Promise Made of MoonlightLet me put you to bed tonightPromise Made of Moonlight5 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 Leave2 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 Popularity1 month 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-2 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
Diary of a Wimpy kidDiary of a Wimpy Kid: Wimp meets Dork Greg Meets NikkiDiary of a Wimpy kid3 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.
It was loveI looked up 'protection' in the dictionary.It was love2 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
A Silent message to DA usersIt's a pity,A Silent message to DA users2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
that i get three favs
and seventeen downloads
on the same deviation..
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
WheelWheel2 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 repeat11 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;
Randoom FoldersRandoom Folders3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
PBS - Discarded ToyPBS - Discarded Toy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
amonst a world of
daddy's forgotten news
a maggot's feast
'round me suppine
but still i am
there is no time
for me it has died
and the humans
i creep beside you
you don't know
i am there
i peek out from beside
my hiding place
see my stare
i am broken
what does it matter?
i am a
broken glass kiss
left a trace
upon my step.
all is dust.
i breathe rust.
i exhale source.
i am a mistake.
jerked from this
leave me upon
if only i could
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.
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
All Her PrettyAll Her Pretty11 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
ErotographomaniaErotographomania10 years ago in General More Like This
this will be a futile attempt. our language, or more accurately my language, is this bastardization of german, latin and anglo-saxon dialect. they ground it up into a paste then, poured it through the filter of greek and roman alphabets. i find it to be cumbersome in attempt to describe the empathic, the intuitive or the emotional. if i was a linguist, i suppose i could invent a language for us. most of it, darling, would be just gesture, eye movement and respiration changes. the simplicity of existence is caged by the intricacies of language. even more so, language strips away meaning from existence while it fumbles to define it. i know you understand this. i do go on too long sometimes.
placed in my palm is a rich flavor of hell, sworn to the duty of finding you. i could just release it, let its seeds flutter away to the winds but, i choose to cup and conceal it. so much poison in such knowledge. it leeched through my skin and melts into my soul's blood. no needle's tear could ever m
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
how to dis-a-pare completelyhow to dis-a-pare completely11 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
Zutara Week Day Three:Jealousy*yawn* Im bo-o-o-o-o-red! Toph complained, stretched out on a couch inside the Royal Familys vacation home on Ember Island. Everyone else was sprawled around the room as well, and agreed with Toph.Zutara Week Day Three:Jealousy5 years ago in Teen More Like This
We could always train Zuko was cut off by a round of groans. What? We could.
Why dont we go out to town? Aang suggested.
Are you crazy?! Sokka cried. We could get caught! You could get caught!
Aww, come on, Sokka! Suki whined.
Yeah! We have our Fire Nation clothes, and Twinkle Toes has that one weird hat of his
that he can wear to cover his arrow tattoo! Toph persisted.
Sokka, if you want to stay you can stay. But Sukis coming with us, Katara said in a tone that said, If you try to argue, you will find your
Zutarian Symbolism JustifiedZutarian Symbolism Justified6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
**Spoilers for Firebending Masters**
Ok, so this is going to look familiar to anyone whos read my recent journal entry about Firebending Masters But I actually decided to extend this so I can get this idea out to more people, beyond those who read my Journal.
Why? Well, I know its just a theory, but I feel that theres more hate being directed at Zutarians these days, and our ideas of Zutarian symbolism seems to be a hot topic that bashers of our ship and shippers bring up.
I am mainly directing this at my fellow Zutarians as a proposal of ideas and theory, but Id also be satisfied if others read it and it gave a little more consideration to our ship and our views Im not doing this to change the people who are against the ship, Im just offering the idea, like I said.
But itd be great if there could be a better understanding between the ships Because honestly. Were 8 episodes away from the end of the series, and we ar
ideas to meSpouting like lavaideas to me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a volcanoe,
ideas spring forth,
like an arrow from a bow.
It's almost five,
I haven't slept.
I write this instead,
when I'm much more adept.
Indeed I'm strange,
only writing before dawn.
But if you looked into my mind,
you're head'd turn into a bomb.
I know what you're thinking,
"This guy's just weird!"
Well there I'd have to agree,
but I am one to be feared.
I have a knack
for writing stories.
I like what I write,
all the bloodies and gories.
But if you could see
what went on inside,
your brain would melt
and your eyes vaporize.