She's a WriterShe sits at her deskShe's a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Pen and paperPen and paper,Pen and paper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instruments of writing,
Tools of expression,
Items to record:
Events, or Information,
So powerful yet small.
Under the rainI stand in the midst,Under the rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling the rain,
My hair damp,
My skin wet,
My spirits risen,
As I stand,
Under the rain,
While others say,
A rainy day is a bad day,
Rain is amazing,
It makes me feel,
New and fresh.
ShadowsI kill you sometimes in my dreams,Shadows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the sun rising
or the setting moon.
over and over.
It happens many times.
first i stop up your voice,
your mewls, groans, the limpid laughter
and confused sighs.
i hold them in my palm
Next I blot out your face
as neatly as a arrow that penetrates
a small stack of hay.
I barrel into your form and pull out heartbroken phrases,
which i use to feather my fortress of thistle and bone.
At last even the sounds of your body are gone--
the succinct echo of footsteps against the ground,
decay in the gut, the quietness of tears,
a digestive squeak.
none of these survive the night.
I even carry with me the emptiness
where you once stood, hands at sides
like a sink slowly dripping water--
left, forgotten as the night unfolds
into the world of morning.
Steampunk nation part 2Steampunk nation part 26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So here's you room."said Day "Pretty cool."said Night She opened the door and looked in the room and it looked like her room on the airship she was on!"Wow."she said,Entering the room she smelled a little vanilla."Do you like it?"asked Day "Yeah."she said.Later that night,Night had settled herself on the Deck of the Independence "Well hello there,Darling."said someone "Day,i didn't think you'd find me here!"said Night "Why?Where you trying to hide from me?"he said "No..."she said "So what are you doing out here?"he asked "Well i was thinking what my friends back on the airship are doing and if they're going to be okay..."she said "I bet they will."said Day "I bet your right."said Night "Come on its late."Day said.
Two figures are sitting on a bench outside a small building,One is Captain Eva her dark red hair looked black in the night.Her jacket has blood drops on it.The other one is first class pilot Emily Crow.Her bionic arm glittered
Little Things: Chapter 1 Little ThingsLittle Things: Chapter 19 hours ago in Drama More Like This
“D.I. Lestrade. Since this is your first appointment, I’d like to talk about what brought you here.”
“Well…that’d be a cab, I suppose.” The weary-looking man tried to chuckle and failed. He didn’t continue, just shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the sofa, avoiding the other’s intent gaze.
“Greg, what happened? What made you so desperate?”
He looked at the psychiatrist, then down at his hands, spreading them in a helpless gesture.
Like Dimmock showing up in his office, stiffly informing him that he’d be taking over all Lestrade’s pending cases.
Like Sally running into him and not being able to find words. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water
RejectionDon't be afraid,Rejection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Believe in yourself,
And your abilities,
Whether it is love,
Or something else,
Take the risk,
And move onward,
If we stay afraid,
We will never reach,
Our full potential,
All our lives.
We praise You, Jesus, God...Raise up your handsWe praise You, Jesus, God...2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
raise up your eyes
lift up your heart unto the skies
praise to God to Him alone
can all sins atone
Praise God on high
lift your hands to the sky
sing in exultation
unto the God of Salvation
Christ the Lord
Christ the King
in exultation do we sing
raise your hands up to the skies
praise the Lord God on high
We praise You
We worship You
We adore You
God on high
God, King forever and ever
Raise up your spirit
raise up your hearts
raise up your hands
and lips part
sing a new song
unto the Lord
alone in You we worship
You O God
O God of host
God of the condemned, the once lost
Beacon of Salvation
Just and true
Love and might
is Your sceptre
glory and praise
is Your throne
in You God does glory truly belong alone...
Praise God on high
Raise your praise unto the skies
O God, King once crucified
In resurrection our faults are now rectified
in You we are now Your flock
lead us to Salvation Lord
into the pastures Green
that lies beyond the world unseen
Eyes, Your EyesEyes, eyes, shining eyesEyes, Your Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Golden green, they hypnotize
I fall into them; profound
But I'll never hit the ground
Because they catch me, catch my gaze
Lost inside your iris maze
I wander speechless, brain-dead, gone
My life is dark, your eyes my dawn
ReminiscingWhy couldn't you see,Reminiscing5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What you were doing to me?
When you treated me the way you did?
I've been over you.
Looking for someone new.
I'll never love you again.
But every once and a while.
I think about your smile.
One of the few things I do miss.
After all you put me through,
You'd think that I'd hate the sight of you.
But for some reason I can't stay away.
MusingsMusingsMusings5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once again you have come into my thoughts.
I smile at the idea of being with you. More and more
I would wonder if you are only a fragment of my fantasy.
But you are too real to be a dream of mine.
You give me a desire to feel your passion;
a longing to spend time beside you.
This glimpses that I have gotten of you,
They only serve to keep you within my thoughts.
It is my wish to see you more,
or at all... Alas, I fear this may be a fantasy.
My dreams are not enough to satisfy this desire of mine:
my desire to feel your passion.
Will my musings of desire and passion
be the only sight I have of you?
Will I only have you in my thoughts?
I beg of you, do not deprive me. I need more
than my imagination. There is a lacking in this fantasy,
even if it gives meaning to this reality of mine.
This reality has given rise to another thought of mine.
What will become of this passion
if we do not give it chance to take hold? I fear that you
could take up another. This coming break has given
Voice of the Broken HeartedPain.Voice of the Broken Hearted5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One must act fine.
If I don't they might suspect something.
Go through the motions of life
Without really living.
But it becomes to much for one to bare
Finally brought down by life.
100 Things To Do Before I DieNote: I'm not sure if I am the first to do this but if I am feel free to write something like this in your journal or as a deviation! HAVE FUN!100 Things To Do Before I Die5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Climb a waterfall
2. Sky dive
3. Go to Ireland
4. Get a wife
5. Be popular in school
6. Be a baseball player
7. See a mythical creature including my hero..(Not saying, I'll explain him later)
8. Go hunting and get a buck
9. Make a song
10: Find a cure...(Write about it soon enough as a deviantion.)
11. Get a world record
12. Fly off a hotel with an umbrella like mary poppins and land safely on either another house or hotel or ground.
13. Sell Irish Potatoes, my favorite desert, at the Irish Festival.(Write about plans, money plans, ect.)
14. Be rich(not snob rich, I mean I wanna actually use my life to get my money. I don't have a lottery addiction, never will. So the only was I'll become rich is by using my job or life or experience in my life and I'll also write about this.)
15. Fill my necklace up with my charms and gold.(Also I might wri
AnxietyI lose controlAnxiety10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My stomach turns
My mind fears
"Your gonna be fine"
I can't stop
Can't regain control
Can't stop the fear
I try to relax
I try to clam
Then a voice
What I know
But it's different
As soft as cotton
As gentle as
A warm breeze
I begin to calm
I regain control
I am happy again
Till next time.
I'm okay...I'm okay...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You ask me if I'm okay
And I don't reply;
I just walk away.
Over and over,
Day after day,
It's that same little question
To which I have no say.
Finally after yet another try
I look at you
Meeting your worried eyes.
I put on a smile
And force out a laugh.
"Of course silly!
I'm more than alright."
A sigh escapes your lips
And your hand touches my hip.
Your head leans on mine
And your arms wrap my close.
You whisper in my ear,
"I'm sorry I'm the one who hurts you the most."
Memories from the MoonlightMemories from the Moonlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
--------Memories from the Moonlight---------
☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ❤ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽
Dancing underneath the moon,
Its shining touch,
Remembrance of life and love,
All to be forgotten,
In the blink of an eye,
as long as the wind whispers on my back,
The howls of the night whispering softly in my ear,
The memories of time gently fading,
The black and white photo dusty and broken,
Slowly aging as time trickles by,
How many minutes go by?
How many seconds have left the serenity?
Will everything be forgotten?
Only Time may tell...
Will hearts still be true?
And the wind still guiding me?
As one sits...
As one waits...
As one dances underneath the moon...
In hopes to find its lost memories of time.
Like a Small Child Reaching for the Door(11/10/2013)Like a Small Child Reaching for the Door2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a small child
reaching for the door,
to touch the handle
she wants to open it
and run out,
but she is much too young
to reach it on her own.
I'm much like that small child
waiting to run out the door.
I'm done with crawling
I've already learned
to walk on my own
and I'm wanting to show
the world what I'm made of
but I didn't finish drinking my milk.
I've already walked for so long,
but my feet are far from tired
and like a small child
with eyes on the playground
I'm already running
and it's all so exciting
but I didn't finish drinking my milk.
And this tiny bird
wants to jump right out
of the comfort of her nest
I'll be a good flyer, right?
I got so many things
under my belt
and an undying passion
to let it all out
like an eager student
holding my hand high
ready to pick up the chalk,
"Here I am, send me!"
I got this.
But as I'm running, I realize
that I have no wings, and I
Holmes vs. Holmes vs. HolmesInitials are self-explanatory, but if you are lazy or confused...Holmes vs. Holmes vs. Holmes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BR Holmes: Basil Rathbone Holmes
JB Holmes: Jeremy Brett Holmes
RDJ Holmes: Robert Downey Jr. Holmes
NB Watson: Nigel Bruce Watson
DB Watson: David Burke Watson
JL Watson: Jude Law Watson
The Watsons were sitting in the kitchen calmly discussing the latest medical discoveries, the latest cases, and the antics and eccentricities of the Holmeses.
However, the Holmeses were not getting along so well. They were seated in the sitting room by the fire. JB Holmes and RDJ Holmes had started an argument about which was better.
"More people like me," said JB Holmes. "So there."
"Yeah right," RDJ Holmes rolled his eyes.
"Well, I don't have so many haters."
"At least I don't parade around in that stupid hat!"
"Hey!" said BR Holmes.
"Why is he," JB Holmes jerked his head in BR Holmes's direction, "here anyway?"
"I think they said it was because he's classic."
"Not a very good reason, is it?" said