To the heart of me This flame arises,To the heart of me4 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
Burning deeply inside me.
I push forward, take hold of each challenge,
And knock it to the ground.
Trying hard to overcome its power,
This fire is igniting in front of me.
Rushes are called,
People are burned.
By small mistakes we make,
And we deal with the consequences
Be them ever so sever.
You are the reasonI've seen fearless men,You are the reason4 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
Take to the streets for what they believe.
But what courage is that?
And to you I see strength and bravery.
For you left the safety of your home,
Venturing beyond the sea.
To a battle far away.
Against violent men for silly gain.
Endlessly you stand for freedom,
You push through the blood shed.
For our greater good.
You are the reason,
We can hold our heads high.
You are the reason we can reach for the sky.
You've given us hope, and strength.
To protect the land we stand upon,
As you fight for it on foreign soil.
Thanks to your selflessness.
So I can confidently say,
I'm proud to be an American.
Snow fall may not reach you this Christmas,
But it's my prayer that our love always will.
Eleven Things I Love About DAEleven Things I About DA......Eleven Things I Love About DA3 years ago in 11 Things I Love about dA More Like This
I the way you can create doodles on Muro
I the functionality of the way you can customize your page
I the friends I have met and continue to meet
I the inspiration I get from other artist's work
I the News, Journals, Forums, and Polls
I the DA Meets when they are in Los Angeles, CA
I the the timely response from the Help Desk
I the feedback on my work
I the way that DA puts information on your deviation page
I [Heart] the friendliness of the staff
I [Heart] DA because they helped me get to where I am today, [Thanks for everything!]!
Brokenboy7.Brokenboy4 years ago in Write Memoirs More Like This
He's on his way home from school, happily clutching a big blue birthday candle.
His mom looks at him lovingly, "Happy birthday."
The car spins out of control and he screams. His mom grits her teeth and slams her foot on the brake pedal. A truck speeds towards them, horn blaring, but it's too late; she reaches for him and cries, "I love "
When he wakes up from the coma, she's already gone.
" you," his dad whispers angrily, cheeks wet with tears.
The boy starts to tremble in his hospital bed. "Dad?"
"Why are you alive, when she's " his dad's voice breaks, "she's "
"I'm cold," his voice is barely above a whimper.
His dad presses his fist against the boy's bruised chest. "I loved her," he gasps, leaving the room.
The boy curls up, hugging his knees. He wonders dully if the doctor's monitors reveal his broken heart.
A year later, he's alone in his room.
"Remember how when I was little if I had a nightmare you'd wake me up, and then I'd fall asl
In Eight Minutes I Could...In Eight Minutes, I Could...In Eight Minutes I Could...4 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
"Stupid Urahara.." Rukia muttered, "I wish for once I could go into that store without having to return something," she had had to go to that stupid man's stupid shop to return a stupid box of somafixers she bought and, luckily before taking them, discovered he had given her the wrong packege! Now she came home with a replacement box and a fully-charged phone, free of charge... "I'm just WAITING for this rip-off to break..." she muttered as she glared at the plastic bag in her hand, that man was honestly so suspecious sometimes... and he always did something sneaky behind her back...
"I'm home!" Rukia shouted as she walked in through the door and kicked her shoes off, "Ichigo? You here?!" "I'm in the shower!" she heard back, she sighed and nodded slowly, heading upstairs and walking into his bedroom, "That stupid merchant better not have done anything weird..." she muttered as she dumped the little bag out on the bed, being surprised to find that in with th
november.the day i was born was not a day of sparkling stars and soft-spoken lullabies, of rose-colored memories and warm autumn hearts. time did not stand still, but instead slipped between shrill cries and bitter words. but i would not know; i was not there. i cannot remember my first breath, and i cannot remember what i saw the first time i opened my eyes. but perhaps i never really learned to breathe perhaps my eyes never opened after all.november.4 years ago in Write Memoirs More Like This
when i turned five, i discovered the art of being alone.
i learned that there is no celebration song when you are twenty-three hundred miles from where you belong and your family has fluttered off into the sky. i was trapped at the foot of a stranger's bed, a salty ocean tide dripping down my face. though i had no candles to put out, i figured memories of a thirteen-year-old's cigarette smoke were substitute enough i wished california would fall into the sea so this desert would feel more home.
when i turned six,