everything and nothing.maybe he would have been a beautiful boy.everything and nothing.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
do you think he'd have had your brown eyes?
i know he'd have your smile.
you're playing this out of tune guitar, and i'm sitting across the room. the music is bittersweet. you can't really play the guitar but you've got pretty fingers and you're shining in the pre-dawn light that filters though the gaps in my curtains. i'm shaking and you ask if i'm alright, and i tell you i'm just cold. you place the guitar on the ground next to you and crawl towards me, across the field of clothes and tissues that litter my bedroom floor. we lie down together and i close my eyes but everything is so quiet. the room seems empty without your music.
maybe he'd have your tanned skin
with your thick hair and skinny legs.
he'd have your laugh; the one i love.
its raining and the water in your mother's pool stings our bare feet but i take off my clothes anyway. i guide you; my pinky finger wrapped around your index finger and pull you gently down the steps int
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
Teddy - Draft One /TeddyTeddy - Draft One /4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If prayers were warm embraces,
They would cradle you home,
And if whispered thoughts were angels,
You would never be alone.
If all our tears could keep you safe,
And give you the joy that you gave us,
We'd drown the world in all our tears,
From dawn break until dusk.
If kisses could say goodbye,
And show you how we really feel,
Each kiss would bruise and burn you,
With scars of a love thats real.
If closing our eyes would bring you peace,
In your gentle sleep forever,
We would wish the best for you,
And open our eyes, never.
If heartfelt words described it,
The hole you've left behind,
There'd be no paper unwritten on,
And no letters left unsigned.
If roses are red in our mourning,
And violets will always be blue,
Then your love and your warmth is remembered,
And cherished in thoughts, as are you.
MultivitaminI found a tablet tucked in a brightly coloured neon tube today. Amongst many similar chalky soldiers. Multi vitamins. I remember them from childhood, the tangy almost too sharp taste of citrus. I popped it into my mouth, one of the few things in life that tastes good and is good for you.Multivitamin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It fizzled on my tongue unusually. When the tingling became a scratchy fight between fluid and solid I spat it out and went back to examine the tube, with the offending material between my fingers. It was to be dissolved in water.
I looked at the item, so willing to decieve me. Under the sunset smokescreen it was deathly white. Nothing but nutrients. My tongue burned, blush with embarrassment. I held it under the tap, alternating the water flow off and on to watch it fizzle. Lying thing. I let it die and went back about my business.
SmudgeHe likes to see my mascara smudge;Smudge4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he doesn't like me too beautiful,
he says it makes me difficult to live up to.
He doesn't like the way I describe him.
He says its frivolous and untruthful,
just because I see the beauty in his heart.
So he twists me backwards, trying to break me,
and I, helpless in his hands, bend at his will.
He wants me to see the bad in him - and I won't.
I won't and cannot, and he hates me for it,
with the slow burning that rivals his lust for me.
He wants to see my mascara smudge.
He can't believe that I love him, (I can relate).
He pushes me away and crawls under my skin
to chew on the transient strings of love.
I don't understand why he can't stop,
as I cower in the corner, trembling and afraid;
he wants me to know he's unlovable.
I am punished because I disagree;
because I only see the man that I love,
because he likes to see my mascara smudge.
soliloquyyou crept through my dreams last nightsoliloquy5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
down the dark halls on memory's soft feet
through daffodil curtains over the window sill
softly through the crack in my heart
I heard you laugh as you picked up the songs
I had forgotten by the gate
You wove them into clover chains and wore them in your hair
dressed in moonlight and glamour
you knew I was watching
as you asked the night to dance
and the two of you went waltzing
past the years
and I remembered
the child of my heart
Makorra - SelflessnessEverything was so out of control.Makorra - Selflessness3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Korra'd confessed her feelings towards him after their last match, and he'd shot her down flat without giving himself a chance to really think about the situation. Now he was sure he'd never forget the way her face had fallen, the heartbreak that she'd tried to hide swimming in her ocean eyes not for as long as he lived.
On top of that, Bolin was practically head-over-heels for the girl when she'd already proved she didn't return his affections, at least not to the same degree. The earthbender was just setting himself up for a letdown, and it killed his brother knowing that nothing he said would change Bolin's mind.
And as for Mako well, he wasn't really sure how to feel about everything. He'd gotten out of his fair share of messes before, but never anything like this. So many different thoughts and emotions were spiraling through his mind that it gave him a migraine whenever he tried to unravel them.
There were very few things Mako could
Jenenesoft hands breathe loveJenene5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into worn creases
between breath and light.
shaping beauty into empty places
a single word, a lifeline in the dark.
echoing off the tongues of poets
she keeps fragile ghosts
safely wrapped inside her heart,
writing in the dusk
while the world sleeps and softly dreams
she sings elegies
and lovesongs through her fingertips
effortlessly into us.
UntitledThe hours are slow in the white corridorsUntitled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you are with me when the hands strike fear
and the clock whispers twelve.
You hear my voice echo down the halls
a half-empty ward
a clear glass of psychotropic drops.
You crush my ribs
and rob my lungs of tears.
You kiss my wrists
and strip the bone
The silver constellation of scars,
the scarlet mouth of screams
softened by the gentle murmurs
of bodies creased with love.
You breathe the poetry I cannot speak,
you hold the fragile shape of my skull
like a bruised eggshell
as the nurses hold me down
You feel it in your lungs
when the needle slides through,
and the drop of blood is yours too.
You feel the medicated sleep,
the sweet lull of seduction
as sedation pulls at the hull of my veins.
Long hours spent visiting your daughter
While doctors tell you she's insane.
You lie awake each night as the weeks pass
and I feel it in my chest,
in each breath
The hurt I crease into the faces
of my sweet family.
I ache and I am hollow
but you sli
Exact ChangeHe watched a crane haul the twisted wreck of the bus from the Breaker Street canal. Water erupted from shattered windows and the holes where headlamps used to be. A thin stream poured from the front bumper, reminding Ray of that water slide he'd taken his grandkids to last summer.Exact Change5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A thin, brown forearm dangled from a window. He recognized a henna tattoo. She'd hopped aboard every Tuesday and Thursday on the way to her night classes. What the hell was her name? Dove? Duvet?
"Divya." She stood next to him, watching the bus rise dripping from the canal. "I'm Divya. Told you that a couple days ago, and a couple days before that."
"Sorry. Memory's not what it used to be."
She shrugged. "No worries. Aren't you curious, though?"
"About why we're not in there?" She waved at the bus.
He hadn't been, but Ray nodded anyway. He glanced down at Divya's arm, at her tattoo. The front of the bus was too mangled to make out the driver's seat.
He tried to think back. Ray had driven the route fo
Ginsberg's ChildrenI have seen the greatest lovers of my age raped byGinsberg's Children8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hatred, beaten,reviled, tortured,
defiling themselves to become worthy of the world's pious
burning angels of love and art, heat and sex, reveling in the profanity which
temporarily distracts then from their stolen sanctity,
who cried broken, damned and in love, at the feet of priests whose cudgels were still
dripping with dogmatic loathing,
who were lured to the tops of mountains and, a breath away from God, were bound
to splintering fences, pistol-whipped, robbed, and left to rot in Hell- Christs unresurrected,
whose mangled mouths leaked teeth and blood through lips which dared to be
who were raped five times to show how a woman should feel towards a man- three of
those times by a brother,
I will remember for youDo you remember;I will remember for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was September and I was seventeen.
I was gnarled into the corner of a bus
Mithering away at my gloomy mood;
Trying to shake the oppressive landscape in my mind.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
You were folded primly onto a bus shelters seat
With her hand enveloped in yours
You both lifted your other hands, synchronised,
And waved to me with your familiar smiles.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there.
Your grey hat tipped so rain slipped off
And her glasses whitening with the steam of her laugh
I just looked at you, gluttonous,
I absorbed every detail of that moment.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
But there you were nonetheless,
Eighty years old, clasping hands awaiting a bus
My eyes leaked they were overfull of the sight
Of two people, quietly, silently in love.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there
Momentarily, I fell.I smoke another cigarette while I waitMomentarily, I fell.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for you, still, for the late ambulance;
and my heart in my hands, the music
in my ears, and you, still, in the ambulance,
and me, without feeling a thing, waiting
DivorceSound was not invited to dinner,Divorce5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was busy with you tonight.
For me, a can of soup sufficed--
I do not yet know how to cook
The TV movies, sitcoms, reality shows,
prime time dramas told me
to put down the pint of ice cream
open a bottle of white wine
bob my hair
find a younger man
strut like I own the world
pawn the ring
ignore the tan line
move on, up, out
but on the patio,
I light a joint, listen
for the suburb's muted murmur.
I packed your bag
kissed you good night, parted lips
to tell you again but
you took sound with you.
Inseparable--Mako and Bolin(Legend of Korra SPOILERS!)Inseparable--Mako and Bolin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Due to various circumstances I wasn't able to post this before the episodes came out, but I had already put so much effort into it I couldn't just scrap it. And ever since seeing the little teasers about the issues with the Equalists and Bolin I've been wildly forming my own theories and headcanonand those WILL be addressed in a future fic I'm planning.
But for now, just enjoy this one! There will be some inconsistencies but I didn't have time/want to go back and fix everything to try and make it work when it could become AU anyway.
Summary: Mako struggles to come to terms with what could have happened once Bolin is home safe after being captured by the Equalists.
A/n: I would like to dedicate this to the incredible Avatar 'verse and then korralations (tumblr) and Purple.Slippers.18 (ff.net) for writing such beautiful Mako & Bolin bro-fics that inspired me to write my own.
"There's no other love like the lo
Inside my hearts fairytaleIf they allInside my hearts fairytale7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
called me beautiful
would I give a damn
if the king of the world
wanted to marry me
I wouldn't give a damn
if your smile
never reaches me
if I never hear
your voice again
nothing matters to me
and I have nothing
more important to do
than write these poems
If I were
a fairytale princess
my heart would still
be true to you.
UnspokenThe three most beautiful wordsUnspoken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You left unspoken
In this shattering silence
Im left heartbroken
Tears trickle down
As I share this token
Of appreciation, thank you
For leaving those words unspoken
My love...My love passed by me todayMy love...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And not a word he dared to say
My love passed by me today
Why did he not speak a word to me?
My love may have looked so glorious today
I could not tell, he passed so fast
He passed so fast, I could not hear
The silence he dared to whisper to me once again
My love may have missed me so in the last 5 weeks
I would not dare to dream,
His feelings are not mine to keep
The memories is all Im allowed to carry
My love does not dare to come to me
My love said if he speaks he will hurt me so
My love confessed that are others in sight
My love revealed such contradictory feelings and mind
That I dare not to cry my heart out
And tell him the truths he rubs in my face
Are not for me to keep
But to the other by his side
Walking hand in hand
Dreaming awake on his lips
Embraced in his natural scent
To her he wouldnt dare to reveal the dark side of him
But still, he opens his depths to me
Because he knows my love for the beast is eternal
Eternal as the il
songsing to me of mica-flecked dayssong4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with rubies and topaz
high on your mountains
leavened with gold your voice rises
speak to me with silver hours
and tales told from crystalline caves
lost alongside your rocky streams
whisper to me of stolen moments
soft with your leaves of amber and garnet
in the secret forests of your heart
let me hear your anthems
before the soft silence
steals the colors from your voice
and you sleep in blankets of white
WhitewashIt speaks to meWhitewash4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My house of Halls
Where echoes of conversations past
Reverberate against the walls
It tells me things
Whispers and vapors of Harmony; Bliss
Separating places into respective rows
Of transcendental mist
I hear of patterned streaks on the walls;
Runny drips of scarlet spray
Where the children used to pray
Where the father came to prey
It speaks to me
Halls full of Walls
Where echoes of my paintbrush
Reverberate against the respective rows
To touch the skyI want to rideTo touch the sky7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the London eye
once in my life
touch the sky
don't ask me why
because I'm alive
I want to try
I wanna fly
look into my eyes
I want to sing
as daylight dies
don't ask me why
I'm full of light
when I see skyes
reflected in your eyes
LilacsStage four lung cancer, they said. Six months, at best. You held on for so long, chemotherapy jovially turning you from a white haired lady in to a wig topped moppet. Vitamin C treatments, pills, sleep. Doctors, hospitals, tears and upset stomachs. To make you feel better, we announced that I was pregnant with your eleventh grandchild, and we hoped to God in Heaven that you would meet her. And you did. You clutched her to you with the fierce passion of somebody who has created a life inside of them and spooned her cake on her first birthday...and a month later you faded away.Lilacs4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When the call came, I was sitting on my living room floor. It was my birthday, quietly I turned another year older while you hummed along on machines in a hospital room, far from me. Far from anywhere I needed you to be, and the last place I wanted. It was just before midnight, everything was peaceful, I was content. Contemplative.
We had been in to see you earlier, I stopped by, chatted for just a while. You coul