Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.
Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.
Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.
Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.
You Have No IdeaYou have no ideaYou Have No Idea4 years ago in Personal More Like This
What I'm going through,
do you care.
or do you want to care.
You see yourself and your problems
And forget about me.
You say I don't understand but
You've got it backwards you see.
You seem to think that it doesn't
matter to me, or that I don't care
You have no idea how you meant
To me and what you don't.
You've ruined every chance
Of there being an us.
Just go, I will stay high in the clouds
where it's away from you.
Nothing you could ever say or do
could ever interest me.
Go ahead and tell your lies.
Keep your secret from the world.
It will be a great surprise
When they finally realize.
Don't talk to me of loving and caring
Because you have absolutely, positively
No idea of what I'm going through,
do you care!
.tonight across the street i saw.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
the devil sneak into god's garden;
he took trowel in hand, planted seeds
in the earth, grinned real wide and
shut the white gate behind him
(gonna come up smelling of roses)
.i unzipped.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
a cloud and climbed
like a sleeping bag,
the silver lining
on my skin
felt rough and itchy,
i want to see you
make this one look
please sew me up
inside and let me drain
out when it rains,
i will be birthed
again as water
for the flowers and the soil
down below -
i think i lost
my train of thought
when it smashed right
through my temple,
i lay on the tracks and wait
for what i know
it brings to kill me, and
i'd hate to be
a cat and have to do it
eight more times
to get some peace,
i think i'd pick
a fight with a
drop down from next doors
roof into the
go sit in the road til she
calls me in
at night, what a fucking bore,
i'd like to know what
have to say -
and if i dont believe
how can i be scared
of going to hell,
i used to hope that time
me but he won't,
i know he's never
really liked me all
that much anyway, always
taking your side -
and now i only sleep in the
on nights i wi
Full Circle ~ SUNDAY SPOTLIGHTFull Circle ~ SUNDAY SPOTLIGHT1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
The moment. by HaikuMagician
The Child And The Preacher by DylanSetoLift The Moon Into The Sky. by InvokingBreathe Love Like Air by NathanielFlyingOwl
The Great Thief by PhabiannThePoetA Trap by satyam9999Beauty by streetcamera17
Nature's Senses by mvdirectorWords. by I-slay
Karma by Elizabethjunean
Curated by :iconadrrar:
Feature #1 JUNE 2014Feature #1 JUNE 20141 year ago in Art Features More Like This
We are excited to bring you another great selection from our gallery!
Artist Spotlight #4 read more about it here--->http://allartsupport.deviantart.com/journal/Artist-Spotlights-218391193
Razors And Butterflies by SaraSaeed95 The Hound by kevinkosmo
Lovely Flirts by PhoenixKaption Ranunculus Actions Set by Grugle Frustration. by Invoking
For the first time in forever by AyaYanagisawa Warm glow. by merrine Playderp Mag #3 - Headmistress Fiora by martaino
Fairytale Violin Elf by palecardinal Head of the Great Dead. by pnkfdARTS Bedroom by Cozumel
Daily Lit Recognition for July 29th, 2014Daily Lit Recognition for July 29th, 2014Daily Lit Recognition for July 29th, 20141 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Recognition!
You can show your support by ing this News Article.
Please comment and the features and congratulate the artists!
Featured by: Medoriko
On Always Being One Less by WastelandNostalgia
Something about this just struck me. It is both profound and truthful.
I think everyone has felt this way at one point or another.
Suggested by: MagicalJoey
Featured by: betwixtthepages
the pilot's daughter by neonsquiggle
This emotional short poem will leave you thinking about the people you care most for.
Suggested by: ghostinafog
dA love for everyone! #87dA love for everyone! #872 years ago in Art Features More Like This
As the title suggests, this news article’s goal is to spread the dA love into everyone’s heart! You will find here a little bit of everything, from awesome interviews with talented artists, art features, group promotion to random deviants' features. I hope you will find this informative and entertaining!
Interviewed artist: andylloyd :iconandylloyd:
Tell us what defines you as a person.
A positive outlook towards life and people. I love being creative, and very much enjoy the interaction with people who enjoy art, and their reactions to my work.
How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
I was recommended to the network by an artistic friend on
My deviantArt Story + Random feature!I will admit I mainly just want the badge... but who doesn't like stories? So, here we go:My deviantArt Story + Random feature!1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
I have been a member of dA for about four years now, which is surprising because it doesn't feel like it's been that long. I love being able to log in and see so many beautiful and inspiring things every day. It's even better to be able to talk to the people who create them, to be able to learn from them, share thoughts and ideas, share advice and make friends. I don't want to bore anyone by going all philosophical on you (this time...), so I'll keep this bit short: There's no place like deviantArt.
As the only creative type in my family, I've never really had anyone I could go to when it came to art, apart from my highschool art teacher - I hope one day I can make her proud. This site has helped me learn and improve, not to mention expand, my skills.
Before I joined I only ever did traditional work, like these:
.in a poem.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
to life, so i write
about you, i write
about you, and i
am still keeping
(light the path then, lantern eyes, if you know the fucking way out of here)
crescendos.for the moments we managed to escape into euphoria,crescendos.3 years ago in Personal More Like This
bored with everything else but each other.
for the moments we deservingly grew closer,
indivisible, thick as thieves.
for the feeling we got when we knew we were crazy about one another,
we had found someone we were ready to stick it out for,
to stick it out with.
with you absent everything has lost appeal, lacking glory.
so much of my security came from your approving smile.
it's quieter now, cheerless.
the silence deafening,
unhappy not knowing, reminiscing about the suspended.
for when your knees fell weak,
for when my eyes awed into yours,
for when it was as though the significance called for a clashing of cymbals and beating drums,
for the moments that were majestically unparalleled -
i did it for them; the crescendos.
Sept. Features/Good hooks seen on devARTIt was the most delicious of countries.Sept. Features/Good hooks seen on devART1 year ago in Personal More Like This
By the time she was twelve they had already decided she would marry a man who could run a five minute mile and speak seven languages.
"There's no escape, you know."
"Not my roses, mate."
I freeze with one foot on the edge if the garden.
Geordie knows what happened to the 'sno-cone man. Why he don't come round no more.
My heart beats itself to death. (six word story)
I walk without an errand for the mind./I must be homeless.
Thanks to all visitors and watchers. I appreciate you very much!
HopeI wake up everyday findingHope3 years ago in Personal More Like This
myself confused and lost
wanting to lose myself
I look up and I see vultures
at my window, I plead for
somebody to come by, but
no one hears my cries
I'm lost I'm tring to find the
light to turn my life around
and lift my spirits to the ground
Then I wonder what's my purpose
Why am I here? I close my eyes and
hold my breath and I feel someone
grab my hand, and I take hold without
question and now I relax and I find hope
Feeling Productive...So I feel like writing. I don't have a particular concept or feeling in mind right now. I just want to make things. No idea what those things are though. Drawing would be fine too, but as I said, the block is strong with this one. I might just put up some of my favourite poems. They're great to read. ^-^Feeling Productive...1 year ago in Personal More Like This
I Wish by Rayen-V-StormeMe by ElectricWeasleYes, I'm Depressed by ElectricWeasleMy Heart by AnaInTheStarsSuicide by xXWitherXxAbout Her. by InvokingThe Burden of Loss by ZakuFox-Kun
Listen by JohnwekaThe masks we wear by BattleBlisseyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be by UntamedUnwantedFive Truths I Never Spoke by SerenadeTheAsylum-BROKEN FRIENDSHIP- by AznAngel4everHappy... by dkenreeksUnder the Same Sky by ElectricWeasle Kill Time by cyanoticshade
Shy SmileWhile dancing in the wind,Shy Smile3 years ago in Personal More Like This
You sang of the most joyful of times
And smiled so elegantly,
My heart was racing against time.
A twig snapped underneath my foot,
Guiding your senses to me:
An unexpected audience
To a lone performance.
Your cheeks rose to a bright vermilion
Just as mine did, and you fled
While my legs grew roots to the ground
Unable to let me tell you I wasn't trying to listen.
I don't regret looking at you.
I still want to apologize,
But not because I listened,
But because of how I embarrassed you.
Admittingly so, you're pretty innocent.
The next day, you repeat the performance.
Like endless ripples, you repeat this dance.
This time, I won't hide though.
Stepping out, I humbly apologize.
Your cheeks still rise to that vermilion red
But this time, you smile so shyly
It honestly puts me in a bind.
I take in air as if I haven't breathed in five minutes
Let it out in a large sigh and I break out a grin
Which left you quite speechless.
And from there, your smile became ever so
a mild case of deathless depression.we weren't the most fearless, thrilling pair -a mild case of deathless depression.3 years ago in Personal More Like This
you and your doubt made sure of that.
yet pathetically, there's not much I wouldn't have wanted to do
do not get the wrong impression.
spineless or effeminate i was not.
naive and impulsive, perhaps.
a poor investor, definitely.
melancholia has made me limp,
i'm numb with regret,
and despite my anger, i have somehow been left cold.
the words i try to put together don't appear to make sense.
they don't join as intimately as the two they refer to did.
they're meant to reflect how i, more than anything, crave happiness
just not necessarily for us anymore.
Theme of the Week: Run!The famous Olympics are occurring this week, which inspired me to present this Theme. Run.Theme of the Week: Run!3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Run! Run! As fast as you can! Run from what?
For a trophy? Run to work? Run from fear? From your past? From the police? Is your refrigerator running? You better go catch it.
Run from writers' block and race to inspiration! Floor it!
As long as I liveThe naughty fun in your eyesAs long as I live3 years ago in Personal More Like This
The carefree fowardness of your laugh
The wavey stretching of your hair, I'll not forget
As long as I live, aslong as I live
Your leaving hand from hands
Your turning away from the shadow
Your not turning back to see, I'll not forgive
As long as I live, as long as I live
Your dancing freely in rains
Your getting angry on small thing without reason
Your small, chidlish mischieves, I'll love them all
As long as I live, as long as I live
Your false promises
Your burning dreams
Your heartless wishes
I'll hate them all
As long as I live, as long as I live
Writing Prompt ~ Wrong RecipientHello!Writing Prompt ~ Wrong Recipient3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Featuring those who submitted to the previous writing prompt from Live-Love-Write, here are the participants for this week, featured in style, along with information on the newest prompt. Please remember to fave this journal to help support your work and the prompt!
To submit to the writing prompt, please remember to put "for the Live-Love-Write writing prompt" in your artist's comments and submit to the Writing Prompt gallery for your feature every week. Entries without this info will be denied.
Please keep in mind that if you do not see your submission here, you have not read the submission rules and/or you have not included some variation of the aforementioned note in your artist's comments.
Last Week's Writing Prompt
“67 Lies and 13 Truths”
I was quite unsure when I chose this prompt; I really had no idea how it might be interpreted, or if there would be any submissions at all. I was quite pleasantly surp
the most retold story.(reposted as a deviation!)the most retold story.3 years ago in Personal More Like This
every lyric, nearly every spot.
you follow me still, an unwelcomed shadow.
weeks of detox and painful withdrawal,
the addiction to this hurt refuses to fade.
not much obscures it.
my closest sense it; my fear of relapse.
every day i mask indefinite lament with brief jubilation,
naivety stood in my way and burned this bridge.
drowned in thought now the truth has obscured.
from this loss I am meant to have gained,
only little is worthwhile in your absence.
it's the most retold story; variation, sure, guaranteed:
crazy. they used to be,
for each other,
and to the think either of them had grown out of impetuousness.
DeathHere is a poem that i wrote, have no clue where i got the idea from to write this, but here it is...Oh and the reason it dosen't look like a poem should is because my enter button on my keyboard broke....:YEAH thanks to Trivixa I fixed it!!!Death3 years ago in Personal More Like This
What is Death?
Is it a paralyzing fear that takes us by the hand?
Is it a soft voice that whispers in our ear?
Is it our eyes that deceive us so?
Is it a cloaked figure that shadows our every move?
Does it lay in wait for our hearts to beat faster
Than ever before?
Does it laugh when we shiver and shake in fear?
Does it patiently wait to turn off our only light source?
How long until it claims our souls?
How long until it decides we've lived long enough?
How long until death claims me?
Am I Racist?Before anything, I would like to clarify: I'm Scandinavian; born with blue eyes, blond hair and light skin. Not that pretty, but relatively tall, just the type Hitler would have liked. I was raised in a lovely neighbourhood with the unfortunate tag 'ghetto' (no, not 'American ghetto', nor the ghetto type from WWII), where about 40% of the people I met on a daily basis were either from other countries or children of those – mostly from central Europe to the Middle East, but we also have quite many Vietnamese. It has never bothered me; thanks to that place and those people, that exact upbringing by my parents who welcomed any child I brought home into our house, I have never once thought of another person to be less than me based on skin color or nationality. The only ones I truly have problems with are religious and/or political fanatics who shove their beliefs down my throat, or the 'ungrateful type' (more about that later), but in general I respect and accept everyone who respecAm I Racist?3 years ago in Personal More Like This
The Dead Places: The Visual Delicacy of DecayThe Dead Places: The Visual Delicacy of Decay4 years ago in DeviantArt Announcements More Like This
Pontiac by PionierUK
The Dead Places
The Visual Delicacy of Decay
It’s easy to think of art in terms of what is instantly pleasing to the eye, artworks which
evoke a feeling of joy and hopefulness and blissful peacefulness or ecstatic exultation.
This is the consideration of art as something that helps propel us forward through life – to out future great
deeds, our career victories, or dreams of coming big events. But there is a peak to every life. At some point all
people, and all places, and even all ideas have to begin the inevitable decline that is the other balancing half of a lifetime.
wat a kiss means+Kiss on the Cheek = "We're friends"wat a kiss means4 years ago in Personal More Like This
+Kiss on the Hand = "I adore you"
+Kiss on the Neck = "we belong together"
+Kiss on the Shoulder = "I want you"
+Kiss on the Lips = "I love you"
What the gesture means...
+Holding Hands = "we definitely love each other"
+Slap on the Butt = "That's mine"
+Holding on tight = "I don't want to let go"
+Looking into each other's Eyes = "I just plain love you"
+Playing with Hair = "Tell me you love me"
+Arms around the Waist = "I love you too much to let go"
+Laughing while Kissing = "I am completely comfortable with you"
+picking someone up off their feet = "that they love them fully and would do anything for them"
+ Don't ask for a kiss, take one
+If you were thinking about someone while reading this,
you're definitely in Love.
+Post this again after reading!!
Or you will have a bad year of Relationships.
If you LIKE, LOVE, OR MISS someone right now
and can't get them out of your head
then Re-post this within One Minute and W
My first actual dream about The Once-ler...And all I can remember is a small exchange he had with him mom in it..My first actual dream about The Once-ler...4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Oncie's Mom: Now, how did you come up with the idea for those silly old Thneeds?
Once-ler: I don't know...
Oncie's Mom: But they're going to ask!
Once-ler: I dunno, I guess I just..... Kept an open mind.
Oncie's Mom: .... An open mind? *Confusedplz*
Once-ler: Yeah, I didn't think you knew the meaning of that, mom. It's okay