RainRain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it rains is the sky crying?
Is it the lion dying?
Water falls in droplets from the clouds
Hitting the rooftops really loud
Puddle splashers filled with laughter
Leaping, jumping into the here after
Sweet nectar for the roses
Tickling, trickling down one's noses
Wetting blades of grass
Making one slip and fall on to one's Asp
Making rivers rushing into over flow
Tearing down sand castles leaving and after glow
Turning Mountains into sand
Eroding everything away changing the land
Prelude of The Fang ChroniclesPrelude of The Fang Chronicles2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tis the night was dark
Not a sound stirred its silence
All was as peaceful as allotted by the suckling blackness
But yet there was peace
As well was there peril
For this darkness had been laden for years
Unbroken by any form of light or sound
And unchallenged no matter the bane of its presence.
All life had ceased to thrive since its falling.
The few living creatures left
They no longer deserve the title of living
Driven mad and blind by the shadows
They have become creatures of unfathomable evil
Traversing the shadowed lands
guarding it with their broken sanity
We are the only ones left
The few creatures who survived the darkness
Thrived in it
At least for a time
Now it has become unbearable even for us.
You must be wondering by now
Who am I
What am I
And why I am writing this
I have a very simple answer for your questions
I am Fang
I am a man
I am a wolf
A genetic defunct created by a race of madmen
The last of a tortured kind
A beautiful yet unwanted sapient life form
Don't Tell AnyoneIn the dark,Don't Tell Anyone8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cannot breathe.
In his guilt,
He cannot leave.
He knows what's right,
He knows what's wrong,
But the real sin came from an adult.
Later on into the years,
He forgets the past,
And forgets his tears...
Until one day he sees his friend,
And remembers what really happened to him.
That night he lost his body to someone he thought he could trust.
His thoughts of the existence of love,
Blown away like...dust.
Soul Intimatethorn swarming through my emotions swirling for the depths baring the ripening of my heartSoul Intimate1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
shoving your exceptions of what you created spreading the venom in my bones
brain washing my existence wiping away the dark arch of my canvas
breaking away the scar tissue of my feelings baring the structure of my soul
bleeding through the cracks of your hold confined to your dying will
prisoner in your shackles pleading to be free from the clutches of life
my mind is losing its will to fight within the let downs of your instruction
you force me with your commands feeding the foul spoils of your contradictions
my spirit has vanished beneath the ground core resting into afterlife
death a soothing soup healing my fears treating me with care
Mellow Mindstatecrawling into the abyss sinking myself within its twilightMellow Mindstate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glowing its mystical kiss through my soul the enchanting koi
i become swimming in my beloved realm discovering how beautiful
i can heal beneath the deep pond i never want to escape this exotic bliss
these photos of you fades withing my touch bleeding black and white
destroying the colors of my heart all i got is nothing without you
just memories in a time capsule each remedy showing views of your face
cupping my hand into yours ruling our world with pride but i fell as a
casualty to heartbreak gasping for your pulse against my cold lips
you wrap your tongue around my collarbone digging your fingers
in my skin peeling the shells of my bones ripping into my heart
to suck on the crimson fetus devouring all you can of a parasite
you've became the maggot i adore
The Nature of SoundShe speaks best when theres no one to listen,The Nature of Sound4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like fragments of truth on the lips of creation,
but nobody knows when nobody listens.
Speak to me, life, and control my decisions.
Music: The soul, The essence of wisdom;
Hear me. Feel me. Ill pay attention.
BeijingIt keeps me silent for hours - fabricating scenarios of my potential leave of nonsense.Beijing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I search for those old, safe ways of making myself completely unimportant and anonymous. This planet, so big for my body and so small for my ideas. I get high on my irrelevance dreaming of watching my loud blue home from a disturbingly soundproof ionosphere.
Back in the day I'd be reaching for grandma's teacup, faking pouring in something sweet, even though I sip air and nibble invisicakes. I get pretend phone calls at these amazing nonexistent tea parties from my very normal friends somewhere in the world, like Beijing. I like saying it - Beijing - imagining a cityscape of promises, I like thinking I'll find my way into the realm of being happy, and it's never here.
It could have been any village, any galaxy.
It sounds so healthy and rich, so distant and made up, a sterile fall-to plan that never comes true but it has to be there, just like Jupiter's rings or fresh tin
SoulitudeMy hard drive died on me, burnt the hell up,Soulitude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaving me with no digital/physical proof you ever existed.
All I have now are triggers to memories, crystal chime, rainbow prisms breaking their backs on my walls, catching up their doom in mirrors, red, something about India, or maybe elephants, black, hoodies, hurt, pride, my utter anger of not-understanding, bad English, smell of rain, hope of diamond-like, apathetic snow, so cold I don't have to leave the house ever again, boats, I guess, small lovable, unmentionable boats, menthola threads yanking my lungs into the unconscious, letting me talk to your neverlasting presence.
After all, I always knew I made you up - so terrifyingly real and unsustainable.
Now, I can be tortured by my oblivion, dementia and the unknown, trying to put your pieces together into a closure that never was, making you charming and sweet, so surreal you become eternally forgettable, an intangible dream I will never hearken back.
Jel me volis?"Jel me voli?" - pitam neobrazovano, skrivajući sva značenja. Optimizam curi kroz moje pitanje, isijava. Smijeak djeteta koje nikad nije odraslo, kojemu nisu dopustili da sazrije.Jel me volis?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No, jel me voli, jel me sanja, jel nas vidi skupa, danas, sutra, zauvijek?
Jel ima viziju o nekom zalasku sunca?
Jel se smije kad smo skupa?
Jel misli da sam vrijedna i lijepa?
Jel ti ikad pada napamet da nisam samo ono za ta me misli koristit?
Jel bi mi laga samo da me ne povridi?
Jel bi mi dra kosu, ako bi opet puno popila?
Jel bi pazija da me ne boli?
Jel bi se sića mog rođendana, i nakon ta ti dan?
Jesan li sad preizravna?
Jel ti smetaju moja pitanja?
Jel me voli?
"I onda? Jel me voli?" - pitam neobrazovano, otkrivajući svoju tugu. Sve je gotovo. Dobijam odgovore na svoja neobrazovana, nezrela pitanja.
TFC Character listTFC Character list2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name - Gender - Status - Other info - Powers
Fang - Male - Main character - Narrator - Electric / Ice
Pine - Male - Main character - Member of resistance and first mate to Fang - Earth
Felix - Male - Main character - A fierce felin warrior who joins the lupin cause - Undecided
Philo - Male - Resistance wolf- A timid lupin chemist - Intelligence
Diamond - Female - Resistance wolf - A beautiful lupin warrioress - Mind control
Sparrow - Male - Resistance wolf - Ink black lupin messenger - Speed
Hots (Salem) - Male -Resistance wolf - A ruddy lupin warrior with killer looks - Strength
Uncut (Cain) - Male - Resistance wolf - The dirtiest warrior around - Holy beam
Blade - Male - Resistance wolf - Incredibly fierce warrior specializing in blade combat - Undefined
Darko - Male - Resistance wolf -Mysterious lupin warlord - Uknown
Sax - Male - Resistance wolf - A Musician who plays a deadly saxophone - Undefined
Bane - Male - Resistance wolf - A hotheaded brute of a wolf - None
The Final LightThe Final Light8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
July 13th, 2012.
I close my eyes, cover my ears.
Images flash like burning lights.
In this blue night
The streets are empty.
My own shadow mocks me with a blank face.
When it is, exactly
The time my love turns to hate?
The torch in my hand,
blood raging on the beat of the drums.
If only we're only here to part,
Maybe everything really is for nothing.
The black flower that is our heart
Bleeding for every beat it takes.
I'll crave the pain for you.
Shouts and cheers from the square.
All people dance and rejoice!
New year that's gonna come,
I'll paint it deep red.
So many people, yet they know nothing.
I'm counting down to my freedom.
Exciting, isn't it?
Yes... born at midnight,
A thousand fire fall from the sky.
Burn everything to the ground!
999 people dancing in flames,
Their scream sings a sad lullaby.
I stand alone. Where would you be?
I'm blinded by the light.
The ghost of you take my hand,
We dance and we dance.
Let me die in your arms,
Engulfed by the final
Tell Me Howtell me howTell Me How9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you do it
elude the past
tell me how
you can be
carefree as the clouds
in the sky
tell me how
i can be
Depthscalculated misconceptionsDepths9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the roof of your mind
never to leave
walk through the depths
of shattered dreams
nothing is real
of calculate misconceptions
I've Been Missing that Smile of Yourswalking alongI've Been Missing that Smile of Yours9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that long slate grey
sidewalk, light rain
drizzling on my umbrella
on my way to see you
it's been a while girl,
why have you been so
silent? I've been missing
that smile of yours.
what's going on?
what's caused this separation?
I've been missing that
smile of yours.
last time i saw you,
wearing that blue
summer dress and the
straw hat with a couple
daises along for the ride
you were in the front seat
of my car, window down
smiling to match the sun
and then the moon in your hair,
sweet night breeze on your cheeks
so many memories now
come flooding back
...I've been missing that
smile of yours.
it's been a while girl,
why have you been so
silent? I've been missing
that smile of yours.
Apathy and Irony go together in harmonyDon't do anything out of Irony. People tend to become what they despise the most.Apathy and Irony go together in harmony1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't do anything hanging around Apathy. People like to fool themselves they're not that senseless on the inside.
Don't hand out Advice you can't follow. Makes you look like a fucking hypocrite, LuLu.
Don't Speakjust a girl in a crowded world suffocating from negativity grasping for acceptanceDon't Speak11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a girl wanting to be loved taking seriously on her downfall
just a girl within a mask turning into a hollow hole
just a girl wanting to be beautiful in her own skin
just a girl in her own jokes with no punchline for her emptyness
just a girl following the guideline of her condition keep quiet and lie to yourself
just a girl crying over the same damn things
just a girl to pussy to cut herself into two
just a girl to big to squeeze herself into a skinny jean dream
just a girl wanted a mother to hold her without judging her emotions
just a girl who needs to be sowed into a pattern of hope
just a girl wishing she could accept herself instead indulging her flaws
just a girl denying that anyone gives a damn about a emo tool
just a girl eating away her existence
just a girl goi
Bathroom DenialDo you ever get that irrepressible urge to stick your head into that perfect surface, the watery silk, the sea blanket, cocaine of nature, and just inhale?Bathroom Denial4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Belorussian shades and nuances flashing before my skin, stroking my body, tangling my limbs and hair, I even hear the vacancy in my head, the silence in my home.
It's like pianos and electric guitars being thrown overboard - still holding on to the players, letting them expose their skills of irreversible falling and circular fainting, waking up to your pathetic selflessness every million years to realize it's only been a fragment of a second of your "perhaps suicide".
One with the magical translucent entity.
We come as one, just like Archimedes expected.
Bloody cough that isn't a cough, bubbly scream that cannot be heard, a vision of a bodiless angel grasping on to my scalp, telling me to come back.
Laughing hard when I think of all the possible excuses I'll come up with for my fragile state of mind, if I ever survive this suicide,
The mask poemThe mask poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the girl behind the mask
I'm not who you think I am
I'm more insecure then you may believe
I don't want to let you in
I don't want to be hurt by you
I don't want to be judged by you
I hid behind the mask
So you can't see me
I'd rather be alone then let you in
And chance that you might hurt me
ConfusionShe had always gotten them confused.Confusion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since she could remember, really. Up until knowing them for - give or take - a year or so, it had been a little more than easy to just..
I'm Fred. He's George! and all of the accompanying snickers when she furrowed her brows in realization. Harsh, shrill cries of "you prats!" followed quickly afterward. Of course, they tried to carry on with it.
She would sometimes mistake one for the other in a passing glance. Fred, grab me my sketchbook; oops, sorry, George. The were quite used to it; tended to tease her about it, too. But that was how it was - confusing them. You could do it appearance wise, but personality..
Well, that was a stretch. George was a joker - sure. Just as bad as his brother. Worse even was the three of them; with some convincing, she'd occasionally be snickering along with them at stupid jokes and pranks that she sometimes felt quite bad about afterward. But that was how they 'were' - how he was. George was
How deviantART Changed My LifeI've been on dA for eight months, and during that time, my life as I know it changed; nothing is the same.How deviantART Changed My Life1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How deviantART Changed My Life
I honestly did not think deviantART would effect my life.
When I joined deviantART, I had no intentions of using it any more than I would be using my email account. I only joined because my 14 year old brother, who is a regular user of the site, kept telling me to sign up and upload my art for others to see. And so I did. I joined on March 2012, creating my first deviantART account called "pinkblueBiblioFREAK". I emphasized "freak" because that's what I felt like, basically because of my gender identity which failed to match my body and appearance. I looked nothing like a female, yet identified as one. Being on that site and talking to people, I started making friends. Making friends always came naturally to me; the reason I stopped doing it in real life was because no one accepted who I
Lost in the MusicCan you feel it? Can you feel the beat of the music that makes your body sway to and fro without your knowing? I'm not asking if you can hear it, I'm asking if you can feel it. Deep in the center of your chest, can you feel the beat?Lost in the Music3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can feel the beat right in the center of my being. It's strong, like a heart that keeps a body full of blood and life. It's like another entity has entered me and it is controlling me. My body moves in ways that I never thought it could. My eyes close and my body moves seemingly of its own accord. My feet move in patterns I can't see, or even think of, and I move with other people around me.
This beat is something that all of us needed. Before this beat we were all just moving, we weren't moving to the beat, or even in time with it. Before we each were a separate person, but now we're all moving together, there's nothing that we can't do together. Before we were nervous about seeming weird, or out of place, but now it doesn't matter. Music and the beat h
I weep.Cornered, I believe the term is.I weep.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Forced to make a decision, not know which outcome will be better for you.
But to make a decision that, in the long run, will make another that you love happy.
Truly, this should feel good!
Alas, it does not.
Quite the opposite, I'm afraid.
As you being to feel remorse like no other.
You begin to question yourself. I wonder, had things gone differently, would I be happy?
I made the right choice.