Ride in the rainI love to ride in the rain,Ride in the rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On my bicycle with greasy chain,
It's a feeling I cannot explain,
Ride on my bike in the rain.
Though the rain floods the street,
The muddy roads are not very neat.
Again, there is the wind to defeat,
It can also cram my feet.
Yet the rain is quite a treat,
It is better than the scorching heat.
The rain cools me down,
Though, I may look like a clown,
It doesn't bring me down,
Cause I love to be the rain soaked clown.
It is like a toiling break,
Often makes me shiver and shake,
Sometimes my health is at stake,
Yet I love to take this break.
I ride on my bike in the rain,
You may think, I am insane,
It is a feeling I cannot explain,
The joy of riding in the rain.
Still in the Friend Zone"What are you trying to figure out?" Garrus asked as he saw the look of concentration on Shepard's face. He'd seen it all too often on the battlefield, but rarely when they were just talking.Still in the Friend Zone2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How did you...?" She asked before smiling and shaking her head. "It's nothing... just wondering something..." She trailed off, returning to her drink. He followed her gaze to find that she had been looking at the turian and quarian couple who were still at the bar, just as they were.
"What?" He asked and she sighed, still smiling and shaking her head.
"Doesn't matter..." She muttered and he nudged her shoulder with his own.
"Come on." He said and she sighed.
"I was just... wondering about them again..." She admitted and Garrus raised a brow plate.
"Wasn't the point of this to get your mind off romance?" He asked and she sighed.
"I guess... I was just... Never mind." She said, shaking her head again.
"Okay, now I'm officially curious." He said and she downed her drink before continuing.
"I was jus
1The moon and the stars12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter
2Wings flap, desperate22 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Try to escape this world, they
3If Death comes tonight32 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For me, for you, for us all
Why try to stop it?
4Legs, running towards42 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an uncertain future, brave
not knowing danger
When My Little Pony Meets Horny TeenagersYou remember the My Little Pony from the eighties, don't you? Even if you didn't grow up with it, you most likely know of its existence. Those pudgy plastic collectable figures and the nostalgically bad kid's TV show to accompany them were very much a product of the times, embodying the consumer Zeitgeist of the period. And now we look back on their evanescence with misty eyes, firmly believing that they deserved the 'young-girl' tag that went with the product.When My Little Pony Meets Horny Teenagers3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It must largely be the visual appeal of the 2010 re-boot of the franchise, "Friendship is Magic", that has made a whole group of older individuals into fans. Those old, chubby ponies are now slender, beautifully animated characters with big, jewel-like eyes. And we must focus on the visual superiority of these ponies, and the popularity of "Friendship is Magic" with an older demographic, in order to understand why there has been such an influx in pornographic content regarding these equines.
Undoubtedly there was My Little Pony
Who are you?Who are you?Who are you?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know how to answer that?
I know I am me.
And nothing more.
Are you kind?
Are you brave?
Are you strong?
Are you noble?
Are you greedy?
Are you a coward?
Are you weak?
Are you selfish?
How do you answer to this?
To be claimed as one of these.
I have been called one.
But not all.
I may not be strong,
but I do what I can.
I may not be selfish,
but I can see the noble.
Can you answer me this?
This one small question.
That no one thinks of themselves,
yet they ask this many times.
Who are you.....
Enter MeEnter Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enter me at your own risk
While I slide my fingers over your disk
I'll kiss slowly down your neck
As you give my shoulders a peck
Just remember there is no way back
Enter me slowly as our bodies smack
Do not stop but go, go, go as you fingers move down low
For if you move real fast, I will move real slow
Enter me now if you wish
For I will eat off you like a dish
Thus was the night before Soul Eater Christmas...Thus was the night before Christmas,Thus was the night before Soul Eater Christmas...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all through the house,
Black*Star was yelling,
Disturbing the mouse!
Tsubaki tried all she could.
She gave him a toy,
Even made him a food dish,
But nothing could silence the young boy!
It woke up the partners Soul and Maka.
Maka was the first to try.
But even with a book to his head,
He just passed it by!
Soul tried next.
With his scythe right arm,
He gave the boy a blow to the head,
And he suffered quite a bit of harm.
None the less,
Black*Star continued to yell,
About how Santa wasn't going to come,
Then he stopped when he heard a bell.
In came the jolly man,
Through the door with his big sack,
He told Black*Star to go back to sleep,
Or he wouldn't get his video game pack.
So the boy went to bed,
And all went back to silence at last.
Tired Soul, Maka, and Tsubaki looked at Santa,
Wondering how he was there so fast!
With a red cheeked grin,
Saint Nick pulled down his beard,
And with his hat falling off,
Death The Kid appeared!
AlmanacIt is not October until a stray cat tries to follow you home.Almanac2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It does not have to be a black cat.
It does not need to have
whiskers warped like whirls of smoke disturbed,
fur matted with ravenous burrs,
frame as gangly as a sapling with bark destined
to keep count of age rings.
The cat can be fat
in an ungluttonous way,
like a harvest moon.
If it's hungry, just feed it the snack cakes
that expired in June.
It is not October until you're trailing a shadow
other than your own. Say, you snagged
the silhouette of a picket fence
on the cuff of your jeans,
or the underbelly
of a scarecrow shaped
like the barn-hound
snoozing on the job.
You keep every shadow under your bed.
in the light, they grow into your undersized school shoes,
scuttle about, make carpeted floor curse like wood,
work their way into your growth spurts,
fit over skin and skeleton like saran wrap.
"You weep like a willow," Grandpa said
the first day you bled,
you tried to cover your body's crime
with the only crime scene tap
Ep 7- High School DaysEpisode seven- high school daysEp 7- High School Days6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you remember when we used to be normal? Mike asked Billie Joe.
Billie Joe looked at Mike and said with complete honesty, Weve never been normal Mike.
Mike sighed, Well do you remember when we were more normal than we are now?
Billie thought about this for a moment then replied, I think the day we changed from weirdos to freaks was the day we met Tré.
Mike nodded in agreement. I think youre right... He sighed, That was a tough day.
BEGIN FLASHBACK OF EPICNESS!!
Afternoon classes dragged on as they usually did for Billie. He sat in math class, or was it geography? He was too busy doodling on his arm to notice.
He was just about adding the finishing touches to a heart-shaped grenade on his arm, which was accompanied by a missile with the word Dookie on it. Mike was sitting at his desk next to Billie, twanging a ruler on the edge of the desk.
Dancing With Dreams'I'm back.'Dancing With Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a small wooden container.
Taking it, the Other opened the box, 'It's empty.'
A small nod, 'My happy ending. It's you.'
Hardly Love At AllIt's quite strange how we met. The patter of electronic signals passing through the lines. The sound of the computer fans buzzing by my ear. The moaning of the woman I was currently having sex with. Across from us was her husband who was having sex with a much younger girl. She was closer to my age than the couple was.Hardly Love At All4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We stood outside the doorway to the apartment building fully dressed. "Got a ride?" I asked her. She seemed too innocent to be meeting strangers on the internet and having sex with them. She just nodded her head no. "Neither do I," I said and she smiled. She was quiet when I first walked in the apartment. She sat on the couch next to Greta, the married woman. Greta played with her hair as I approached them. I knew their would be another person there but I didn't expect anyone as young or as fragile as she looked.
"Catching a bus?" I asked her. She nodded yes.
"Do you live far?" I continued to attack her with questions. She took some time to answer and she kinda wobbled h
Mushrooms - Piece 1For being a basement, it finally started to feel like home, Ryan thought to himself. He had spent the last two years of his life becoming an artist, while he was kept in the darkness in the bowels of his captor's house.Mushrooms - Piece 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't alone. Lorena was about his age, sixteen, but she was still far from trying to make the best of the situation. Ryan didn't blame her.
There were a few positives to living like this and Ryan tried to take advantage with what he had. The basement he was kept in was much bigger than his old room and, more importantly, he was surrounded by all the art supplies he needed. He was currently painting the farthest wall from the stairs into a beautiful blue sky when Lorena returned with Uncle John. It was his best piece of work - his masterpiece.
The locks clicked one by one - there were a total of seven. One light lit the room - it hung, and it swayed. Ryan always became blinded when the door opened, but through that blinding light he could see Lorena's return.
Wait for meWait for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
One Who Masters Magic: PrologueOne Who Masters Magic: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Prophecy Worth Blood
Prophecy is both a gift and a curse. It can gift a man with insight into the future that can benefit all of mankind, but it can also curse him with knowledge that others will kill to obtain or to silence.
Terrand of Malorez, Master Prophet
429, Third Age
The sound of iron shod hooves clattering against cobblestones rang out as three dozen men rode hard toward a drab monastery nestled in a small grove of trees miles down the road. The men ignored the cold winter wind that bit at their cheeks and the looming darkness from the shortened days. They knew the way to their destination well and the simple road guided them even in the dim light. All of these men were dressed in expensive heavy plate armor with mail beneath and carried spears in their hand and a sword on their belt. Each wore the crest of their emperor upon their chest plate. The silver mountain and the four golden stars
WonderMy eyesWonder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blind now to everyone but you
Bemused but in joyous agreement
Begins again each time we touch
Breathes a whispered song of love
Tutorial para poner los iconos en los creditos¡Hola!Tutorial para poner los iconos en los creditos3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hoy vamos a responder una de las dudas más frecuentes entre las personas que comienzan a usar Deviantart: cómo dar créditos o citar a un usuario por su avatar de cuenta. Ya sea porque es práctico o se ve más bonito, poner el avatar resulta cómodo y atractivo.
Una cosa que deben saber sobre los íconos es que se ven en:
-Comentarios del Autor (al pie de los dibujos o escritos)
-Comentarios en general
En este tutorial sencillo les enseñaremos la fórmula que se utiliza para poner los íconos y les presentaremos la lista de créditos de los Personajes Frecuentes de Latin Hetalia:
La fórmula para poner los íconos es la siguiente:
: + icon + nombreuser + :
Es la misma fórmula para los grupos.
: + icon + nombregrupo + :
Créditos Personajes Frecuentes de Latin Hetalia
I'd Like Food, Please [RomanoXReader]Romano really didn't like Italy all that much. So what could be worse than having him over for a visit? Having two Italies over for a visit, of course! His 'idiot brother' had insisted on bringing his friend as well. It was easy to see why he liked her. The woman was just like him, minus the pasta obsession.I'd Like Food, Please [RomanoXReader]2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Romano had sent his little brother upstairs to ask their guest what she would like for dinner, after Italy had suggested they eat pasta for the sixth night in a row. Not that he minded pasta of course. And he certainly didn't mind what she thought! He just felt that a change would be good. Yeah...that was it.
Speaking of which, Italy was taking an awfully long time to ask a simple question. There were two obvious explanations for this. The more probable of the two being that Italy simply forgot. You know, after getting distracted by a tear in the wallpaper or something. The other one, not as likely, but still possible, was that she started talking about something else, and BOTH of
MistakeTrust is such a delicate thing,Mistake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a new bud,
Bursting out of the snow,
Fragile and easily broken.
The winter's wind taunting it so,
The snow about it threatening to encase it within its icy grip,
The bud holds on.
Till the sun's warm rays vanish,
The warmth that gave the bud such shelter and strength,
Ripped away from it,
Leaving it with no hope.
The frozen fingers within the snow reach,
Surrounding the new born bud within its tomb,
And with one flick,
It could break within a million frozen pieces that cannot be mended.
I give you this image to depict how easily trust can be born,
And how it can be shattered.
Take care of the trust you have,
And that is given to you.
You may give it to the wrong person,
Who holds your trust within their own icy grip,
Taunting it with mockery,
And letting it slip through their fingers,
Shattering that fragile part of you.
When we trust,
We are making ourselves vulnerable to someone,
It takes a strong and good person to appreciat
.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
The Tempest of Your MindIt's amazing to watch you wither away and die slowly as your mind explodes softly. It's horrible too though.The Tempest of Your Mind2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's horrible when I call it amazing. But how can I not?
It is what it is and there's nothing I can do.
Age is your enemy, I can see. It's led you to glassy eyes and faded smiles and you're so confused but everyone calls you the wisest ever alive. Even though you're not. You're not. You forgot your memories and your tribulations and errors when all your friends passed away. Pity too, because your advice would mean a lot. A lot to me.
But the tempest of your mind controls your thoughts and words. All your voice does is add dust to the wind.
It's rather disappointing.