Emotional decompositionPoison words, seeping in through thin skinEmotional decomposition4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Daggered tongue, uttering sharp words that slice
Shadowed expressions, clouding one's true senses
Anger boiling, melting mind and reason
Misery spreading, filling each pore
Tears falling, staining the clear mask
Darkness consuming, tainting a pure heart
A bruised body, covered in scars
Darkened eyes, unable to see the light
Face faded, worn my the rivers of tears
Emotions lost, but misery itself
Cracked mask, weakened and worn
Shadowed soul, darkened forever
Sanity held by a thread, cut by harsh words
Body breaking, becoming a hollow shell
Light disappearing, consumed by shadows
Life fading, slipping through my fingers
Heart breaking, unable to ever be mended
It all ends, with just a few words
The body breaks, with just a small push
Sanity past it's brink, the mind is lost
The soul dies, to many wounds to mend
Everything comes to an end, everything turns to dust
Fade's WallsLost in a worldFade's Walls8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walls the only things keeping you sane
Walls around your mind
Walls around your heart and soul
Never let anyone close
Never let anyone really see you
Just the illusion
Just the rumors and the face
Nothing true to your person
Just the walls
Walls of stone
Not likely to break
Hope they never crumble
They're the only thing keeping you sane
Reaching for someone
Anyone to care enough
To break the walls
To release you from the darkness
To release you from the box you stealed yourself in
To save you from yourself
Will anyone care enough?
Will anyone break through your walls?
Will anyone see what you long to be?
Will they set you free?
Free from your...
Street Fighter X Tekken - Morrigan/FeliciaStreet Fighter X Tekken - Morrigan/Felicia4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Morrigan & Felicia: Team Darkstalkers
Street Fighter X Tekken: Team DLC Designs
Morrigan travels to the human world from the Makai in search of a little fun and adventure, soon learning from the news of the artifact landing in the South Pole by the name of Pandora, also learning of all the attention that it was receiving from fighters and companies all over the world. She decided to pursue the box, in hopes that she would be able to find some extravagant entertainment along the way. Along the way, however, she runs into an old friend of hers from a few years ago, Felicia. She'd had learned of the box too, hoping that she could perhaps find the box to bring more popularity to herself as a pop-star, planning on moving up to the big-times and possibly becoming a movie star. Morrigan and Felicia, both headed in the same direction, decide that they will work together to find Pandora, thus beginning the adventure to the South pole for these two Darkstalkers Girls.
Becoming the Baby - ABDL Story - PART 1Becoming the Baby - ABDL Story - PART 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two sisters, a little bit of tension, and an instant truth or dare game. That's how our story starts, meeting two girls - Jamie and Jacklyn. Jamie is the older of the two, Jamie being 18 and Jacklyn being 13 but in some cases acts like the younger of the two girls, teasing her younger sister constantly, calling her a baby because of her height.
Jacklyn being irritated at being called a baby decided to start her master plan. "Come at me, baby. I choose dare.", Jamie said, teasing her sister about her height.
The truth or dare game started normally, the younger sister insisting on playing Truth or Dare with her older sister, the older sister accepting, and then it starting. Ice cubes were put into the pants and shirts of the girls as a dare, making them wiggle all over the place. As well as the run around the house screaming as loud as you can, and do a prank call. This game was getting serious though..
"One more dare and then we're done, okay?", Jacklyn said to her older sister.
PrinceImpossible de décrire la perfection qui se dérobe devant mes yeux avides,Prince3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
D'un regard lascif, tu te tournes vers moi,
Révélant une chair de soie, claire et invitante.
Désireuse de la caresser du bout des doigts,
Telle une multitude de goutellettes de pluie sur un sol ardent,
Sans jamais pouvoir m'abstenir,
Ô toi, tentation,
Tantôt prince, tantôt fou.
Vagabondant dans mes pensés avec ta carrure noble,
De tes airs effarouchés, et pourtant si désirables.
Toujours plus vrai que la tentation d'un instant,
Une pulsation vive au creux de mon être,
M'attirant, m'étreignant chaque fois avec plus de vigueur.
Ton visage, pour moi,
Souvenir d'un aurore au coeur de la pénombre,
Seigneur de la nuit, tu éveilles mes sens.
M'approchant de tes lèvres suaves, sans toutefois m'y poser
Afin d'y voler un instant de plus,
Ton souffle brûlant, susurrant l'extase d'une nuit à naître.
C'est cela que tu m'inspires,
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
Male!BelarusxReader: Soulless EyesMale!BelarusxReader: Soulless Eyes4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why don't you become one with me big brother?" You heard Belarus hiss at Russia amidst the chaos that most know as the World Conference. It was as if you were always drawn to him, no matter how much he wanted his own brother.
Sure, you were rather close to the three brothers; Ukraine, Russia and Belarus that is, but you mainly obsessed over the youngest of the three. Sure, they all looked rather good-looking but you thought Ukraine and Russia looked too much alike.
No, it was some odd attraction to this violent, intimidating, brother-stalking man. Maybe it was the short, platinum hair or those violet eyes. That's true, his eyes always seemed so dulled and lifeless, like he was a walking, soulless shell.
While in thought, you barely noticed that his eyes had fallen upon you staring towards him. When he walks away from his spot, you didn't even flinch until his hand gripped tightly and painfully on your shoulder.
Placing your hand atop his, tryi
DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised September 2014)DW's Guide on Art Commissions8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART. I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful. I'll try to update this guide once a year. Please look at the title to see when this was last revised.
DISCLAIMER: ***READ ME PLEASE***
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. I wish the very best for the commissioner and the commissioned.
Table of Contents:
Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission
Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites
Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Screen Your Candidates
Phase 5: Communication with the Artist
Phase 6: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
This Art Is ShitIf I knew then what I knew now, maybe I might have appreciated my work a little more.This Art Is Shit5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I always used to compare myself to the other artists that I would see, artists much older than me, with the training and the experience I didn't have. It didn't seem to matter to me where they came from, just that they where good and I was not. If I had understood at the time that someday, with perseverance, study and practice that I too might be ask good as them, maybe I might have worked a little harder, studied a little more and not been so down on myself.
Now I look back on a lot of the artists who were my idols, megabytes worth of their art saved to my ancient drive in the basement for reference and inspiration. I realize, they really weren't that good. Some of them were actually quite bad. At any given time, if your art sucks to you or even thousands of other people, it is amazing to someone and you are inspiring someone else by sharing it with them.
If it seems like you are not improving at all
No use crying over spilt bloodThe blood is shed,No use crying over spilt blood4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And now it flows,
Upon the ground,
On which the weeds grow.
For I see what,
No one else can see,
'Cause they say,
They are too busy;
But I don't seem
It all went wrong:
What I had planned;
They all wail
And yell and shout,
But its all gone,
The word is out;
And everyone can
See right through,
What you have done
It was not your cue,
You have made,
All the wrong moves,
And now you'll suffer,
For I've got proof.
Was all a lie,
I didn't expect
Your soul to die
But its no use crying
Over spilt blood,
'Cause I know now
It was already crud!
I don't know why
I was so blind,
I didn't see,
What was behind
That face of yours,
That pretty mask
You had on,
I just had to ask;
But I don't want
To think of it now,
For it might make
Me think how,
It all started
This series of events,
How a person
So easily pretends
The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:The Secret Garden4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...
In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...
Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...
Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your bellies I have planted seed.
Soon it will grow and begin to mature
You will feel it breathing inside your heart.
The gift to change this wretched world;
But first it must be torn apart...
"I am Chaos and I am sin..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th April 2012
My Life In a NutshellMy Life In a Nutshell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Life In a Nutshell
I (That's just another word for me.)
I tried to reason with myself today.
I didn't give you a fair chance to run before you fell in love with me.
By the way, why did you fall in love with me?
Or did you trip over the last heart you broke and land in my arms?
I saw the truth today.
It wasn't pretty.
Yesterday I had a dream.
You lost me.
I found me.
The world use to look so dim.
Oh wait, there's the light switch.
Damn, the light just burned out!
The future looks so bright.
No wait, that's just car headlights.
I think I died and went to...
Not you again.
Weren't you here last year?
I just started a new lease on life.
My credit score is above average.
Oops! I just read it backwards.
My mom use to say: Be whatever you want.
Mom I want to be adopted, just kidding.
My mom said: I want to be taken serious, just not too serious.
I wish I knew.
That's it, I just wish I knew.
Well that and many other things.
ReflectionReflection4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color,
and it hides the naked truth unlike any other
You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies,
'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply
The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection
you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection
Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features
it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature
It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings
and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing
You let out a cry of pain as you pound your fist into the glass
then you fall onto your knees and hope those feelings swiftly pass
The mirror breaks and is left confused as it lays there shattered
blood drips down your raw hand and your breathing slowly patterns
Now the mirror is just like you, it's broken and a mess
and you can't repair the pieces which are lower than they are les
Dusk: PrologueThings changed when I met her...Dusk: Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything changed when I met her.
I didn't know if it was for the better, or for the worse, but things definitely changed...they changed drastically.
Maybe I was on my way out anyway, maybe I wasn't...
I hope you like stories, because this one...
It takes a while to tell.
Prism HeartTell mePrism Heart6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What made you forget?
That you held my heart
In your coarse hands
In a moment of neglect
It fell from its heaven
Upon falling to earth
It shattered like stained glass
Blinding your hazel eyes
With a rainbow of dreams
Made with the rain of tears
It its absence
Your hands grow cold
Numb of all feeling
Tell me what makes you forget
That you were in love?
Must I carry this alone
In cannot remain within me
Don't leave me on my own
ReunionHe has waitedReunion6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every step she has taken
Is a slow falling grain of sand
Through this unrelenting hourglass
Each rise and fall of her breathing
Is the changing of the tide
Every night she falls into the sanctuary of slumber
Another torturous moon has gone by
His heart strings are stretched out
Fine tuned for her playing
This cruel game they yield to
A vicissitude of a vindictive villain
To the virtuous victim
To come to this long awaited surrender
This little doe has relinquished
Her burden of power
Under this predators unrelenting gaze
Onyx on silver
A thousand words fall all around like a mist
Clinging to them
Yet not a whisper sounds
Nothing dares move
The elements hold their ancestral breath
An immortal moment
Time moves again
As the distance is remedied
As he crosses boundless bridges
To his rightful place at her side
Flames amidst his searching hands
Descending tears and leaves
She is all arou