tIMEtickstIME2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tock t h e
tick as it
with every second
tock and when he grows
tock he will stop it tick
Civil Disobedience"Let me advise you, my dear young friend-nay, let me warn you with all seriousness-that should you leave these rooms you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle. It is old, and has many memories, and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. Be warned! Should sleep now or ever overcome you, or be like to do, then haste to your own chamber or to these rooms, for your rest will then be safe. But if you be not careful in this respect, then "Civil Disobedience3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Jonathan was not a brazen man. He wasn't on par with some of the men he'd gone to school with, the ones who dived off treacherous cliffs and swam with enormous and carnivorous fishes to entertain themselves. He was usually content to spend a day seated in a
Thank you...Thank you...Thank you...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For making me laugh when I wanted to cry
For helping me live when I wanted to die
For being with me when I feared being alone
For holding my hand and walking me home
We were two parts of one mind
Finished the other's sentences
But now you're gone, no end my words ever find
But secretly I know you're not really dead
You're just living in my head.
You were one of the best friends I ever found
And I will miss you for every single day that I have left.
I hope you find happiness wherever you are, and I'm sorry you couldn't find it in this life.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.-5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skanes bio thingy o3oSkanes bio thingy o3o1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Helga Ingrid Oxenstjerna (formerly Køhler)
Real Age: around 1600
Languages: Danish, English and Swedish
Hair: Short, blonde
Height: 170 cm
Cup Size: C
Other: She has blue hairpins, before 1720 she had red ones
Skåne is very friendly, most of the time cheerful and kind of childish and fierce.
She is also quite the rebel as well as bold and audacious.
There's a lot of horses in Skåne and she has three of them.
She isn't as heavy drinker like her brother but she sure does like her Vodka*
She had Sweden buy her a car after she moved out from his house, otherwise she's have long way to walk to Copenhagen from her house in the infa
I'm sorry I never loved youI'm sorryI'm sorry I never loved you4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sure you want
that to mean alot of things
but in truth it means one
I'm sorry I never loved you
not in the way
you would've wanted me to
not in the way you needed me to,
I'm sorry I loved the ideal
of you and me
the wonderful beauty that
be birthed from our attractions
more than I loved the person
within that fantasy.
I'm sorry I forced
the delusion of perfection
upon you and held
you to those
of my selfish imagination.
I'm sorry that I placed
the necessity of us
above the desires of you.
that I wasn't the guy you deserved
and that I wasted my few chances
with someone as wonderful as you.
I'm sorry I never loved you
till you were already gone.
Bill Kaulitz QuotesNo matter how sick she is or how bad she's looking at the moment, you still see her as the most beautiful person in the world. And if you're really in love, you don't care about all the other girls that are standing in line for you. You don't want another night with any person. You just want her.Bill Kaulitz Quotes5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are definitely four good reasons not to have children
You know...being on stage..in front of so many fans, is the best thing in the whole wide world
When Tom and I were young, we could stay up and go out later than most kids our age but we never misused it. I never came back home drunk and threw up on my mothers feet
Always remember, believe in today, believe in tomorrow, believe in yourself, and whatever happens, don't jump."
And the next song is a very personal song. I wrote this one to just give some help. And I just wanted to say, whatever happens... believe in you, believe in life, believe in tomorrow, believe in everything you do, any time. And this is Don't Jump.
I choose red because
i can't tell you, or my hearti can't tell you, or my heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't tell if:
this heart pain is a side effect
of the music or the medicine
i can't tell if:
these tears are real
or just placebos to distract me
from the real problem
i can tell that:
this poetry is a result of you
101 Ways To Kill your teachers 101 Ways To Kill Your Teachers101 Ways To Kill your teachers5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*dont try this at home*
*try it at a friends house or at school*
1. Poison their coffee/tea
2. Ask them to help you, when they bend over, stab them
3. When they are on duty accidentally throw a rock at their head
4. Shoot them
5. Hide at the back of the classroom and shoot them
6. Poison their apple/lunch
7. Shoot them with a poisonous dart
8. Put a length of wire on the door when their about to walk in
9. Put a guillotine on their office door
10. Do a project on the guillotine and ask the teacher to help demonstrate how it works
11. Push them out of a window at the top H or M block
12. In science accidently spill deadly poison on them
13. In science accidently set them on fire
14. In Society and History make a model catapult and practice aiming
15. Practice archery in class
16. Practice your new circus act knife throwing and ask for a volunteer
17. In PE - Baseball
18. Accidently stab them in
DA Name, comp! 30 points!Fancy winning yourself 30 points? - Just submit me a name!DA Name, comp! 30 points!3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I'm a photographer, although I really enjoy writing little stories, poems, and other small pieces. I'd love to make myself another deviantART Account to submit my writing and expand as a writer & also take some photographs that match my stories.
If you think you know what my new account could be called then Suggest your entry below!
Maximum 3 enteries per DA Account.
Winner is picked by me
the deadline is 26/01/2012
GermanyxReader Birthday GirlGermanyxReader Birthday Girl2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please Luddy!" You pouted up at the tall German. He scowled, crossing his arms.
"I don't know ____. I really don't like people in zere." His cheeks turned pink.
You stared at him.
He stared back.
"Jesus Luddy. It's not like it's your porn closet. It's just your kitchen." You huffed, rolling your eyes.
His face flushed red. "I don't have a....... FINE." He moved so you could walk past him. You smirked, waltzing into his kitchen.
You had come to Ludwig's mainly because he had the best equipped kitchen you had ever seen. And you liked to have everything at your finger tips when baking a cake.
Who was the cake for?
You of course. It was your birthday.
"Oh, um Happy Birzday ______." Ludwig held out a tiny package. "Feliciano und I got zis for you."
You hugged the big man, smiling. "Thanks Luddy, you really didn't have to do that!"
He blushed, mumbled something, then left the room. You opened the p
whywhy must we dream,why3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when in life their are hardly any,
when we awake,
we wish for sleep,
but in sleep we wish for awake,
wouldnt it be better to be in between,
to be happy, and to know that it is real,
not a dream
Vampiric Insomnia -VampiRed-Mike couldn't sleep.Vampiric Insomnia -VampiRed-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The lead Vamp didn't know why. He just couldn't sleep. The land of peaceful slumber just wouldn't come.
There was a cure for his insomnia however; located fight next to him in the bed and wearing a pair of black silk pajamas (courtesy of Mike). Unable to hide a smirk, Mike gently poked the silk clad other's shoulder.
"Dyl Dyl, wake up baby."
Dylan moaned, swatting the hand away. "Knock it off."
Mike chuckled, poking his lover's shoulder again. "Dylan "
Another poke. "Dyl-"
"Mike!" the small Goth whined, curling up into his side of the bed.
The Vamp smiled and snaked his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him closer. "I can't sleep."
"Then why the fuck did you wake me up?" Dylan complained, curling up against the much warmer Mike.
"Because I wanted to cuddle."
"Will a nice hot cup of coffee make it all better?"
" It better be piping hot when I get up. With extra creamer."
"Anything else, darling?"
Win yourself some points!C O N T E S TWin yourself some points!3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
I'm really bored, and I have a few points lounging around that I'd like to give away to people if they can win my contest.
All you have to do is unscramble the words. ~ these words are related to me
here we go..
- n a c o n
- g r p t p y o h o a h
- t a r u n e
- s m i n a l a
- d a t e l i
- d a c p e l n s a e
- c o t b e o r
- p e h l o e o t t
- c m a o r
- t u f r e r e n d s v o f a r
- m i a l l w i
it has things to do with my personal life, my hobby, my deviantart life and my outside life.
20 points to the winner.
10 points to second place.
5 points to third place.
20 points - AngelArt123
10 points - YellowHusky23
5 points - Jazz-girl-4ever
Black Label rough draft scriptThe Deathlings: Black LabelBlack Label rough draft script5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
© 2010 Ian Struckhoff
Summary - A Deathling, The Nameless Cowboy, breaks into a series of apartments in the City of Fog, looking for something. Once he discovers the right place, he leads a group of refugees there-- and we see that he chose it as a safe place well-stocked with cigars, whiskey, water, and a bit of food. (Cowboys and Zombies!)
Black Label -
The Man with No Name - (TMWNN in this script) - A Deathling who used to be a cowboy. He's gruff, unshaven, and scarred. He doesn't have a name, but he does have guns.
The Undead - Hordes of zombies and other undead. They range from the recently-dead, to the horrifically rotting, to skeletons. Can also include undead fantasy creatures, vampires, wraiths, etc.-- but only rarely if at all in this story.
The Refugees - Five pour lost souls lost in a world of fog and zombies. Ideally, it shouldn't be entirely clear whether they are modern poor people or medieval peasants. Just that they are poor
Awkward Times Call For...I am sorry.Awkward Times Call For...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost the pen that I'd been using.
You know, that black gel one
that flows a river of ink?
Now your pages will be mismatched;
an okapi in literature form.
we're legal murderers.how to love a writer:we're legal murderers.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
will turn your passion
into works of extended metaphors
for death and decay,
slipping you scars
served sunny-side-up because,
hey, we all want to be
writers want someone, anyone
(usually the wrong one,
because pain sells more than
to try and pour cement
into the dents inside them
until they realize that they're really just
located in the wrong side of town
that cannot be repaired.
that is what we do.
we break people
for a living.
Love in the Crimson MoonlightOceans of sea foam green lavished in bronze specs that reflect the light of the sun Or, meadows that extend to the heavens above garnished with an amber sky? His eyes were so difficult to describe in her mind, let alone put on paper. She wished to pour her bleeding, melting heart onto parchment the moment she got a glimpse into his shockingly emerald eyes. Just passing him by in the corridor of the mansion, or serving him his morning cup of tea made her spine tremble in weakness; her knees wobble nearly to the breaking point. She could fall so far, though the marble floors themselves, into an eternal and everlasting binding that was contained within the poison of Cupid's arrow. Embedded in her veins, the felling coursed through her, pumping vivacious fluid through the paths of her body like the a raging river, sparking her already aloof senses; she noticed more: the way he sipped his tea, the way he looked out the window every morning, as if mystified by the birth of tLove in the Crimson Moonlight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mi BebeManuel pov...Mi Bebe4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hace mucho tiempo que conozco a diego, diría casi que fue a la primera persona que conocí, aun recuerdo cuando vivía con abuela Mapuche y salía a jugar al bosque que quedaba cerca de la ruca en la que solía vivir, me encantaba ese lugar, tan frondoso, lleno de vegetación y animales, bellos paisajes, y horizontes majestuosos ensombrecidos por la enorme y blanca cordillera de los andes.
Mi abuela solía decir que cuando jugara no me alejase tanto, pero desde muy pequeño decía que me se cuidar perfectamente y le desobedecía, no me gustaba ni aun me gusta, ser sometido por nadie, yo era libre y hacia lo que quería.
Un día de esos desperté muy temprano en la mañana, salí de mi ruca y pude apreciar el bello día que era, entonces tome unas provisiones y algo en donde llevarlas, y me dispuse a caminar tan lejos como mis pequeños pero fuertes pies me lo p
fallen anglesoh, fallen angel that fell for our love,fallen angles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why are you so cold,
why must you sheld your wonderful wings from me,
is it cuz they are black,
or are yu ashamed,
why must you be ashamed,
our love is love,
cant you see.
CTRL +CTRL +3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(a.k.a. The Microsoft Word Alphabet Song)
Hit CTRL + N for a blank new .doc(x),
Let's get this party started;
Or CTRL + O to open and carry on
From where you last departed.
CTRL + D to choose and edit fonts:
They come in every shape and size;
Comic Sans may try to tempt you,
But Arial is far more wise.
Why not try CTRL + B, I or U
To makeover your typeface?
CTRL + F, G, H are a loyal team:
They'll find, go to and replace.
Fancy a match of Word tennis?
CTRL + L, E, R, J will set the stage
For you to rally your lines of text
Back and forth across the page.
CTRL + A's the secret to selecting all:
It'll highlight everything,
While CTRL + Q does the job of clearing
Your paragraph formatting.
CTRL + C and X are copy and cut;
CTRL + V will then duly paste;
CTRL + T and M are for tabs and indents
Don't let that space just go to waste.
CTRL + K rules the hyperlinks
If you're wired to the net;
But first it's F7 for a quick spell-check
You're sure not to regret!
Wish I had CT
windstorms and labworkafflatus, inflatus, my morning globe,windstorms and labwork2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as lithe as your impermanence.
and home! dread homes! are rabbit dugs,
spoonholed piles of mexican brick
where nothing ever touches down,
nothing here alive receives
the plains’ poor offering of gypsy light,
the ugly wind that meets the mudline.
1. a mottled fence
2. and how these storms hold faceless teeth
that slat their eyes through butter-wood
then purge their guts on wintered florets
4. some freshly headless nativities,
their polyethylene skirts upturned
from violent sacks
5. and knowing i’m a souless
i lick at what is manifest
beneath your hair
each poison tab
and religious studies
i know, i know you never mean
but do not say “live for yourself”.
i’ve come online to see the god
that came before me.
we are so poorly married
like bookend spines of Plath and Hughes
up on the shelf