Promise Made of MoonlightLet me put you to bed tonightPromise Made of Moonlight6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and enfold you in these arms of mine.
Together we can while away the moonlight
as long as I stay by your side.
Listen to me and close your eyes,
sweet dreams are my promise;
this is your lullaby.
I Had to LeaveI'm trying to apologize for the damage I've done.I Had to Leave3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm trying to apologize for the man I've become.
Because I stand with my feet in a bloody mess,
I'm undeserving of your sweet forgiveness.
You wonder if I take pleasure in this savage game,
Or if I play for any possible gain.
But I promise, all I wanted was for you to be happy.
Some of my sweetest memories are of you laughing.
You wanted to find out why I was leaving.
You wanted to find out if my promises ever had meaning.
I always said what you wanted to hear,
Just to make you want to stay near.
Whether I felt that way or not is a mystery to ponder,
That is, if you care now that "we" are no longer.
Now there is only one thing left for me to say,
And that's that I hope you find a man that'll stay.
I hope that he will actually earn your love.
A Guide to Popularity"Why doesn't my picture have more favorites?" "Why did they give them a DD but not me?" "Why won't anyone comment on my photo?" "Why do I have so few watchers?"A Guide to Popularity11 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Everyone has asked themselves these questions one time or another. It's the thing we all desire here on DeviantART: Popularity.
When you make a wonderful piece of fanart that you're extremely proud of, but no one cares to tell you what a good job you did. When you pour your heart out in a flowing piece of poetry, but no one sympathizes with you. It's happened to all of us.
Here are my tips and guidelines on popularity!
How can people admire your work if they never see it? Simple: they can't. The solution to this is to join groups. Maybe one, maybe two, maybe over three-hundred. Find groups that will show off your art for all of DeviantART to see!
However, it's best you only join active groups. Some groups will simply accept your art, and that will be it. They won't hold contests, or have
love is adjourned--cherish it-you've came so far but what have you learned?love is adjourned--cherish it-3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you taught me how to save myself so I wouldn't have to return
I want you to be damn sure you won't get hurt,you won't get burned
I can't always be there when your love is adjourned
take the time to learn how to stay protected
and learn to love again and forever cherish it
It was loveI looked up 'protection' in the dictionary.It was love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It said, "a person or thing that prevents someone or something from harm or injury".
I read a story that same day.
'A guy and his girlfriend were speeding down a highway on his motorcycle. The girl was getting scared and asked him to slow down. He said he would, but only if she put his helmet on her head, hugged him tightly and told him that she loved him. She did. It was in the paper that day that they had gotten into a crash because his brakes weren't working.' His actions saved her life. He protected her.
'But why?' was all I could think. I didn't get it.
Just a bit latter, my step dad came home.
He's abusive to my mother, but we have no other way to live.
He was very drunk and they started fighting. I heard them in the kitchen. I heard her scream and ran to try and help, but she just pushed me away and told me to run. Just run as fast and hard as I could.
She was crying and blood was running down her face. He grabbed a knife. I turned wit
WheelWheel3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Life is the wheel ever turning
Making the hours go by fast
Though some days drag with yearning,
Life is the wheel.
This wheel is neither slow nor fast
It moves on with change it brings
Always changes in futures cast.
Mundane routines help our learning
Though even these must change at last
For new events that are occurring
Life is the wheel.
Kathy J Anderson, All Rights Reserved
turn smile shift repeatturn smile shift repeat12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up to a
the trees are dancing
to the melody of
the sunset and you
are the only one
that crosses my
i want to bury my-
self and fall in love
with your smile.
the tone of your
voice, the scent
of your soul, the
taste of your skin
the blood that
whenever you are near me,
whenever you are breathing.
you are waiting.
follow the depths of love;
losing a friendlosing a friend12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
losing a friend
when i sit back and look at everyone,
i notice you sitting there
with all your new found friends.
always ignoring me, blowing me off, pretending
as if i'm not even there.
you've changed, to become
so much like them
you are now something
you once could not stand
i remember when you'd say
"i'll never be like that."
you didn't care what they thought,
we'd sit and make fun of people
who'd sit and make fun of us.
big pants, spiky hair, pez dispensers
all little things that made our
now you're the one
who says the things
that make me want to hate you.
my clothes, hair, personality
all subjects of our conversations.
you try to change me,
as me why i'm not normal,
do you mean normal, like you?
now every time i see you
it's always the same
i look towards you
you glance at me
then turn your head
All Her PrettyAll Her Pretty12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She opens the door to let me in and asks me to excuse the mess. I've already forgotten about it, I've known her for years. Her hands are black with charcoal and her hair is lank against her face, having been unwashed for days. I know her aquatic eyes, as if she had been a mermaid in a past life and still longed to return to the water. She dumps her daughter into my arms and heads for the paint hidden in the corner, moving like a rat that's just found a way out of its cage. I attempt to console Emily, trying to heal her damaged heart. It's useless though, all she wants is her mother and a little security. There are piles of clothes everywhere, stacks of old books, filled ashtrays, broken glass scattered over the kitchen floor. I ask her what happened and she tells me that she just got angry at this Tele-marketer and decided to throw some plates around to ease her anger.
"On days like these," she used to say, "it's too cold to swim and everything feels like the weather."
I don't know why
In My 15th Year -- part 2: thurs. 7:00ish am :In My 15th Year -- part 213 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A nurse comes into the room and wakes me saying they have to take some blood to do tests.
She fills seven vials.
I notice I have a roommate.
She leaves and wake up call is announced.
My roommate looks at me and grabs her clothes and goes into the bathroom.
: thurs. 7:30ish am :
We are all dressed and in the hall.
Lined up like in a prison roll call.
I've only met one of the other kids this boy who is 11 and had to stay awake all night for a CAT scan in the morning.
They all assess me I am the new one.
: thurs. 7:40ish am :
My first breakfast, I learn names and I learn ailments.
This one Depressed
This one Bulimic
This one Angry
This one Who's father sent him here to be examined because he thinks he isn't outgoing enough.
: thurs. 8:00ish am :
I sit looking out the window of the rec room.
The view is a huge graveyard and I think how ironic.
This girl Racheal asks me why I am here
I show my bandages.
A boy named Leroy calls me a psycho, says he doesn
Diary of a Wimpy kidDiary of a Wimpy Kid: Wimp meets Dork Greg Meets NikkiDiary of a Wimpy kid4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Greg has just met the girl of his dreams and Nikki has just met the boy of her nightmares- EACH OTHER!
After having (inevitibly) his hopes of scoring with Holly Hills crushed to nothing, Greg runs into Nikki from Dork Diaries and it's love at first sight(For Greg anyway).
However Nikki is somewhat put off by Greg's inherit whining and disaster prone antics which quickly gets her dragged into them and Greg makes enemies with her crush Brandon and Greg's friend Rowley thinks school uber witch Mckenzie digs him.
Greg's attempts to win Nikki also reignites an old feud between both their dads and Greg's mom is attempting to keep what she calls Greg's raging hormones at bay because she says "I ain't raising NO Babies.
What also transpires is a series of misadventures that get Greg and Nikki into more mayhem then they've ever been in. Briana meeting Manny being friends with the little weirdo don't help much as well.
The Night My Daddy Murdered MeMy name is Misty,The Night My Daddy Murdered Me12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong,
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get
Just one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls,
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
AssaultAssault12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes adjusting to the dimness
smells assaulting my nostrils
acrid bitter rusty drain
- into the room.
Slither close to the edges
dampness assaulting my skin
flakey, mildew ridden walls
- fingers sliding along.
Seems I've been here before
same place different existence
bent kneed I touch wooden floors
- once worshiped with my face.
Single bulb light
in the middle of the room
swaying at my entrance
broken jagged glass hanging down
- never to bear witness again.
I meet the overturned chair
on my feet this time, my knees
will never meet this floor again
- the memory begins.
The crying again, coming from in there
noise assaulting my small ears
short gasping breaths from her throat
- why is she crying ?
Slip quietly through dark halls
the light spilling out
from the crack under the door
- ear to the wood, why is she gasping for air?
Door flying open pouring light over me
acrid bitter smell of blood assaulting my nostrils
look what we have here, nosey are we?, well come in and see.
A Silent message to DA usersIt's a pity,A Silent message to DA users3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
that i get three favs
and seventeen downloads
on the same deviation..
The Saint of Impurities 'Is it hard,' the girl started, 'Doing what you do?'The Saint of Impurities3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had been expecting a serious answer, but the Saint just laughed, 'No! Why would it be?'
Frowning, she asked, 'Well... Don't you ever get into trouble? For being so... Being so....'
'Being so bad?' He shrugged nonchalantly, but then his blue eyes flashed with silently living laughter, 'Trust me, dear, being bad is absolutely delicious. It's as soft as the night sky on the eyes, with bright sparks of life, like stars. I couldn't live without being bad, to me, being terrible is like breathing. It fills my lungs with the sweet airs of adventure, it lifts my lips into an innocent smile which I can then use to fool those who don't know better. I've kissed the lips of sin, and slapped purity in the face. I've caressed the devil's red hot skin, and let the coals of hell burn the soles of my feet '
'But stop!' The girl interrupted him, 'Doesn't all that get tiring? Don't you ever just
how to dis-a-pare completelyhow to dis-a-pare completely12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
And she was anonymous but I knew her quite well. It was raining that day, and I gave up. If it isn\'t love then I rather not feel at all but that itself is a sin. I heard this familiar voice in the background; his voice was dull, frail, and very unnoticeable if you weren\'t paying attention. He reminded me what love was and how keeping away from it was the best option, he reminded me that I was wrong and pathetic for even thinking the way I did--but he forgave me. He told me suicide was an easy way out but only pussies take the easy way out. He wasn\'t anonymous but I didn\'t know him at all. He told me to wake up and I did.
My apartment was smaller then others, a lot smaller, bedroom size to be exact. I didn\'t have any need for space. I lived alone. No one came in or out of my apartment except me, I hardly ever went out anyways. I slept on the floor, I didn\'t have any hot water, my fridge was empty, and my room overall was empty. I had no job, all I had was myself--that wa
In My 15th Year: wed. 3:00 pm :In My 15th Year13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm lying in bed where I've been for over a week only getting out of it to eat a bit and use the bathroom.
Into My room comes my best friend and her teammate from the vollyball team.
They ask me why I haven't been in school, how I am...
I say I'm sick and maybe I'll be back soon.
: wed. 3:30 pm :
I decide I really can't hide in my room forever no solitude.
: wed. 5:00 pm :
Waiting for my stepfather to leave.
: wed. 7:30 pm :
He leaves and I am alone in the house and I will be until after midnight.
I leave my bedroom, head to the bathroom with the broken up daisy razor (pink).
I'm wearing a long pink shirt and pajama bottoms I'm 15 years old.
: wed. 7:47ish pm :
I start the water running lukewarm and sit in the tub fully clothed.
The razor is long in width but short in hight.
I make the first cut going up and down not across ( I want to die )
I do it the " right way " the way of split veins most times beyond repair.
: wed. 8:10ish pm :
Randoom FoldersRandoom Folders4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Getting to Anime North by TTCFrom Union Station:Getting to Anime North by TTC6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-Hop on the subway train going Northbound to Downsview(Very important because both sides are northbound. Don't board the one going to Finch)
-Get off at Lawrence West Station
-Make your way to the bus platform
-Get on the Malton 58 bus
-Get off in front of the Toronto Congress Centre
If you can't find the TTC from Union Station, don't be afraid to ask somebody. It's better than wandering around lost for who knows how long.
From Finch Station:
-Hop on the subway train, it only goes in one direction which is southbound
-Get off at Lawrence Station
-Make your way to the bus platform
-Get on the Lawrence bus headed toward Lawrence West Station
-Get on the Malton 58 bus
-Get off in front of the Toronto Congress Centre
From Kennedy Station:
-Hop on the subway train, it only goes in one direction which is westbound
-Get off at St.George Station
-Switch to the Northbound Yonge subway line (you have to head up)
-Get off at Lawrence West station
-Make your way to the b
Zutara Week: MaskMask (n.):A mold of a person's face, often made after death.Zutara Week: Mask3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her skin, normally as caramel-colored as a candied treat, was whiter than snow. The cherry flush to her cheeks were drained and gone forever, leaving behind no trace of ever having existed. Her long and slender limbs were stiff and straight, unfamiliar to the curved and flexible movements before. Her fawn-colored hair had lost its shiny, sleek luster and was hanging limply around her face in her traditional Water-tribe style. Even her hair-loops seemed to wilt against her face.
She was nestled deeply into her native water-tribe blue fabric and traditional white water lily petals surrounded her on all sides. The boat she rested in was hand crafted by her brother, which took weeks of work to make. It was made of mahogany, an exotic and rare tree pulled from the center of the Earth Kingdom, compliments of Toph Bei Fong.
Her family surrounded her on all sides, the
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty12 years ago in Horror More Like This
I can see him coming even through my closed eyelids.
He gets closer and closer to the bed, panting like an animal from the hundred steps, and I can smell the sweat and dirt come off him in waves that make my nostrils flare. But I stay perfectly still, keep my eyes sealed shut. He comes to me, and his dirty fingers explore me, spreading his filth all over my clean body. How can he?
He doesn't notice at all where my hand rests.
Over me he breathes hard and pulses, and I hate him for it.
The first was to supposed to be the perfect one, the pure. I wanted him to be so... perfect. But he wasn't. He scratched my face with his dirty, unshaven cheeks, and bruised my skin with rough fingers. He ruined my dream. What could I do but wait for another?
Finally he gets off me, let's me breathe again. He puts my heels together, and smoothes out my dress; they all do that, as if they think it makes a difference. Then, as if to seal the deal, he goes to kiss me, and I can smel
Zutara - Scars Chapter 1Zutara - Scars Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zutara - Scars Chapter 1
I stood in a cave lit by blue-green stones. It was a strangely beautiful prison, not dark and plain like a cell. But my eyes were not on the walls that caged me, they were on my cellmate. He was huddled on the floor with his back to me. I paced back and forth yelling at him, telling him how terrible he was. But he did not talk back, he did not lash out at me like I expected. He didn't burn me or even become angry at all by what I could see. Only once did he speak and that was to tell me I didn't know what I was talking about. But I let that fuel my anger more. I wanted him to hurt, I wanted him to know what he and his father had done to me. So I made this personal now, and I told him of my weakest weakness, my deepest scar. I told him of my mother. Then he surprised me.
As I cried into my knees, he turned toward me, "I'm sorry." I continued to hide in my tears as his sincere voice rang through the caves. "That's something we have in common." And for the first t
In My 15th Year -- part 6: wed. 2:30ish pm :In My 15th Year -- part 613 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm so scared of what it will be like there.
I'm scared of being the new one.
I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with me, maybe I'm just selfish and spoiled.
I'm afraid there is something wrong with me ..and its not fixable.
Maybe I'll never leave once I get there.
: wed. 3:10ish pm :
We stop and get gas.
They ask me if I want a pop...daja vue.
I say sure ..a coke please.
We drive on.
: wed. 3:45ish pm :
We pull in a long driveway and I see a sprawling complex of buildings.
To the right says Adult Facilities -->
To the left says Childrens Facilities.
I just close my eyes .
There is a large turn around drive at the front of the building.
Big white pillars framing the door.
No bars guards or dogs.
We grab my stuff out of the trunk and walk through the doors.
Even now I don't want to leave.
I think I'm hoping for a miracle.
: wed. 4:20ish pm :
We are all signed in and my parents aren't even allowed to escort me to my ward.
Its all goodbye at the door.
Bye, see ya, maybe