BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.Bare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across
A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,
And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.
Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips
Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive
Words exchanged with each Lingering touch.
Their breaths between them interchange form one chest
To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds
That slip under breath between timid lips.
Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,
Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.
Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,
sense and sensesMy tongue drips wet with gentle lyricssense and senses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a passionate soul.
My heart beats strong through the choking,
Burning heat of sorrow.
My fingertips paint the world transparent with words,
Both tender and rough.
My eyes speak ethereal, aching, and silent triumph
Over societal acceptance.
My feet hold ground through the stampede:
ruthless, mindless masses.
My ears ache under the pressing chaos
That constantly invades.
DimitriWander through the trees,Dimitri3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stare up at the pale blue sky,
Black branches out like claws.
Find you sitting, crying no tears,
Staring into nothing,
With a silver blade sliding
Across the smooth, pale skin
Of your arm.
Golden eyes wide but unseeing
As the blade cuts.
Blood drips slow but steady
Onto your old striped shirt
And I watch without words
As it seeps in- another stain of pain.
You've returned to your old ways
Your wicked, Dark ways of
Skin torn eyes unmoving and a
Look of pain and terror frozen on
Your sculpted face.
Your wings gone, and you'll no longer
You'll not be one of us again.
You've killed too many
Broken us all.
You were our downfall.
So be lost, keep cutting.
You'll not return to us again.
Heaven closes its gates to you
And we keep your wings locked away.
To Go TogetherHe promised me forever...To Go Together3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just me, only me.
I remember that I smiled,
Whispered, "Good, cause I'll love you always."
And he kissed my hair.
Our years went by, and I made a promise
I didn't want to make.
To stay alive, if he went first.
First, I refused, my heart already pained...
"Promise me," I heard him say,
"For I promised you forever and that promise,
It still holds true."
So I wiped a tear away, I grabbed his hand,
And with no promise of happiness, I said,
"I promise... though I'll grow more pained each day."
And he smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, "I'll love you always."
The years of our life went by,
And I begun to notice his pain.
Time and worried time again,
I'd ask if he was okay...
Each time, same answer,
But my concern didn't fade.
One day, towards the end of our life,
We both awoke in the middle of the night.
He took my fragile hand so gently,
And whispered,"It's my time..."
And I began to cry.
With the weakest of whispers, he said,
"Remember your promise...
And that yo
The Title Is A MysteryYesterday, I doubtedThe Title Is A Mystery3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today, I just don't know
Tomorrow determines everything
But today, it seems to glow.
A week ago I cried,
Clueless of the world,
Wondering what confusing life
Into which I had been hurled.
A month ago was different,
Sad and full of stress,
Each day from school to home I'd go
And for hours I would rest.
At night when I would wake again,
I'd gaze up at the moon,
With a tears, I'd wish again,
That the light would shine through soon.
Yesterday, I doubted,
And today I just don't know,
Tomorrow, I'll know everything
But today just seems to glow.
LoveI admire everything about you.Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are beautiful.
You are smart.
You are open minded.
You have one of the only truly free spirits i know.
You are one of my only true friends.
You critique my work.
You help me find ways to better myself.
You have helped bring out the best in me.
You stay up and talk to me.
You listen to me.
You are there for me.
You encourage me.
You inspire me.
I love you.
Philosophy or stream of consciousnessCan I not partake of the fruit of life itself and live believing the lies that everyone else is meant to take whole heartedly and never question?Philosophy or stream of consciousness2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Is it philosophy or is it rampant rambling of random realities that, I remember, are not real, but rather representations of repressed emotion?
With open eyes I belittle my own beliefs, believing that the belly of the beast, which I am meant brutally to slay, is brought upon us from behind. It is beneath benevolence. Or is it above?
Not quite intentionally, I inspire myself with inquisitions about the inherently invented world, in which this individual race places itself on a pedestal of inexplicable power.
It is a pedestal that prevents the pretentious people from assessing honestly their predisposed reign of power.
I am meant to slay that malevolent creature which, with malice, made its way into the marvelous and makeshift, meaningless hearts of meaningful people.
The majority of them pretending merry, and misinterpreting the meaning meant
RememberI hope and I prayRemember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That things can work out between us,
That you don't have to leave us,
That there will always be an "us".
I won't ever stop trying
To go anywhere for you,
To do anything for you,
To give up everything for you.
I trust you with my life,
I Have complete faith in you,
That my words will be listened to,
So here's one more bit for you.
Remember that the only thing I want more
Than for us to be together,
Is for you to be happy, regardless
Of whether or not we're together.
How To LiveLife is something precious,How To Live3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something you should treasure.
Life is full of hardships,
But flows on like a vicious wave.
Life always has those moments,
The ones you don't want to end.
With all that life is, how is it lived?
Live like you will never die,
But it all will end tomorrow.
Smile until your face hurts,
And banish all your sorrow.
Love like nothing stops you,
With the whole of your being,
Cherish every memory,
And find light in all you're seeing.
Tell your loved ones how you feel,
Open up your heart,
If you live your life this way,
You'll accept a peaceful part.
Ancient InkIn the dark of the nightAncient Ink7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she found her strength.
Crumpled pages wet her fingertips
with voiceless words and unread wisdom.
Her weary eyes scanned the thoughts
of old for anything to grasp.
Something ancient gripped her spirit.
Those age-old words embraced her hollowed body.
She smiled and wept with her broken heart.
The fresh ink lead comfort to seep into her skin.
Something ancient gripped her spirit.
He held her as she wept,
and in the dark of night
she found her strength.
He whispered to her soul-
The Porcelain DollIt was a foreign feeling. She had struggled all her life for something she couldn't quite name. Words seldom failed her, except in the instance of explaining herself. She didn't understand herself. Sometimes she thought she never would- but, now, that's a concept she was comfortable with. Comfort- maybe that's what she was looking for, or security, or self worth. In any case, now she had what she had so long yearned for; at least she was on her way. Her story isn't special. It isn't any more broken or heart-warming or unique than any human being on this earth. She's simply human.The Porcelain Doll9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe we should start with the un-comfort. It's still hard to put into words- the person Sami used to be. Not that she was all that complicated, but that she was hurt. She needed, but she couldn't tell you what. She wanted but she couldn't tell you why. She had a huge family that loved her. They all wanted what was best for her. They doted over her, and praised her. It wasn't enough. They treated her like a po
Living Spiritshe paces the halls, her perfume thickened the air like smokeLiving Spirit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her gown tattered and bleached of color by death
paramour of the night
taker of sanity
devouer'r of sanctity
her hair laced about her waist
flows in the still air
her sillhouette entrances
steals from you
her footsteps light
her toes brush the floor
leaving trails of blood from years of barefoot pacing
years of splintering wood
bare soles of feet sear in pain
she paces always
searching for the light in eternal darkness
... ...searching... ...
Slenderman -4-Slenderman -4-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Third Arc Begins.
The transition was even more abrupt this time. I found myself in a rainless thunderstorm, with strong wind and a gale of fallen leaves. I was on the ground in some forgotten city, all buildings in ruin. Large, bearded, rough-looking men were all over the place. A couple of them surrounded me, but they weren't trying to corner me. They were trying to protect me. Their backs were to me, facing one direction, and when I followed their gazes, I saw Slenderman... on a high-wheeled, penny-farthing bicycle.
Then this whole battle started. The bearded guys around me all got their hands on their own penny-farthing bikes and started charging at Slenderman, whose objective was getting to me. Momentarily disoriented, I found my own penny-farthing bicycle, mounted, and tried getting away. No matter how far I rode, the battle was right behind me. My bearded allies weren't that competent against Slenderman. He always got around them somehow, and remained
Chick-fil-AI rode past your store.Chick-fil-A3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hungry and Bored
I was debating on stopping-by
My God those lines...
I still pulled into your lot
Found a spot in line.
Chicken and soda.
Extra waffle fries.
Damn the thought of it
Brought a tear to my eye,
The taste is just so divine.
Then I checked my facebook
As I waited for food.
An article on the Huffington Post,
Informed me that this line consisted of mostly homophobes.
5 million dollars donated to Gay-hate groups.
So I went next door
To get some Taco Bell.
No hate tacos
Sounded just as good.
Slenderman -Final-Slenderman -Final-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He backed away and straightened. He had a visually-disappointed frown on his face and he ran away, losing interest in me. Finally!
When Slenderman left, he never appeared again. I expected to be sent back with full-consciousness to RMC, but I wasn't. Instead, shortly after the monster gave up on me, an older man came up to me. He looked like a director, especially someone I recognized as some extraordinary horror writer. It was either Stephen King or Tim Burton, but I didn't know at the time. He only had this familiar vibe about him.
"How did you get mixed up with the likes of Slenderman?"
So I told him that he suddenly appeared. The man also asked me if there were other victims, and I counted them off. Teenagers, like myself. Many bearded men. The director nodded his head in understanding, as if he wrote the plot of my dream. I had this revelation and demanded who he was.
He suddenly transformed into a pig and gave me a cynical look. It all looked so animated, cartoonish.
Slenderman -3-Slenderman -3-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I actually never thought of that before.
In his pondering, he ceased his hold on the boy he possessed. The person got up and tried to run. Slenderman got back to his senses and jumped to his own feet. He almost caught the boy again when I stepped out of my circle in the opposite direction. I saw my chance to escape and took it. He sensed that and turned to me, but I was too far away now. He stood there, torn on who to pursue.*
*Because of this, both the boy and myself managed to get away. This may have infuriated Slenderman.
Another, more abrupt time-lapse took place. I saw the images of myself finding hiding places in classrooms, but shortly ditching them, regardless if Slenderman was anywhere nearby. I finally found myself in a strange, blank room that reminded me of a nurse's office. I found all of the other teens from before there, lying on their backs. They were all lying on their own salt pinnacles, and I found one for myself. In time, too: Slenderman was in the open
Slenderman -Overview-Slenderman -Overview-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 2nd, 2011.
As I'm writing this, I am extremely sick. I was ill earlier this week, but I couldn't shake the sickness off, and it just hit me more severely. I'm bedridden and forced to sweat it out as I sleep. That gives me plenty of time to dream.
Before I dive into the most prominent dream I've had lately, I have to explain some things. Primarily, the Slenderman and the Midnight Man; both myths as far as I know.
The Slenderman is a monster thought to have abducted children and haunted adults. It's described as an abnormally-tall bald man with tentacle-hands and a tuxedo. I don't believe the Slenderman exists I heard his existence was born on internet forums, but the topic always sends chill up and down my spine. In my dream, he looked essentially the same (tall, faceless), but he may have developed fingers or a mouth along the way.
Now, the Midnight Man is a little different, but creepy all the same. My friend's sister explained it to me. There is a pagan ritu
Slenderman -5-Slenderman -5-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I really question your taste in food!"*
*Monster Rancher is an animated show from my childhood. I rewatched it recently with my brother, which could explain why this was influenced.
For some reason, the refreshment table was on a higher level, because I had to jump down onto the main stage. I shoved the pretzel in front of Suezo's eye.
"I need this! You hear me?" I practically shouted. I felt delirious. "The Slenderman's after me, and I need something with salt, and"
I look to the entrance of the amphitheater and beheld an unusual and morbid sight. I saw Slenderman standing there, but with no head on his shoulders. His head was in the hands of one of the rough-looking bikers who were fighting him. Slenderman took back his head, and the biker's eyes rolled back and he toppled forward, dead. Slenderman put his head back on his neck, his connection audibly known by a few cracks. Then he proceeded to approach the stage. There was nothing stopping him now. It was up to me to e
Slenderman -1-Slenderman -1-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Third Person Point of View.
I was walking through a small passage that connected one crescent road to another. I was walking with a bearded, middle-aged man, and I think I recognized him as a neighbour (he had that familiar feel about him). He was carrying a garbage bag, which made me wonder why he was going to such lengths to take out the trash. We walked on, when from across the street an elderly woman called out to us. She beckoned us toward her, to a diorama she had set up in her garage. The whole display seemed very inviting.
"Can magicians talk with normal people?" my neighbour asked me. I shrugged.
"I don't see why not."
We crossed the street and stepped into her garage. She stood behind the table as if she was selling something, or presenting. It was the latter of the two, because she went into length about the scene she created. Essentially, it was a model of a small village, with circular, domed houses and buildings. I don't remember exactly everything s
Her Sad DayHer Sad Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry that I couldn't come sooner, Mom." I said as I sat down just in front of the grave-stone. "I guess today is as good as any, right?"
No answer. It wasn't a comfort, but at least he knew that no harm would come to him here, or it shouldn't. Today was the one day that I had finally managed to leave without running into Kim my aunt at least once. If I was right she was probably mourning her sister as well as I. She seemed to hate me for the death of my mother blaming it on me and I would admit that I felt guilty about it.
No matter what my father said about it I knew the truth. It was my fault that she died: even though Adrian seemed to think that it was his fault. It was mine much more than it was his. That was one of the reasons that I couldn't come here. It's not like I didn't want to; I just felt too guilty to be able to come here to see where she lay, resting for eternity.
"You understand, right? I can't always come when I want to." I choo
They would never say these...Things ToA characters would never say when they're saneThey would never say these...8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Asch: Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
2. Van: I ADMIT IT!!! I'M A CRAZY PSYCOPATH!!!ELEVEN!!!!11!
3. Tear: Omg, grrrrl!
4. Florian: LOLOLOL!! U ALL SUXERS!! KISS MY A** LOSERS!!!
5. Luke: I LUV YOU MIEU!!!
6. Mieu: I must kill Master.
7. Arietta: Omigod! This fur coat is soooo pretty! And comfortable!
8. Sync: The world is soo good to me! I love everyone!
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To The Heartbroken written 11-14-11Through these times,To The Heartbroken written 11-14-113 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such times of hardship
We must pull through
To win this fight.
Through the days
We shed our tears
For our pain is much too strong.
We will join hand in hand
And somehow we will carry on.
We will live as if happy,
We will smile like nothing's wrong
But we know we will give up soon
For we were never too strong
We grow weak
From our hopelessness
We will live without our hearts
We will wish for the beginning,
To have turned away at the very start.
In our times of painful silence
Where we know not what to do...
We soon wish for our happy endings...
The lives we wish to spend with you.
How to Become PopularHow to Become Popular4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
How to become Popular on DeviantArt
-Find an already popular artist whose style you like and is easily identifiable within the deviantArt community.
-Copy their style to the best of your ability. If you are accused of tracing/copying, deny it and come up with a lame excuse. If it persists, delete your account and create a new account. Repeat from step 1.
-AND/OR cling to a popular artist and draw their characters as often as possible. Make sure they notice your artwork by spamming their profile with links to them.
-You may also draw nothing but fanart from popular animes. The weeaboos will eat these up like candy.
-If you're not "good" at drawing, use bases. Be sure to hide it as much as possible and never credit the original creator of the base.
-Post as often as possible, even if it reduces the overall quality of your work.
-Submit your masterpieces to as many groups as you can. It doesn't matter if it belongs in the group or not.
-Pretend to be best buds with a popular artist