Ke$ha LolitaWake up in the morning feeling like lolita
Grab my headband and I'm looking like one sweet senorita
Before I leave, brush my teeth, with a cup of tea
Cuz when I leave for the day, I'm coming back by three.
Covered in lace and bows, bows
Collar looks like a rose, rose
Trying out another sweet pose, pose
Pour another cup of tea, tea
Pretty to the highest degree, gree
Trying to look a little bit cla-ss-yyyy...
Got a parasol to boot
I'm gon' play
Til they take my dolls away
These white gloves
But when push comes to shove -
[more random howling]
Alright, that's okay, so I'm not a lolita,
Just another trashy popstar sucking down margaritas
And though my songs are really crappy, they're what everyone wants
So this is all you're going to hear at your after hours haunts.
I'm talking 'bout
Singing 'bout getting plastered
Using up people faster
So many tricks I've mastered
Na-na, I'm going til I'm out of ideas
The Paper Ghost Throwing down her pen in frustration, the Author cried, 'What is it you want?!'The Paper Ghost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy standing in the doorway wrung his hands in embarrassment, 'I want a story...'
Exhaling deeply, she studied him. Her gaze ran over his soft hair and the slight iridescence of his skin. She noted the odd way that the boy appeared to shimmer like a haze of heat. His eyes were deep and brown, and his lips played the tune of a nervous smile.
'I cannot give you a story,' She said brusquely, 'I am all out of stories! Look at me! I am hollow, I am gone, I am nothing! You want a story?' The Author paused whilst he nodded, 'Then go out and live! Breathe the air, god knows, I wish I had that sort of freedom. Draw pictures, play music, live your life! Drink the nacreous waters of freedom, break out of the words that chain your mind. I am a human, like you! I need time to myself too, and I cannot always be a source of your entertainment.'
BlindI was blind.Blind5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not in my eyes, but in my heart. I never fully understood what my child was becoming until it was too late, far too late. There were signs, of course, hints of her true nature, but I was blinded by the love I felt for this child who had become my own.
Blinded. Blinded by love, blinded by beauty, blinded by the utter wickedness of this sweet little girl.
Looking back, I curse myself for not realizing sooner what she truly was. It all seems so obvious now. But thenthenwhen she was growing upit was not so. For who would suspect that such a pretty little girl could be planning such things?
And she was a very pretty little girl. I would dote on her for hours, placing jewels round her neck and ribbons in her hair. I adored her hair. It was long, and smooth, and shiny brown, and I would sit with her by the fireplace and comb it long into the evening.
Once, as I was doing this, she twisted in my arms and faced me. "Mama," she said, in that sweet voice that all yo
Once Upon A December The Summers Mansion was a stunning venue of prestige and wealth every day of the year. But tonight tonight, it seemed almost magical. The gentle candle-lit halls glistened in the reflections of the seventy-five chandeliers and the expensive glass vases bought from Master Summers expeditions abroad to the finest world markets. The silk tapestries of historic events and thousands of family portraits hung as a constant reminder of the family heritage. The second floor ballroom was filled with glamorously dressed dancers, esteemed guests and uniformed musicians who worked the bows on their cellos for hours on end, producing more and more music for the gowned ladies and suited gentlemen to swirl about each other in fluid unison.Once Upon A December6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The snowstorm outside was long forgotten as the main fireplace roared and crackled heartily, men stood chuckling as they held wine glasses loosely in their hands and their wives chattered
The Symphony of The Deaf'There is no such thing as a true love story,' sighed the girl, 'There is only tragedy or farce.'The Symphony of The Deaf3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her friend looked up sceptically, 'You've been reading too much Shakespeare,' he said.
'No...' she murmured, 'I've been watching too much of the real world.'
The boy stood up, and began to pace, 'Reality is a lie, it's an overly used and neglected cliché of a half truth. To find the lovers you so clearly seek, you have to turn to something more obscure...'
It was the girl's turn to look doubting, 'More obscure...?'
'More obscure,' pointed out the boy, 'But more true. Look at the sea and the sky, they have never been parted. Every day they mirror each other's emotions from speckled pink innocence to a bloody red lustfulness. The two of them are locked in a continual embrace... have you ever seen a more well suited couple?'
'And yet they have such spiteful, growling arguments,' the girl fiercely objected, 'The sea lashes out and abu
TT: One of YouOne of YouTT: One of You7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dont, Wally, Jinx said softly as she unlocked the door instead of letting him vibrate them through it. Just dont. Please.
He followed her into the darkened apartment, not even blinking as she steered herself blindly to the bedroom, then through it to the bathroom. The door was closed and locked before hes even locked the front door, something that was rare for the young man who once known as Kid Flash. Kid, no longer, he was already assuming the mantel of the flash from his uncle with a near open invitation to join the Justice League the moment he tired of work as a Titan.
He wouldnt, Wally knew, not without Jinx, and there wasnt an invitation for her. Yet. If he had his way shed be one of the most honored heroes, a girl who turned away from an easy life of crime and joined him in the fight against it. It he had his way.
He bent his head to the side for a moment, letting the vertebrae there snap once, then twice, be
Writer's BlockMy pencil moves across the paperWriter's Block4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my mind begins to think.
My hand flows as my ideas form
All while my eyes blink.
As I think of what to write
I start to draw a blank.
My pencil slips out from my hand,
My heart begins to sink.
The clock passes from one to two
I stare at a half-blank page.
I race ahead, stressed for time
A poem trapped inside a cage.
My creativity leaves
From my body all at once.
The lack of imagination
I feel like such a dunce.
The paper lacks poetic beauty
The poem under lock.
I now know I will never finish
With My Writer's Block.
Once Upon a December FanficOnce Upon a DecemberOnce Upon a December Fanfic8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snow was swirling through the air, falling upon the bustling Domino City on Christmas Eve. Kisara walked down the sidewalk, her long white hair catching the matching snow-flakes. He bright blue eyes watched the displays in store windows as she passed. The toy store always had a particularly festive front window. A miniature train set ran on tracks though winter scene; teddy bears were posed as if dancing, being spun around and around to a melody being played; angels were painted in the windows, their wings glowing with the light from within the store.
She smiled and continued walking, the next shop being the game shop. A poster with all the most powerful Duel Monster's cards was posted in the front window, advertising the game. Kisara stared that the majestic white dragon in the background, feeling as if something pulled on memories long forgotten. She missed the little disclai
What Really MattersWhat Really MattersWhat Really Matters3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It came out of nowhere and in the most unexpected way. Ulquiorra wasn't one that rifled through the belongings of others. He was not nosy, and he did not pry into things that had nothing to do with him. But Orihime did have something to do with him, which was why he found it absolutely permissible to read the folded paper she'd so hastily stuffed in her coat pocket yesterday afternoon.
She was hiding something from him, and his curiosity to find out what left little room for dignity in such a situation. Although surprising to most, they had a very close relationship and secrecy had never been an issue between them. Not until now.
Emerald eyes once more scanned the noteno, not just a note. A love letter from a secret admirer, telling of how he's always watched her from afar, admiring her divine beauty and the way in which she could make even the most miserable person smile. How seeing her was the highlight of his day, and every night he hoped she'
-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Prologue]-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Prologue]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The summer wind crept in through the hot lit rays of the sun, which was taken by the seas arms from down below. It blew on the melting earth like a breath of cool bland whispers. Laughter and the sound of the drying sheets on their designated lines swayed with the wind that pushed them. There was nothing here but the subtle happiness of children playing and a content mother pressing the everyday needs of the house.
“Be careful you two,” the mother voice was solemnly chill just like the breeze that continued to be pushed from the sea. “You don’t want the cloth to get dirty again.”
But the children that played with hearts that were leapt from fantasy, did not hear her. They ran and tagged each other under, threw and around the memorizing whiteness.
“You’re never going to catch me!” the girl squealed as she skipped across the lawn but a hand grabbed her wrist so suddenly her play was jolted to a stop. She turned with a loud giggle.
.Scorned Angel....Help me....Scorned Angel.7 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm locked in this place. Tormented and alone. With my head lulling against the soft white fabric of the walls. I'm listening to the screaming coming from the other rooms. The sounds of anguish, hate and lunacy.
I don't want to stay here. Not in this place. Not with these people. They think I'm mad, crazy. But I know that's not true. They are the crazy one's here. Not me.
...Don't judge me...
Just set be free. I promise I'll be a good boy. No more killing, no more raping. No more death at my hands. But please, please. Get me out of here, let me go. I swear I'll change.
...Don't keep me here...
In this crazy place, with the needles. The injections, the pills and the happy, shiny blinding white lights. With the jackets that fit so snugly, and make you hug yourself forever..
..You can't bind me..
Don't you know who I am? You can't keep me here. Me, an Angel of heaven. With my soot black wings, and devilish charm. Ah, but you t
77. TestamentDear heir, whoever you may be77. Testament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My testament is what you now see.
You get all my money, do as you please
Save it or spent it mindless with ease
I am deceased, so why should I care
When you are alive and my lawful heir?
You inherit all I owned before I was dead
After the last line of my last will you've read
Even my corpse is now in your hands
Do as you like, I don't have plans.
Everything material, I couln't care less!
It's nice for a living without distress
But now that I'm gone, I have no need
For any of it. Still for one thing I plead:
Remember me, my heir, remember more than my name.
Remember who I was, remember my glory and shame.
Remember my writings, the stories I told.
Remember the worlds my words did unfold.
Remember the poems that had reached many hearts.
Remember my passion: the written arts.
Classical MusicClassical Music12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can hear the classical music leaking out of the apartment above me. I can feel the tenant shuffling around practicing his waltz with a non-existent partner who just so happens to be the love of his life. I know that he will get tired of his game and shut off the music and then go sit down somewhere and do some unimportant task with his hands to take his mind off of his pathetic life.
He never has any company except for the landlady who will come to visit him when the rent is due. We were supposed to have him over for dinner once, but he never showed up. My parents shrugged it off. I wondered if he had killed himself but then later that night the classical music clicked on. I like listening to his classical music. I lie on my bed and sway my arms like a composer and laugh. We, for a moment, are connected in our dreams; linked by Mozart, Beethoven, Wolfgang, or Bach.
I went out and bought a compilation album of such composers and played it loud enough for the man upstairs to hear. I ho
Of phoenix and butterflyOnce upon a time there was a butterfly who was friends with a phoenix. Together they flew across the sky. The butterfly admired the beauty of the phoenix, its red and golden feathering, the yellow sheen on its wings. Also, the phoenix had a warm and caring personality.Of phoenix and butterfly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The butterfly did not envy the phoenix for its beauty. It knew it was a pretty butterfly, and they weren't friends just because of their beauty.
The butterfly looked very dark. Its whole body seemed to be black, but the wings could shine in every colour of the rainbow, it depended on how the light was reflected.
One day the butterfly said to the phoenix: "You and me, we are different but there is one thing we share, aside the fact that we can fly."
The phoeniy smiled its warm smiled and asked: "What is this thing? Our love for the sky?"
The butterfly answered: "Aside this, too. I ment our past. You see, when I was young, I was a caterpillar. I was grey and hid behind a lost of spikes. I wanted to hide myself even more, I
30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume VWhat's This?30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume V4 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. If there is a writer that may not be listed in this edition, you may wish to read the first four articles in this series.
Lets Meet A Few More of Them:
Crossing The Rubicon by HaveTales-WillTellMassacre of the Innocence by HaveTales-WillTell
:thumb210520431:Three People by CailinLiath:thumb122624592
cute love : tachibana makotocute love : tachibana makoto6 months ago in Romance More Like This
When Makoto kissed her for the first time [Name] felt as if her life was complete. People would probably laugh at her for being so happy for just getting a kiss on the cheek but it was really something special to her.
The upperclassman she loved and longed for, for so long finally returned her feelings properly. Any girl would be happy even if it was something wrong. [Name] remembered how both of them were totally red in the face and how she was shaking slightly because she was so nervous.
It was after school. No one was around in his classroom when she decided to drop by to thank him for the notes he let her borrow. Then it happened. Makoto confessed to her and swooped down to kiss her on the cheek quickly.
He must have been as nervous as she was because the moment he was done he avoided eye contact and looked straight to the side. [Name] felt extremely lightheaded at time because of his action and if it wasn't for a desk that was next to her then she would have p
Angels and Demons - Ch1The following story does not belong to any fandom. It is close to the theory of angels and demons from Supernatural, but the characters are original, and the creation of my idiotic brain. You can only blame me for writing this. Thank you~Angels and Demons - Ch16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Where We Meet...
-- Present time --
It took years to realize what she had done. God did not forgive those who took their own lives but it was too late for being sorry.
She became stronger, fiercer. She had become immortal.
And after a while she found the purpose for her existence: stopping those like the one who was responsible for her damnation. And she did her job eagerly there was a gift in her afterlife: she no longer belonged to the living. No longer had they seen her if she did not want it and it did not matter if the worlds greatest detectives would have been in her tail. She left no sign, no clue she was not human who could have been found.
Her only weapon had been a dagger, which she always kept with
Beauty and the Beast- a horrorChapter 1-Wanderer In The MistBeauty and the Beast- a horror7 years ago in Horror More Like This
A legend has been told, many winters past, of a cold, bloody thirsty land filled with rabid beasts and deformed shadows in the darkness. Superstitious peasants live their brief and meagre lives with fear in the shadows of the Carpathian Mountains. Skeletal cows rot where they have fallen. Starving dogs gnaw at their own paws. Children are deserted by parents too poor to sustain them. Ice creeps through the frigid settlements like a veil of death, claiming the souls of those too weak to withstand it. It is in this vile and festering land that the legend begins
An old merchant travelled along a winding track which skirted the foothills of the ominous mountains. A chill wind blew, filling his lungs with icy vapour, causing him to cough and gasp despite his thick, fur lined cape. A smothering blanket of mist had settled around him. The wispy tendrils trickled like water all about, threatening to ste
DistractedDistractedDistracted4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Green eyes glared daggers at the woman holding back laughter behind her hand. Sitting at the kitchen table, no longer bothering to pretend that she was reading the magazine in her hands, Orihime watched as Ulquiorra stared vacantly at the ingredients set upon the counter.
"It's okay if you want help, Ulquiorra," she teased, uncovering her smile.
In response he picked up a leafy vegetable and studied it, trying to remember how Orihime had prepared it. He would not lose this ridiculous challenge she'd so brazenly proposed. It seemed that after one meal too many in which he required copious glasses of water to wash down the putrid taste, Orihime had finally had enough of him criticizing her food. And now it was his turn to prove himself to her that he could do better. That even a novice such as himself could cook something edible, maybe even appetizing.
But his confidence was all a façade. Especially as he scanned the ingredients laid before him. Separately he could identi
Just a Warning.I might fall in love with you.Just a Warning.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a warning.
I don't know how it works,
Or how far it will go.
But I'll see what I can do
To make you smile,
To make you happy.
Love is so confusing,
No wise words could help this cause.
But, I hope you think I'm beautiful,
That's all that really matters.
And for what it's worth,
No matter what,
I think you're beautiful too.
Our GenerationThe world is such a beautiful place,Our Generation3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People moving at a non-stop pace.
Birds tweet in a sing-song voice.
Kids come to school with little to no poise.
Our generation kind of scares me.
Threats of death, and songs in a bad key.
Rapping, slapping, insults yapping,
All these things are really trapping.
The Earth is beautiful, but no one sees it.
They're too consumed in their worlds to please it.
We try so hard to fix our mistakes,
But in the end we only take.
Let's give a little, give it back.
Let's get ourselves back on track.
We may have to work hard.
Can we clean up our own backyard?
We could be nicer to one another.
We could try not to be a bother.
We could put ourselves in others shoes.
We teenagers have nothing to lose.
Sometimes I worry I'm too old,
Thinking in the past, but present actions are bold.
I'll do my best and see what I can do
To make all my bold wishes come true.
So go on your way,
You don't have to pay
For the happiness and love you find.
You find yours, for I've found