12th dA birthday story 2For deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a loud surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Cat, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly that was the cat was small. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 it was the cutest thing ever happends. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
dark love poemI love you as the,dark love poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dark summers eve
I hate the dark side
of you, like a vampire
hates the sun light
your eyes glitter as the
full moon shine so brightly
your scent is a bouquet of red
roses and your beautiful
smile make oh so less
painful for my heart
that been torn by dogs
your smooth silky skin
makes me warm and want
to hug you more by the day
MeI am meMe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And only such
I will not let things pass
Just because it is recommended
I will not be shaped by others
Who are shrouded by corruption
I will not accept lies
Spun between acid tongues
I will not cover up
Nor will I announce to the world
I will not harm others
Even if the crowd longs for blood
I will not lose everything
Through a leap of faith
To give it away
At a dying hope
I will not love for tedious things
Such as warmth, or stature
I will not loathe to fit in
No matter how many oppose
I will be defiant
I will speak the truth
I will comfort
I will stand strong
I will live
I will persist
I will rise up
I will aid
I will love honestly
I will laugh a truthful laugh
And I will be myself
I expect us all to be so
PerditionPerdition1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am asked at times where I have been
As well as where I will be
These questions hold no significance
I am not a killer
Nor an exile
Known not as a thief
Or a traitor
One asks of why
'Why then join me in this damnation?'
Becoming increasingly agitated
Especially so for the last word spat out
I can see it in his eyes
It holds a meaning to him
His own personal oblivion that will always be in the bottom of his heart and soul to haunt him
It is in all of us
Damnation does not suggest equality
We all are evil in one way or another
It will reflect in time
Either on our putrid appearance or corrupt personalities
As we trickle unknowingly into this oblivion
I saw it in his eyes
'I have not joined you
I have always been here'
I have never seen a man so broken
'Where am I?'
My eyes sadden
As this holds a meaning to him
Falling in LoveI fell into what can only be explainedFalling in Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as thin air.
Filling every inch of space
from me to you.
That attraction pulling me from afar,
over all rocky mountains and oceans.
What I feel is the thrill of free falling,
like butterflies are fluttering around in my belly,
gently caressing my soul.
If they ever left…
they would surely return,
with only a single glance of soft creases,
surrounding your shimmering eyes.
I'll hold you as if the sun thought,
"No, I'm not going to work today."
And the moon...
trudging forth around the Earth,
clung to blackness,
that could never be brightened.
I'll hold you as If today is the last day,
and there is no where else I'd wish to be.
are the reason roses bolt upright
from wilted states in dusky atmospheres.
are the antidote of seen-too-much-eyes.
have a smile that emanates all happiness.
have a voice made up of cozy hymns of melodies,
projected from your delicate and full lips.
Have a touch that is smooth a
My ReclamationMy reclamation is at handMy Reclamation10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You view my ideal to be corrupt
My religion to be false
You question me, my sanity, my reason and for what?
I stand here before all my accusers
Willing to confront my sins of the past
I am human, a species who saturates the soil for exploration and creation
And yet we have distanced ourselves from our nature, from the only thing we know...
I am human, I am a sinner, but the worse sin one can commit is to forget our nature...
Forget our purpose...
- Shawn Martel