A Girl's LifeA Girl's Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and Jimmy Choos.
Good looks and high kicks,
High class and stylin' chicks,
Killer heels and luscious lips,
Gorgeous hair and swingin' hips.
Live Inside A DreamLive Inside A Dream3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Live Inside A Dream
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by Kim *
Every hidden story lives inside a dream,
and if we're only fast enough,
the dreams we see are real.
So take care to take your picture,
the dream inside your mind -
and if you do so honestly
His Her EYESHis Her EYES3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
My heart thumped as his eyes crossed through mine...
My heart ran after her eyes, I had no choice but to look!
He looked back to his world as his eyes left mine...
What was I supposed to do, I was gonna have a heart attach!
I wish he looked longer, but I wouldve had a heart attach...
What would I do if I lost her!
What would I do if I lost him!
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Hard to CareWhy is it so hard to care?Hard to Care5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I should be there.
I ignore the bell I hear chime.
Instead I sit and waste time.
There's nothing that I want to do.
The things I enjoy are few.
I know that I should be at work,
But my responsibilities I shirk.
The pills make me no longer sad,
But apathy is just as bad.
So I just let time go by.
I wonder when I'll finally try.
A Story Of A PansexualA Story Of A Pansexual1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
The Journey of Pansexuality For Me
Alot of my life,anything that wasnt hetrosexual was wrong.
I struggled,wondering what I really was,while I was raised up around the opposite gender.Soon my doctor told me I devolved a gender identity disorder,which meant I would grow up with the mind of a boy,and the body of a girl..
I struggled with it a long time,constantly made fun of at school,constantly alone,I wasnt welcomed by boys because my body was a girl,I wasnt welcomed by girls because my mind was a boy.I was teased about being a hermaphrodite,yet oddly didnt mind..
When I found out about what it was,I would listen to them tease me,and then I smile,thinking at least I know what I am now.
Each day as I grew,homeschooled since 5th grade,I continued to force myself to love males only.I knew if I didnt,my father would literally harm me,and I would be shunned again.But the more I explored as I got older,I thought maybe I was bisexual,when I tested it,It di
A New Dawn - Chapter 2A New Dawn - Chapter 21 year ago in Settings More Like This
This chapter is written by: http://misslula.deviantart.com/
Recovery from the hell hole that was Dathomir, had continually kept her up at night. Through blood-shot eyes she peered at the table next to her foggy headed and dry mouthed which was no doubt due to the half dozen empty stims and bottles of wine that had lulled her into false sleep. Her body shifted through the vast bed only to hear the clank of glass. She carefully moved back into the place where she was previously pinned in and slowly rubbed her eyes. With her head heavy she tried to swallow but only got the rubbing together of harsh sandpaper through her throat. She glanced to her left and grinned widely. Of course he was in her bed. His dark smooth skin reflected the small bit of light that was cascading into the room. He was just a warm body, nothing else. While she had been spending all her time on Corusant working for Lady Dionne, her side business of the pit fighting was still in full bloom and her prize winning warm
A New Dawn - Chapter 3A New Dawn - Chapter 31 year ago in Settings More Like This
This chapter is written by: http://daggerrae.deviantart.com/
Raessa sat quietly, listening to the rain pitter-patter against the plexiglass. Even through the rain was fake it still amazed her. So many droplets, endless numbers all falling separately until they flowed back together again eventually as one. To a puddle, then a stream, a river, then an ocean. Only to get picked back up again in a cloud to renew their journey. Back home, rain was a foreign concept, and a cause for celebration. It gave life. Here, in this fake place of stone and glass, it was just.. another Tuesday.
Between herself and the rain, she caught her own reflection. She stared at it for a time, lost in thoughts and musings. Her mind wandered back to her first, terrifying days as a slave of the Clan, how each dawn was a blessing because she just knew that one would be her last. The day Azra taught her to sw
CasanovaCasanova1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the old town of Venice
The sin was born
One man, in the moonlight,
Took a woman's soul
She got doomed
But it seemed fair
That one night with him
With nothing left to tear
Centuries have passed
Even the rain turned cold
The sin lived
In the other men's blood
He looked at me and said
"Be the flame not the moth"
He was hypnotizing,
But he's Casanova, he can't love.
He likes numbers
And I was 24
I gave my body to his arms
I used to cry back then, but not anymore
That one night,
I remember it well
The stars came down
With no words to tell
Because we were one
Under the endless sky
The morning you left
Every part of me died.
You think you're in love
You have to grow up"
And yesterday I saw him,
I guess he hurt the one he loved,
His look wasn't hypnotizing
Maybe, he got a broken heart
You have to become a man
To treat a girl right
This life, you know,
Is one big fight
But still, I'd come back
I'd give myself to you
Only if you said
You love me too...
The Transformation of Elves and VampiresI've been thinking about elves lately, and the many renditions I see of them on Deviant Art and other (pop) art sites. I have a feeling that elves, and vampires, used to represent immortality. Where vampires represented the damnation of Hell eternal, elves where ancient beings, deeply connected to life and spirit - "Heaven".The Transformation of Elves and Vampires1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Though the hunger and desire of vampires reflected parts of human nature, they moved with the grace of aristocracy, and indifference of the centuries. Only when infatuated again with the love of form (human beauty), they would be thrown into the emotional storms of youth (mortality). Cursed with eternal hunger and desire, vampires shift between the grace of night, and bestial hunger. Through their immortal, ducal, character, they were connected not only to the Beast (the Fall), but also to the spiritual, timeless aspect of being.
Elves were collected, noble – beings sprung from the innocence of time (paradise), that moved under the stars of night, celebrating
A New Dawn - Chapter 4A New Dawn - Chapter 41 year ago in Settings More Like This
The click and whirl of spinning servos woke Lady Dionne Vao from her unintended slumber. She felt the table beneath her begin to move, its movement seeming to erase the vision of the voluptuous chalk twi’lek that was just a moment ago hovering over her. The harder she tried to remember the twi’leks feature, the further from her minds memory it slipped. She had to wonder, if she knew the woman, or if it was just another one of the wild dreams she had been having as of late.
Bright light temporarily blinded her as she opened her eyes. The cold shell and unfeeling eyes of the 2-1B medical droid that interrupted the blinding beams of light from the rooms lights. As her eyes adjusted she watched as the droid worked in silence pulling the various medical probs that were stuck to her skin at various points around her body. She had to resist the sudden urge to bitch, thousands of years of medical advancement and they still couldn’t invent probes that did not sting when unc
WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'WORD OF THE DAY 'FOOGOOT'3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FOOGOOT: ~ (Fuu-goo-T)
Female equivalent of a 'faggot'
created by Phillip and Terrence
The Book of Anodyne Chapter 13 (A Tale from SWTOR)The Book of Anodyne Chapter 13 (A Tale from SWTOR)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Anodyne looked over the contents of the datapad in her hand one final time before shutting it off and handing it back to her twi'lek apprentice Ari'tana. "It is as good a plan as any. Marginal risks, and a better than average chance of success. Good job Ari'tana." Anodyne said in genuine praise. "Thank you Master." The pink skinned alien said, taking the datapad. "Shall I bring her to you once I have freed her?" Ari'tana asked as she stuffed her datapad away inside her robe. While the robe that Ari'tana usually wore kept her mostly covered, the outfit that Anodyne glimpsed beneath it was one that would make most of the inner core of the galaxy blush. Not because it was revealing, it was not. But it was how it fit, skin tight, and leaving nothing to the imagination. It was almost if Ari'tana's body had been dipped in a pool of liquid leather and latex. As always twin lightsabers hung from the twi'leks belt, the only accessory outside of the twi'leks boots that did not fit her
A New Dawn - A SWG StoryA New Dawn - A SWG Story1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Behind a half oval desk of pure polished white marble she sat staring out at the landscape of Imperial City, the capital of Coruscant. Night was beginning to fall of on the planet city, its normally blue sky, caught between the pink horizon of sunset and the looming darkness of night. It was Tuesday on the planet, and that meant that it would rain tonight. One of the benefits of living on a planet where the government controlled when it rained, when it was cloudy and when the sun came out. It meant that important outdoor functions were never rained out, and that those functions unpopular with the reigning government, like say a pro democracy rally often faced a stormy day during their event.
She did not mind the rain, in many ways she liked it. The planet always seemed to smell fresher after the rain. Even if it was artificially generated, like so many things on this planet. The thought of artificial creations caused her to look at her left arm in thought. It to was artificial. A cyber
Anodyne Vao - Dark Child of Tython Chapter 1Anodyne Vao - Dark Child of Tython Chapter 11 year ago in Settings More Like This
Two Weeks Ago: Hoth
Despite the best cold weather gear the Empire could afford, Lord Anodyne Vao was losing the battle to make her teeth stop chattering. Hoth on a nice day was one of the most inhospitable planets in the known galaxy, and this was not one of those days. It had been a hour since the engines of their speeders had seized, frozen solid from the cold. Even with the help of the force the cold and wind blown ice pellets had slowed their pace to that of a infants crawl. An hour, it had taken them to hike the half kilometer to their current location, of which was the shattered edge of a crater, overlooking the mostly intact wreckage of the Republic cruiser once known as “Utopia”.
The “Utopia” along with hundreds of over vessels had been lost in a battle between Sith and Republic forces some thirty years prior during what was now being called the Great Galactic War. Since that time, it had been a three way race between the Sith, Republic and pirates to sa
Kissing SecretKissing Secret2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Be still, be still and close your eyes
Do not peek, it's a surprise
The cold hand clouded her sky blue eyes
She bit her lip and felt revived
Shhh, my dear, do not speak
She smiled softly with a squeak
She felt a breath upon her cheek
She ruffled her jumper above her feet
A peck tickled across her dimple
The kiss so small, yet sweet and simple
Oh, but sweetie, your aim is weak
You missed the spot, but reached my cheek
The hands sneaked around her waist
To trap her body just in case;
The kiss makes her lose her all
To carry her in case she falls
Soon she begins to flush and sway
As the kiss heads her way
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
NaruHina_Walking the World below_SCENE This story is just scene of a larger story concept I have come up, relating to the accompanying picture. I HAVE NOT written more than this. i may get around to it at some point.NaruHina_Walking the World below_SCENE1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So, for now, I'll give you a catch up section.
Konoha is under attack, the entire shinobi army has been dispatched throughout the village to fight off a mysterious group of enemy shinobi trying to make a name for themselves, and rise their small shinobi village to the ranks of the five great hidden vilalges.
Team Kakashi and Team Kurenai meet up amidst battle and face off against a particular difficult enemy whose earth shattering blows put Sakura's to shame.
During one such attack, the ground erupts beneath them, and as the shinobi jump to safety, an erant rock strikes Hinata causing her to be knocked back, and fall in
wade liberation warwade liberation war3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
The Death of MeThe Death of Me1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I cry into my sheets
And cry into my bed
I cannot stop crying
And think of instead
Where else to go
To forget about you
I'm scared so deeply
That you've become a tattoo
You make me crazy
You make me insane
And almost always
You're my reason for pain
I can't escape you
You're always there
It's like you're watching me
But you really don't care
If I try to love you
You just run away
And if I try to help you
There isn't a way
No matter the cost
No matter the pain
No matter what I feel
It's always the same
This cycle of anguish
It won't ever end
And by the time dawn hits
It begins again
I scream at you now
And you're never there
It's come to the point
Where I'm pulling out my hair
And some nights I bleed
I don't know why
Please can't you help me!
I don't want to die!
These tears that I'm crying
They won't go away
Don't you love me?
If you do, won't you stay?
By the end of the night
I am fast asleep
But my dreams are nightmares
Which is why I weep
In the mist of my agony
And in this terrible
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear My Guardian Angel
I was born with an invisible noose, and as I got older it got tighter
I kept looking for the perfect opportunity to drop, it's either now or never
Dear Heaven / Dear Hell / I am my own executioner!
Every night, I lay awake, starring down a loaded barrel of a gun
Aimed at my tempting skull, and the trigger is ready to go off
Dear God / Dear Lucifer / I am not that promising child I once was!
I've always stood on the edge of my life with adrenaline-fueled anxiety
That corruption coursed through, and took over, it's too late already
Dear Paradise / Dear Purgatory / You need to wait a little longer, and wait patiently!
I'm such a cowardice fool; sick and hysterical; I can't decide anything for myself
I'm abandoned; I'm a cast away; I am the last forsaken, and I no longer have a way out
Dear Friends / Dear Enemies / I'm sorry, but neither of you can help!
I tried everything in my power to change, but t
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance1 year ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be