Dead InsideDead Inside9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the tears forming
Sitting in my eyes
But no matter what I think of
I can not cry
I feel drowsy
And am hardly awake
But no matter what I do
I can not fall asleep
I feel fatigued
And feel unstable when I walk
But no matter how uneasy I get
I don't want to eat
I feel depression setting in
That's causing this insanity
But no matter what is happening
I can't help my smiling
I'm slowly becoming numb
I feel dead inside
I feel as if my soul has left me
I'm just a body, acting on it's own
A smile on my face
With actual feelings unknown
I don't really care
What happens to me
I feel as if I'm already fading
My life is deafening
I'm already on the edge
What does it matter if I'm pushed
I'm walking past the rail
That earlier I broke
And I'm looking over the edge
Wondering if I should jump,
Because I've become numb
And I feel dead inside
I feel as if my soul has left me.
So why be alive?
Love UndyingLove Undying2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Immortal is my devotion.
Unbreakable is our bond.
Driven is my emotion.
A love of which I am fond.
You are never alone,
As witness is your God,
to all that is and is not known,
from there with you and abroad.
Love undying is the compassion I hold,
as invincible as the forces of Heaven,
is this love so incredibly bold,
to my own, and beautiful leaven.
Never shall you know agony through me,
Though I am yet imperfect,
It is my intention to set you free,
and your heart shall never go unchecked.
Undying is the love held for you,
by my heart, my soul, my mind, my all,
As spirited goes the love ou two,
My being is that which you do entrall.
DeletedElena and I have DamonDeleted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Daggers at our hearts he's never been aimin'
Stefan 1 & 2, we might have left you
But with heartbreak, not hate
It's not like we planned this from the first date
Stefan 1 wanted all their memories compelled away
As if everything she had meant to him was bitter and gray
Stefan 2 wanted all our memories burned
Ending our story with a lesson well learned
We get it, Stefan, you want us deleted
No need to stab with a dagger freshly heated
Elena has Damon and I have my dreams
You need to move on
We can't stand your screams
Ripper's gunna rip
Hater's gunna hate
You can say you're sorry now
But it's a little too late
Goodbye Stefan, we had a nice run
Now take off your daylight ring
And go run out in the sun
Dengeki Daisy: EpilogueDengeki Daisy: Epilogue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at myself in the mirror. A beautiful white dress with a pastel blue ribbon tied around the waist complimented my figure. Yanking at pieces of dark brunette hair, I pulled it into a messy bun. I frowned, surveying myself. Is a messy bun too casual? Maybe I should put my hair into my middle school style.
"Teru-chan?" One of the bridesmaids asked me. She looked way prettier than me in her dress and long blonde hair flowing down her back. "Are you ready?"
"I'll be in a moment." I replied. Nodding, she walked away leaving me in the dressing room alone.
Moments later, my phone buzzed letting me know I had received a text. "You look beautiful, Teru" it said.
The door creaked and footsteps entered the room. Slowly, I looked up from my phone to meet a pair of hazel eyes. "Its been a while since I've gotten a text from DAISY."
A light shade of pink began to rush to his cheeks, "Well...."
I took his arm and began to walk from the room and into the sanctuary. "Let's go and you
kyphi.kyphi.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how I wish
that my body
was a beast
I have walked.
I have walked miles on the same stretch of road. Back and forth across the space of five hundred paces. Every time passing I've realized something new. My hammer is heavy. The fire must be fueled.
I've broken the sarcophagus now. I smell like old dust. Frankinscense. Kyphi. Myrrh. My belly's full of cassia. Cedar oil like sweat in my skin. I've incised myself till my body was a beast for you, a machine for you. Flesh is the meaning. Flesh is the sacrifice. I've taken on your scars, but it is not enough. Never enough.
My hammer is heavy. The fire must be fueled.
It begs. Ardent. Hungry.
I've got fuel. I've got so much fuel I can hardly breathe. I've got cedar bark and sandalwood. Armfuls. Saffron threads. It stings the eyes the colour of cardamom, soothes it with the cool touch of honey, of figs, of cypress. Juniper eviscerates the beast in me and hollows it out for the warrior t
Faded ink stainsA nearly snapped spine,Faded ink stains6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And cracked yellow skin.
Faded ink stains,
From an old fountain pen.
Once loved, caressed, revered;
Now old, broken and forgotten.
No longer to appear before thousands.
No longer to paint images of fantasy.
Tattered old leather clothes.
Skin like withered autumn leaves.
So many faded ink stains,
From that old fountain pen.
An ancient book with ancient words.
The pages rustle in the wind,
And the ink fades in the rain,
But in memory lives on.
Call of the Wolf Chp 1He opened his bright blue eyes, looking up to the smooth stone ceiling above him. Growling quietly, he covers his eyes with his paws, desperately trying to go back into the loving embrace of Tsuki-sama's dream pelt. Don't wanna wake up take me back to the dream pelt! Yet the annoying pups of his pup sister started to whimper for their early morning feeding. He growled in annoyance standing up on all fours, he shook his body to rid some settled dust that gathered within his sand-colored course fur. Then he extended his front paws far in front of him and stretched his back, shifting from wolf to human form. He grabbed his black hakamas and put them on before leaving his den into his sister's den.Call of the Wolf Chp 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
The beautiful rusty female wolf was nudging her two pups to her belly to nurse. She was growling softly and soothingly to them to help them. Once they started to nurse, her green eyes met her brother's. Good morning, brother. Did the pups wake you?
"No, Natsumi," the blonde man answered, "T
We Keep Moving (Speedio322's COVER)We Keep Moving (Speedio322's COVER)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Title: We Keep Moving
Track: Sonic Generations (Rooftop Run - Modern)
Original Composition: Tomoya Ohtani - SEGA/Sonic Team
Date: 22nd February 2012
Original Lyrics Written by: Speedio322
Lyrics Modification by: Elson 'Darkspeeds' Wong
Character voice-overs: Elson 'Darkspeeds' Wong
Re-mastered lead vocal tracks: Elson 'Darkspeeds' Wong
SFXs: SEGA/Sonic Team
Sonic: *Passes by University inspired buildings, makes his way to the Rooftops - He stretches and get's ready for yet another wild adventure!*
We are, runnin, as fast, as we can.
On this, road that, we seem to be on.
Nothin', can take, the joy, that we feel.
Away, from us, we keep moving strong.
Past, present, future, no matter where I'm at I make a stand,
movin' further, I'm gonna take my journey way ahead across da land!
Anywhere, that you ever seem to find yourself,
Follow your heart from there, just stick by it till yo
How2-Ask artists you admireHow2-Ask artists you admire5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Have you ever tried to talk to an artists you admire on DA and s/he ignores you?
Well, there's a few tips on how to talk to them and get more comments back...
I don't say this will always work, because some artists are just too busy, or too shy to talk back, but it will work better than if you just bluntly ask a question.
There are nice artists who will answer your question, so make them feel a bit special for doing you a favor.
Here's my tip on how to talk to some big name artists...
===== MOST IMPORTANTLY!
1. Research first, check their blogs for FAQ if you have a question such as...
1. what pen/paper/program/medium did you use?
>>>(tools related, trust me, usually its on their FAQ)
2. Hi, you're good.... what do you recommend for a tablet?
>>>(Go to forums to ask that please, search forum for old threads on it, don't bother them with this.)
3. Hello, what brushes did you use, can you share it? Did you use Photoshop?
>>>(Don't ask so fast, search their gallery or u
Better Off AloneForget me not,Better Off Alone6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until we drown,
Cry me a river,
Kick me while I'm down.
You never change,
Our love is stained.
Until we drown.
Mired in despair,
Is anyone there?
Regret and self-doubt,
And there's no way out.
No, you don't care,
Did you ever? You weren't there.
And you expected me to stay.
Inside, I was torn,
My heart, lost and forlorn.
But I finally saw,
Even in my dreams,
That it shouldn't be like this,
This isn't how it should be.
Every night I cried,
Reliving lost memories.
Out love was never really there,
Forget what we used to share.
Foolish of me to think you cared.
Alienate me from my friends,
Leaving me just for you,
Once I finally opened my eyes,
Now I could see right through.
Each of us is better off alone.
stargazer.stargazer.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was knee deep.
It was snowing. She remembered it was snowing. She still recalled the smell of saltwater and cypress in the air. Ozone roused the lightning and even though it snowed, it rained.
Insult to injury,
The horses had long since faded. Anamnesis, all of it. Reminiscence and retention. None of it mattered because
the air was still,
the rain was sharp,
& she was knee deep.
When she called she found silence. Both ways, silence.
Deer limbed and weak, still a child of stargazer lilies and ivy, she tried
but she was sinking quicksand fast and no longer was she
but waist deep
if only for the
She slept with that locket around her throat. Always around her throat.
Reminiscence and retention. Anamnesis, all of it.
Even in her waking hours, she recalled the smell of saltwater and cypress in the air. She was insult to injury. His insult to injury
on College and Life GoalsWould you consider buying a plane ticket before you know where you even want to go? Crazy, isn't it? But many artists consider taking on art school without a strong life goal. Without defining what you want most out of life, you'll never achieve it, and college certainly won't supply it. College is to supply you with the means to accomplish your goal, and if you don't have a strong goal, you'll flip-flop majors hoping to scrape up motivation along the way. By the end of it, you'll have gone through 4 (or more) years of indecision, having wasted a lot of money and time without having an idea of where to go in life next.on College and Life Goals3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What, then, makes a strong life goal? Is it wanting to work at Disney? Is it wanting to create a famous comic book? Or maybe you want to just be a famous artist so you can rub it in the faces of all those who made fun of you in high school? These aren't life goals. If anything, they're short term goals, because they can be accomplished, finished, and done. A life goal is
The Naming of CharactersFirst of all, we don't need this surface-value, wishy-washy crap. I'll show you what I mean, so here's a form I used to give out when accepting OCs for stories a long time ago (ah, back in the days. I truly forgot how fun writing without bounds used to be--you know, writing for your own satisfaction with things like outrageous Sues, blatant cliches, and genres that I have worn out for a year or two. I still do it sometimes, but I can't bring myself to get too heavily into the story because I know it would be really bad to anyone else. I DO miss writing about fantasy journeys, though, but I really wore that out when I was younger, so right now I'm getting into fantasy-without-the-magic. Technically, historical fiction for my own world).The Naming of Characters4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anyway, carry on.
To Be YoungTo be young again,To Be Young5 years ago in Open More Like This
To feel the spring in my step
Like a pogo stick on a hot summer sidewalk
The pulling and bunching of muscles
Like well-oiled pistons
And the fluidity of movement
Like a birds carefree swoop across the sky
To feel laughter like blood in my veins
And summer like a never-ending melody
That sings, sings in my ears
Like the twilight call of crickets
And the cool of a sharp moonlit night
To feel passion like sunlight on my skin
And to burn with a fierce desire
Like pitch in a roaring campfire
To feel the surety of black and white
And not know shades of grey
Or longing unanswered
Or loss immeasurable
Oh, to be young
A Walk in the SunI walked in the sun todayA Walk in the Sun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The early spring flowers
Turning their faces up to greet me
As lazy bugs grumbled at the motors
Purring in the distance
My legs flexed and stretched
To cover ground
I kept time to the beat of my heart
And the intake of breath
And smiled at the others
Who came out to soak
In the weak, but welcome rays
Warm CookiesShe curls her tailWarm Cookies4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A little white paw
And looks at me
From the sheet
Of warm cookies
She lies upon
DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st
I'm Almost ThereI'm Almost There2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Almost There
Drunk with rage
Twisting my face
They say the prison is here to save us
To cage my thoughts that are dangerous
Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow
My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile
My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt
I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't
I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete
This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."
Syncing with blame
Soon to break
I said it's too late
I want it to end this way
Night TerrorsNow I lay me down to sleep,Night Terrors6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I slid my hand between the sheets.
I will lie before I wake,
I know the Devil, my soul he'll take.
Guilt and Anger fill me up,
Hands are shaking, I've had enough.
This went on for way too long,
All my thoughts of sleep are gone.
The eyes on the walls watch me now,
The room seems alive somehow.
My eyes are wide open still,
Someone shoot me, I've had my fill.
God is good, God is great,
With Him now I feel no hate.
I rest easy with Him here,
Always now, I feel Him near.
Their last words...The rain.Their last words...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So cold and pure on the merciless streets of the city.
She walks alone.
Her legs slightly wobbly.
Visible in her beautiful amber eyes shinning from the citys blinding lights.
She stops in a dark alley.
A sinful needle drawn out of her bag.
Needle piercing through her pale and flawless skin sending in the vicious poison to her core.
She cant take it.
Lifes too hard.
People are uncaring.
She suddenly starts to hurry.
Somebody is waiting for her.
Rushing through the noisy streets.
She stops in a park.
Waiting for her.
She approaches him.
Hugs him tenderly.
Holds him in her arms as her legs collapse.
Her world is spinning and slowly fading away.
Her last words.
You are the only person I wanted to see before I died I love you
His eyes wide.
He shakes her softly.
But its no use.
Her eyes are closed.
To be never opened again.
ReflectionsDrip Drip,Reflections6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into the drain,
Sweet as rain.
It always flows,
But I can't complain,
As time passes by.
Like holding sand,
Or water in your hand,
It still slips away,
Day by day.
It's always different,
It's never the same,
We're all just pawns,
In a larger game.
Fly by day,
Fear the night,
Don't mind the monsters,
Just out of sight.
The wilting plants,
Cry out in pain,
The feeble sun's light,
Warms in vain.
So wield your sword,
And hold it true,
Don't fear the demons,
We'll start this world anew.