A Love LetterDear Love,A Love Letter3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes you wonder why I am just staring into your face and not speak a word. And I wouldn't know to explain it. When I look at you, I am thinking of how much I love you. Words can't even explain. I look at you and I can feel the love. It's insane how the distance is testing our patience and feelings towards each other. I know I can feel the pressure, sometimes stemming from my need for affection, other times, from how I wish I could be where you are right now and more reasons why I know that there is only one man in my mind and that is you.
All I want is to be loved and feel loved. I can feel it in my heart that you will be able to make me feel complete. It feels wonderful when you listen to me when I tell you how I am feeling. Some days, I just lose the track of time, just hearing your voice and seeing you smiling back at me. Every text that you send me gives me this rush of happiness, making me smile so much. I must've looked silly but you still think that I look
Enter AutumnEnter AutumnEnter Autumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn breaks the crisping shallows of leaves.
Autumn lets the rain pour down from the dark skies.
Autumn brings glowing pumpkins onto the porch.
Autumn lets the wind blow her hair around with cool fingers.
Autumn excitedly braces for Winter.
Winter comes smiling with white chattering teeth.
The two lovingly embrace.
FearFearFear7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fear I know I must let go of but cannot get past..
It stands in my way mocking me...
My mind telling me to move forward..
So my body tries..
And that fear holds me back..
Mocking my every waking moment...
Telling me to turn back..
So I give in. and let it control me...
Because i know no other way
To beat this fear..
And not let it hold me back
From the person I could be
PancakesPancakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Girl, I'm gunna do you like pancakes
Lay you down
Spread my hot syrup all over you
Mix it with your melted butter
and eat you all up
Painting of lifeMy painting weeps colorsPainting of life7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
sorrow and happiness
dark and light
off the canvas
onto my fingers
Red and orange
like the sunset color
of a warm beating heart
Delicate fingers painted
on the canvas wall
every detail matched
with every branch and line
Blue and black
sorrow and distress
Colors of the rainbow
of the world
of the cosmos
rubies and emeralds
fall out of my eyes
from the old and new colors
Your eyes seep of wonder
I grasp your hands
the symbiotic painting of life
My Little DashieOk, don't worry yourselves everyone. This is not a drill. Due to Deviant Art's word cap, I realized a bunch of edits going into my story have not been getting updated. So, I made a Google Doc which you can follow here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NwdIJMALxxi6egHz832IuNIHy1J7JAqulJFoGeLM5tY/edit?hl=en_US or an actual hyperlinky thingy below in the description. I was gonna just delete this and re-post something about it, but with so many of you commenting I was just overcome by your words. So, I wanted to keep them so that I can remember you all! Thanks!My Little Dashie4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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BBC Sherlock - Day OneJohn Watson sighed irritably and looked at his watch. Unsurprisingly his train was late. Probably the wrong sort of leaves on the line again. Either that or the entire thing had fallen through a hole in space and time and was currently being used as a chew toy by some beast from the dungeon dimensions. He had heard weirder excuses during his time spent on trains; mind you he didn't have a very good track record with that form of transport full stop. Something invariably went wrong. On one memorable occasion the driver, who had been trying to sneak a cigarette on the job, had dropped hot ash in his lap and accidentally set fire to his trousers.BBC Sherlock - Day One4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
John and the other bewildered passengers of the 9:00 to Norwich train had subsequently been treated to the driver shrieking over the intercom for one of the ticket men to come and assist him in 'putting his knackers out.'
He stood in Liverpool Street Station and stared vaguely up at the departure times board, getting jostled by the regular commut
Soul Eater Next Generation 5Soul Eater Next Generation 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here Comes The King
His body's weight slowly began to bring Tod even more down the needle. As he got closer and slowed Sangre pulled up his head to see his fading eyes.
"Don't worry you won't die immediately. After all where is the fun in that?"
A soft moan came from Tod's lips as he barely had the strength to bring his left hand up and touch the needle. Sangre only laughed harder.
"I wouldn't try to break it- you would only die faster from blood lost. Besides- I want you around to see this."
Her sights suddenly set on Alice, who unconsciously jumped back.
"Alie.., moo-ova," Tod said barely above a whisper, trying to give her a chance to run.
Sangre suddenly looked back at Tod again, "well looks like someone still has a little fight in them. But you are going to die- you do not need to be the selfless hero. It is not the story Lord Death is going to hear when they bring back the body of his only child. He is not going to remember your courage when the God of Death learns h
dont leave medont leave me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
im a crybaby.
i get sad over the littlest of things.
it hurts when someone else hurts.
they call it a blessing
i call it a curse
when someone else hurts, i feel it too
when there is sadness, im sad.
when there is pain, i bleed.
i hate this curse.
i care way too much.
i care for people.
i care if someone is sad.
i dont want them to be sad
because when they're sad, im sad
when they hurt, i hurt
i try to make them happy
so that im happy
and there is no pain
i become close to them
they become close to me
we're close to each other
i dont want them to hurt
because i can feel their pain
i dont want them too feel that pain
i become so caring..
i become so close..
.. i become so..
because i want them to be happy
once they go away
once they go on their own
once they go to a better place
.. leave me
i grow my own pain
i call my 'blessing' a curse for a reason.
because when others feel pain, i feel it
BBC Sherlock - Day ThreeSherlock Holmes sat cross-legged in his armchair, glaring at nothing.BBC Sherlock - Day Three4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How? How did Lestrade manage to screw up that badly? He had let a psychologically unstable, symmetry-obsessed serial murderer slip through his fingers with the result that a fifth victim had been killed. And NOW his methodology was evolving, the previous four victims had been men in their early thirties; the latest one was a seventy year old woman who had gone to the surgery three days before the first murder for a check-up appointment after a face lift. And as the killer's technique changed, the harder it would be for Sherlock to anticipate his next move.
Sherlock tangled both his hands in his curly hair and yanked in an attempt to vent his frustration.
A small meow made him look up.
Dante, his great-aunt's kitten was sat on the arm of his chair, looking at him. This was unusual as the animal in question was widely thought of as the spiritual reincarnation of Caligula and had the very bad habit of biti
Angels in London - Pt 3 and Case ReportInside of a cab that John had to hail, The Doctor looked between Sherlock and John. He was no fool, he could sense something between them, but it felt complicated. And not even complicated in the way he was used to between some of his companions and him. He specifically remembered Rose and Martha when thinking, but he quickly made his mind push the thought away. Now wasn't the best time to be dwelling on them.Angels in London - Pt 3 and Case Report2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He watched as John looked over to Sherlock as if to say something, but the cab suddenly screeched to a halt. Sherlock grabbed the door and John's arm as they were thrust forward. Regardless of this, John still ended up in The Doctor's lap. Before The Doctor could make a joke about it to his friends, the cab driver yelled, "Who the hell put a statue in the center of the street?!"
All three of the riders' eyes widened. "What?!"
"Don't blink!" The Doctor screamed as he jumped out of the cab with Sherlock and John. The cabbie turned his head when he heard the statement, confused by i
Asymmetric Beauty Chap 1Title: Assymetric BeautyAsymmetric Beauty Chap 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Welcome to DWMA
I looked up to the sky and sighed heavly as the two, suppose-to-be-mature twins beside me bickered back and forth about whom was sexier. They really were in despereate need for a girl, or what ever could calm them down.
I sighed again, we were on our way to the DWMA, or Death Weapon Meister Academy, we had been accepted there and we were more than excited (note sarcasm) we just weren't the kind to be held down by rules, but we needed to join and be part of them or else we would end up on the hunt list. Honestly we wouldn't want that. Who would?
I looked up to the sky. New life, new start right? Past was hunting but I needed to either overcome it or let it go. I just couldn't keep holding unto fear. Which was my other hope about joining, that for once, I could finally do something about the thoughts and events that hunted my existence for as long as I can remember.
"Fuck that, I'm not climbing all those stairs" Kiran yelled beside me.
Lo que nunca sucedioMarina me dijo una vez que sólo recordamos lo que nunca sucedió. Nunca le había dado importancia a sus palabras, pero hoy había vuelto a recordarlasLo que nunca sucedio6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Era un día lluvioso, de esos en los que la niebla cubre las calles y una fría brisa sale de las rendijas de las ventanas. A mí me encantaban esos días, solía salir a la calle y caminar solitariamente por las avenidas de mi barrio.
Saltaba los charcos como un niño pequeño, jugaba con el paraguas Luego, escuchaba silencioso a la lluvia. En esos momentos, mientras escuchaba el repiqueteo de las gotas de agua sobre mi cabeza, se me ocurrían ideas extrañas sobre la vida propia. "¿Qué hay tras la muerte? ¿He alcanzado la felicidad? ¿Y si...?"
Ese día estaba reflexionando sobre aquellas palabras que dijo Marina horas antes de su muerte.
"Sólo recordamos lo que nunca sucedió."
Marina murió en un extraño accidente
The Future Soul EatersIt started out as any ordinary day in Death City for Maka.Wake up,get ready,go to Shibusen,go home,make dinner,go to bed.It was all fine utill she went to sleep."Soul I'm going to bed.",she yawned."G-night.",he mumbled with a robotic tone.She sighed and turned around when she heard a "heh..."."What?" she asked."You sighed,are you upset that I didn't give you a heartfelt good-night?",he teased.She turned around,"N-nnn-no!..W-why would you think th-that?",she stuttered as she tried to keep from blushing.Soul looked at her,sighed,stood up and hugged her."Good-night Maka.",he half laughed and started pushing her towards her bedroom.*This has been going on for a while.She always sighs when I don't say a real good-night to her.*,he thought."Oh wait Soul-" "G-night Maka...",he sighed.He almost tripped when he tried closing the door and she flung it open."What?!?",He growled at her."I need water.",she mumbled and grabbed a bottle."Wait that was-",Soul started to say when she shut the door behiThe Future Soul Eaters5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Who's your daddy?DARTH VADER: "Brom never told you about your father, Eragon...I am your father!"Who's your daddy?8 years ago in Humor More Like This
ERAGON: "My father was Morzan, he betrayed and purged the Dragon Riders with Galbatorix, my mother left and gave birth to me before she died and I grew up with my uncle and aunt."
VADER: "Hmm... that sounds familier... oh well."
VADER: "The elves never told you what happened to your ancestors and your father. I am your father Aragorn!"
ARAGORN: "What are you babbling about? My father was Arathorn!"
VADER: "Are you sure?"
VADER: "Um... okay, my bad."
VADER: "Bilbo never told you what happened to your father! I am your father, Frodo!"
FRODO: "Don't be ridiculous. My father was Drogo. He died when I was little, in a boating accident.
VADER: "Dumbledore never told you-"
HARRY: "My father was James Potter!!!, he was killed by Voldermont"
VADER: "Voldermont? That pansy?"
HARRY: "Yeah... duuude... you have an obsession."
*Luke walks in*
LUKE to VADER: "Father?"
VADER: "Who the
BBC Sherlock - OpheliaSherlock Holmes was currently laying half on the sofa and half on the floor, looking and feeling like a scarecrow that had had most of its stuffing removed. This awkward, sprawling position was far from comfortable but he didn't really have a whole lot of choice. At this point he was just grateful that breathing was a reflexive action because his normally infallible mind and body were currently in a state of rebellion.BBC Sherlock - Ophelia4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Joooohn." He let out a low hoarse groan and then coughed at the effort that had required.
"What?" The doctor stuck his head around the door, tugging a comb through his short hair, eyebrows quirked curiously.
"John . . . Think 'm broken." Sherlock moaned into his arm.
"Seriously Sherlock, you should move." John said stepping over Dante who was sleeping stretched out on his back like a hairy grey draught excluder. "You'll do your back in if you stay in that position."
"Can't do your back in?"
John frowned slightly, reading bey
::Dangerous Lilacs::Nora strutted into the room; she worked the room like her own personal runway. Slinking into the changing area, she slid on her gear. Glittery red spandex top with metallic and shimmering black pleather trim. The shorts were simple; shimmery red alone and clung along her athletic legs and shapely...ass...ets. The top's straps were set across her shoulders, to bare not only cleavage but her signature fishnets underneath. Shaking her ebony waves out, she fluffed her hair for presentation. Paying careful attention to her violet bangs, she finished with her locks. She then sashayed over to the make-up area, settling herself in a chair. The make-up artist was probably very pretty, but was entirely generic against the violent beauty, and spoke little as she accented the flawless features of Nora's face. Nora's black fingernails tapped lightly and drew random circular patterns on the arm of the chair as she allowed the woman to apply lavender eye shadow, mascara and finally luminescent rosy l::Dangerous Lilacs::3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ForestsLight as a featherForests3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a gentle caress
Touching my cheek
The sweet smelling breeze of wildflowers
Ever so sweet and pure
Morning dew grass
Waves in the wind
Pouring down in rays
Stand high and strong
The guardians of mysteries unknown
Rivers and trickling streams
Again, that breeze
So calm and warm.
Dancing with GodDancing with God.Dancing with God4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A twirl, and a nod
every vestage of glory
revealed to me
pure and clean
I have not yet seen
the sin and hate
that fills this place
but then a dark aura
fills the air
as the angel of hate
enters the room
he takes my hand
with promises of happyness
that I already posess
I do not see God
calling to me
for sin is full
in my view
I begin to search
and I soon find
a new dance partner
of which to call mine
As I spin round and round
my head does the same
this high was not happy
it only added to my shame
God is still calling
watching me make
mistake after mistake
but I do not see him
as a new partner walks in
and the sinful tango
He gives me a rose
and my heart flutters
and with a gentlmanly bow
he takes my prized gem
and I am shamed again
God is still there
calling my name
but I do not see
carrying a knife
then i cut and bleed
And I hate my life
but then he pulls out
a powerful device
a device so strong