ten things i miss about us.10.ten things i miss about us.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i miss you hugging me and holding me tight to your body. the way you read over my shoulder and how you would pull one million hot air balloon strings just to sit next to me in class.
i miss the way you would smile at me.
i miss how when i came to class crying you would ask me whats wrong and i knew that you actually cared. the concern in your eyes took me where i knew i wanted to be.
the way your eyes would shine when i walked into the room.
i miss talking about the future us. how you were going to ask me out to dinner one day and how you never wanted to let me go.
the way you smelled so good you could taste it. just so you know, you tasted like sunsets and skyscraper mountains and beautiful unbroken dreams.
i miss the text message you sent me at quarter past one. my mom told me it was too late to be texting but i didn't care, because that was the night you told me i was beautiful.
i miss the games of twenty questions. sometimes they were over the line b
Would you?Would you?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you still love me
When I grew old,
When my hair is gray
and white, thin?
When I no longer
Would you stay
by my side,
When I cannot recognise
who you are;
To remind me
each day, each hour
who you are
because I suffer from dementia?
Would you promise
to love me for who I am,
for who I will be in the future:
for better or for worse?
ten things i love about you.10.ten things i love about you.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love the way your eyes shimmer when you're really happy. i've never been able to see it up close but i know what you're thinking and i'm hoping its of me.
i love the way we always seem to be able to read eachothers minds. we have the same likes and dislikes and thoughts thats revolve around eachother. i love the way i can be myself without worrying about losing you.
i love the way you make me feel good about myself without even having to speak. you say it best when you say nothing at all.
i love how we can smile and just know that it means we care and that it makes us happy.
i love being able to tell you anything without having to worry about what you will think or say. i loved it when i told you about how sometimes i wanted to die, and how you said you would meet me in heaven.
i love the way you speak to me. like i'm the most important person in the world. i love how you seem to never be able to get enough of me; how when i wish on 11:11 i don't have to wish
It doesnt feel like ChristmasThe bells may be jingling,It doesnt feel like Christmas6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights may be flashing,
The presents may be wrapped
And everyone may be smiling,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
We're singing along with the carols,
We're unwrapping our presents,
We're excited over our new things,
And everyone looks happy,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
The new clothes are being worn,
The delicious food is disappearing,
The crackers are being shared,
And everyone is talking and laughing,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
My parents are here,
My sisters are too,
My brother-in-laws as well,
And even my niece is sitting here giggling,
But this doesn't feel like Christmas.
He isn't smiling at me,
He isn't unwrapping his presents,
He isn't eating the food,
And he just isn't here,
So this doesn't feel like Christmas.
The Great WasteGermany could haveThe Great Waste4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Austria had just
posted drunken pics,
Thirty seconds ago!
So the Nazis shrank in empty clicks
Before a bluish glow.
The Allies could have
America had just
in a fit of virtual lust.
So the two only wrote on each other's walls
And typing; crumbled to dust.
Imagine the long years
of history lost,
to a whole new branch
But never mind about this.
You are hardly listening at all.
Because The Adolf Hitler:
is eating a sandwich LOL.
December 21st, Summer SolsticeThe pervasive styrofoam(ic) scent, andDecember 21st, Summer Solstice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
streaking storm clouds accumulating in heavy fronds
glow raw, molten (pure), like the blacksmith's forge -
dosed in a sweaty humidity.
[Anoplognathus -n.]: Christmas-beetle conversations,
chattering, sparkling gemeralds, death-defying LEDs
illuminated in the ultimate shocking crash,
anxiously awaiting, the anticipation of rain to slack the land,
cure its thole, renew our lives' momentum: they have been
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
EnlightenmentWe are but creations just mirrored by our soulEnlightenment7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Picking pieces in our life to complete and make us whole
Snippets of both the good and bad so we can differ still
Of what is right and wrong and when we've had our fill
In knowing when to share and to give back in return
To know when not to take too much, a lesson to learn
Of seeing what is beyond that of which is in our gaze
Such hope for us to lead mankind from this tortured haze
Each one has a special place in the plan of life as shown
It is up to us to nurture and show we have grown
To let our feelings guide us with mistakes being made
Remember where we once erred and not let it fade
For others to learn and do what should be done
A brighter future for us in each rising sun
We hoard so much knowledge like leaves in the wind
With empathy and compassion towards those who have sinned
For none of us are perfect and our faults make us whole
It is who we are that will generate our soul
4:07:13The real depressed people aren't the ones who lock themselves in their house all day,4:07:135 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's those who keep themselves busy 24/7 because they can't bear to be home alone
The silence vibrating from the microwave kills me
The radiance shining from your eyes blinds me
Staring up at the ceiling four in the afternoon,
Nothing changed from its place since four in the morning
I seem to be lying in this shadow forever
The furniture is too quiet, too solemn
and I can't walk two steps to open the lights
[even if I did it would only look so artificial and hurt my eyes and kill my cells I'd take out my blindfold]
I'm wondering if my clock is broken because the last time I looked it was the exact same time as just now, 4:07 in the afternoon
Clocks can be frozen and so could my ambitions
But my heart is thawing and d r i p p i n g with cold
Heartbeats are ticking out
It means nothing to me when it strikes midnight because I broke every clock in the house and took out their needle hands and
Women's loveThe best way to Please a WomanWomen's love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Is to Touch Her Heart
Before Her Body
AbsolutelyI'm the guy your parentsAbsolutely6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
warned you to stay away from
the one that all your friends
say is no good
yet wouldn't hesitate if they
had the chance
And believe me quite a few have
I've been called arrogant
confident, cocky even
but none of those
even scratch the surface
honey I'm an
Even that is an understatement
There's no question about it
you made a mistake
ever falling for me
because I'll never catch any
Because the weight is too much
Especially when they fall
on their backs
hit the sheets
and before you wake up
I've already left
The reason we always go to your place
You say deep down inside
there's a sweet guy and a charming
romantic waiting to come
out and that you're going to
be the girl to
bring it out of me
A thought that makes me laugh
You tease me and pull away
when I go for the kill
and act as if you don't want it
as badly as I do
Which just makes me want it more
That cute little smile you give
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore.
(because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.
charlotte's first b
Why Does the Witch Cry?: StoryHer name was Sunny.Why Does the Witch Cry?: Story6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was seventeen years old, and already the sort of beautiful that would have lasted forever. She was an accomplished gymnast and dancer, and had a remarkably haunting singing voice that landed her the lead in her school musicals each year. She got good grades, dressed appropriately, had perfect blonde hair, snowy white skin, and bright blue eyes. Her teachers loved her, she got along with everyone, and never once stopped smiling. Her father was a pastor and raised her to be a good Christian, and she spread love and compassion graciously. Her parents were proud.
She was born on Christmas Eve, and endured being dressed as an angel year after year. She loved the Christmas spirit, and at the age of four, belted forth an incredible rendition of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" at both her preschool and church, bringing warmth and joy to people in her city. She started school smoothly, waving a h
i have you bookmarked -vii. Sometimes breakfast, lunch and dinner were like art; food was flung from each corner, creating a futile canvas on every wall. I played a scale of musical doors as they slammed one by one. I'm sure I broke a fewi have you bookmarked -4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
vocalchords too. He was always right beside me, yet so far.
But we mingled together. When his hand gripped mine with his feathery touch, it seemed okay to pretend. Maybe my mind still needed to develop, needed watering. Or maybe together we just made feelings obsolete.
iv. And we did.
We sat on park benches blowing smoke kisses and watched movies, that only seemed good because everything else on TV was crap.
Bubblegum. Pot. Gallons of ice-cream. We fed two pigeons and named them Ben and Jerry. We danced to Genesis, even though we both knew that they were possibly the most overplayed band in the world-universe-all-shopping-centers-in-London-ever.
At night we slipped between the park gates and sat by the lake. It felt like the moon was right ne
feelings for a true friendI sit here alone so consumed with fear, crying out despersately, I wish you were here., because when you are I wish I could stop time, hold you in my arms and gladly call you mine. Every one around me knows what I mean love and passion flow out of me like a stream, Ifeelings for a true friend5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It happens when I stare into your eyes, I hide behind them, they are my desgise. I am taken in by those eyes of blue, writing is quiet easy when it comes to you. No one is as beautiful as you are, so angelic , so much beauty so perfect . I feel it is my duty to look after you.0 I sit here so lost with nothing to do. I will end this ballad with three simple words, I love you.
Feelings for a true friend
stop ruining autumn.listen:stop ruining autumn.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged hole.
he put a lit candle inside, and we watched it flicker, illuminating the raw edges.
"what is it supposed to be?" i asked him, taking his hand.
"my heart," he said definitively.
like an afterthought.
after that i was too afraid to carve my pumpkin at all.
the leaves changed, or maybe he changed, or maybe i was b
Random Death Note quotes 4All these qutoes are from DM and KN. We were cosplaying Death Note characters. There is only quote that we didn't cosplay. Some of these quotes are embarrasing so we didn't say who said them.Random Death Note quotes 47 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
L(re-enacting Light getting laid instead of him): And so Light called his booty from the top of a mountain like the horny goat he was. 'Boooooooooootttttyyyyy~ Booooooooootttttttttyyyyyyyy~!!!' he called them! And so Misa and and many other women, and some gay men, came running!! they flooded the streets of Tokyo!! They scaled buildings stopped trafic, tipped over cars, and knocked over buses!! Many people were killed in the great stampead of booty!!! All Just to answer Light's Booty Call.
Watari: Why did you bring your shoes if you were'nt going to wear them?
L: So people wouldn't think I was homeless.
Light: So, you live in your shoes?
Mello: Every lesbian chick at my school thinks I'm a girl and wants me.
Matt: Isn't that a good thing?
Mello: Yeah but I'm a guy. They're going to be d
Harold and the Purple CrayonHarold and the Purple Crayon6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A little boy in his boat did flee
On a journey across the sea
A purple crayon in his hand
He colored everything in his land
So much wonder did he spy
Painting balloons up in the sky
A cresent moon and stars so bright
All floating in the purple night
Rockets soared and girls did fly
A ladder reaching up so high
Harolds crayon loved to draw
Each and every thing he saw
As his feet did touch the ground
Two giraffe's were what he found
Stopping by to have some tea
In his house beside the sea
Harold loved his purple place
It put a smile upon his face
To see his world in such a hue
A fantasy shared with me and you..
The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than the one we swore to our nation.
Tiger was born just a few months after that. Ed's four year contract was finished, so she found us a little house near the base. She found a job, and she raised Tiger, almost by herself, while I ran PT, stood firewatch, crawled the obstacle courses, fired my rifle, shipped out on West Pac, and ca
A Storm is ApproachingA Storm is Approaching4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've kept quiet,
Tip-toed for days,
Fearing a riot,
Might go ablaze.
Erupt it will,
In a day's time or two.
Will inevitably ensue.
I'm caught in between,
Who I want to be,
& the person my parents,
Have envisioned for me.
I lie and constantly cheat,
Deceive the best I can.
At nights, I silently weep,
To free the person I am.
I patiently await,
My Impending Doom,
For the storm may abate,
Only till the Monsoon.
I've kept quiet,
Tip-toed for days,
Fearing a riot,
Might go ablaze...