Sky-EyesEverything is fine.Sky-Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Young as a weed, I am.
Quick as a wink.
Hot as sunrays
Burning through morning haze.
Everything is fine.
Eyes made of sky, I have.
Blue, orange, and pink.
Irises of sunset,
Except the sky has no regret.
Everything is fine.
Soul cold as iron, I have.
Brittle as old snow.
Tired as a wide highway,
Stretched straight for states.
But everything is fine.
Time rushes on, I know.
Dark, deep, and slow.
Moving only forward,
Ignorant of sinking stones.
Everything is fine.
Hard to move on, I think,
When sky-eyes look backward,
Leaving my ass
To find its own way.
Everything is fine.
Up is still the clouds, it seems.
Down is still the ground.
Just need to clear my sky-eyes,
And turn my ass around.
Yep. Everything is fine.
FearFear4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fear; An inevitable force of terror
Its power evolves throughout the world, in all different shapes, sizes, and forms
Fear is the very weakness of the human body that renders the movement, and functions of the human body, unstable
Fear is the very corruption in the dark corner of the mind, wanting to take control, so its vessel will fall to the very brink of madness
Fear is the very cancer flowing through the circulatory system, unleashing its deadly venom to cross through the veins
Fear is the very dark desire burning into the heart, building up, waiting, to carry out gruesome, unspeakable acts of violence
Without these things, fear, is obsolete, and will cease to exist
But this does not matter, for fear is an ongoing nature that we cannot destroy
And those who attempt to do so, will later be consumed by its horror
I owe you all an explanationI owe you all an explanation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you all know, Lissachoa is Subject 222.
But what are these subjects about?
What kind of experiments did she go through?
What is the purpose of it all?
Well, sit back and I'll tell you everything.
It starts with the beginning.
Our world is full of myths, stories and folk lore.
The macabre, occult, and horror of monsters and the damned
that lurk in the darkness and dwells in the night
but what if these tales were not of
What if they were warnings of things to come?
Indeed we were caught off guard.
Some thought it was the Apocalypse, the Final Judgment, the end of the world
But heavens gates kept closed and earth remained.
On their own, mankind was trapped within the
Eternal cesspool of the damned.
Mankind soon was on the edge of extinction.
If Man were able to survive then we have to enhance ourselves and quickly,
At first live test subjects were used, but the body was unable to handle the sudden
Enhancements, resulting in a fatal outcome.
Anybody Can Write a Novel - OutlineAnybody Can Write A Novel - OutlineAnybody Can Write a Novel - Outline1 week ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A Step-by-step Guide for Anyone to Learn How to Write a Novel
This is an Outline of all my current articles, and a look at what is to come. I will try to update it, at least once every two weeks. Also note that just because something is absent from the Outline does not mean I don't plan to write it. This is a compilation of only chapters that have already been written.
(You'll notice that I have neglected some points and chapters within this Outline. This this is simply a result of realizing that there is so much to learn, when it comes to writing. Don't worry, I'll be sure to come back and fill in the gaps. Also, if this list inspires any requested topics that you would like me to address, please feel free to suggest them in the comments section.)
Chapter 1– Beginning to Write
ten things i want to do10.ten things i want to do6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to hold you and i want you to hold me.
i want to touch your cheek, read your mind, and tell you how many times i wondered what it would be like to kiss you.
i want to sit down and watch that fucking movie with you, because you never showed up that saturday to watch it with me.
i want to tell you that it hurts when you don't talk to me.
before i die, i want to know what goes on in your head everytime i look into your eyes or lean over your shoulder.
before i die, i want you to say outloud that you love me, even if its not true.
i want to see the seven wonders of the world.
i want to learn to fix cars, because it seems that every boy i lay my heart on wants me to. and this time i will, because if i'm going to die i need to die knowing how to do something you always wanted me to.
i want to stand out in the pouring rain - y'know the kind of rain that gets you completely soaked and your shirt clinging to your every curve within three and a half sec
Melancholy MorphousMelancholy Morphous5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It could just be me..
I could be selfish in every way..
But deep inside I want love
Maybe that's too much to say..
Can I be honest for once?
Would you care to see what's on my mind?
I long for the warm feelings..
After being so cold, I felt left behind
I spent many hours in darkness
And was trapped inside my head
I changed my tune and gained a voice
Now the tough exteriors left to shed
For I feel the warmth I once forgot
Last on the breath of lovers words
Yet i feel that I'm forgotten now
No ear to have me heard...
I could be greedy in wanting more
Or should my lonely heart be justified?
To be forsaken by loves touch
And play the rules set and abide?
I feel the urge in my hand
To grasp another and feel at peace
In hope you'll be my sanctuary
In hope my pain will cease
Maybe I'm sick deep inside
So in time I must get well
Until then I'll mourn with tears
There with time will only tell..
unworthy.You: A vast oceanunworthy.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
slipping between my fingers.
I: A tap, leaking.
Horrible poem is a horrible poem...Horrible poem is a horrible poem...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So this is a poem...I suppose
I'm uploading it for a close friend
Apparently here deviant art hates her and has become her foe
So I'm uploading this and hopeing their bicker ends ^-^"
Now heres a hug just for you!
I'm giving it to you because I wanted to!
Now please hold on to this rainbow and start singing!
I like really like llamas...
you're not prince charming.Do you remember the first time we met?you're not prince charming.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sure thing, it was that barbeque a few summers back. I was wearing jeans and you were wearing a stained skirt. Youd tripped over your shoelaces that youd forgotten to tie and knocked over the ketchup. How could I forget that graceful creature?
I remember that you were wearing a cornflower-blue shirt that matched your eyes and I only tripped because youd smiled at me. I still have that skirt somewhere. And I remember that you danced with your five-year-old cousin because shed asked. Ive never seen anything sweeter in my life.
I remember that, my back still hurts from bending down.
It was adorable. And then you came over and asked my name. Why?
You were standing in front of the steak. I came for the meat, you were just a bonus.
Always a romantic.
Im a walking Hallmark card.
But you still asked me to dance.
Dellin Hermoor KnufDellin Hermoor Knuf4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Name: Dellin Hermoor Knuf
Allegiance: Whoever pays the most.
Occupation: Mercenary for Hire/Bounty Hunter
Primary Scale Color: Dark Blue
Secondary Color: Dark Red
Eyes: Blue (Glow slightly due to the synthetics)
Has Synthetic eyes, arms and respiratory system
Name: Sera Sedah Knuf
Born on Kahje
-Died at the age 40 do to Kepral's Syndrome
Name: Vesta Otulp Knuf
Born on Kahje
-Served the Hanar
-Died at the age of 50
That winter the child was born.
It was a boy. They named him Dellin Hermoor Knuf. As he grew, his parents taught him all they knew. He became a well-rounded fighter, well enough to surpass his parents. He was a calm, collected child, who spent his days on the Net studying the outside world. After Sera's death Vesta became politically active and began searching for a c
My PerceptionDISCLAIMER: This is a biased opinion piece. Everything said is subjective. No facts here, but my emotions are justified.My Perception3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Written: March 30, 2012. Location: Memorial Hospital Psychiatric Wing.
"Homosexuality is a subculture that heterosexuals have the privilege not to know. Me on the otherhand have to know everything and anything to keep up a protective front that instills a place in heterosexual society. In the end this society isn't built for my kind... or at least that's what heterosexuals want me to believe. Gay rights are being won, but our small victories are nothing on a larger spectrum.
On a personal level in order for me to stay safe is to deny/withdraw my sexual desires to not hinder the sex lives of the srt8's. (There's no freedom in that. Just hurt and resentment.)
Str8's will tell me that I have to wait till I find a group of homo's to call my place home and be happy. The fact is that it's still shaming me for I have to seperate myself from th
What I've Always Wanted-Part 2What I've Always Wanted-Part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Victoria Kirkland mentally screamed. She would have coupled it with some hair-tearing and
possibly a few swear words here and there (her older brother unfortunately, was not exactly the best of
influence a sibling could have) if not for the fact that she was in literature class. What was once her
absolute favorite subject was soon becoming one of her most hated classes when she saw who she was
partnered up with for the midterm project. The teacher must have some kind of personal vendetta against
me. Why must I be paired up with Francis? Bloody pervert.
She gritted her teeth, refused to look at the smirk she knew was growing on Francis' face, and held her
gaze on the projector screen. She scanned the list noticing who her friends were partnered off with (Eliza,
lucky bitch, you get to be with Lilli). She unconsciously let her eyes drift to Alfred's name before catching
herself and forcing herself to look at a more neutral name. Shit. I do NOT care. I do not
cuando...Cuando tus sueños ensucian la realidadcuando...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuando vives y deseas morir
Cuando no crees en dios y te acuerdas de el
Cuando estoy sin ti
Cuando lloras sin derramar una lagrima
Cuando gritas y nadie escucha
Cuando hace frio y el tiempo no existe
Cuando estoy sin ti
Cuando no buscas la soledad, la encuentras
Cuando tienes los ojos abiertos y no estás despierto
Cuando estoy sin ti
Cuando abrasas a la obscuridad
Cuando corres y no llegas a ningún lado
Cuando estas herido y no sangras
Cuando la nostalgia te mata
Cuando los segundos se vuelven horas
Cuando la felicidad ha muerto
Cuando estoy sin ti
That KissI have never felt that kiss.That Kiss6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That kiss you see in movies
Where two faces linger in close proximity
Hovering uncertain of the chemical reaction
That comes when trembling lips meet.
My first kiss came with hungry intent
Forceful and probing.
The weight of his body against me
His hands holding down my arms above my head
I could not have been more willing
Or more surprised.
When I kissed my second love
It was full of fumbling and uncertainly
But that was not his lips.
By the time we were face to face
All hesitancy was gone.
The next time my mouth touched fresh lips
He had led me by the hand to his bed
There was no mystery no uncertainty
Of what lay ahead
When our lips met our hands were already
Tearing away the others clothes.
And then that day
Not so long ago
In the bustling cafeteria
His deep blue eyes pulling me in
His golden curls pooling around his face
I wanted so to lean abruptly in
Until our lips collided
Drawn together by inexorable forces
As if I had no say.
Would he have parted
Swan LakeSwan Lake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Such Bitter Hatred...Anger.Such Bitter Hatred...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A steady beat of rising anger.
It was almost as though the primal beat of Zebes' molten heart had fractured, had split, and was slowly but surely making its way up. Devouring all within its path and leaving nothing but fiery caves and volcanic vents; sulphur laden air and a wavering miasma of pure hatred.
Norfair was angry.
And the Hunter did not blame it. She had often wondered if a planet could have emotion. If a compacted ball of rock and mineral floating in its predetermined course around a central star in the dark reaches of space could develop a sort of sentience of its own. Norfair had never been this active, she knew. Not until the Chozo had left. Not until the Pirates had come. Not until the once peaceful twisting maze of alien architecture had been twisted into a technological hotbed of experimentation and abuse. Just as Maridia encompassed Zebes' sadness and Brinstar its abundance of life, still scrabbling for purchase; just as Crateria showcased its desolation and th
To SOPATo SOPA3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that with your tattered words that you shall protect me. In this land of freedom shouldn't I be able to speak for myself? I sit here in silent prayer a hope for this lost nation that in the final hour the people shall have their say. I need not quote the constitution for the cursed pen that was driven by that accursed hand that wrote you knew of it already. Since when does freedom mean our every move is controled and every thought silenced. To arms my brothers to arms my sisters and fight against this injustice. For when the founding fathers spoke of free speech they meant it not for the privilaged few. They meant it for all who come into our borders and call this nation home. Not just men or women or any race on earth but freedom for all who ask for precious liberty. Let us not waste our words on silly squabbles or hatred but rather fighting what our government's become that blasted tyrrany let all proclaim their unjust ways and put an end to this circus. "that whe