chocolate cakethe earth can shakechocolate cake9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my bones can break
but i'll never give you
my chocolate cake
When We Die Holding HandsWhen We Die Holding Hands12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart stood still on that Midnight
You At the window in the dark
Your shadow standing still as the thunder struck the earth
The blade clinched in your hand
Your eyes black but beautiful
Your tears and blood swirled on the floor
Your expression silent and lifeless the way the reaper left you for me to discover
I picked up the blade
I kissed your cheek and closed your eyes and carried you to the bed
I lay beside you and cried and tried to stop your bleeding
Here you are now dead, Just the way life liked you
Here you are now dead, The way life robbed me of how I loved you
Here you are now dead, The ultimate price everyone had to pay
Here you are now dead, So many words the reaper would not let me tell you
So now I must whisper my sweet sorrow and unforgiven secrets to you
So now I must hide your scars and try to heal and comfort what is left of you
So now I must pick up your pieces and fix your lifeless body
So now I must live in misery as you conceitedly took your own life as well too
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 2MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 28 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.
Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness
Fare was not your average 14 year old boy. No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was. Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games. But the real problem lied deeper than that. The real problem was his personality. He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons. Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space. If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead. He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals.
EscapeWhen I stay up at night thinkingEscape6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
When I daydream in the middle of the day
When I sit and write my poetry
When I look into the digital sea that is the internet
When I smile or laugh at a joke with no meaning
When I zone out
When I lie down for the night
When I stare into the complete darkness before I depart to the land of dreams
I try to climb a wall to the rope that will allow me to escape
But the walls are to smooth
Patted down with the solid and smooth surface of pain
This thing I call life
Am I any good at it?
Am I going to fail as predetermined by the world?
Am I going to end and be represented as the nothingness that I see?
I try to escape these harsh questions
But low and behold they follow me as if I packed them
Maybe I did
Between the socks and shirts . No
With the toothbrush . No
I think I packed it in the deep subconscious of the maze I call my mind
Unfortunately for me there is no escape
When God Sleeps.I. So it comes to this: pangea tearing itself rawWhen God Sleeps.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our throats to pour into squares of newly open sky
where the stars grew aches and darkened lakewater
once bloomed into bruised winters. Somewhere
beyond the thick of snow, prayers are strung
on moon-rattled winds
and birds' teeth tear apart the poetry
of our hands. They will raise something beautiful
from these ruined words.
Continents shift slowly. They are
dirt-bound titans, these beasts;
rootless giants that mold themselves
to fit the vision we hold inside our heads. Oceans sigh
and their tides crawl ever upward.
II. Our shadows become umbilical
in certain light. Unknown children cast
dark shapes of water
to nourish the gardens springing forth
from the dirt's wrist like a eulogy for lost sky.
Morning doves sing because they see what we cannot:
the years between us laid out like miles and our feet
that never mark the reddened earth and
the passion-trees birthing flowers of such cold, untamed souls.
We are walking in the wombs of
You should...Put your misery into stiches.You should...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Engrave your wounds on the wall.
Walk away from pain
Eventhough you turn your shoulder to look back
Feel your freedom coming
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You should escape long ago
Finally you know
You knew it all this time
It was not worth the efford
You are not a God to ressurect
No more heroic deeds
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You will find something else
Brighter than before
silent screams.taste the venom between the smackingsilent screams.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of twin lips as they break their joint spine
and revel in the sound of death drilling
behind your eyelids until alone is a sound
you think you might want to rest in.
close your heart and button up the shutters
and board up the doors until the wind howls
and the chain is beating against the wood
with a hollow sound like a fist knocking,
but you know better, because no one has
knocked on this door since thirteen hundred
days ago when time was starting and you
had fresh pain[t] and a bright smile.
music hurts in the way of your skin peeling
and love is too bright to even look at and
the voice you want to wrap up to swallow
your breath is strangely missing and no
matter how hard you try, this absence
is just the lack of anything and you can't
drown in nothing no matter how
damn much you want to.
your back is in knots and your head is in
pretzels and you're screaming without making
a sound and crying without dropping a tear
and your flesh is melting all
Denmark x Reader ~The Moment of a Couple~~The Moment of a Couple~Denmark x Reader ~The Moment of a Couple~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A group of children ran past you laughing at each other as they gave chase around the park. You couldn't help but give a little smile at their innocence and free will. They seemed so happy. By now, your legs had grown uncomfortable of trying to support yourself on one side of the seesaw. There wasn't anyone on the other side so if your legs gave way, your entire body would fall towards the ground.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" a voice asked from behind. You immediately whipped your head around and found yourself staring at a familiar face. It wasn't hard to recognize your colleague from your Statics class. Aside having a loud voice, his wild blonde hair and smiling face was easily recognizable in a filled lecture hall.
"I-I-I…" you stammered.
"Hey, aren't you the girl in my Statics class?"
You swallowed a lump in your throat and immediately brought your eyes to the floor. You didn't even talk in class! In fact, you sat all the way i
Heavy Metal(title: Heavy Metal)Heavy Metal8 years ago in Open More Like This
it absorbs the blood in which my veins drip out
I just listen to music and let my soul shout
It takes every sad moment and fills it with rage
because lyrics are written every word on the page
I listen to metal because it frees my pain
it says how i feel...the words i cannot explain.
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
Clary's Real NightmareCLARY'S REAL NIGHTMAREClary's Real Nightmare6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOKS!!!!!!!
This is a week after Jace and Clary meet at Taki's and Jace tells her that he only want to be her brother.
Sitting in Luke's spare room on the bed, looking at her finished drawing, a stab of pain twists through her abdomen, she leans over the bed glad that she hasn't eaten anything and also glad Jace isn't here he'd make a fuss over her keeping quiet about being sick, 'Stop thinking about him' She chastised herself, this is the second time today, as she finished leaning over the bed the shrieking sound of the telephone rings, hoping it's not Jace again.
"Clary," yelled Jocelyn
"Yes" Clary called back as she walks into the lounge room where mom and Luke are.
"I'm not here, I don't want to talk to him" Clary whispered, shaking her head, hoping he didn't hear her.
Walking back to her room, she remembers that afternoon at
MachinesMACHINESMachines6 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes people remind
me of machines.
They go about calling
facts of the task at hand
to mind in bleak
We condone convention
to panegyric oaths
mouthed in boredom
by shameless shamans.
"Thanks for a job jolly
well done," becomes our epitaph,
and the joke of history
is, "I think
I . . . huh?"
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
My Love For YouMy Love for YouMy Love For You10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once longed to meet you,
To finally get the courage to say a word.
My lips part and I say that word.
Now I have met you.
I once longed to know you,
To know you heart and dreams.
To know the way you longed for me too.
Now I know you.
I once longed to hear your voice,
You voice which calms me so.
The soft whisper of a secret wish.
Now I hear your voice.
I once longed for your touch,
The sweet, soft warmth of your hands,
The silent thought of romance.
Now I feel your touch.
I once longed for you,
To meet you and know you,
To hear you and feel you.
Now I have you.
Just one more dance,
Just one more song.
This time I won't let go,
This time I won't let go.
SilenceI am the wind raging on the sun-scorched desertSilence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which sweeps the sand and suffocated those who can not find the way
I'm a sand storm, which destroys the lives
Then silence, total stagnation
I'm the blood that flows from your open body
Rub your dead skin with red spots
I feel your cold and your slipping being
Then silence, total stagnation
I am a wolf howling in the wilderness
who recently lost his entire herd
Until the day will pass finds him shot by fools
Then silence, total stagnation
SoMa - Two More Weeks"Damn it!"SoMa - Two More Weeks5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I pulled my hand away from the burning stove quickly and shook it to ease the pain. "I knew I should have ordered takeout " I then muttered; sticking it under the faucet to cool it off. I was never that good at cooking, and yet for some reason, I kept on doing it. Why? How the hell was I supposed to know? I just did. "So uncool " I breathed as I reached for the phone. But then I paused, looked up at the clock and narrowed my eyes. Right nothing was open. It was the middle of the night "ugh " My eye nearly twitched as I pulled my hand from the water to turn the stove off. I then reached into the cupboard above me and grabbed a bag of chips.
I didn't even care what was in the pan I just walked away, turned the lights off, and threw myself onto the couch. Oh, how I loved that couch. Even though, whenever I'd sit on I'd end up thinking about something I really didn't want to think about. Like Maka. "Nope!" I yelped before shoving a handful