back to his head as Zuko looked back at the dead carcass of the tiger-armadillo that lay in a pool of its own dark blood. The young lord looked down at his left arm and cringed at the bloody sight.
His arm had long slashes, so deep he could see the muscles underneath his skin, and blood was everywhere. Groaning, Zuko summoned all his strength and crawled painstakingl
I Will BeWhen youre wandering through the desertI Will Be8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And youre tired and all alone
You think all your dreams have left you there
When the storm of life is raging
And all your fears appear
Ill be every breath you hold
Ill be the one who makes you laugh
Ill make up for the memories that didnt last
So together freely we could be
Ill be beside you when youre to weak to stand
I will never let you fall
Ill hold you in my arms forever
Youre my true love
Youre my whole heart
Please dont throw that away
Cause Ill be there for you through it all
Please use me, as you will
Im still waiting for you tonight
With my hands held high
My eyes look into the sky so blue
My ocean opens up to swallow you
I need you
I need this here and now
Breathe in me and make me whole again
Lanuleta University Part 1Lanuleta University Psychology ClassLanuleta University Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where I 'Wow' the Ladies With My Charisma
A curling question mark of yellow appeared in her red bangs when I asked her, "So does all your hair change colors?"
It was just a 'starter' question. Soon enough, I'd have her wrapped around my finger and an assured, sexy college girlfriend.
*Took you all hour to come up with that line, huh?*
I ignored the familiar voice and waited on her answer with a smile.
The girl looked up from her book and stared at me. Clearly taking in a full view of my impressive physique.
*Only if she has a wild imagination.*
She blinked and asked back, "All my hair?"
"Even if you like to keep it trimmed or waxed I'd love to know." I drove the point home with a little smirk.
Her mouth dropped open and I don't remember much after that before waking up in the university doctor's office with a massive headache.
Then the walls melted and I was back in the classroom again. Everyone
Aiji - Part 7 - The BirthPart 7Aiji - Part 7 - The Birth11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was burning. Later, if she somehow managed to get through this, she would tell anyone who would listen that it had felt like she was burning away from the bottom up. Not the all-consuming fire of a high fever, nor the sticky, oppressive heat of the city on an unbearably long afternoon in late summer, but rather like the glowing end of a cigarette, slowly smoldering its way up, leaving a short trail of ash in its wake. The blistering head of the cigarette was between her legs, and it burned steadily upward, creeping over her belly, slithering up between her breasts, wrapping around the back of her neck, all the way up to her scalp. From the roots of her hair to the tips of her fingers and toes, Kagome was burning.
She was burning because she was stretching. Her skin was stretching in ways it had never before attempted. It