The StickThe Stick9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So frivolous in conception
So obsolete in design
The media has played a role in deception
In this deep addiction of mine
It seems the answer is cancer
And I can not disbar the tar
The obsession runs profoundly
The recklessness is never ending
Although soon I will be resting soundly
With these lungs in no way ever mending
Love In 5 Senses - GabilliamThere's something about Gabe's essence that drives William crazy. It's an intoxicating smell; it's addictive, and he's disgustingly obsessed by it.Love In 5 Senses - Gabilliam5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gabe smells of cigarettes, tequila, coconut, orange, aftershave and some fancy French cologne that William doesn't know. And it's a great, great smell. To him, that is. Anyone else would find it sickening, but he would find it sickening if Gabe smelled of something else.
There's nothing else he'd rather wake up to than Gabe's smoky, tropical smell.
There's something about Gabe's taste that drives William crazy. It's a strong taste, and it's always there. It's always there and William is glad that it is, because he would die without it, as silly as it sounds.
Gabe's lips taste of smoke (a taste William's grown to love) and banana chapstick. Gabe's skin tastes of Gabe. It's the only way to put it.
It's a taste William could never get enough of; something he wishes he could spend the rest of his life tasting.
So really. He loves the w
Clowns and Midgets"Dean!" Sam called urgently. The 13 year old was now trapped in a closet with a stuffed clown. Dean being Dean had, once again, played a prank on his little brother. "I think this clown is haunted! It's freaking moving!"Clowns and Midgets4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I bet, Sammy. Careful, he might claw out your eyes with his teeth." Dean grinned, leaning against the wooden door.
"This isn't funny! I swear, when I get the chance, I'll throw you onto a crashing plane!" he growled.
"Good luck with that. Now please, Sammy, would you mind? I have a sandwich to make."
"Let me out!" Sam moaned.
"You gonna do the chores?"
"Get comfy with that clown."
"Everything happens for a reason, Sammy."
"I'm telling Dad you swore!"
"I'm terrified, Sam, really." Dean drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. The huge grin he'd been wearing since formatting this plan was still plastered on his face. Earlier that morning, Dean had been buying food when he saw the perfect weapon:
A simple, harmless clown.
FrustratedPlease,Frustrated7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you now, help
Lend me an ear, hold my hand
I've been wrong, I know. No need to point out, this choice I made
A missed chance, broken oppurtunity
All this time, you were pretending
So fuck what you said, ignore the tears I shed
Leave my life and forsake my name
I'll be here, in the rain
Hey, Dad Chapter 1John Winchester was a man of few regrets. He did what he had to do and that was the end of it. He makes a mistake, he accepts the consequences. And he certainly never second guessed a high paid job to interrogate a murderer.Hey, Dad Chapter 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Today, however, was going to have John REALLY doubting his instinct. 23 year old Meg Silverman sat bound to a wooden chair, lazily boring her gaze into his turned back. The petite fugitive had committed over 30 murders over the last 5 years, firstly road truckers she hitchhiked from, then dangerously moved up the food chain to killing an enemies loved one, or in a criminal or thug's case, valuable asset, the reason John had been hired by "Azazel". Meg had made the mistake of murdering the crime lords best assassin. That, and she had had hold of a hard drive full of "need to know" information.
"What's wrong Johnny? Little timid to try your tricks with a pretty little girl like me?" Meg's voice held steady with sarcasm.
"No, your pretty much the same as every skeevy
HeedingHeeding4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Dragon Age 2
Character pairing: F!Hawke/Anders
Disclaimer: Rated T for language and mild sexual content.
As far as he's concerned, the world is two women.
And one of them is dying.
She's been propped against her sister for the past hour, unable to stay upright on her own. Wil is urging sips from a magic-cooled flask but Bethany refuses for the hundredth time. Were it anyone else, Wil would have downed the entirety of its contents herself just to prove a point. Bethany, though, gets infinite patience and a strong arm around her thin shoulders.
Anders can see those shoulders shaking, even at a distance. He can see the way every breath is a battle won, and the way her plain, pretty features are being distorted by the creeping corruption within her blood.
Worse yet, he can feel it crawling through his veins, too, an oil-slick and corrosive reminder of the cost of his freedom. Freedom that wasn't free at all, something he'd tried to convey t
Life IsI wanna jump headfirstLife Is6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the ocean
and let the water rush over me,
cleansing me of my
But you stop me,
your hand on my arm,
I can't breathe without
I feel the sand
between my toes
and my heart drops
because I'm torn between you
I wish I could say goodbye
but all I can think about is
how beautiful your eyes
were when you said
The Harshest GoodbyeReality had struck, the inevitable had beganThe Harshest Goodbye7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A story was about to end, and it would end by his hand
It will indeed be difficult, breaking up was never easy
Nothing was as painful as setting a loved one free
Cause the longer it would last, the harder it will be
Loving you was a gift but to your love I'm unworthy
Of all the things you've done, all I did was throw them away
Under this cloudy sky, our love will be a part of yesterday
Down on my knees, I will say to you my last goodbye
Save yourself from me, I don't deserve to make you cry
cirrus boydear cirrus boycirrus boy6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i'm not going to pretend that i understand or even have an empty hand for you to hold on to; i've stopped lying now, like you wanted me to. i understand nothing, to be sincere, but starting from the beginning would be foolish, as it all originated from the end.
i never understood how your mother could leave you without a goodbye; from what you told me, she even missed out on hello. and i don't understand how you didn't cry when she told you that her tumor was outgrowing her heart, but that it never would outgrow you. i would have shed tears in the hope of them dying and getting reborn into something stronger; anything that didn't spell cancer. when the first prognosis came, you were panting harder than your chest could bear. and i remember i couldn't hear if you were laughing or trying to suppress tears, but i knew that inside you were a wounded animal.
but a compass will only lead us north
the signs were obvious, and you were a blind guide
ConstellationsDistanceConstellations7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stood between us.
we fought for years.
and day out
our own hands
it was each others
A single star
was our focal point.
The heavenly body
where you and I
fixed our eyes
the same sky
our souls become
We bridged the seas
and conquered the world.
We passed through mountains
and crossed the vast sky.
And as I look
at our star,
our bright Orion,
I wrote your name
on the heavens
and closed my eyes
For at the other side
of this world of strangers,
in you I found a home
because on our star
beside our names
you wrote the word
XXXWe are the secretsXXX7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your car.
is our sofa.
is our mattress.
with the steering wheel
left and right
as we shared
the driver's seat.
you stepped on the brake
because I kept
your hand crammed
for the shift
because I kept
You are the key
The spark plug
my gas ignite.
along my highway
like an F1 driver.
at the curves.
at the straight paths.
This is our
as the traffic light
on the street
before my house
you plant a kiss
on my forehead
and watch me
exit your car.
our story ends.
our story starts.
I lie to myself.
and my kids.
Nothing but the love
of the flesh."
I am your automobile
And you are
my spare tire.
Self Induced SolitudeI am all aloneSelf Induced Solitude7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With no one to talk to
With no one to laugh with
With no one to share my life
Yes I am a poet
And these words
are my emotions
But these lines
to express my solitude
I am all alone now
I have pushed people away
Gone were the days
when I can talk to anyone
when I can look at a friend's eyes
without the feeling
of being avoided
I have isolated myself
by falling in love
with my closest friends
My happiest memories
were my biggest mistakes
But was I selfish
when I thought
that I could make them happy
when I believed
that I could be the best man
that will ever hold their hand
Was I a fool
when I thought that our love
would endure all hardships
Was I stupid
when I fell in love
with my best pals
Was I blind
to not see
that a love
that began from friendship
would be the end
of that friendship itself
I live in seclusion
with these words
as my friends
with these lines
as my escape
and this poem
as my tears
voicebox uglies.addiction.voicebox uglies.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she scribbles the word into her
left hand, ties it to a heartstring
and flyflyflies it like a kite.
her eyes are a powdery-blue tear
stained mess. she can`t take more
steps. quiet words crawl up to her
and enter her skin through her toes,
she is a mess.
her routine is simple. broken,
fixed, broken, fixed. lose more
pieces of yourself. break again.
be fixed by pretty words that
promise you no more hurting
and you`re okay, and i love you
and am not going to lose you.
she can`t. she is pushpushed and
keeps up her running. the words
dry her mouth, and her fingertips
are tired and
she feels worn down, but she feels
like she is not doing enough.
powder blue runs through her. through
hair, and oceans that run underneath
paper skin, and eyes, of course. powder
blue leaks out of her and turns red,
and clear, and rainbow, and sunshine.
she falls into routine, again. cry, stop,
cry, stop, cry. she hates routine. she
hates everytimes. she is tired of a
Dirty Little SecretUnderneath the sheets, I collapsed in your embrace.Dirty Little Secret7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No time to spare, against the clock it was a race.
In a few minutes, the sun will greet the morning.
Now that we have merged, we must quench this longing.
Such a sweet serenade, our hushed moans filled the air.
Placid was the room before we explored each other's lair.
Innocence we shattered as our hormones erupted.
Racing against sunrise, our senses got more excited.
Early morning ritual, we knew that it was soon over.
Denied of another round, Little Daisy needs a new diaper.
Once Upon an OctoberI loved you once upon an OctoberOnce Upon an October7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when millipedes curled up tight
and hid under fallen leaves.
We walked hand in hand in the rain
and wrote our names in the sand.
You loved me once upon an October
when the heart that beat against
your ribs was not yours but mine.
You loved me with coffee-flavoured
kisses and drew hearts on my palms.
We loved once upon an October
when the smell of you still stained
my skin/my soul/my self/me.
We tied knots on a string, one for
each day that passed us by, and found
October didnt last for long.
Our Little Hinata Our Little HinataOur Little Hinata7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Back in the days when they were all young genen they had both agreed Naruto Uzumaki was the loudest most annoying ninja they had ever known. Well, except for Shino who had told Kiba many times he was a close runner up. No one could give a headache faster than Naruto. Shino actually told him one day that just five minutes around Naruto and he could swear his kikaichu were having their own version of a bug migraine. Every time Kiba saw Team Seven he would point out to Shino that he actually felt sorry for that unemotional stuck up Sasuke Uchiha. Even with all of his hyperactive annoying ways the boys started noticing their little Hinatas odd behavior around Uzumaki.
Why is she acting like that in front of the loud mouth? Kiba asked Shino one day after watching Hinata turn bright red and run off after they had bumped into team seven and that annoying pest Naruto.
CloseShe only let him start it in the first place because it was taboo. If their families werent so close that they wouldnt like it, she never would have touched him. She had what might be called a strong sexual appetite. Until it started, she hadnt known that his basic animal instincts were just as strong. He was supposed to be like family to her. Hed sit and talk easily to her parents about his family and his education, just like he had always done as a child. But he wasnt a child anymore, and neither was she, and no one seemed to realise. That was what made the whole thing so damn irresistible.Close7 years ago in General More Like This
It wasnt incest, not a bit of it, but it almost felt that way. She enjoyed the secret meetings, lying to her parents, saying she was seeing a friend and then going to him. Usually they stripped noisily in the dark, only catching faint glimpses of each others
to put things simply.You sing in your sleep but when youre awake youto put things simply.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
barely whisper. You feel out of place and talk with clumsy
words and awkward smiles but theyre still
smiles and arent they just beautiful?
I bet the gods plucked feathers from their
wings and stirred it well so it was smooth and soft
as silk. I bet it would be thick but light and dyed
a darkdark brown like chocolate or the soft soil
where a beautiful flower grows and glows and
never dies. I bet they poured that on your head
and in your eyes and fed you warmth but I actually
just think you were born like this.
Your vision is absolutely amazing but you
need to wear glasses. Do they fog up?
I dont think you know how much
you can really see.
Your handwriting is sort of sloppy but
your mind has been crystal clear, maybe you
just cant express it. The shadow puppets are
barking back and you dont get it.
Hurricanes blow your way and I feel the tenacity
and humidity of your pain but you dont pan
Love in Different Time ZonesI.Love in Different Time Zones7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smoke on the chimney reminds me of our past
Traces of what was once
A burning desire
Me, spending holiday evenings
Beneath the sheets of your sanctuary
The sound of the evening rain on my roof
Reminds me of your heartbeat
Which used to lull me to sleep
And the raindrops,
The tears you cried till they melted my heart
Your hair was my utopia
The scent of ambrosia
Filling me up
And leads to a state
Of sentimental euphoria
Your collarbone was my poetry
And you were living rhyme
From which I knelt
And set dreams and desire free
As I sat beside the fireplace
I saw your grace
Dancing like the flames
And it burned me deep inside
Knowing that no matter how much
I wanted to touch u
I would end up scarred
But you didn't know
The more you took restraint
The more you set me ablaze
For I wanted you to be my wonderland
Your palms would have been best for support
And your tongue,
The gate of
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
Enter SuburbiaEnter SuburbiaEnter Suburbia9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
New town, new beginnings.
If you keep starting over, you'll never get to the end.
You drive down a road. You swear you've driven down the road half a million times before. After a while, all roads look the same.
You drive off into the distance. Into who-knows-where, really. The asphalt you're cruising on feels the same and looks the same from any angle you can think of. Sometimes, the view gets so repetitive, it's almost like looking at a picture not moving at all.
You know you don't want to be here. You don't want to feel the almost-melodious bumps from the car's faulty suspension under your seat. You'd rather sit down. Just sit down. Amen. Is that really so hard?
It's become like a routine, almost. It's like brushing your teeth twice a day. It's like flossing. It's like drying your hair after you take a shower.
You start feeling like one of those monkeys they send into space. You do what you're supposed to do. No questions asked. One of those space monkeys launched int
A Timeline Called RegretAt age 15A Timeline Called Regret7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I looked at you
with how pretty
with each other.
was the first poem
that I wrote
were the first roses
that I bought.
At age 16
I held your hands
as we walked
We talked about
and the places
we will go to
once we enter
was my worst fear
but you assured me
that I would still
see you in the future.
we watched a movie
and I gave you a card
As we ate dinner
I was at a lost for words.
to be a lovely lady.
a great silence
with a bottle
At age 20
I asked you
You said no.
You were committed.
And at 21,