FriendsI tell myself you never loved meFriends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it's easier to face
than the thought that it's possible
to not be loved well enough,
to not be loved enough.
I lay the blame on myself of course,
for faltering too often,
demanding far too much.
It was me, after all,
that watched the years
build up like walls,
that couldn't build
a bring so long.
It was me that fell to my knees
over and over
at the thought
of being abandoned,
and did the abandoning
when I felt so lost.
I'm not angry,
you were not
the man I
that you would never
see me as I saw you.
Peter Pan never really
saw Wendy the way
she thought she'd be seen.
Peter Pan runs wild
with his lost boys,
for more friends,
or a wife.
That's not what he wants,
and who am I to tear
him from that world?
I hope it's a nice world,
even if you don't believe it is.
You've always been like that,
a bit too grim for you own good.
You could never tell
451You were my burning bush,4513 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fire that did not consume.
Please don't let the flames consume it.
What we had, what we made, what I gave you.
Leather bound love,
the sweet smell of ink and devotion and longing.
Keep it, tucked away if you must,
like you do with the bit of my heart you still hold.
I will never consider it a waste,
never the ultimate heartbreak
though we broke eachother in half.
Knowing that I loved like I loved,
that you loved me too
and that we built eachother a fortress of words,
coffee cups and cigarette butts.
Keep it tucked away somewhere safe,
where your children
or your grandchildren
can find it.
I hope one day they do find it
and that they will know
that someone loved you so so much.
That they would have spent fourty years
in the desert looking for you,
walked across oceans to sit at your feet.
If only we had not been so clumsy,
if only we could have taken that leap.
You hate me now,
for slights real and imagined.
A Normal Day In Enies LobbyA Normal Day In Enies Lobby6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Normal Day in Enies Lobby
What I had witnessed in the kitchen, well it was just too delicious to keep a secret! I knew I had to tell someone, and, with that someone in mind, I rushed from the table and flew into the hallway.
Almost crashing into Kumadori who was entering the kitchen, I rushed an apology in his general direction. However, I could hear him call after me, Where are you going in such a haste, Fukurou? And I stopped; I figured I could give him a hint.
Whispering in his ear what I had seen, he gave me a perplexed look. Oh? Is that all?
But this is big, chapapa! I exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down in anticipation. Who knows when this event would end?
Kumadori, who still didnt seem interested, turned into the kitchen and out of my view. Well, that was no problem for me. I still had to find him before it was too late!
Continuing through the large building that was Enies Lobby, I reall
Bath - for vashs-angel“I’m staying here.”Bath - for vashs-angel9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nobody protested. Maybe a couple of mouths opened, but closed again just as quickly.
Maybe Jak carefully chose the situation when to make his statement. But those who knew him felt quite sure that he spoke straight from his gut just as always.
Maybe he had only right then realized what he truly wanted, when he stood there – tense and silent before the fire at the heart of Spargus. Unmoving for a long time, while the flames sent flickering shadows over his features and black smoke cascaded towards the stars. Flames and shadows making him look far older than he was.
Jak said nothing for a long time, even though all around him cries of sorrow and respect rose from the ragged masses. He only watched the flames, dancing around the immobile body in their midst.
Cries at first, but then slowly, another sound – a dry th
The HolocaustStep by Step,The Holocaust10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They march in line.
Hand in Hand,
Do they know
their close destiny?
They will not
Lines are split
into a great two,
depending on things
they can and cannot do.
Strong and skilled
are in line one; others?
Their life is sadly done.
Each a number
owned by others,
There were now
Old and weak
too little you could tell,
were all shot dead
into the pits of hell.
Beat and pushed
to a life of hate,
for many it was too late.
The Land was full of
Blood and tears,
Smells were full of
Flesh and fears.
Many drowned in
like a broken glass.
all were seen a futility,
except their bodies
reused to cope,
Hair for pillows
Fat for soap.
So what is left
for those who survived?
A number on the arm
they were in hell,
but they are alive.
SlipKnoT - To mr. Paul GraySlipKnoT - To mr. Paul Gray5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To wonderful Mr. Paul Gray
Pet name "The Pig".
That left handed wonder.
The best left handed bassist.
The one of the Nine.
Only Eight left behind.
The loved ones, friends...
They miss You.
The world will
never be the same without You.
You gave us a voice,
a place to go to get away
from the troubles in our lives.
You were a dear close friend
and a brother to us.
Who had a special relationship
with your band and fans.
You were a one of a kind person
who can not be replaced.
But. No matter what;
You might be gone but not forgotten.
You left us here but
Your soul is still here with us.
Please, guide us.
Lead us to the better world.
Watch us from the Heavens.
Rock the Heaven
with other wonderful
musicians who had left the World
and gone to the better place.
We all love You
from the bottom of our hearts.
How to start doin commissionsHow to start doin commissions8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv
morte e vidamorte e vida3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A morte significa mais do que o último suspiro.Quando ela chega não é o fim.Um imenso mundo nos acolhe. Um mundo em que nada é concreto,mas nada se escoe; Tudo eternamente ali.
Não existe céu ou inferno, mas a ideia do que ambos são . Neste mundo há dor e felicidade.A dor é diferente .Ela não nasce do toque. Mas do roubo de seus amores. A felicidade é a ideia do céu, são laços eternos e o voo na imensidão.
Seu espírito agora é morador deste mundo, cabe as suas memórias em vida descidir, qual é a sua casa, a dor ou a felicidade.Geralmente os moradores da dor tem agonia tão incessante, que seu sofrimento paira no mundo real, nascendo assim os chamados¨demônios". Os moradores da felicidade, com seus voos rasantes deixam cair penas envoltas em compaixão, delas nascem os chamados "Anjos", seres puros de amor imenso,por onde passam deixam paz e esperan
Killing LolitaTonight I'm killing Lolita.Killing Lolita4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not out of any malice
towards the girl herself,
but in sheer defiance
of the one who loves her.
After all she's just a symbol.
No one will miss her but him,
and he can't have her anymore.
I'm dressing her in lace
in satin and in pearls.
Setting frills around slender hips,
a dress fit more for a little girl.
He always liked that,
I string her up,
cut off every precious curl while
she cries without knowing why.
She hates him as much as I do
but never knew how to escape.
I can think of no better way to free her.
He never could free her,
not even when he tried.
Painless won't do though,
the symbol must suffer,
my little wicker princess
needs to be broken down,
'til there's nothing left for him.
I'll make cuts, slicing
bonds and ties and shackles
'til the lace is covered in so much blood,
'til the poetry based on lies
and the bed
and the walls
and it all
can be drenched in
The blood he bled
and she bled
so many years
My Green ManMy Green Man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rises
and I rise with her,
roaming in gossamer dresses
and bare feet stained with earth
and ashes from my hearth.
I bind flowers
and love knots
in my long hair.
The scent of roses follows me,
and he finds me,
The Green Man.
The beggar prince of the woods
emerges in his leathers
at his consort,
his wild witch.
They called me a goddess, once.
Now no one remembers my name,
but he knows, he always knows,
My Green Man.
He had a name too,
once upon a time,
"when wishing still helped"
as he says.
I like to whisper it to him late at night,
to remind him I still have power.
I wish on the stars I see reflected in those autumn eyes.
His eyes sparkle when he kisses me,
and the world goes soft and white.
He was mine since he saw me,
caught in the fairy ring of fate.
An arranged marriage of the souls,
with Mother smiling down
and a million fairy lights
forever looking on.
If he is the forest
than perhaps I am his sky,
two Gaian spirits
forever dancing that mad
LessonsI.Lessons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always remember to smile,
yes even when you're ready to cry.
Cause someone out there really
needs to see you smile,
and sometimes you do too.
Don't let anyone make you feel
like you're not beautiful, not even yourself.
You don't need other people to validate you,
or to define how you feel about yourself.
Someone out there will always think you're beautiful.
Remember that people love you,
and that you're never really alone.
Someone loves you,
someone needs you,
and not everybody will leave.
Your life can't be controlled by the fear,
no matter how much it chews at you,
it can't be controlled by the pain,
even when it's hard to breath, or move, or feel.
I can be clean enough, no matter what your head says,
and trust me, it can be conquered, and it can be beautiful.
Believe in yourself,
Believe in God, or at least the Divine,
Believe in humanity,
Believe in magic and all the things that no one else can see.
Believe in love.
Despite what rule five says,
Petite Rose au JardinPetite Rose au Jardin3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Petite rose au jardin.
Petite rose au jardin, ton temps déjà compté,
Ta tête sur ton cou, quand ta tige chancelle,
En cet ultime chant du bruissement de tes ailes :
Métronome arrêté de ton temps écourté.
Oh Rose juste née! Quel feu déjà te brûle,
Petit bourgeon éclos au jardin des partout?
Tes beaux et longs cheveux, et puis, plus rien du tout ,
Com' dans la nuit soudain, un klaxon qui te hurle!
La chimie t'étourdit, et vacille ton ciel
Où n'a plus ses couleurs, tout là-haut, l'arc-en-ciel ;
Au jardin, au jardin, tant de beautés se meurent!
Quand il pleut le malheur, les petit' roses pleurent
Dans ce sombre pays de froide Leucémie,
Là, où la vie, hélas, n'est plus du tout amie!
fuckfuck12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fuck your little smile
and your teasing little eyes
fuck your tender touches
and fuck your little lies
fuck everything about you
everything that drew me in
the reason why im drowning
the reason i cant swim
you said you\'d fucking be there
but you werent when i needed you most
fuck your petty excuses
to me youre just a ghost
a spirit that wont leave me
or give me fucking peace
all i want is your arms around me
and for that im losing sleep
you just keep denying me
of the love i know is mine
im desperate cuz i need you
where do i draw the line?
i love you but i hate you
and for that i say fuck this
refusing me everything ive given
ignoring my only wish...
'Till you return - artist?I stare at my reflection'Till you return - artist?6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I dont recognise the face
No smile appears in greeting
No handshake or embrace
For now I stand in silence
I dont know what to say
You forgot to give me back
My heart you stole away
And now I stand
Out here alone
Waiting for the sound I want to hear
And though I know
It will not come
I will not move
Till you return
I wish that I could run away
From what should be the past
But I know that it shall haunt
The time I have to last
Moving onMoving on4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Infected soul,a mind possessed by hate and hunger
Only gods know your pain and sorrow
you just need to keep moving on(moving on) forwards
all this chains around your neck, all this scars upon your hands
are a reminder of the pain, the lost, all the people you have trusted
All this hate in your mind, all the feelings you kept inside
bursting out like thunder, I know you want to run away(please stay)
no matter where you'll go, this feelings will hunt you down, like a knife throught the chest, like a punch to the face
IT HITS YOU!
The pain,all the tears you cry in vain
it will never be the same,but you must keep moving on(moving on)
you said no one will help you,nobody cares,
but I do(I do!),just let me hug you and erase the pain
it's no shame, because you and I are the same.
Prisoner of My MindBEEP! BEEP! BEEP!Prisoner of My Mind5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ugh... Another day... Now to shower (shave, shampoo and then soap), dress (bra, deodorant, blow nose, panties, pants, socks, shoes, clean ears, brush teeth, put on make-up, put on shirt, and then brush hair).
All ready! Lights all out? Check, check, check.... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Gotta check again... Check, check, check... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5... It's good, Alyssa, it's good! No, no.... I have to check again... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Okay, I'm going to be late, I have to go! All right, I'm going... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Wait, I forgot something... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Finally! I'm leaving! Is my speed okay? Check, check, check... It's okay... How about now? Check, check, check...
O.C.DObsessive thoughts rage throughout the mind.O.C.D5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Worries and fears only increase with time.
An unwanted intrusion of an unbearable kind.
A silent head is a thought sublime.
But it does not end on a mental note.
Compulsions will follow, and all your time you'll devote,
To satisfy them every single day.
When others ask "Why?"
"Because I have to," you'll say.
To fulfill a need, to create order,
That is just part of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
Magical Mary Sue AdventureSUPER SPECIAL MAGICAL MARY SUE ADVENTURE TIEM!Magical Mary Sue Adventure6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kaptain Kidd was so super storng. and he just LURVED girls soooo much! (btw: Kid is sew hawwt!!!1) oen day he found this gurl all stranded on an islnad and was all, "Shes so prett!" and then he was alll Killer! Get her on board noaw!" So killer got her on, and then kidd was all, "sh'e spretty!!" and then the girl woke up. who are you? i am captin kidd! who areu? and then she stood up all pretty and puffed her booooobes in his face (I SAID BOOBES! ) and he was all blusihng. then he was like "Yur so pretty! what's yur nam?" and the gloriouus mysterious girl stoof up and was all, " my name is Trixie D. Fancysons! I am 1 of the daughters of D!" but what were you doing ther?" Killer asked her, and hse looked a t him. Flipping her golden currls of hair into the breezey occean like air, she winked and was allll, "Im a castway, ! my father was an evil guy who didnt like me, nad then my mother was always jelouas of my beauty!" "I kan s
Character Quiz :DChose 10 of your OC's. Or ten of your favorite people.(like friends,family,celebreties. Anyone you think is cool.) But you can't chose yourself.Character Quiz :D8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1) 4 invites 3 and 8 to dinner at their house. What happens?
2) 9 tries to get 5 to go to a strip club.
3) You need to stay at a friends house for the night. Do you chose 1 or 6?
4) 2 and 7 are making out. 10 walks in...Their reaction?
5) 3 falls in love with 6. 8 is jealous. What happens?
6) 4 jumps you in a dark allyway. Who comes to your rescue? 10,2 or 7?
7) 1 decides to start a cooking show. 15 minetes later what is happening?
8) 5 is in a car crash and is critictly injured. What does 9 do?
9) 3 has to marry either 8,4 or 9. Who do they chose?
10) 7 kidnaps 2 and demands something from 5 for 2's release. What is it?
11) You get to meet either 1 or 6. Who do you chose?
12) 10 challenges 4 to a chariot race. Why?
13) Everyone gangs up on 3. Does 3 have a chance in hell?
14) Everyone is invite to 2 and 10 weddi
ForgottenI am cold, Im alone frozen to this spot that is not home, I want to escape to get away and have myself a holiday, where are you? where am I? Im so cold I cannot cry, tears will not shed, I cannot fly I lay here at night wishing I was dead.Forgotten5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wouldI am told by the gods,I would3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the stars,
and the knights,
and the cards
that your path
is not my path
at this moment in time,
That it doesn't
if we fight
This is how training must be done
with struggle and hardship,
with tears and with blood
so that we are ready for
horrors to come.
But if I could defy my gods
just this once
I would call you back to me.