HeridasTranslation available in Artist's CommentsHeridas7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No puedo decir que conozco cada rincón de tu cuerpo ...
Pero sí que he recorrido cada centímetro de tus heridas
Mis dedos se han hundido en ellas, algunas tan profundas que por un instante me permitieron tocar tu interior. Sin embargo, al ver tus ojos llenarse de dolor, dejé de explorar y me dispuse a sanarlas
Mis manos acariciaron sus bordes ásperos, que han marcado irreversiblemente tu piel canela
Sentí el miedo que despiden y me mareó el olor amargo que emana de ellas
Las limpié con mis labios y percibí su sabor a sangre vieja
Intenté curarlas con mi alma ...
Y ahora habito en ellas
Cardinal Rules of Tampon UsageCardinal Rules of Tampon Usage11 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
When you're sitting in the bathroom stall at school, unwrapping the tampon package as discreetly as possible, do you ever wonder if the telltale paper rip and slam of the metal disposal box means your neighbor is doing the same thing?
Most girls say no, they don't wonder if they're applying a tampon. They know they're applying a tampon.
I used to think that, too. I mean, what else could someone possibly be doing?
Then I started going to an all-girls high school. And girls do lots of weird stuff in the bathroom. There's plenty of things that you might have wrapped in paper and want to dispose of in a box that the male janitorial staff doesn't look in before throwing out.
Last Tuesday, I had my first real encounter with one of these behind-bathroom-doors mystery figures. And when I left the bathroom that day, I was changed. And I'll never feel the same way about anything again.
At approximately 2:25 PM, I was permitted to leave health early, pleading that I couldn't go at 2:30 because I'
Acero y terciopeloTranslation available in Artist's CommentsAcero y terciopelo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desprecio la idea de perderte, porque estás hecho de acero y terciopelo, de sueños y lágrimas ...
Porque tienes esos labios que no piden perdón y mucho menos permiso, insaciables y pecaminosos, que tantas veces ya han tatuado te amos en toda mi piel. Y ese espíritu tan libre e indiferente, ensalzado en un poco de cobardía y desdén; que exige su independencia y se desliga a cada paso. Pero aún así, vuelve cada noche a mis brazos buscando consuelo para poder descansar.
Tan contradictoria naturaleza, tan agridulce tentación, deja en mi cuerpo esa sensación de arrepentimiento y peligro que mi boca prefiere callar, que detesto y a la vez necesito que corra por mis venas para poder respirar.
Si me utilizas a placer, ¿qué más da? Bien sabes que ambos disfrutamos la agonía que provoca la incertidumbre del mañana y los fantasmas bajo tu cama. Así que ahora t
NectarinesI said I preferred peaches,Nectarines7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you wanted a nectarine.
So we brought it back
and you portioned it out
and I found it wasn't better
only different. You went back
to your city, and I held the taste
in my mouth for days.
Curl the knife around the pit;
gently twist the halves apart.
Admire the honey-golden forms
and the rich-veined flesh.
So what did I buy at the grocer's
on St. Benedict's Street? Not
peaches, but smooth nectarines.
It is different in this country,
where pleasures have become
These days I cannot taste
except in memory.
Internet Smiley Dictionary WIP=] or or C: - A simple smile, use it when something is a little funny, or when somethng good happens, or when youre happy.Internet Smiley Dictionary WIP6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
=[ or or :C - A frown, used for times when things are a little sad, or when youre giving you the guilt trip and you want something. Example: =[ Please, can you tell me that secret?
or - A big smile, used for when great things happen, or when things are actually really funny. Also when youre extremely happy about something or glad for someone.
or - A happy stick your tongue out smiley. Use it when something someone did was funny but stupid, or when you just said a joke, or called someone stupid not really meaning it.
='] or :) - A happy smiley with a tear, basically meaning youre so happy that your crying, like in situations when you're proud of someone, but it's sad at the same time.
='[ or :( or :C - A frown with a tear. Use it when something is pretty sad, but not tragic.
T__T- A sm
dragdrag10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of anathematized eggheads, dead poets, uprooted saddle-tramps -
an eclectic shangri-la that impales itself upon her sensibilities
like a beached whale on her shore
And this cold, small man-
call him Animus Annihilated-
"You wanna see Heaven baby?, Here's your chance." -
An open invitation to cool her heels in
the shadow of his soul.
Hoodwinked by her own loathsome ideal
she ogles the out-side,
staring through the cigarette that drips from her mouth,
into her love's eye
the thoughtful modern judasthe thoughtful modern judas9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
I am writing to s
ell you the Chris
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ered him, living
in my room, and I
could use the mon
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uch to ask for th
e S a v i o r of
the whole World.
You might ask me how I knew him, and it's really quite
simple you see. His mother came to visit last week an
d she kissed him on the cheek. I know there are a few
indiscrepancies, but I'm sure you can make up the diff
erence and fill in the details. After all, I'm only a
sking thirty sheckles. I'm not even bothering with th
e pesky affair of inflation. The whole world is small
er and Rome isn't
too far away thes
e days, I hear, a
nd I imagine that
as an empire you
To arrange a pick
-up for the Savio
r of the World, y
ou can come to vi
sit at medication
time when the nu
rses are all busy
with their little
paper cups and I
will tie him to t
he likes to go to
baptise the sinner
ASK THE ARTIST INTERVIEWASK THE ARTIST INTERVIEW2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with HamletMachine
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview HamletMachine, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART, including the ever popular Starfighter series.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, HamletMachine.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
Thank you for having me!
This is pretty rad. I haven't used the DA chats too often but I am getting awesome AOL memories
Does anyone RP in these?
::Sips bloodwyne from chalice::
~romanshoubu asks "Tell us about your process and how you come up with stories?"
Roman! Hello there!
Ah, well for Starfighter- I was a huge fan of the yaoi genre and I loved sci-fi, but with a few exceptions (such as Ai no Kusabi), I hadn't really seen the two merged
I came up with designs for the characters and tried to think of how I wanted their person
Stories...A quiet night,Stories...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An open sky,
The wind blowing by,
A blazing fire,
A circle of friends,
A bag of marshmellows,
And stories that never end,
From scary to funny,
Sad to happy,
To one's that make you think,
And the ones that make you smile,
Around the circle the stories go,
From big to little,
Tall tales to short stories,
Epic adventures to wonderous fantasies,
The stories wind on,
The fire dies down,
The marshmellows are gone,
And everyone lays down,
And look at the stars,
The wonderous glittering jewels,
That inspire fantastic stories,
And keep storytellers like me around.
13 Haikus13 Haikus10 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Haikus are very weird
What were the damn Japs thinking?
I just ate Twizzlers.
When the cops showed up,
I had to hide all the drugs
Deep in my rectum.
Thor's a very cool god.
His hammer is fucking cool!
I'd be his best friend.
I'm happy, but why,
Why does it hurt when I pee?
No doctors can help.
Sometimes my balls itch
I cannot scratch them because
Kids will laugh at me.
My friend is so hot!
Dylan has such a nice butt!
I touch it whenever.
I've never had shrooms
But I think they might be cool
Maybe I'll try them.
I don't like zombies.
They smell like dirt and semen.
But Dave Chase will help.
I have lots of hair
Male pattern baldness sucks ass
I'm a sex machine.
It's so tiny and so sweet
I might eat it.
Today I shampooed.
My hair smells like a fresh rose
My haikus are best
Get me a fucking trophy
I want a kitten
Because they are so fucking cute
I'd touch it everyday.
No, You're Not DepressedI walk through this crowded hallwayNo, You're Not Depressed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brushing against beautiful girls and
The broad desirable males that lust
After the stereotypical sluts in leggings
That are a size too small. They know
So they starve themselves to stay thin
And put their daily smiles on but even
The most fortunate of the high schools
Celebrities could never be content.
They drown themselves in alcohol
And homework to forget the pain
That resides in their unknown hearts.
They think that no one understands,
That they're the unfortunate ones
With their drama and average struggles
Of everyday life. How could they see
Me walking here without anyone
To speak and share my laughter
And pain with? I walked by unnoticed.
DepressedYou make me fell like life is worth living. Love is a war and if you fall in love you lose. I feel like Im falling apart inside. How can you break my heart and say its because I deserve better.Depressed8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you break a heart after it stops beating? Its funny how you can break your heart and you still love them with all the little pieces. What did I do to deserve this? Feel my pain hear my screams and watch me fade. Doesnt it make you sad to find yourself all alone? I close my eyes but I cant seem to block you out. Even if you cant see it there is so much pain behind these eyes. Every time some one asks me if Im ok its just a reminder that Im not. I always feel so worthless. The pain may pause but it never goes away. Im everything that I hate because of you. Im to sad to care anymore. The tears just keep falling and now Ive cried too many tears. Im so sick of speaking words
I Love You MotherI watched them smile happily at each other; I stood wide eyed at the fluidity of their movements: bending with each gust of wind and the sun warming their leaves, making them shift slightly. I kept my distance as I observed them, they tracked the sun with a hidden compass and never straying from their designated path. Each day they would lift their heads to the sky and gaze longingly at the pale golden rays blazing above them.I Love You Mother7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
They would twinkle little melodies each time the sun would break from a stray cloud and shine even brighter. Their green hands would fold downward when the rain fell from the above, like tiny, clear pearls dropping delicately to the ground. I'd watch in amazement at the long complicated dances they would perform for their only audience, the Sun.
With their leafy tendrils they would carry loved ones high in the air, illuminated by the sheer joy the sunlight brought them. Raising their voices in unison they sang praise for the shower of golden rays that woke them e
PassengerPassenger7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wrote me:
This is the time of all things read;
the time of books, clean hands, straw dogs,
shared looks. This is the time
that finds the time to settle down;
to open that smile with enormous plans;
to pound on metal rolled with rust;
to lie when lovers lie, alone, quiet,
in kitsch and style.
She wrote me:
Death for some is a careless cat,
one that lacks a voiceand love
and never plays chess.
But that is not my choice.
You see, I prefer the quieter sort;
the kind of death that stalks one
through shapeless blur, a caress of trust
and a lack of breathnow three, now two
a sweet bluff and a face that looks
of you, only that's not enough.
I remember the films during which you cry,
and the way you hide it, fiddling
with your change to make your eyes avoid
the two mice riddling some pocket full of holes.
I remember the nights you tried to pray.
You clasped your hands and dreamt up God
and what he may or may not do. And I,
following November, came with you.
DangerousDangerous11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish for
words that leap
like poison frogs,
words that creep
words as colourful
CentauriI want your kisses on my neckCentauri3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like angry lightning
and your fingertips stinging
every curve of my torso--
I want your lips kneading
silken heat into my collarbone
and your palms exploring
the highways and alleys of me--
your eyes are so lonely
and your scowls
only tempt me
into aiming kisses unto your lips
til you smile;
you know you're
a star, love-
but you smother your light
The First MovementThe First Movement8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I left my lover on the floor,
arms bent like a lamp cord.
He said to me things were
different looking up;
the ceiling was brighter,
my eyes were lit up.
And he sank into sand tiles,
his hands were raw and waiting,
PunishmentThe police were out in force, sirens flashing everywherePunishment7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn't understand, I couldn't see how it was fair
I suppose it was my punishment for being such a fool
And I still regret the day that I peed in the swimming pool.
Very soon the whole world knew, I was on the evening news
Thousands came to talk to me, the journalists formed queues
I was being sent to jail, because I broke the golden rule
That at no cost must you ever pee in someone's swimming pool.
They collected water samples, fingerprints and DNA
And told me I was guilty; there was nothing I could say
I supposed that prison couldn't be a whole lot worse than school
But I wished beyond all words that I had not peed in the pool.
I was locked indoors all morning, I broke rocks all afternoon
It was torturing my mind, I really hoped I'd get out soon
We ran on treadmills every day, they fed us all on gruel
I suppose it was fair punishment for peeing in the pool.
They gave me a life sentence, I was never coming out
I slumped against
Out with a BangOut with a Bang.Out with a Bang3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
By Faith Lindbom
Sam Rider: Classic, Humphrey Bogart, Private eye type. Has a tendency to voice his thoughts out loud.
Helena Dove : Sweet, alluring, yet overdramatic girl who is looking to find the strange criminal who is out to ruin her father's airplane shipping business.
Captain Danny Swift: Slightly crazy airplane pilot who lives in his/her own world. Can be male or female.
Dr. Bang: Crazy, mad-man who keeps hijacking Helena's father's cargo planes for no clear reason. Loves just talking in a really loud voice. Is comically evil.
(Sam is sitting at his "desk" (we have no props) all cool and private eye like. Perhaps pantomiming that he is reading the paper. He narrates himself out loud)
Sam: It was a typical day down in St. Louis. The radio was playing the same drivel, the rain was pelting the window outside my office, like an ex begging for alimony, and I had just successfully dodged jury-duty for the fifth time. New record I think. Anyway the name's Same Ri
Crying In The Rain...Im barely holding on,Crying In The Rain...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing to forget my pain.
No one hears me,
While im crying in the rain.
I cant tell the difference
Between the rain drops and my tears.
I hope no one else notices,
I want no one to know my fears.
I smile when im unhappy,
I hide when i feel alone.
In my room, i cry myself to sleep,
I cry when im on my own.
My hurt is building,
One day, ill let it all go.
Til then ill cry alone everynight,
I wont let anyone know.
and now i can't breathei just dislodged my lungsand now i can't breathe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to tell you i loved you
HopeI'm plauged in a worldHope10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That never ends
Alone in this place
I am condemned
Cursed to this life
Which has no plan
The pain in my heart
can no more expand
Watching and waiting
Just wishing to die
My soul is aching
My dreams cannot fly
I'm a person with talent,
A future to uphold,
But those are just many
Lies I have been told
I feel like I'm walking,
But not going any where
There is plenty of time,
But not one second to spare
Why am I still living?
What do I expect?
That an angel will come down
And save me from this wreck!?
Yet...there must be a small
Hope hiding inside,
Because surely I would
Have already died
How will I find this
Hope I seek?
When everything I hold
is so dark and so bleak
This must be the treasure
I've been waiting to find.
I cannot wait until the day
I will claim it as mine!
Hopefully, it's truth
will not stand to wait,
Because too soon,
Will be too late.
to my motherFor nine long months, you held me in your womb,to my mother6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coping with every issue I caused you;
Morning sickness, mood swings, cravings, swollen ankles.
Your body rejected me, but you never did.
I was born two weeks before your birthday;
You suffered amazing pain and kept your eyes on the clock.
You delivered me at ten-thirteen at night,
The moon watching your little baby arrive
When even the sun had given up seeing you through this;
But through this, you were,
And you cradled me in your arms, cooing and smiling and falling in love with me the second you saw me.
I was covered in membranes, colored yellow from jaundice, wailing.
I was tiny and fragile and noisy,
But you thought I was beautiful.
In the next months,
I cried throughout the nights, forcing you awake when you needed the sleep most.
You cradled me, I spit up on you
You hugged me, I sobbed
You cried, I cried.
I was part of you.
In the following years,
I was your porcelain doll,
Strangers telling you exactly how beautiful your little gir