I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.
I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.
I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.
But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
frollo esmeralda fanfic. Placed in the year 1482frollo esmeralda fanfic.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aimer Votre Ennemi (Love Your Enemy)
"Choose me or the fire," said a deep registered voice from a gaunt, tall man with sharp facial features that almost resembled knives.
The man was holding a torch in front of a gypsy girl about the age of 16 by the name of Esmeralda. She was tied to a stake in front of a huge audience to see her execution, where she wore a white dress made of bad quality cotton. The man was a court official, a judge, and he was well associated with the Notre Dame Cathedral which made him a very religious man. He was the most powerful man in Paris and everybody knew it. He wore a long back judge robe with some red and purple that was made from the finest cloth, he also wore a hat that was of triangular shape and also had the same colors. His name was Claude Frollo and he was 36, but he had silver hair and his facial features made him look like he was in his 50's.
"You," the girl s
Z poradnika dobrego DeviantaZ poradnika dobrego Devianta8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Z poradnika dobrego Devianta: Jak komentować?</i>
Od kiedy narodził się deviantArt (a było to7 sierpnia 2000 roku), komentarze zawsze miały w sobie coś niezwykłego. deviantArt był jedną z pierwszych tego typu organizacji poświęconych sztuce i to zobowiązuje nas do dbania o wysokie standardy tej witryny. Jako Deviant, możesz odegrać olbrzymią rolę pomagając innym artystom kształcić ich umiejętności, jak i pomóc deviantArtowi osiągnąć poziom, z którego wszyscy będziemy mogli być dumni.
A to wszystko możemy osiągnąć dzięki komentarzom.
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LadiesLadies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies are suppose to dress
In flattering skirts
And non-revealing shirts.
Wear their makeup so neat,
A ring on their hand,
And heels on their feet.
To have good manners,
And to be polite,
But also to show great might.
Ladies are suppose to think before they speak;
Selecting only the best of words,
So a waste will not leak.
As should they have great wisdom,
And be caring and unique.
Beautiful as a crystal or as an exquisite antique.
Ladies deserve a gentleman,
As opposites do not attract.
One that completes her,
And takes her on the right track.
All women are suppose to be ladies;
To cherish life as they please,
But the select few is decreasing,
And the women who are ladies are soon none to be.
I Don't Write Love SongsI heard that songI Don't Write Love Songs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the radio
and it took me back
to a memory
but these words I try to write
fill me with dread,
not because of you
or because of me
and the history in between,
but I never liked
and I don't cry
in the dark,
and I don't want
people to think
this is a love song
because it never
was about romance,
and I don't want
people to think
this is a plea
because I never
sing that tune,
I just wanted
to write about that day
while the song played
and we laughed
like the sunshine
but all I can do is wonder
was that only an
Bye, my loveAs I saw you leave the house,Bye, my love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt as if a part of me was gone.
A wound had been made deep inside,
Something that would take lives to heal.
You never looked back and saw me,
Crying the tears of love that seared my face,
The love that you told me you had for me,
The love that was blown away as soon as winter came.
The walls of the house seemed to shrink,
Close in upon this body with a now still heart,
The sounds of your footsteps down the driveway,
Were like sounds of nails being pierced into,
The heart that no longer beats,
Because its only reason to live has gone away.
what humans do0:00what humans do5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she met him when she was fifteen, stupid, and willing to do anything to get out of her own head. it was winter, new snow sticking to the ground in snowbanks - like a naked blanket, cold on cold with ice. houses were lined up on the streets, chimneys blaring smoke, colors sticking out against the sky's dull grays. cars rolled by, marking the streets all with the same, parallel tracks, like fingerprints with chains attached. thick exhaust fills her senses.
he seemed weird to her. not because of his cocky, laid-back appearance, but because of the complete fresh and virgin ardor he gave her. it wasn't that kind of sense you get when you're born - the average, cliche smell, taste, touch, sight - but when you pass the age of twelve or thirteen.
he was the untouchable, the near-unforgivable. the sweet fruit to adolescence. the thing you taste when you want something new - lips on lips, tongues tying, tugging on piercings - the umph to the skinny jeans, the belt loops
I loved you and shall alwaysI loved you and shall always6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I can do now is to lose myself in fairy tales,
Read about the knights and ladies in high towers,
In hard bound books, with happily ever after endings.
Since my life never intended to end like one,
You smashed every little dream when you said no,
No to my love and my care, to my hands and my lips.
Tears litter these pages as I flip through them,
Falling every now and then, over the typed words,
Like raindrops on dried leaves, on an autumn evening.
My heart cries out, even though it was split open by you,
I loved you and shall do always.
Close the DoorI couldn't get the blood out of my bathtub.Close the Door5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had poured every cleaner I could possibly find, mixing together bleach and ammonia and soaps and draino and mild acids. I scrubbed until my fingers were numb. But still, the spot was there.
The blood had pooled around the drain in the tub and dried that way. It wasn't a bright red puddle anymore, not like it had been when Nikkie's head was still there. It was a dry, crusty brown spot, dark and ugly against the light porcelain of the tub. It was like a rust on a scalpel, a cancer eating away at an otherwise healthy skin sample.
Maybe it was being trapped in that bathroom for so long, scrubbing at that same spot, inhaling the noxious mixture of chemicals until my lungs burned. Maybe it was because I could hear Nikkie's voice, her gentle sigh and sad, resigned words. Over and over again, I heard her whisper.
" Jack, why?"
But that was impossible. Nikkie was dead. I killed her last night.
Nikkie was the best thing that ever happened to me, whic
The Stories Have Stolen ThemEvery love story it's the same old thingThe Stories Have Stolen Them5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Someone's tuggin' on that poor girl's heart strings
There's a Romeo or maybe Prince Charming
Who has a smile, that's quite disarming
There's a fair maiden or a princess
Who's caught up in a lot of distress
Charming to the rescue, Romeo too!
Whoever's in trouble, they know what to do
Then there's the villain, who really is scary
There's got to be a helper, maybe a fairy
The villain is vanquished, no doubt about that
There never was any need for vicious combat
Now the Princess and Prince ride off in the sunset
Singing the world's most perfect duet
I wonder, oh how I wonder where Charming has gone
For all maidens need a man handsome and brawn
But alas the stories have stolen all the good men
While all the men out here, act like they're ten
I wish and I wish for the stories to be true
So there is a Romeo for me and for you
But again, I must sigh with horrible regret
For Romeo has gone and died for Juliet
And Prince Charming well, let's just say
SestinaOnce upon a midnight, we watched the moon.Sestina9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Together in the grass, its smiling face
Precipitated a pristine future
You never were the superstitious one
But the moon touched you too; I saw your tears
And, together, we shared a sleepless dream
But now, it seems, I have misplaced our dream
Maybe I've lost the favor of the moon
Somewhere between the anger and the tears
Or behind the shatterglass of your face
And I lose my mind ere I count to one --
With it goes what was left of my future
But there is no past, without a future
A time long gone, naught but a distant dream
And with it vanishes the only one
who mattered. You fled with the waning moon
Ne'er since have I seen such a lonely face
Burdened with a woman's double edge: tears
Oh angel, what else fell with bitter tears
To stain the unmarked pages of future?
What heartbreak broke the smile on your face?
I beg of you, do not forget our dream
Nor the hope it bore. Simply watch the moon.
Let it remind you that I was but one.
So with a sad w
Never Write again.Never Write again.4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Me: Ok let do this.
England: Bitch just get on with it, and say sorry.
Me: I am sorry about writing the last lemon I wrote and forgot to warn everyone.
England: Yeah bitch, Any way she will never write again, Unless it a request.
Me: *Shiver in emo corner*
England: You okay?
Me: *Shiver shiver*
England:I Know Rabbits died when they are alone, But I think I'll just leave.*leave*
Reader:........... I like it but Y u no censore it.
Demon: She is just a dumbass.
Angel: Agree even I don't
Reader: welp it doesn't matter *Going home*
HandsHands5 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You alright?" Sam asked him again as he picked up an orange from Bobby's table and peeled it. He settled himself by the window and looked out at the dimming sky.
"I'm fine." Dean was in excruciating pain, but he liked to keep it to himself. Sam offered him pieces of his fruit, but all he wanted was to trudge up those damn stairs and sleep away his aches and pains. He left Sam to his window-watching and pulled himself to the room upstairs, wincing as he pulled the clothes from his body. He lowered himself to his stomach and curled up to the cool refreshing pillow on his hot face. The air from the fan above made him shiver in his thin briefs, but the cool air cleared his head. He dozed on and off for what seemed like hours until he gave up and kept his eyes on the curtains moving rhythmically across the window.
When fingers trailed down his bruised back, he flinched but relaxed into the carefully placed touches against his rough tarnished skin, closing his tired eyes. He honestly couldn
Damn Hogwarts Rules~~~ Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts ~~~Damn Hogwarts Rules7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Any resemblence between Dementors and Bin Laden is coincidental.
2. It is a bad idea to slip Professor Snape a powerful love potion.
3. Growing marijuana or cannabis plants is not an extra credit project for Herbology.
4. I should refrain from putting on Death Eater robes, a Death Eater mask and suchlike and go up to Professor Snape, and say, "Dude! Voldemort wants to kill you, he's found out!"
5. I am not allowed to lock Gryffindors and Slytherins in the Room of Requirement and see who comes out alive and who looks like theyve had a right shag.
6. Professor Flitwick's first name is NOT Dobby, no matter how short he is!
7. "OMFG!" is not a spell.
8. I will not refer to Professor McGonagall as 'My Goggly Goo-Goo!" or "McGonalds! McGonalds!"
9. I will not arrange an Aurors meeting in Malfoy Manor OR Nettos!
10. I will not begin Care of Magical Creatures class by singing, 'Can you dance the hippogriff' by the Hobgoblins in a bold voice,
Daddy's GirlFive years oldDaddy's Girl5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
holding her fathers hand
Walking in the chilling cold
Although he does all he can
No memories of her mother
Due to a killer named cancer
Nothing could stop her
She wanted to be a dancer
Now ten years pass
the girl holds her daddy's hand
Unable to pay for gas
her father still doing all he can
instead of hanging with her peers
she works everyday
Full of unspoken fears
Of all the bills to pay
after work one night
she drives home late
She made a right
she met her horrible fate
The impact so dangerously great
It thrust her into the sand
while her father had to wait
she held a foreign stranger's hand
Covered in scarlette spotted gauze
The sight was grim
the last words that escaped her was
"Tell my daddy i love him"
You Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little AubadeIf, perhaps, you had turned at that momentYou Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little Aubade4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and your hair had caught in your fingers,
the straw being fed into the spindle, struck
by the high, thin light of first waking, the whorl
of a single line descendent from the sun, born
watery from the gap below one velveteen curtain,
all of it staining over gold and dusty and slow,
the edge of your mouth might have met the edge
of my mouth, narrow gaps both without attention
openingif, perhaps you had turned again,
your hand could have met the curve of my neck,
your canvas rough fingers tying knots of my hair
and I would have sighed, thick spreading in your ear
like the light itself learning to speak in tongues
you might understandif perhaps you had
opened your eyes, squinting, eyelashes caged
together, it all would have been edgeless and bright.
No Difference BetweenEven with bare feet -No Difference Between5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shoes, a distant contempt,
We might have been flying higher
Were we not pressing soil
We might have been better off
Decked out in iridescent scales
and in mud;
Flailing freely in breeze.
So let's take off these shoes, my dear,
And mix our edgeless skin
And pretend that there's a difference between -
Living in doubt, and
Living in sin;
pretend that there's a difference between -
Living without, and
Tales of Symphonia: Changes"But she's suffering!" Lloyd shouted at his father.Tales of Symphonia: Changes9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What happened to Chocolat is unfortunate, yes. But the most important thing right now is to complete the World Regeneration." As always, Kratos remained cool, calm, and collected, even in the face of such blatant anger as Lloyd's. "I will fulfill my duty to protect the Chosen from such unnecessary risks… even from you."
"So you're saying as a paid mercenary you have no obligation to help a girl in danger?!"
"It is my job to protect only the Chosen on her World Regeneration quest. That's it."
Lloyd couldn't stand how Kratos could be so cold at a time like this. Words escaped him for a moment he was so enraged.
"You- You selfish bastard! All you care about is getting paid, and yourself! I hate you!!"
Kratos' frozen shell of unemotion cracked and shattered in the blink of an eye.
"Do you think I like this?!" he roared, "Do you think this is really what I want?!"
A look of startled fear flash
Institutionalizedyour SIN! has a heartbeatInstitutionalized5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that shatters hollow walls
his words taste bittersweet
his eyes, they seem to call
glassy skin, soft to the touch
splinters beneath your stare
this animal you loved too much
has little sense, but much to share
your SIN! is such a curious thing
with his paintings on the floor
if you listen to him sing
you might forget to lock the door
he plays with knives and broken glass
as if toys were much too dull
SIN!'s doctors said that it would pass
there's nothing brewing in his skull
but on that horrid, dreadful night
awaking to his hellish gaze
his manic grin, an awful sight
you knew he couldn't stay
now he sits there all alone
the boy who you called SIN!
his grin is gone, his face is stone
Insanity is wearing thin.
She just wants to be prettyShe dyes her hair all the right colorsShe just wants to be pretty10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and smiles that sweet smile
Picks the clothes that are perfect
and strikes a great pose
But she never feels its enough
always worried she will be left behind
She just wants to be pretty
to know there is someone who cares
She just wants to be loved.
I wonder does she know she already is.
She writes in simple meter
her deepest fears
She plays down her intelligence
tries not to intimidated
but she always feels out of place
she is afraid she is too far ahead
She just wants to be pretty
to have someone understand
She just wants to be loved
I wonder does she know she already is
She avoids conflicts whenever possible
and runs from perceived anger
she tries to be supportive
beyond the expected
but she always feels she is lacking
always worried that they lie.
She just wants to be pretty
to know they will be there
she just wants to be loved
I wonder does she know she already is.
I'm PrettyI'm Pretty11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hair's been dyed so many times
I don't know what colour it grows.
Too much eyeliner and 5 coats of mascara,
I spend 25 minutes on makeup each morning.
My nails are painted black,
Like the ink under my skin in 4 places.
My thoughts are doped and my blood's
A Vodka cooler.
I stopped believing in Love at 15,
And I don't cry over boys anymore.
I've punched holes in my face and body,
And I've scars to show for it.
I'm a blue bowl of Rose petals
(And dead bees.)
I've chipped away at who I am,
And still, you say I'm pretty.
(I'm so fucking tired of pretty.)
Soft City SoundOnce upon a timeSoft City Sound7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and I
Became the smoke in a saxophone song
In a starry still-wet city
In a moment
That didn't quite happen
So much as it was imagined
I sleep and imagine it again
Dwarven Vows* 1-Dwarven Vows8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let's all work together for a peaceful world.
Never abandon someone in need.
Ask now or forever hold your peace.
Don't depend on others. Walk on your own two legs.
The more you add, the worse it gets.
Siding with the winning team is NOT always the best option.
Goodness and love will always win.
Never insult the japanese, chinese, asian, or french. They
will insult you in their own language.
Fall down seven times, stand up eight.
Play hard, play often.
Lying is the first step down the path of thievery.
He who smelt it, delt it.
Would you like fries with that?
Even a small star shines in the darkness.
Nobody is perfect.
You can do anything if you try.
There is no God!