I'm So Gladwhen i hear your voiceI'm So Glad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my ears begin to ring
with all the little words and phrases
i'm so glad i didn't say
maybe it's a little cold of me
to never look you in the eyes
but, i can't be that girl again
i'm so glad you didn't stay
Overdose and Romance."Hold me close,Overdose and Romance.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'll swear to never take another dose."
Those words left her lips
and danced through my ears some time ago.
Old memories of her creep into my head.
Her once bright smile,
now a grim frown filled with rot.
Her once oceanic eyes,
now a desert filled with cracks.
I wish I could have believed those words,
but I thought they were just a tainted promise.
The smell of her,
once of plums, now of addiction and death.
All she cared for were fake crystals;
never for much more,
I should have held her close.
I should have believed her.
But I did not,
and now she is dead from overdose.
"Do not fear my dear,
for I am soon near."
These are my final words I say,
and as I raise the gun to my head,
I smile with glee.
For I know I will soon hold her close.
Shattered GirlBrushing her hair, she stares at the moonlightShattered Girl3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eagerly waiting for her love to call.
Tells herself everything will be alright
As she takes refuge inside of it all.
The nights drift by, the pain she cannot take
She wears the mask that fools all the rest.
Breathing nervously her legs start to shake
Holding the phone up close to her chest.
Her smiles resemble a wilted rose
Showing beauty and sadness in one.
Her parents suspect, her suffering shows
Fearing that it's only begun.
Down the hall she discovers the nightmare
Catches her love with a girl intertwined.
Clutching the wall, she falls apart right there
Becoming shattered both body and mind.
The phone it rings and sparks her attention
She hears the words no girl can mistake.
He tells her that she lost his affection
She then pray the lord her soul to take.
Her eyes they pour like fountains of sorrow
Mascara runs down the slopes of her cheeks.
No will tonight, no dawn for tomorrow
Frigidly trembling on tear stained bed sheets.
WillowHer hair is like the rootsWillow3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Which is suiting?
Since her name is Willo
And for most of the night
She kept me firmly in one place
Held me firm
In that little red basement on the east side
The fire burned outside
But the heat came from her
Shifting and changing color
Silver eyes and red lips
This earth child
She sang a song and pushed some keys
With sensuality of a burlesque dancer
And like the forest creature she was
She disappeared consumed by the shadows of trees
And suburban homes
The messenger of some fairy queen
Sent to lend me courage
A Bucket Of WaterI confessA Bucket Of Water3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have killed
Not for self preservation
I have killed with hate in my heart
And I did so with cruelty
There is a dark place within
A monster in my heart
that still stirs
I wonder if it will ever heal
The scar that's deep
A piece of shrapnel
We love as we have been loved
I do not love very well
I remember that poor little life
How I cursed it
Breathed life into it
Nursed it back to health
Only to terrorize some more
Is this what the ancients gods demanded
So easy to sacrifice the innocent and the harmless
Are the gods so twisted and lonely inside
That they demand such things
At least I have the nerve to do it myself
I own my sins
Those big blue eyes staring up at me
Too scared to beg me to stop
Not that it could
Death by dehydration
someone had done the same to me
long before I could destroy
MountainsI'm standing in the valleyMountains8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Up around me are the mountains
Seated there like thrones
My faith is so small
That I can't seem to move em
They stay rock solid..
But why can't I now?
Is it my faith thats wrong?
Or is it that they belong?
Still, so stuck am I...
Staring at the mountains
That I can't see your grace
For the train of your robe
Is filling the heavens
And you are seated on your throne...
StarsStars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's stars in the sky
Way up high
In different shades of delight.
Their rays of light
Sparkle upon the sea.
They dance close and tight
In a midnight fantasy.
These stars go beyong the sea
And high above the clouds
Where the angels live carefree
Above the danger of mortal crowds.
Angels made by God
Are the stars we see.
Their bright lights beam
Upon earthly, shadowed places
And lead the way back up to Heaven.
Thor: SpeechlessTitle: SpeechlessThor: Speechless3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Spoilers: for the Thor comic/Journey Into Mystery, issues #606 on, as well as for The Mighty Thor #1 onwards most especially for JIM #625 and MT #3. If you haven't read those issues, this fic may be a bit confusing. Also, I anticipate that this will be "Jossed" by canon very soon (i.e., by issues #626 and #4).
Summary: Loki must pay a dwarf for a device that will hopefully stop Odin's attack on Midgard and help in the fight against the God of Fear/the Serpent. But what price will he pay?
Genres/Themes: Hurt/Comfort (Loki as the hurt-ee), Family (Loki/Thor/Odin/Tyr), Redemption (Loki, Odin), Angst, slight Darkfic, Fluffy, Issue Tag. WARNING: involves (non-graphic, but still) mutilation of a child (Loki) may squick.
Length: a little over 4150 words / about 12 pages
Disclaimer: This version of Thor, Loki, The Warriors Three (Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun), Si
Thor: Amusement Part 1Rating: PGThor: Amusement Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Spoilers: for the Thor comic, V3 issues #1-12, #600-622, as well as for Mighty Thor #1.
Summary: Donald and Jane do some bonding with Kid!Loki at a carnival, and they come across a strange child with ties to Loki's past. Sequel to "The Oath" (see deviant note below fic for the link.)
Genres/Themes: Brotherhood (Loki/Don, some Loki/Thor), Character Study (mostly Loki, some Don), Angst, Fluff. Sort of a missing scene in that it explains what happened to a certain character whose fate, as far as I know, has not come up in the comic.
Length: a little over 12,250 words / about 42 pages
Disclaimer: Donald Blake, Thor, Loki, Jane Foster, and Sigyn, and The Warriors Three (Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun) and Sif (just mentions of these last 4) © Marvel Entertainment. I'm just borrowing them the way Marvel borrowed from the original myths.
Note: While this story is always in third person, the guide below explains from w
Dear ReaderDear Reader,Dear Reader3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be you female or male
It matters not
You are beautiful
If you are yourself
If you let the real you out
You are ever more
You are one in millions
I emplore you
The real you is
than any mask you can put on
You are something special
There is no word to describe
What you are
There is nothing that can compare
To the magic that is when you're you
Thor: Amusement Part 2Disclaimer: Donald Blake, Thor, Loki, Jane Foster, and Sigyn, and The Warriors Three (Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun) and Sif (just mentions of these last 4) © Marvel Entertainment. I'm just borrowing them the way Marvel borrowed from the original myths.Thor: Amusement Part 23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Note: While this story is always in third person, the guide below explains from whose view each section is:
| ==V== | means the section directly following it is from Loki's POV.
======0 means the section directly following it is from Donald Blake's POV.
............~ ' ~ '@ '~ ' ~............
| ==V== |
Needing to catch his breath by the time he reached the other side of the carnival, Loki ducked inside the entrance to a fortune-teller's tent.
"Twenty dollars gets you ten minutes in which to ask me questions about your future," a voice said behind him.
Turning, he found a woman a bit older than Jane, dressed in brightly coloured, multi-layered skirts, a patchwork vest, a silk
The RoseThe grave sat alone and frail words fading and stone crumbling. Vine-like fissures etch across its face. Isolation marked by overgrown grasses and a towering oak tree, there lies someone forgotten. Tree limbs protectively encase or maybe hide the fragility of the stone from the harsh, crushing grasp of a drastically changed world.The Rose5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remorsefully, I watch that grave as I stand over another. Of all the time I have visited this graveyard, I have seen no one visit the oak tree's gravestone. To sit so expectantly as if its visitor will return any day now must be exhausting. Waiting so long with no pay off or prize, what must that be like? The untimely, unfair desertion of the special memory of one's life tugs solemnly at my heartstrings. Dragging my eyes from the subject of my thoughts, I kneel delicately before the tombstone in front of me the one I had come to visit in the first place. Tracing the curve of the carved, familiar name with my eyes, I r
How I Feel"How I Feel"How I Feel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind that makes me smile
even through tears,
Maybe a light
shining bright like the sun
through the blackest night,
More like hope
thats still in my heart
when everything else is gone,
Just pure smiles laughter and memories,
Along with pain anger, almost hatred.
That's almost how I feel about you.
She doesn't care..."Hey"She doesn't care...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
"I know that look. She has hurt you again. Hasn't she?"
"Why do you keep letting her do this to you?"
"She didn't do anything!"
"Yea, that's why you're all upset right?"
"I don't know."
"You know very well what the end will be of this relationship but you still go on. She is like a poison to you. She is driving you insane. You haven't been the same. Why do you let her do this to you?"
"I don't know."
"God! You're going to ruin your life. "
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, but being with her isn't helping."
"But . I love her." Every letter he said showed how much it hurt him.
"But she doesn't care, does she?"
The words choking him.
"But I can't leave her." With that he walked away.
Question 3: PurgatoryA friend of mine asked me, "Why do Catholics believe in Purgatory?"Question 3: Purgatory3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Okay! Here is a topic I always enjoy talking about for some reason. Probably because it is where I'll end up. Purgatory! Many Catholics and Christians seem to have no idea what on earth that is, and that is probably because over time it seemed like it has been mentioned less and less. I have my reasons why I think that is so, but I am not here to pee people off, so I will not say why!
Alright, so let's cut to the chase. What is Purgatory? Well, to find that answer you need to know what it's name means. Purgatory means 'to purge', or close enough to it. Which means, it is the place where you purge, or cleanse, your soul of any sin so that way you can go to heaven. No, this isn't a 'Get out of Hell free' card.
Let me explain this a bit to those that may be a bit confused still as to what Purgatory is. We all know there is heaven and hell, which I am still not sure if I am supposed to capitalize them or not. Bu
My ColoursMy Colours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the blood shed like a crimson river flowing from this broken body
blood for a thousand generations
A reason for living; the source of love deep and endless like a dream in the deep of the night
The time of harvest when the world unveils its radiant dress of light and life to reveal the serene beauty of change and mystery
I saw this holy life emerge on earth; a life brimming with God's love and compassion
Memoirs of a SoldierLife and Death,Memoirs of a Soldier3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War and Peace,
These are things you live,
Bullets and Bombs,
Death and Dying,
These are things that you see,
With orders to follow,
With blood in your eyes,
You charge into battle,
To defy demise,
Waiting for a signal,
Taut as a wire,
Thinking of home,
Such a desire,
Away from this nightmare,
Away from the war,
Away from this blood,
Away from this gore,
The comforts of home,
No dread of dying,
A place of peace,
Where people are smiling,
If I had a choice,
I would leave right now,
But I took an oath,
I made a vow,
So I am destined here,
Until I die,
The most precious part,
Is that I said good bye.
The Hypocrisy of AtheismI speak purely from my own experiences.The Hypocrisy of Atheism3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I have atheists complain about my "How I Know God Exists" journal. They tell me they are offended by it. Yet when I do my own research on their profiles, they have journals talking about atheism being the only correct belief.
I have atheists complain about Christian signatures, stamps, and deviations. Yet they have faved or created their own in support of atheism.
I have atheists complain to me, saying they don't like me talking about God and telling them about Him. They don't want to be converted. Yet they also spend their time trying to convince me that atheism is right and I see them talking to others and trying to convert them to atheism.
I have atheists tell me that Christians are rude and mean. Yet I've only had atheists cuss me out, personally insult me, give me condescension, quite literally stalk me around DA, give me links to pornography, and bombard me with vulgar sexual comments.
I cannot count the times atheists complain that Christi
MayflyIt's a nudge from the Naiad orbiter that brings me fully to my senses, and, instinctively, I find myself checking my systems. Power from her solar panels quickly floods my own circuits, and I flex instruments and senses that feel like they've been dormant for all too long. Which they have, of course.Mayfly5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wakey, wakey," the Naiad's saying, as I burn through the reports and telemetry my body's feeding me.
Some of my instruments have iced-up, I realise. But that's a minor concern. Everything else is sound.
"Are we there yet?" I reply.
"We are indeed."
"Mayfly, this is control. " The signal's peppered with static, and I quickly adjust for the Doppler Shift.
"Control," I reply. "My IRR lens has iced, but all other systems are go. Telemetry is online." And then I wait. If I had fingers, I'd be drumming them.
I count the seconds as they pass, calculating the signal lag as I do.
"Roger, Mayfly. Your telemetry is good. "
Right on cue.
"Mission is go. "
InsanitySomething deep inside of me is dying to be released; something powerful and strong; the opposite of me. It is struggling in wait; pulling at its chains, desperately seeking fresh blood. Oh, how I can't stand the pain it is causing! It has been locked up for so long; too long! Its claws dig fast into my soul ripping away at me; tearing at my every emotion; leaving nothing behind. Each growl rattles my mind; each breath turns me cold; cold to the core. The chains are straining against its strength; each pull weakening the link. Not long now. I can feel it. The beast gives a roar of rage; rage against the world; against the people in it. Let me free! Let me free! My heart drums frantically inside its bony prison; my pupils dilate automatically and my hairs stand on end. Something inside has cracked.Insanity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is us...This is me, not caring what you think.This is us...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is you, trying to tear me down.
This is me, sticking my fingers in my ears.
This is you, screaming so I'll still hear.
This is me, keeping a straight face.
This is you, trying to fill me with doubt.
This is me, telling you I don't care.
This is you, knowing that I do.
This is me, crying myself to sleep.
This is you, feeling more alone than ever.
This is me, finally crumbling down.
This is you, not so tough after all.