Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which can never be green
We walk amongst thistles
With safety edges
And in the volcano
We always see
The fire exit
Beware the midnight predators
Which have had their teeth removed
And sit in boxes by the bakery
Where poison smells like danger
And there is a sign to tell us
The sun is hot
This is the derived environment
The overdeveloped weird mass
It is the perfect world
For the proud and the dangerous
On the day that the signs fall
And the plastic façade decays
Here's to the small boys
Who reach out
And burn their fingers on the sun.
Bipolar DisorderBipolar Disorder9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who am I?
Who is this I've become?
Taking their places,
and becoming so numb.
Who's this girl
I see in the mirror?
You know, the one with
and lost eye depths to match.
How can I be
so hostile and cruel,
yet innocent and disoriented
in the exact seconds
of the same day?
Addiction's a bitch,
don't want it,
won't take it...
extremely tempting adrenaline
Don't wanna be
just like her.
You know, the one with
a smiling face
and distorted insides,
only to mesmerize
the true brilliant lady,
which is disguised within...
The KissA kiss isThe Kiss8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought that was beautiful.
So cold, so stern,
one after another, after another.
Your strides make the sound of a faint wind
rustling through tall grasses
as you brush past me.
I smell fire in the brush
Your fierce jaw line,
leaves no room for mistakes;
it would seem to me
the rounded curve of my chin
by your no-nonsense
Yet your eyes, so much kinder
on the tameness of my cheeks . . .
every now and then, I can feel your gaze
rubbing against the fine blonde hairs
of my skin.
Every touch was carefully executed,
every glance, carefully drawn.
My adoration of you came in increments
so as to slowly assure you
that once I did fear you,
but now I can only love.
Permission to speak freely . . .
I wonder if it is given
as you grab my shoulder and pull me toward you.
Am I allowed now
to let love form the teeth of my smile?
we cannot be alone.
A kiss i
Unfundamentals ParodyFANS:Unfundamentals Parody9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nick used to be a fun place
But now we wear a sad face
Since dumb shows have all replaced
The shows we thought we were fun
There's no more wacky wishes
Or Fenton devise glitches
May as well go do the dishes
Cause TV is no fun!
These are the unfundamentals
For us kids and our parentals
Who are now devoid of our favorite TV shows
We're certifiably de-mental
'Cause these unfundamentals
Are the one thing that we all oppose!
I sure hope that Nickelodeon knows!
BOTH (in unison):
All our shows are action free
And full of stupidity
But we are still making money
Everything's fine, far as I see
I just can't help but think out loud
The things my fans had said somehow
Should I let this be allowed?
And lose the shows I've worked on far so long
Have I been wronged? Have I been used?
Should I not let them be abused?
Life and Death of Puppet GirlOnce there was a puppet girlLife and Death of Puppet Girl11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who lived close to the beach.
She wanted to go down to the sea
But it was always out of reach.
In her room by night and day,
Imprisoned by her strings,
She'd wait and sleep and sometimes pray
For the news the sea breeze brings.
One morning when the sun was shining
And the birds were flying high
She heard the distant sound of crying
That was carried through the sky.
The sound of this then grew louder
Until it filled her room
Until her drooping wooden head
Was steadily filled with gloom.
"Why won't this crying stop" she said
"Why won't this go away?"
"I want the crier to drop dead
And not disturb my day."
Suddenly as she thought this
The air became very still
The warm sea breeze moved through her room
But left her with a chill.
Now there was silence where she lay
Imprisoned by her strings
And on her wooden face a smile...
The kind of gift only dying brings.
exclaimah!exclaim10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
the pound and the thud and the gasp
and the italian gesture
(! - !) verbose
physical - !
of clenched fists and swooping arms
-but this is
the sun !-gloriously! climaxes over the trees
the silent !-scream! of eyes
as they !-beam! and !-shine!
and - !
just - !
isn't it wonderful!
overriding any question
-a state of ecstasy confined to a mere dash and dot
it just is
a jump a dance a song
(the prelude to a smile)
it is the peak!
and the climax!
and !~vibrance!~ herself
but is also an acknowledgement
(in its silence)
of the silence
but that is tomorrow
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal11 years ago in Humor More Like This
The diary of I M Hormonal
So yeah like i kinda fell out of bed this morning (it's a REALLY thin bed) kinda yeah. And like, i wasn't in a good mood (i did fall out of bed) y'see. It kinda all began like.... y'know (getting to the point quickly here), last night where i like... well my girlfriend (well we weren't really going out per say...) is such a whore (not that i'd know of course)...i mean she's my ex now y'know (see previous).
But she sleeps around like (and i found out last night. Tore my heart in two (well not really but it felt like that once the hormones kicked in... except not as painful)) and like, threw it onto the ground (she didn't really do this either but it makes me feel inntelygant) and (i felt really sad) i cried myself to sleep (but i did wake up in the middle of a night for a poopie). She says the rabbit made her feel happier than me (rabbits are sexy i'l give you that), like, i
ComputerComputer12 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
OutmodedOutmoded10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like soft-blip, rhetorical representations with just
enough candor to be passed off as an epic catalog
or am I dribbling a false self-titled endowment?
if I am nowhere am I everywherif I am nowhere am I everywher12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am talking to her saying our roads
will be all that's left; that our avenues
will turn to altars, set in onyx.
look what we remember of Rome,
all pavements and temples
arranged like vertebrae in dirt
that goes on living, full with prayer;
and as I say this, it occurs to me that in a Mexican bar
in Florence I might disappear
to the streets and run, eyeless
through an eyeless crowd,
(take me, Florence! I am a son among these heartbroken stones,
take me from the marble block lift me out!)
to laugh hysterically; she is pulling me,
her warmth comes breathlessly from the air;
we are foreigners,
we are rain. (I am inventing this,
all of this happened elsewhere, another night)
her face turns to laugh illuminated
and everything else wobbling is blue
and forgotten; lifeboats drawn away
from our bodies that are continents
moving full with rice and squash and sins
named in small homes before saints and fire;
listen. I was not there by the long bar
when everyone turned and pulled us
into the st
Cave FishCave Fish13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once I swam, weightless,
In a red-gold sea both vast and small
A sightless cave fish tethered
Light and dark, both were warmth to me.
Once I swam, kicked, spasmed,
A sound like waves, two heartbeats colliding,
And then an inexorable tide pulled me under,
Drew me out, and I began to scream.
My tether cut, my memories poured out
I forgot in the fear of being cold and alone
For the first time.
I forgot and breathed and slept and dreamed,
A translucent veined cavernous sky,
Of liquid breath and lost gravity,
Lost every morning as I woke.
Until one day as I opened my eyes
Morning sun washed the walls of my room,
And I lay there curled around a secret cavern
A Capricorn's dream carried in water.
A tiny earthquake, and blood poured out,
A long slow agonizing geyser, warm and dark,
A first and last time.
I woke and touched my skin, and cried,
The cave fish is gone.
The sunless sea is empty.
Happily Ever AfterI've finally found my happily ever afterHappily Ever After8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suddenly all my dreams have come true
Looking into the eyes of a lover
Finding myself in the eyes of you.
All the obstacles that have come our way
And now we stand tall upon the crashing waves.
On the shoreline is where we finally stay
Looking at the beauty of a dying day.
I've finally found my happily ever after
I've found it in the arms of the one I love.
Never truly thought that this day would come
But now I know it will last forever.
Through the rough times, we've seen a few
But I know together there is nothing we can't do.
Finally after all these years, we finally can stand
You'll always be the one for me. I'll always be your man.
I've finally come to a conclusion
That after all this time we're still meant to be
Now I could not ask for anything better
Than having you here right now beside me.
You are my happily ever after
Not even cold weather or a cloudy day can change
The way I look at you or say your name
You are my happily ever aftera
The Lyrebird and Writing DeskThe Lyrebird and Writing DeskThe Lyrebird and Writing Desk10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a frightening lung,
a not-quite-natural red swell beneath feathers,
that grates like a shaken sack of nails.
This bird is a chameleon
of voices, modulating its shriek
to whatever frequent note might rise
through the trees. Today
its cry has become the gargle
of splinters and split wood:
the chainsaw's growling melody.
In my own climate, adapting
to the shift of pages and their stains,
my voice strains; I almost crow.
Excavation AortaThere's this vein,Excavation Aorta10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
running from the stiff formality of my collarbone
to the melodrama of my jaw.
I think of hoses.
My bones are dead branches, their termite tracks
are messages from my past
in fifteen languages. Most of them make no sense.
The oldest note is blurred in the tectonics
of my skull. It reads "Welcome home."
Blue SkiesBlue Skies10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thine eyes, at night, reply
with glimpses, torrents and throes;
batting lashes as phoenix ashes,
skips of stone on open shores.
Wax to wane to bend friendly,
may this season be neverending:
rain drops on top,
wholesome sun on sole,
the non-stop motion of blossoms.
Thine eyes, at times, defy
all psychic laws,
some physical, too;
there's whimsy, lipstick, demure posture -
BarcodeIt's 6am and we're [ready to fly!]//get going, soldier, get that ass in gear//segue to theBarcode10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
adverts://like so many ants in glass bottles//target Los Angeles 0800 hours//working 5-
9, [minimum wage] hardly buy$ you a//sssofa//these days, lad// [No use] crying over
spilt// blood // [P.s.] //Oh hi darling//[did u hav gd dy @ wrk? Tb x x x] //tested for
electrical safety 09/11/02..//janfeb// M A R C H 2 3 4//[get to work on time] and //earn
$3.50 might even throw in a nickel//for yourself, if you treat me well..//how's about a//
world war//[[little lady?]]//I like the purple//full colour [surround sound] action replay
button//just a-scan the//scan the//scan the barcode //I said [Christ]//did u c th//size of
that thing [barely big enough] to //carry a [coffin]//don't like these newfangled auto-
mo-biles//much rather a sea [burial], dontcha think -eh?//[...nothing...] better than the
f//brain the size of a [planet] and you're still wondering why//[it's raining//men] are so
In Water WritShock and awe word flash hit like a train.In Water Writ10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Text in a shower, on a car
in a collided color-stream,
I don't want to write
the gut-wrench twist
or add a punch into my life: the story.
There is no need to shock and awe,
to scream ladybugs eat babies to girls. Or spew the damaged
remnants of my thought on them. A former love
sits down across from me at dinner, her paper is Entertainment
and I have Business plus the News, same writers, a different twist, the scream
twists at my lip.
I wanted to scream last night
to get the fuck out at those drunks who had invaded my space.
I didn't. I invited them in, I invited my old love to sit down --
I invite everyone. Everyone is involved.
I wish to howl person removing obscenities,
the way I hurled the door open
shouting 'Who is there?'
I wanted to scream: fuck.
I put pen to paper and write
like a sack of wheat on the doorstep of tomorrow.
I continue the
There is a whisper in my brain that I
TFA: Reprogram Shock+BulkheadTitle: ReprogramTFA: Reprogram Shock+Bulkhead5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Bulkhead/Shockwave; mentioned Megatron/Optimus, Bumblebee/Blitzwing, and Prowl/Lockdown
Warnings: angst, AU, bondage, crack!fic, slash
Summary: (Takes place sometime during Human Error.) Bulkhead is about to be reprogrammed
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Main pairing idea came from Yodana. I don't know why, but this pairing appealed to me.
Bulkhead screamed, thrashing against the cuffs binding his arms and legs to a medical berth. Even with his incredible strength, he couldn't break free. He didn't even know how he had gotten into this strange, dimly lit room. After drinking the special oil blend Sari had made, he went to his room with the intention of recharging and then darkness. His optics widened in horror when he realized numerous wires were plugged into his helm.
"W--What the slag?!" Bulkhead yelled.
"Calm yourself, Autobot."
From the shadows, Shockwave emerged, standing over hi
The CordContentsThe Cord10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I. "Tomato Stew"
II. "conversation with the neighbour"
III. "Man in No.3"
V. "On the Road (part one)"
VI. "On the Road (part two)"
VII. "On the Road (part three)"
VIII. "untitled document"
IX. "Motel Room"
X. "Hospital again (insecticide)"
XI. "The Separation"
XII. "Before the Law (timber wolf)"
XIII. "conversation with the mother"
XIV. "another document"
I. Tomato Stew
she's crying away in that little room of hers, what does she want now? leave the
wooden spoon resting on the pot bubbling away limping down the corridor the
screaming grows from a muffle into hi-fi eardrum perforation. she looks helpless
in her confines but I know the stew is going to overflow. tomato stew ambles beyond
lipped edges, rush to the stove turn down the heat, bubbles exhumed with a hiss
leaving chaos on the floor ceiling table drawers cutlery statue chairs and the sink.
but she won't stop the antichrist screaming, i'm late for work and the flo
The Dolomite Man 1.The Dolomite Man10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are openhanded. Of course you are openhanded.
Yours is a more civilized hand than Gods,
a softer hand, a slower hand.
And your mouth discloses the first great secret of the world.
I cannot hear it. It
is a secret for your mistresses and your four wives,
and for your mistresses and your four wives only.
The child will learn it on his own. You may edify him
this way, you may make a lesson out of it
though I will learn close to nothing.
Perhaps how to make my expressions less vacuous,
my hands softer and more civilized,
my tongue-pallet the purer.
Hand me that Madeira and I will tell you
RUBBER TIRES FOR TANNIN! How perfectly
the aftertaste traipses its tails and trains along behind it,
thick, yes, but gone in the creases.
God watches from the library room, envious
and with locusts.
You sat once,
Maybe I'm Just ScaredMaybe I'm Just Scared10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorry, I had to delete this deviation due to personal reasons.
Thank you for all your comments, they are very much appreciated!
AutobiographyAutobiography10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was once a troubled girl
Who was pretty, was slim, was fair.
But no one ever told her this
As no one would ever care.
She took refuge in her lonely room,
And removed her disguise,
Her smile was just an act,
And her happiness all lies.
She didn't want attention,
The fuss she would despise
She just wanted to live alone
In her own paradise.
Almost every day she left for school
The lessons were a distraction.
She didn't answer to the name-calling
She wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
Yet all of the words span in her head,
And echoed in her mind
She just wanted to forget them all
And leave the sorrow behind.
So now she went to her room
And slammed the creaking door,
She lay back and slumped on her bed
And prepared to cry once more.
The tears escaped and flooded out,
Her heart; it bled in vain,
She tried to let her emotion out
In hope to keep her sane.
She wrote in her journal,
Her tears wetting the page,
As all the feelings she had to free,
The writing took an age.
She ripped her w
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