sense of me
I've always the quite one. The weirdo you've never notice but scence I've learn how to focus. I've realize why I shut myself up. I have too big of a mouth and too much love to burn out. I've seen it all before. I guess I was that girl. So what if I just sat quietly and not speak to anyone who approached me. you'd never notice the pain behind that smile. It's burned out….burned out. Crowed my head again. All I can do is hurt over and over. I'm hurting u, myself and him. la la la la la la la. This morning I told myself I could change but all I ever do if screw it up. Maybe this time, oh wait today but I can't I have failed u again and again. I just can't shut my big mouth. Words come out like knifes that scar u and leave you with the pain of guilty lies. I'm drowning in blood. Too much emotions going through my heart. Pain, love, guilt… and lots of other things. Too much overwhelming me. I'll be the girl who cries herself to sleep at night rethinking these memories. I've always been the
GermanyxReader-New FriendsGermanyxReader-New Friends4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the first day of school, and you were now officially in sixth grade. You were really excited, for you hoped you'd make some really good friends, and maybe even get a boyfriend.
That morning, you had gotten up very refreshed, and had gotten ready quicker than normal, nearly startling your parents. Once you were ready, you headed out of the door to your bus stop, which was at the corner of the street, facing another, much busier road.
At the stop, was a boy you had never seen before, with another, much older looking albino. You approached them suspiciously; the words 'never trust strangers' ringing in your head. After a better look, you decided to come right up to them, brushing your (h/c) hair back so as to not block out your (e/c) eyes.
"Hello? Are you two riding the bus?" you asked, a small hint of fear in your voice.
The albino boy turned and looked at you, dumbfounded at first, but then suddenly breaking out into a devilish laug
An Unlikely EncounterAn Unlikely EncounterAn Unlikely Encounter5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was hot.
It was really hot.
I woke up this morning, my hair sticking to my face, my body trapped in a cocoon of bed sheets I'd created in my sleep.
I could hear sirens blaring in the distance, the sound of angry caffeine-deprived drivers shouting obscenities greeted me; Just another annoying day in Gotham City.
I spared a glance at the clock. Sigh, I'm late again.
I wonder if today I can manage to find the energy to care. . .
Didn't think so.
It took me ten more minutes of coaxing my body to move for me to succeed in getting out of bed.
"Hey Katherine! You want an omelette or some pancakes?" called my roommate, Roxanne from the kitchen. God bless that woman.
"How about both?" I yelled back, sleep evident in my voice.
I crawled to the bathroom to take a shower, removing an article of clothing with every step. I avoided looking in the mirror as I always do. No need to work myself up this early in my routine.
I adjusted the temperature of the water to how I liked
Forgotten girl.I was the forgotten girl.Forgotten girl.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been used and discarded, I've got nothing left.
I'm exhausted and emotional.
I'm numb from the pain, although it still stings a bit.
Then you came into my life..
You took away all the hurt
You made me happy again
Even made me feel better about my self
You protected me from what i've been hiding from my entire life.
Requested: AmericaXReader Part 2Requested: AmericaXReader Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was late morning after America and you had a hump (1), if ya get what I mean. America was still sleeping but you had gotten up early, and like everyone that this happens to, that awkward moment that you are at someone else's house and you are awake before them. You didn't know what to do. So like any good friend/girlfriend you looked around America's room. Looking at all his comics and action figures lying around. There were super hero posters and posters of bands and movies he enjoyed.
You paused at one thing on his desk. It was a little superman plushie you had gotten Al for his 7th birthday. "He'd kept it all this time..?"
You smiled sadly and tears pricked that backs of your eyes.
"I did, doll face~"
You turned around sharply to see America, propped up on his right elbow looking at you, smiling that gorgeous smile of his.
"Why, it was so long ago." America got up and crossed the room over to you in his batman boxers (2). He put his arms around you and said, "Caus
ResonateI want to be more than justResonate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tangle of arteries and cartilage
I want to be pink sunsets,
poppy tendrils, and puzzle pieces:
things not to be lost in the folds of time
or buried to feed summer grasses;
I want to mean something
through the small things,
so even if this poem is forgotten
amongst greater works,
and even if my small deeds are lost
amid the grandiose ones,
I will still resonate;
I will resonate in the way
that I held my daughter’s hand
and braided her hair into plaits,
in the way that I spoke
gently and with a honey tongue,
in the way that I carried myself
like I had never felt grief’s weight
settle on my birdlike shoulders;
And when you cannot recall
the exact color of my eyes,
the sound of my smile,
or the look of my laugh,
I hope you will not forget me entirely,
I hope I will resonate with you.
Ode to SoulsOde to Souls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our society is built on the binary of proper lines.
spotless, picturesque, sanitary lives trailing cycle upon cycle of symmetry.
yet we function better without framed order.
we have wanderlust built into our core; we bleed out the seasons when it suits us.
our lives are made of tire treds feeding the clouded sunset, skies pouring violently over
ravenous hearts seeking catharsis.
the nyctophiliac, the heliophiliac.
the nemophilist, the pluviophile.
if we breathed in your blank normalcy, we'd crumble and die.
HitsuHina-Sick Days"Achoo!" Hinamori Momo reached for the box of tissues on her right.HitsuHina-Sick Days5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For the past week, Momo had been sick. She wasn't sure where she had got the cold from but Unohana had given her specific instructions.
"Hinamori fukutachiou. Im afraid that you're not allowed to go out for the next several weeks. Perhaps it would be better to get someone to take care of you until your better."
Is what she had said to her. When Unohana had told her that, the first person to come to her mind was Hitsugaya Toshiro. Since they were childhood friends, she thought it was the best idea. But now, sitting in her room, with a box of tissues beside her, and her hair and clothes all messed up, she wasn't so sure it was a good idea.
Besides ,thought Momo, Shiro-chan has better things to do then to take care of me.
Just as she thought that, there was a knock on her door. "Come in," she said, her voice hoarse before she broke into a coughing fit.
Terror in TearsShe was clutching his dark blue hoodie with fervor, as though the only thing keeping her body from bursting open from nerves was the ardor grip she kept on his physical being. She was still horribly distraught, even after the sobs of her brother had quieted down and he came to her room to hold her in his arms, gently caressing her cheeks to rid her of her tears while neglecting his own.Terror in Tears3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She didn’t understand. All she had done was come home fifteen minutes late. Her bus had gotten a late start from the school because one of the boys had decided to chance a suspension for a day of infamy by pulling the fire alarm during the last bell. It wasn’t like she had gone to play hooky or had gotten herself hurt.
So why was her brother gripping his head so hard that his fingertips were bloody when she got home? Why was he weeping and moaning utter gibberish? Why did he insist on continuing his unsettling back and forth rocking, even when she told him what happened and showed him that s
Public Service Announcement by LovesBelliesThis is an actual true story Names have changed, but this is a true story based on my own real lifePublic Service Announcement by LovesBellies4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I used to have a social studies class with a girl named (not really) Lexi. She was a very pretty girl with nice, well-kept black hair and an average not-ugly face. I really liked her personality and I really like her body most of all. She had a very well-developed amazing ass, almost always shown through a amazing pair of yoga pants or skinny jeans, thick (but not fat) thighs, and I'd guesstimate her bra size was a high C or low D. (Sorry if that's creepy but I just thought about the size to help the audience picture her bust better.) Lexi had a little gut that was not too pronounced but it had a definite perky little bulge too it, usually obvious through her skin tight sexy V-necks. I sweet-talked her whenever I could, and I once was right in front of her when she scratched her stomach, pulling up her shirt so I could see her deep navel. I really liked it. Shortly afterward, Lexi
Today, I DiedToday, I died.Today, I Died6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They strung me up on a rainbow rope
And lit a fire beneath my feet.
Actually, I'm enjoying the warmth.
SuicideSuicide3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time.
A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that "Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up." Your dad runs to your room. He looks at y
Resist Her Ch.1A warm late spring breeze blew, the sound echoing through the city buildings. Rosuto folded her arms as she walked, her white, short-sleeved uniform shirt swaying around her, the button slightly chilled against her skin. Her little red tie flapped back and tried to hit her in the face every time the wind blew hard enough.Resist Her Ch.18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She scowled as it succeeded, slapping her right in the nose. She pushed it down, then reached down the fight with her mini red pleated skirt.
Damn wind, she muttered as she continued walking. Her white and red bobby socks did little to keep her long legs warm. In fact, the only good thing about her outfit was the fact that her sneakers were comfortable. But that was it.
She took a deep breath and tried to keep her mind off the fact that if a big enough gust came the world would see her panties. She kept walking, noticing a few glances coming her way. Typical. She was used to getting stared at in her uniform. She was 58 after all, and looked lik
Scars and SoapHe has such soft skin, Ebony thought to herself.Scars and Soap3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was sitting on a twist of metal embedded in the ground, the dingy red of its form reflecting on the crystalline surface of nearby water. Her metallic fingers twiddled in the flowers, gently caressing the pale petals that would soon decorate the entire expanse of the area.
They were modest little flowers. Fresh from the ground and eager to bathe the barren world in color. In fact, everything around the little pond Ebony and Male had decided to rest at was beginning to show signs of life. Little sprouts could be seen tentatively peaking from under scraps of metal and concrete. Green moss and vines were tenaciously climbing up the sides of the crumbling buildings. Cool, clean water was gently lapping at Ebony’s shoes. It was so serene it was almost surreal.
A small smile graced Ebony’s glossy lips. It was good that she and Male had decided to rest here. It was unusual to come across a place this untouched by the horro
Bass.EXE UMVC3 MovesetBass.EXE UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Navi (Cybernetic being)
Game Series: MegaMan Battle Network
First Appearance: MegaMan Battle Network 2 (2001)
Voice Actor: Todd Haberkorn
Health: 880,000 HP Points
Power Ranking (Out of 7):
Energy Projection: 7
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Bass Buster (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: Gospel Cannon
Assist Beta: Golem Hit (Direct, Down)
Assist HC: Gospel Cannon
Assist Gamma: Dark Plus (Extra, Instant) (Increases Hyper Bar)
Assist HC: Gospel Cannon
A copy-bot will be standing in Bass.EXE's position on the screen, Bass will then install himself into the copy bot, the bot taking on his form.
#1: You're going to be destroyed
#2: Give me a true battle of power
#3: I will show you all the power that I possess.
#4: Battle Sequence Initiated
#5: You're a fool
Against Zero: You think you're stronger than I am? I will put
CanadaxDepressed!Reader: Close Your Eyes"It's morning," he tells you, as if it isn't obvious enough with the sunlight streaming in through the curtains, and the birds chirping so loudly they could wake the dead.CanadaxDepressed!Reader: Close Your Eyes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You keep your eyes closed, focusing on the dark and hoping you might fall asleep again. "I don't want to move."
"It's almost seven. You're going to be late." He stands, the bed creaking under the shift in weight, and his footsteps thud away. You hear him shuffling around for a minute before coming back to sit down on the edge of the bed. He takes your face in his hands and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. "Come on. Let's go."
You shake your head slowly. "I can't." It takes effort to push the words past your throat—it takes effort to breathe. Your chest hurts, right in the center between your ribcage, next to your heart, and your fingers are cold—so cold you can't feel them.
"What do you mean?" he asks, patiently. "Are you sick?"
How can you put it so that he'll understand? You bite your lip, your eyes
I don't feel alive.I feel really numb..I don't feel alive.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I realize that I exist,
yet I don't feel alive.
I feel so lost, lost inside my own thoughts.
I don't feel like crying,
I also don't feel like smiling.
Can I just fall asleep forever?
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Buchanan D MatthewMonkey D Luffy stares lazily at the sea before him, lying down on the bow head of the Thousand Sunny.Buchanan D Matthew4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The only thing that cuts through the silence of the sea is the snoring of the grizzled swordsman, lying on the grassy deck.
"Oi, Ussop!" Luffy calls out to the crows' nest.
"What, Luffy?!" the long-nosed marksman calls back.
"Do you see any islands yet?"
Usopp looks through the spyglass for what seems to be the thousandth time out upon the bounding mane.
"Not even enough to form a village!" he calls back.
"Awwwww!" Luffy groans.
He throws up his arms and shouts: "It's so damn boring here!"
A rotten tangerine goes squish on the back of Luffy's head
"Be quiet, then!" their orange haired navigator shouts.
Luffy pouts and looks back to the sea.
That's when he sees something dotting the waters.
What the ? He thinks.
His eyes open wide in excitement.
"Ship ahoy!" he shouts, grinning.
Usopp looks in the direction Luffy is indicating.
"Are you sure, Luffy?"
"Well, what's left of it
That one ghost disease- Part 2 I stumbled down the stairs and walked as normally as I could to the kitchen table, where Dad was stuffing his mouth with pancakes, Mom had her nose in a science invention, and Jazz was searching in the cabinet. I slipped into my seat, where I stared blankly at the empty table, my min in another world. What was up with my power? I kept asking myself, but I knew no one would answer my questions.That one ghost disease- Part 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What? Do you think food is just going to magically appear in front of you, Danny?" My dad's comment made me jump in my seat as I brought my focus back to reality. I attempted to chuckle as I backed my seat up to get a bowl of cereal, but before getting up, Jazz neatly set a bowl in front of me, and handed me a spoon along with a green pill. Before heading upstairs she gave me a wink, and I smiled back at her.
I silently munched on the tasteless cereal, every flake feeling as if it was scratching my throat.
PinholesFaltering wordsPinholes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and blemished sight
in the night...
to tear that sky
admin's poem tided 'i'm sorry'charels is my best friend.admin's poem tided 'i'm sorry'3 years ago in Personal More Like This
and i love Emma.
and i want to tell my family that i'm sorry for who i am.
i'm sorry for being bi. i'm sorry for my problems.
i'm sorry mom for not being who you want.
i'm sorry for not reaching your exspetasions.
i'm sorry i'm not the kid you hoped for.
but mom this is just me. let me be me, please mom.
it hurts liveing under what you want.
but what about what i want?
it makes me sad and it makes me cry.
just let me be me.
i have hopes and dreams of the foucher just like you.
i want to go to collage, and make a life for me.
but what i want rihgt now is to be love.
and to hear those words.
those three little words," i am proud".
thats what i want to hear.
but please mama let me live my life the way i want, before it's to late.
before my dreams leave me alone.
before i lose the girl of me dreams.
please mommy i want to live the way i've always hoped.
Growing VioletteLettie was nervous as she dressed. It was the first time she'd seen Kurt since the shrinking incident, and she wasn't sure how this was going to go. Still, he'd called her and invited her to come over to his house. That was a good sign.Growing Violette4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In fact, Lettie had been in contact with virtually no one from her school while she was being home-schooled. The home-schooling was a functional necessity because of the shrinking incident. The only people she'd seen regularly had been her best friend, Cat, and her brother, Ty.
Mom checked in. "Oversized clothes? Really?" she said. "I'd have thought you'd go the other way, under the circumstances. I mean, the brown sweater and off-white skirt are nice, but so big."
"It's a cool day, and I've got some clothes to deal with any shrinkage stashed underneath these things, Mom," Lettie said. It suddenly struck her as odd how casually she said that. &