Paper HeartsShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
The MoonriseThe Moonrise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
IrelandIreland6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I counted the shades of green
in the land of my father's fathers
and set my watch back a hundred years.
I wrapped my tongue,
loosened by rich pints of warm Guinnesss,
around the Gaelic
and got punch drunk on the words of Yeats
Irish eyes and fiddle music.
I found the song of Erin
is a Pan reed boat
lost out on Galway Bay
where bards stitch their words
into fishing nets
and dream of old gods
under the moons of Connemara.
RunawayRunaway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
fingers slipping to tips
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
cool air and space
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
a place where
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
beyond the heavy veil.
from crimson and orange reflections,
onto the multicolored carpet below.
nature cries her tears upon
summers lush verdant
of weeks gone by.
away she goes,
lost to the forest
feet balanced upon
Ottumwa ShamanIn Iowa, weeping willows dream ofOttumwa Shaman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tigers, born in pagan fog, their
Coat of stripes singing shaman
Songs; shrill symphonies of grief.
Heaven tilts, crashes, and we race
The dirt to get away. We drink the
Earth with bullets of air and grow
Dizzy, light-headed from breathing
Some far off flame. Perhaps a poet
Who braved the fog of Ottumwa, and
Caught fire. Every cowboy has his
Six chances before high noon, before
The fog forms wispy jackals to take
Them home again. Every son inherits
An empty gun, six voids to fill with
Answers, skimmed and guessed from the
Covers of books their fathers used
To read. There is no other way.
In sleeping, I have been to Iowa,
And I learned where wiccans go
To make their bed. I do not know now
If I had dreamed the weeping willow,
Or if it had bent low to dream of me.
In Iowa, there is no such truth, only
Depth, and the shaman's song of grief.
Fallen Illusions Ch 10Eventually your chaperons awoke, then told the driver to stop near a small brook. While they were setting up the tables and chairs, you and Alastair watched the water together. It seemed odd to you to bring such elaborate furniture to a picnic, but you quickly realized there was no way you could sit on the ground in your dress. The process alone would probably send you rolling down one of the hills.Fallen Illusions Ch 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
The mental image of you rolling like a barrel while everyone chased after you was so strange it sent you into a fit of giggles.
"What's the joke?" Alastair asked.
"Oh, um, n-nothing." you replied, trying to control yourself.
"Come on, share." he said, poking you in the shoulder.
Figuring it couldn't hurt, you whispered to him what your imagination had managed to conjure up. To your delight he burst out laughing as well.
"That would be a sight now, wouldn't it?" he managed to choke out as the two of you snickered. "Guess if you start to fall, I'd better catch yo
16.7.1945You can't blame them for what they did, not really.16.7.19454 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their war, ensnaring the most powerful countries in the world and sending millions of their finest young men and women out as if to the slaughter, had been raging for nearly six years. Both sides showed no sign of faltering, entertained no thought of surrender. Something had to be done to break the psychological stalemate. Something that would make men fall to their knees in awe even as their cities and their people disappeared in a flash of white light.
What the scientists and the handful of informed onlookers say today in the desert under heavy rain will never be known by man, for the age of man will end in approximately ten seconds. There was talk that the test be delayed until the storm has passed to avoid magnifying the fallout, but orders came from far above that they need these results now, and when the scientists get an order like that, it would cost them more than their lives are worth to ignore it. They place bets while t
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
A Pick Me Up For LadiesLadies, take a look at your make up bag.A Pick Me Up For Ladies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How much eyeshadow powder have you gone through?
How many tubes of empty lipstick have you thrown away?
How much concealer do you use daily?
If you answer to any of these at all,
Then what you use is too much.
Because you don't need eyeshadow
To let your beautiful eyes shine.
You don't need lipstick to create the perfect colored pucker,
Your smile alone gets them every time.
You don't need to hide your freckles behind a mask of concealer,
In order to look more smooth, and beautiful.
Beauty is in you in every single way.
From your beautiful smile
To your cute laugh,
Down to every last sun-kissed freckle.
You don't need make up to cover up
The wonderful person you are.
You are perfect enough already.
you are beautifulGirl of sixteen years, and a problem she has gotyou are beautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boys at school were rating girls, and one said she wasn't hot
At home inside the bathroom, she looked at her face in the mirror
and grabbed the lotions and the creams just to make her pale skin clearer
The magazines showed all the models that were skinny and much thinner
So she went up to the toilet and threw up all her dinner
Stepping on the scale, she always checks up her weight
Looking in the mirror and always seeing what she hates
Her figure is frail and thin, but her head is full of lies
that she was still just way too fat, no matter how hard that she tries
She always used excuses that she "ate before she came"
or that "I'm not too hungry", "I don't eat that" is what she claims
Her friends would always worry because she never ate
But she never showed her weakness, always saying that she's great
But inside, she was dying, her secret kept away
Her dark eyes filled with sorrow as she hides it every day
She always wastes her money on th
My sunshineMy sunshine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
HimIf I gave up nowHim3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would it be such a shame
Because it's becoming clear
I won't win this game
I'm so tired of running
In this twisted race
I'm running out of breath
I'm falling into last place
If I know I will lose
Why must I continue to fight
Why can't I give up
Fall into the light
There's only one person
Who can bring a smile to my lips
Only one single person
That can heal this big rips
There are few reasons why I'm still alive
Few for who I'm still fighting this silly war
There's only a couple still by my side
The very few people I'm fighting for
-Imagina que cada resquicio de tu pasado se cierra en cuatro húmedas y monocromáticas paredes, que tanto tu identidad como integridad se ven disueltas hasta simplemente desaparecer; tornándote, sin la más mínima opción de cambiarlo, en un simple objeto de valor indefinido.-3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Intenta colocarte en esa situación, y tendrás una aproximación de lo que podría denominarse mi historia.
Mis primeros recuerdos se basan en ello; una oscura y descuidada habitación recubierta por un desgastado tapiz de tonalidades grisáceas, alistada con un colchón matrimonial de sábanas parchadas y una mínima ventana que, a distancia, alumbraba con un leve rayo de luz el entorno. La puerta principal, o más bien la única que podía considerarse presente, estaba constituida por barrotes de hierro alineados de forma vertical, que entregaban la oportunidad de observar la habitación contigua. Por allí se daba el in
Heaven Is Not a DemocracyHeaven Is Not a Democracy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been said that there are two forces governing over this universe: those of "good" and those of "evil". Both are necessarily in direct opposition to one another, yet this is not to say that one is absolutely right and the other absolutely wrong. Thus great care should be taken, when examining both sides of ANY tale for the forces of "good" have often been known to blind the eye far worse than the lulling comforts of the darkness ever could.
High above the physical planes of Earth, amidst the brightest of stars, exists a celestial dome called Heaven which houses legions of Archangels and is permanent sanctuary for the self proclaimed deity Jehovah. In foundation the dome is sustained only by the softest, most divine array of primarily feathery white clouds which change color sporadically. For its walls there grew miraculously spectacular twisting vines of ivy that interwove lotus flowers that were adorned in periwinkle and lavender. Brilliant globes of light illuminated down from
Perfectly Imperfect YouYou're BEAUTIFULPerfectly Imperfect You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just the way you are.
Yes! Even without all the make-up.
Yes! Even without all the fancy hair dyes.
And yes! Even without all the odd habits you do just to fit in.
Trying to fit in just makes you stick out.
Yes. You may be clumsy.
Yes. You may not look like a model.
And yes. You may not be perfect.
But no one is. You're perfectly
Flaunt your flaws,
and be proud of yourself.
Because there's only one
dying stars.dear you,dying stars.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I know that the days are growing longer but the nights are growing colder, and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes. your skin is blemished and no matter how still you are, I see the technicolour wheels swirling behind your too-drowsy lids, brain working overtime, lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt. your breath falters more each day, dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk, and I wonder if Im the only one who knows its there.
I watch you slip further down the drain.
I long to make you believe that I understand, that I get it. I was there too. I was there in the world of afterthoughts and ice-cold looks, where friends are just blood and bones, blood and bones. Ive lived where one day, your universe slips into night and you never seem to wake up, darkness embracing your arms, licking your fingertips. where youre just one star, about to combust.
did you know, that when stars die, it takes hundreds of year
Jareth's Lament Act1Jareths Lament In 3 acts.Jareth's Lament Act16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His nose itched with the building pressure of an impending sneeze. This was bothersome, but he didnt have much time to consider it, as he took in a sharp breath and Hetschuhh another sharp breath- Grrshhuh! *sniff*.
The sneeze had shattered any semblance of unconsciousness he had been trying to achieve and he grumbled slightly, keeping his eyes shut while his mind started to open up to the sounds around him.
It was the middle of the day, and Jareth was holed up in his chambers in the tall center tower of the castle beyond the goblin city. Outside his doors life went on as usual in the city and the surrounding labyrinth, although there was never anything usual about it. And the ruckus caused by the motley crew of goblins was at an even more annoying pitch thanks to the rumors circulating about their kings prolonged seclusion of late. Quite frankly, Jareth didnt give a damn