__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Tony Tran
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was your 5th Birthday. I wasn't able to see the happiness striking across your face, the anticipation running through your veins at the point of opening your presents. The blissful joy of all your friends and family around you as they sang happy birthday, that day was a memory I never had the chance to remember.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you had your first day at school. It was like a new world for you filled with friendship, independence and above all, fun. I'll always regret not being there to pick you up after school and having you run into my arms at a thousand miles per hour, as though you hadn't seen me in years. Those days when you came home and started humming a harmonious song that you learnt, it was a tune I'd never hear.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were eight years old and just learnt to ride your first bike. The breeze going through your hair as yo
Daddy's bellyDaddy's large belly protruded past the rest of us,Daddy's belly9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it gurgled
if it sensed the presence of an
In N' Out Burger close by.
It would shake a little
when he laughed.
It would rise and fall
when he slept.
It would demand much room,
when he drove mother's car.
It came to be that I was convinced
his heart was in that belly,
that it was big simply because
he needed more space.
His Death Certificate reads
H e a r t A t t a c k -
and a small part of me still wonders
why didn't his belly collapse?
Why couldn't his stomach
have attacked him instead?
Not his loving heart -
not his love that everyone envied, admired,
that beat so loudly
as though it were a Chinese gong.
I look in the mirror now
and wonder if my heart too,
is lower than it should be.
Chapter 4:The Story ContinuesChapter 4:The Story Continues8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Whats gone with that boy, I wonder? You NED!
The old woman pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she pulled them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy, or young man for that matter; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and they were built for style, not serviceshe could have seen through a pair of stove lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the street to here:
Well, I lay if I get hold of you Ill,
But as a matter of fact Ned wasnt home, in fact he hasnt been home all night; his grandmothers cries are just wasted in the mornings chill. But before her worry begins to truly set in, let us take a journey to the place where Ned truly lies, and we shall experience the possibl
The Tale of the Evil EyeThe Tale of theThe Tale of the Evil Eye3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deep inside myself, I smiled with glee as the ray of light struck my single open eye. Though normal sight was denied me, I could sense things beyond the ken of mere mortals and I knew that this fateful light spelled an end to my earthly torments. My careful sowing of madness' seeds in my hapless young assistant was about to bear fruit in my death.
My evil saga had begun many years before. I was born the second son of minor nobility, the Earl of _________. Dear father had squandered most of the family fortune, and my older brother was fast consuming the remainder. My poor mother surrendered to despair shortly after my birth, and I was left alone with these two wastrels. As soon as I turned eighteen, I took to His Majesty's service to escape my wretched home.
In 1780, I turned twenty-one and was posted to India as a junior officer. I was a green fool, and
everyone will do some goodEvery second, our life moves forward.everyone will do some good3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every minute, our life keeps going.
Every moment, our life stops to think.
Every hour, our lives start planning.
Every day, our lives make things happen.
Every year, our lives move forward into something new.
Every Lifetime we do Something worth while.
LighterLighter8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open, broken sunflower seeds
scatter over the unspoken,
and that fiery stare in your eyes
says more than the last three months.
The faint stench of burnt memories
lingers in the dense space
as I glare at the cigarette ashes
resting peacefully on the coffee table.
And the void becomes thicker with
every singed corner of our lives,
while pile upon pile of forgotten news
rewrites in the back room.
The radio whispers the uncertainty
within the dimly lit flickers,
hoping our stubbornness will
fall gently into the ash tray
I can't help but wonder with each polluting
puff that escapes from your blackened lungs,
whatever happened to the
little girl with the ember lit eyes.
LatelyLately11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you heard it lately?
The sweet, gentle sound
that sweeps and touches
into a whole
new different place
where all is possible
and there's nothing
but smiles and laughter,
a certain joy in forever
and wispy clouds
float in sky-blue skies;
and whisking comets
that fall and rise
with every breath
a rising crescendo
does your heart sing;
Have you heard it lately?
DA Lightbulb Bandwagon JokeQuestion: How many deviants does it take to ruin a joke on deviantart?DA Lightbulb Bandwagon Joke12 years ago in Humor More Like This
One to post the joke; 21 to laugh their asses off; 31 to flame the people who thought the joke was funny; 8 to argue over which section it was supposed to be posted in; 3 to find out this joke was just adapted from one of those lightbulb jokes and start a forum thread; 13 to scream rip; 4 to set out to prove the inappropriateness of the joke; 67 to note the admins saying the poster should be banned; 14 to post urls to the original joke; 9 to flame the people who posted the urls because they weren't posted correctly and to post them correctly giving a full 500 line demonstration; 5 (*cough*) to say they are leaving because of all the controversy surrounding the joke; 12 to act sad that they are leaving; 18 to tell them to leave because all they do is sit around and suck up to the admins to get a `; 10 to laugh and tell everyone they will be back under a different username; and 15 to say the thread should
ThoughtsThoughts12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works conta
AirbagAirbag11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes flinched, twitching
Like bats ears.
"Pick up your mother at 7, meet us at the restaurant."
The world seemed an unhappy place,
His placid tears set to fill the Nile in a few short hours,
A half charged cell-phone
On the seat like his blonde haired blue eyed thin framed
Darkness and obsession a prelude to a needle,
Exasperation, struggling respiration
And an elongated, low pitched sigh.
The slick roads washing like soap suds,
Dry as desert
But in the incapable hands of our main character,
They were as slippery as a bathroom floor
When he d r i f t e d
Into a lamppost,
Percussion cracked his skull like a sledge hammer,
Each bones fermata captured perfectly with a bass and snare,
Befitted perfectly with the occasional cymbal crash.
An airbag can only cushion your face for so long,
Mr. Left BehindIm the ArtifactMr. Left Behind9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Left Behind
In 1000 years scientists will find this
And try to read my mind
Try to analyize what its like living in my time
They'll over emphasize the importance of my rhymes
They'll never understand that Mr. Left Behind
Was there cause he's got nothing better to do
Theres nothing better than you
A day at the races
With unfamilliar faces sounds fine
But Ive bet on a dead horse
And beating a living jockey
Right in front of the finish line
So sadle up
The bride's wearing a bridal
And the groom's holding a broom
Sweaping secrets under the rug, saying "I do"
When all he really wants is the honeymoon hotel room
Its the last leg, the Kentucky Derby
The victory looks all set
For another year that rider will be the best
But wait, on the outside
Mr. Left Behind's coming up fast from the rear
Getting closer, they're neck and neck
Its gonna be a photo finish
So hold your reath and trophy
And wait for Paul Revere
They're coming! they're coming!
The redcoats, the British
-Cleanse Yourself--Cleanse Yourself--Cleanse Yourself-6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Look at yourself
Look at all you have been through
You have been through so much...
You have caused alot...
You're not alone you know that right?
You never were alone...
So what has it in your head that you felt that way?
Look all around you, you see those smiling faces?
Yeah them over there
Those are your friends
Those are our friends
Me and you?
Yeah we are the same
You just have such low confidence in yourself
Heh, you can do so much more than you think you can
You just let yourself...fall?
Seems to me you have a fear of success...
It can be hard, it can be tough
Look at all those wounds you have
Let's cleanse them
Heal them, make them better
Your friends, they will always take you in
They will always be there for you
They love you
They care for you
They need you, just as much as you need them
Can't you see what you did to yourself?
You isolated yourself from everything
Your friends...they miss you man
Why don't you just go in and give them a hug?
I'm sure they wo
"Best-seller"God is the main character in the all-time western best-seller "the Bible"."Best-seller"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can find the revised version in your local store... even now.
Liam PoolLiam Pool4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. The balls are lined up along the straight of the D-line, with the 8 in the middle; from the straight side of the D, 7-1 then go down the left side, whilst 9-15 go down the right.
2. The 8-Ball must be hit during the split.
3. There must be three minute breaks between shots.
4. Once the line has been split, each player must aim to sink either the 15 or the 1.
5. Whichever player sinks 1 must work their way upwards numerically through the solids, whilst the inverse applies to 15.
6. The game must be played in either dim light, or by candlelight.
7. To determine whether a player receives a second reward shot (much like in pool) after the sinking of a ball, he/she must flip a coin.
- This coin must be an Australian 20¢ piece of the 2008 vintage.
- During this flip, whomever is progressing through the high balls defaults to heads, whilst whomever is progressing through the low balls, tails.
- If the coin comes up with your side, you get an extra
Here, The NextHere, The Next5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Here, The Next by Lloyd
See im far from perfect
but with every verse spit, i try to bolster
and raise the BAR like a kid tryin to be a lawyer.
it's no facade to surface
against Audemars, fast cars, and pearls
when you try to get your voice heard, it's worthless
so i drop a gem off just like they oysters.
in this priceless fight
where you only get ur chance on stage
if the Price Is Right
cuz it's like, to write's a vice
you grab a mic and recite
of how you sold cane, dust, and hard white
living a hard life, god trife to save
the realest came, killed n slain if they stared wrong, from a guage
when all along, they wouldn't bear arms in a heat wave.
it's no shortage of songs about this
filled with dreams, surrounded with queens
on yachts and big houses.
it's all a scheme that comes out this
foulness, vultures pray on ur comming of age
and you can't do a damn thing about it.
cuz all of these pigs
push you till ur pulling ur wig
in a biz, where ur the Last Boy Scout like Jimmy Dix.
it is, al
Untitled and unfinished 2When they finallyUntitled and unfinished 26 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make my life into a movie
how will I be played?
How will they portray me?
Will they flay my soul
Let all see the truth in my role
open the door
answer the question I'd kill for
What was I put on this earth for
I was never meant to soar
meant to write metaphors
that leave your mind sore
as if the mighty Thor had
slammed his hammer into your head
and I'm fed up with the feds
at my house every weekend
At a young age i learned to fend for myslef
pictures upon the shelf fade into sepia tones
as cyclones of angst tear through my mind
not the kind to call when your in need
never been that person
does that make me worse then others
Untitled and unfinished 4Took a chanceUntitled and unfinished 46 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made my stance
Now I'm stuck between infinity
Perhaps a sign of divinity?
I was never hell bound
Bound for the void in between
looking back my mood remains serene
How did I ever break out my old routine?
Same old scene
sitting alone in the dark
Stormy thoughts watch the lightning arc
Been marked by the devil
Soldier of heaven
Don't bother upon remark upon that irony
the agony of lacking destiny is one I know
allow me to bestow upon you the knowledge of centuries
it was the first war
my own neutrality
made me a causality
god granted me immortality
my new reality was to speak in fallacies
doomed to watch humanity
with a blind eye and a deaf ear
an ageless seer who finally broke his restraints
and can relate to those with hearts to listen
the knowledge thousands of years of humanity been missin
reminiscing back to the renaissance
JoltHeh heh heh!Jolt6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Well now, lets get this party started!
I play for only myself
Don't try to make a request
You won't find me on a shelf
I am not your average artist
I party from the heart
I party where I want
Other artists play their part
They ruin all the fun
Lables are like the devil
They make you sign off your soul
That music is never real
Personality is not their goal
You want reality and hope?
Maby you want outta the boat
Then get up and toss the dope
Come out and listen to Jolt
You whant something new?
Instead of the same old trash
Then I got something for you
Cuz I don't play for cash
What did those losers think?
You don't hear crap from me
They'll pay me to play their stink
But I don't care cuz I play for free
A Dark HeroBehold the sky before a storm.A Dark Hero8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behold a village waiting for reform.
The bells ring as a stranger draws near.
The villagers hope that their hero is here.
But this man rides a cold dark horse,
A novice rider shown by rough course.
He steers his steed into the courtyard of town.
All the civilians encircle him all around.
He paces left and right, forward and back.
He strokes the mane of his horse of black,
But this man cannot be the one.
He wouldn't fight, but flee and run.
No sword in his belt,
No heroism can be felt.
This man has no strength to show.
Best be on his way, get out, go!
As he rides away another horse is seen.
Like pearls of the ocean this one gleams.
The rider has long flowing hair.
His strong arms are tan and bare.
Now this man is in the peasant's crowd
As he expects to be praised and bowed.
Yet he wants too much because he knows he is much more
Than any man could ever be, especially that one before.
His sword is of rubies and gold,
But as he stands there no one is told.
Absinthe BeautyAbsinthe Beauty8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My absinthe beauty, woman of madness,
Eyes shining tearing, street level cafe.
Sanity rises, inspired cool wind,
Lips licked gleaming, heart beating ballet.
Blushing laughs dancing, secret sharing pair,
Summer nights suit us, forever love young,
Flirting hands sliding, small gestures screaming.
Many albums past, not all songs are sung.
Alto Sax jamming, nerves running cold,
Whispers hot breathing, inches like miles,
Soft careful touches, pulling tightly wild,
Moments apart screaming, seconds like trials.
Bite, claw, soft, hard, slow, fast, mad, sane, sighs, cries,
Grin, laugh, stop, start, eyes, tastes, skin, hair, hands, thighs.
Floral FighterFloral Fighter9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
purple boxing glove
revel in fleeting glory
autumn will triumph
Dancing in the DesertMirrored ceilings, velvet floors,Dancing in the Desert11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a chaffeur driven limousine.
The Party can never start,
until you make the scene.
Learning nothing, leaving less,
faster faster never slow down.
Lost in the silver lining,
locked in the merry-go-round.
The silver spoon begins to tarnish,
the music, the booze, the midnight lines.
Left alone now, the parties all over,
played it close too many times.
Dancing in the desert,
dust stinging in your eyes.
Took a mischance of fortune,
too make you realize.
A simple toss of ivory dice,
twisting, twining, threads of fate.
Caught up, lost in the dream,
now hope it is not too late.
Once you have become,
you can be no more.
Pick the path to follow,
try to learn the score.