mouthbreatheryou'll call me pretty things because you don't know my name yet:mouthbreather4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today: empty doorways.
i am empty doorways. a prosthetic limb with vermillion coated oceans oozing from beneath my kneecaps, and you'll say you love me as you swim in the soaking floorboards.
(& i'll call you beautiful as i trace your stained skin with my ivory fingertips. i love you back.)
yesterday: november sunsets.
i am november sunsets. a starry-eyed shoreline, crashing beneath the supernovas, and washing your feet as i drag you closer to me. after that you'll show me your split lips and touch them against mine.
(& i'll touch yours back, and tell you november sunsets can't compare to you.)
i am honey. the sweet on your lips and the rays of daylight smothering your chest and warming your heart, and you'll cuddle close to my crinkled denim and fidget with your glow bracelets; then ask to spend every afternoon like this, on the bleachers.
( & i'll say yes and then brush your hair be
The WindowWe stood like two statues near the window, your hands carefully holding my waistThe Window4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops touched the tormented pavement, following those same cracks they always traced
As we watched a cat climbing cars and faces full of misinterpretation
We smiled and read each other's thoughts, our usual way of communication
The back of my pale neck sensed the shadow of your hair
I could imagine us in a million light years, still standing over there
The very moment resembled breathing: natural, eternal and complete
Earth seemed to fade at the horizon and begin right at our feet
Then I slowly turned my head and whispered three questions in your ear
"What are you doing on this human-inhabited planet then, my dear?
Why does time seem to chase us more and more each hour?
And will the cardboard birdhouse survive this heavy shower?"
Fingers entwined, eyes fixed on the watercolour sky,
like a softly shimmering statue near a window -
I listened to your reply.
Cracked Jars of Sunshine - Part ICracked Jars of Sunshine - Part I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything had a price.
She wasn't sure when she first realized this. When the bitter thought had slipped itself into the back of her head as a carefully guided needle to helpless little balloon. It may have been when she was old enough to wobble unsteadily on her own bare feet. Back then, her and her mother had been on some remote planetshe couldn't even remember why or the name of itonly that her mother worked hard. Worked honestly. There were other twi'leks with them and she played often in warm sun and the fresh tilled earth worked by her mother and many others. There was planting. There was singing. There was laughter. Half-formed memories of childhood they were; things that during her darkest hours she would reach out with her minds eye and cradle them to her for comfort.
In the beginning, her mother smiled and laughed too. She could almost remember the way her mothers eyes would crinkle when she did. She remembered her mothers stories of her home pl
Don'tHideYourFeathers - AdommyRun! Escape Kill!Don'tHideYourFeathers - Adommy4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My thoughts are constantly fixed on those three words, simple little words that express so much of my inner feelings and hate towards humanity. Every human, every person that walks into the room in which I am caged looks at me the same way, glares at me, asking me silently with their penetrating eyes and minds why I am what I am. I didn't choose to be this, I didn't want to be shackled and chained to the floor because my eyes are different, a mix of tree brown and fire ember or the fact that I had weird scars all over my body or the little yellow feathers laying flat within my blonde hair and near the base of my neck.
There is one human who doesn't stare at me with pure malice in his face or beautiful blue eyes. In fact I can tell he finds me somewhat fascinating, when he first visited he was shocked to see such a hybrid creature such as myself, mixed blooded vampire, shape shifter and human. But after the initial surprise subsided he saw me for what I am
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
IfIf you call me the sun,If4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then you're the flowers.
I am only light,
But you reflect me
In a thousand vibrant shades.
If you call me a masterpiece,
Then you're the painter.
I am only canvas,
But you give me color and depth,
Clarity and life.
If you call me music,
Then you're the singer.
I am only notes on a scale,
But you give me voice
In a sweet, clear melody.
If you call me your heart,
Then you're the soul.
I am only muscle,
But you help me to beat
In strong, steady rhythm.
If you call me an angel,
Then you're my faith.
I am only ethereal
But you give me form and purpose
To protect what I love.
If you say I make you whole,
Then you're the better half.
I am only a small part of you,
And it's who you already are
That makes us perfect.
NaNoWriMo Text Prompts 81.) He always grew misty eyed when he heard the bagpipes, it reminded him of her, of the stories she would tell of her home and the endless green hills. It didn't hit him until he put his hand down on her head stone, his wrinkled and age spotted hands pale against granite--that he was hearing them in a graveyard. Sharply, he jerked his head upward to the rolling fog creeping in.NaNoWriMo Text Prompts 83 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2.) You know...when you were Queen of the Dead it was really damn hard to get a prom date.
3.) They all gaped at the knight as he emerged from the gigantic cave unscathed, unmarked and un-burnt with his encounter of the dragon. Behind him, tongue rolling out happily and each step causing the ground to tremor came the dragon: faithful as a dog. Jaws gaping and eyes wide, they crowded around him and begged him the secret of how he tamed it. He laughed and smiled charmingly, telling them even a Knight needed his secrets.
Later that night as he lay on his pillow, his wife's arms around him and nearly drifting aslee
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
The Freakin' Perfect DeviantThe Freaking Perfect DeviantThe Freakin' Perfect Deviant4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I had a lonely childhood so I'm obviously a perfect artist.
My art is full of inner pain from being a total outcast, ain't it obvious?
I'm the one and only sad one out of all you boring happy deviants, so respect my art like it was GOD because I'm just worth it that much.
So your mom was beaten into a coma? I was left out of DODGEBALL in the 6th grade!
No child should ever endure that; so suck it up, you pansy!
I don't comment on anything unless my characters and stuff is in it.
Screw other artists' hard work; it's their fanart that I drool for.
My stories are the one and only and the addicts long for more of it.
Worship me, thy villagers, as my DevWatch catches cobwebs.
Don't expect a word for I'm busy; busy drawing more for y'all.
Only MY character can have this feature or sing this song, never mind the song is already copyrighted.
If your wannabe OC's got the same song, then I will sue you for theft.
Only MY character can have that thing, nobody f
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
How to Become More PopularHow to Become More Popular6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Do you know the times when you put in a lot of effort and time into a deviation; however it does not get the attention that you think it deserves? This is a very common occurrence that deviants experience. You would like it if people commented on your work, for example, like expressing their opinions and critiques. However you see that there are very few comments for your deviation. Do you wish that you could do something to make your user page more appealing for other deviants to have an incentive to view your art? This guide might be able to help you by informing you of some simple tips and techniques. And hopefully these tips and techniques can give deviants more of an incentive to view and comment on your art, and possibly watch you also.
If you have some spare money it is recommendable to purchase the subscription service from DeviantArt. A subscription allows for a much larger freedom of activities for your user page. You can make fun polls, more
HORSE FOR SALEOnly a equestrian will understand.HORSE FOR SALE3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Event Prospect: Big Fast Horse
Dressage Prospect: Big Slow Horse
Hack Prospect: Pretty Color
Sporting Prospect: Short Fast Horse
Camp Prospect: Fast Horse that can turn
Endurance Prospect : Fast Horse which will turn sometimes
Flashy: White Socks
To Loving Home: Only Expensive
To Show Home Only: Very Expensive
Needs Experienced Rider: Potentially Lethal
In Good Condition: Foundered
Free Moving: Bolts
Quiet: Lame in Both Front Legs
Dead Quiet: Lame in All Four Legs
Good in Traffic (Bombproof): Lame all Round, Deaf and Blind
Loves Children: Kicks and Bites
Pony Type: Small and Hairy
Arab Type: Looks startled
TB Type: Looks Terrified
Quarter Horse Type: Fat
Warmblood Type: Big and Hairy
Draught Type: Big and Exceedingly Hairy
Easy to Catch: Very Old
Must Sell: Wife has left home and taking kids
All Offers Considered: I am in Traction for 6 months
Reluctant: Sale Comes with Title Deeds to Sydney
Internet ConnectionWhen we typed those very first words,Internet Connection8 years ago in Ballad More Like This
how could we possibly have known;
our words would bring us so close
and this beautiful love would be sown.
The words we exchanged as friends;
made their way into our hearts.
Then they became words of love,
with hopes and dreams to impart.
How can you fall so much in love,
with someone who you have not met?
Because it is the words which reveal,
the heart of a person on the internet.
Your words made it so easy for me,
for your heart and soul to perceive.
And when love is based on words alone,
falling in love isn't so hard to conceive.
I don't need to see a picture of you,
or to even hear the sound of your voice.
As it is the person who you are inside,
which made you my dreams only choice.
Our hearts traveled towards each other,
and bridged the gap between the miles.
There is no distance between two hearts,
when it's your love that the bridge compiles.
Gravedigger - TwoGravedigger - Two7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The calm of the moon
Perin enjoyed the rest of the week. No one in Erdhanger died, no landscaping was asked for and no one commissioned any work for Graves' chisel. This would normally have been cause for worry, for quiet periods meant poor eating. However, the mysterious business offered them by the Prigon Kesairl allowed them both some leisure.
Graves relaxed by taking a sickle to the overgrown grass around the older graves. He even polished some of the stones, removing moss and lichen that had built up since the last time he had been given the time to maintain his little town of the dead.
Perin spent his time walking in the hills around Erdhanger, avoiding the higher paths and forests out of a mild fear of raveners, the large, lupine animals that reportedly hunted there. The worst he saw while on his treks through the close hills were true wolves, and they were always far off.
The village sneered at his strange new habit of walking the hills, for it was something that no
Gravedigger - OneGravedigger - One7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
And after the storm
The body of Rafell the Magistrate lay in state beside the hole he was soon to inhabit. The family, of which there were few, and the friends, of which there were even fewer, had already deserted the graveside. They left Graves and his apprentice to nail down the lid and lower the Magistrate into the earth.
Rain was falling. Graves glanced up at the drab, weeping sky. 'Rain's puddling. Good wood that. Going to spoil fast, mind.'
His apprentice gravedigger nodded simply to acknowledge that he had heard.
Graves shook his head, looking left, down the slight incline of the hill towards the great iron cemetery gates, through which Magistrate Rafell's nearest and dearest had hurriedly left, encouraged by the first heavy drops of rain.
'T'aint right, Perin, my boy. Family should wait 'til the departed is proper interred. T'aint right for them to leave like that.'
Perin said nothing. He was not a dramatically intelligent boy but he knew enough. He knew enough abou
The Secret of EddThe Secret of Edd9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, Edd, Eddy, or any of the other kids from that show, Peach Creek, or the surrounding area—but as this is an AU story things wil vary anyway. Any characters you don't know from the show are either my representation of alluded characters or ones of my own changing or creation.
The Secret of Edd part 1
Date: July 31st, 2001
Eddy walked along the sidewalk, seeming bored. He kicked a can into the road, then slumped onto the ground and leaned against the fence. Looking around, he saw an empty cul-de-sac surrounding him.
"Hello?!?" he yelled, then listened to the echo. Silence fell again, and he muttered, "Jeez, where is everybody?"
Yells erupted form across the street, and squealing followed. Eddy ran over and looked at Rolf. He was running after Wilfred when he noticed Eddy.
"Hello Ed-boy. Why do you look so blue?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Huh?" Eddy said, looking puzzled
Internet"Excuse me. It's really not that funny. As I said, it's raining in my laptop. It's half-rusted already. There was a puddle of water under it when I came home."Internet4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the other side of the phone, the IT specialist was trying really hard to muffle his laughter. He wasn't doing too well.
"I'll " he choked " I'll definitely ask the entire department about this. Maybe they'll have a clue. I " he chuckled and hid it in a cough. "I'm sorry. Horrible cold. I've never heard of anything like this before."
"But the others also promised to come back to me with solutions. They never did."
"I'm sorry, sir. Your problem is waaaay beyond my area of expertise."
The IT expert was hanging up already, but Mike could hear, just before the final click, a cry of long-suppressed mirth. "Get 'im a shrink!"
Mike looked at the laptop. The couch was soaking wet under it. The USB side was starting to show a reddish tint of rust. He sighed and plucked the internet cable out. A few remaining water drops
Because of You"Are you all right?" He asked, I could hear the worry. "Do you need anything?" I didn't need to open my eyes to know that he was probably standing there, brows wrinkling suddenly and a small frown of concern.Because of You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"M-hmmm", I answered the first. "M-m," I hummed for the second, shaking my head. I could smell themthey were bright, sunshine, daisies of love and leaves of laughter. In comparison to the no-smell of hospital sheets, the chill of sterilized things, they stood out in the room like fire in the rain.
"I brought you"
"Flowers," I said, opening my eyes. Now a days, I can see shapes sometimes. If I tip my head up and a bit to the right. If I look at things askance, I can still pick out shapes. I can't see his face anymore but I know his shape. It's imprinted in the bed of my mind and in my heart. And even though I can't see his face, I remember the way his eyes glitter-glowed with a smile at seeing me.
"How did you know?" He seemed mor
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
what waits for you in heaveni.what waits for you in heaven4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's winter all the time up there
just for you and your woolen sweater
of too many colors. snowstorms,
the little tempered cherubs
have been watching you all along,
now lie down and spread your arms
into snow angels as you sleep.
it's winter all the time up there,
just for you. imagine:
the tree of life is barren, the birth
of passion fruit delayed
and all laden with snow.
they'll bake you tarts
shaped like stars
and in the oven
you'll believe a Milky Way
is rising with an aroma
just for you.
(imagine that, just cookies and milk)
just for you
i forgot to tell you,
they'll tell you that a lot
just for you:
a snowglobe vacation spot-
you know, when the day's forecast
is either a shake of the sphere
or a silent night by a candle.
hair that flows all down your back
and a river by which you may brush it,
a sidewalk made not of gold,
but of your own birthstone.
god remembers those things, you know.
just for you
as if there was anyone to
It's Like AmenIt's like this.It's Like Amen5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You wait up night after night, sitting next to a father who doesn't notice whether you're alive or dead - not because he doesn't care, but because he cares too much.
You lie in a bed that's not yours, three hundred miles from home at three o' clock in the morning, the words "fifty-fifty" running through your head like a mantra. You dig your fingernails into your skin so hard that it bleeds, and you almost laugh because you can't feel a thing.
You sit on a sofa in a bungalow on a hospital site shared with five strangers and your father. You're the youngest there by a good few decades, and you hate the toast. You find it odd that you can think such a trivial thought.
The strangers are all waiting, waiting for the same thing you are, but in different ways. You're told to lock your bedroom door at night.
You find yourself wandering around the strange town in the foreign country that's not really that foreign. Same language. Same island. You buy a toy dog for the mama who ca