The Joy of KillingThe chin was now clean, polished and soft. The man got up and looked at himself in the glass. He ran his hand over the skin and felt its freshness, its newness.The Joy of Killing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Thanks," he said. He stood up to admire his newly shaven face in the mirror. I must have been very nervous, because I was afraid of what I might do to this man. Without even realizing it. My blade was once again around his throat. "What is this?" he asked. Without answering him, I slit his throat. His expression in mirror was beautiful. It was if his soul had escaped his body, his eyes were looking into the mirror with such a beautiful gaze. Blood was all over the floor and my shirt. I didn't bother to clean to up, I just wanted... to kill some more. The feeling of being able to take away a human life was amazing. I ran out of the shop laughing hysterically. The blood from my razor sharp blade was on my face now. It felt like I could keep running until I got to kill again. I ran into my house startling my wife who sitting on t
flawedeveryone needsflawed7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a run through a rich man's shoes
a walk through a poor man's shoes
and a skip through their own shoes
once in a while,
everyone needs to sit and
feel their marshmallow hair and
moldy lips and torn eyes
and feel harmed.
every once in a while,
people need to feel
Normal PillsNormal Pills2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take them once,
I take them twice
but the pills don't
seem to suffice.
My mind is racing
with total doubt,
but the pills are running out.
Its hard to swallow,
harder to breathe,
I'm still not normal.
Why can't "weird" just leave?
A true heroA true hero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si