500 points giveaway!Spread love!The winnersHello, sweeties!
Just as I promised I organized another contest for my watchers
This time I will be giving 5 x 100 points to 5 lucky deviants (:
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Win 60 Points! Fancy Winning up to 50 points?!Win 60 Points!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you have to do is this:
1# Watch ThatCanonKid I will check..
2# either or
3# Comment on which one you pick, why its your fav!
The winner will be chosen later on this evening.
Enteries finish 7pm UK time.
Winner Recieved 40 points!
Second place: 5 points!
Third place: 5 points!
The Same Storywe rewrite our lost historyThe Same Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the same paper,
expecting new endings.
we truly are insane.
these lessons mean nothing
if not fully dead
the mistakes were worth nothing
if not burned in my head
you can't change the veins
stitched into your skin, you can't change
you- with a day, a word,
a breath of used air.
you want to dive back into that place
between my folds of sanity
where you can unravel the strands
and manipulate them in your hands
so I can't stop to think about
you can't change the blood
which surges through the cold,
forgotten parts of your body.
but you can tell yourself
if you shut your eyes,
you can pretend the scenes played in those weary lids
are the life you finally received.
because darkness hides the truth
but you can't rewrite your story
because you think you're different, now
(and different people don't make the same
you're falling down the same hole
with honey trap words
we can't rewrite history
or deny the similarities.
The ElfThe elf walks lightly wherever he goes,The Elf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving no footprints in dirt or snow.
He travels alone and knows no friends,
Under the bridge and around the bend.
He passes invisible before our eyes,
Cures our hearts and puts an end to our cries.
He's a wanderer with no home to his name,
A hero who gains no glory or fame.
He returns lost children who cry for home,
And still he has no one to call his own.
He leaves a faint scent of trees and sunlight,
During even the darkest hours of the night.
He works from dawn to dusk and from dusk 'til dawn
A miracle worker who does no wrong.
His rest is not sleep but a moment's pause,
Before he pulls a toddler from a cougar's jaws.
In his good deeds, the elf seeks a pardon,
For a crime all have long since forgotten.
A nomad of necessity and not of choice,
Only the mountains remember his voice.
Although he carries no pack his soul is heavy,
And should death come he has long been ready.
The elf walks lightly wherever he goes;
Empty solitude is all that he k
Revolution-Chapter 2You woke up in a very unfamiliar room. You wiggled around in the bed in which you had been sleeping. You found that you were wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket rather than pajamas. The last nights events played again in your mind. You sat up and shook your head. After shedding your jacket, you walked out of the bedroom. You found Talia sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of tea.Revolution-Chapter 22 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Good morning, she greeted you quietly.
She appeared to be alone in the common area.
Wheres Bane? you asked drowsily.
I think he is on the roof. You should go and see him. The door leading to the staircase is down the hall, last door on the right.
Talia smiled at you and returned to her tea. You turned, still dazed, and headed down the hall. Once you arrived on the roof, you found Bane. He was facing away from you, punching and kicking a wooden practice dummy. With one particular maneuver,
Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesArachnid Love2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wayward lover is coming home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound
Never to emerge again
A spider entered his lady's den
Thoraces were hanging everywhere
Her abdomen loomed--white and bare
Afraid, he took the thread to seek, and
Nature told him what to speak
Awed eyes sparkled in recognition, and she
Embraced him in a quick decision
Languid love followed repetition
Evening came and the moon looked down
At arachnid lovers together bound
Glared at he who lay so still
Leered at she who made the kill...But his dead
Eyes stared back, happy and filled
Traveling over sticks and stones
The wayward lover has come on home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound...of arachnid love.
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mindSo What Do I Do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
.:Love:.I never fell in love with your face..:Love:.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neither your body.
I never needed your sex, nor your gentle kiss.
(Though I broke myself in two wishing for it.)
Instead I fell for your smile.
Though you gave it out rarely.
I fell for your naivety, your intellect, your laugh.
The best part of loving you, was the look you gave me.
(As though I might have been worth your time.)
Dear Spammers...Roses are red violets are blueDear Spammers...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey spammers ILL FREAKIN' REPORT YOU!
Comin' into mah chatroom being a n00b
You're worse than the flattest boob!
I think your mentally retarded
Go get discarded
Not caring at all if you get banned
Get the hell out before we're all dAmned!
I hoped you liked my poem
Buried Treasure -Shadaze-I breathed a heavy sigh as I looked at the red, blue and white target. All of my arrows had just missed the bull's eye. I had one left. Concentrating hard, I drew back the bow string, aimed carefully, and released. I watched it fly toward the target and hit right next to where my previous arrow had hit. "Drat!" I said to myself as I went to retrieve them, "At least this is only practice "Buried Treasure -Shadaze-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"If you keep repeating the same mistake, Blaze," a deep voice said from behind me, "practice will do you no good."
I turned around to see Shadow standing in the shade. I looked at him, embarrassed and asked, "H-how long have you been watching?"
"Long enough." he replied mysteriously, "You posture is wrong. Try again, maybe you can spot it for yourself."
I took up my position and nervously began to aim again. My hands wouldn't stop shaking and I tried to calm down and act like Shadow wasn't watching. What's wro
Harmless kissesFanfiction: One Direction (band)Harmless kisses2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pairings: Harry/Louis LARRY STYLINSON! Bromance with hints of something more...?
Summary: Louis is stressed and takes it out on Harry. But can Zayn's cheeky dare stop the bickering?
"HARRY!" Louis bellowed down the stairs of the house he and Harry shared together.
"What?" asked Harry, coming into the hall as Louis stomped down the steps with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Louis stopped short of the last few steps.
"Why is my hair gel almost empty?" Louis practically spat. Harry looked up at his older friend indignantly.
"How should I know?!"
"Well you're the only one who must've been using it!"
"I haven't touched your silly hair gel!"
"Have!" The two glared at each other.
"Louis, what the hell has got in to you recently? First you argue with me over whether you put the milk or water in first to make tea, then you have a go at me for singing too loudly and now you're accusing me
ZWtF - Day 1Zutara Week the Fourth: Day 1 MaskZWtF - Day 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Katara was confused. While she was normally capable of understanding everything from Toph's girl problems to Sokka's weirdness there was one thing she couldn't comprehend. Unlike many would think, no, it was not how Haru could've grown a mustache if she could speak honestly, she'd say he even looked good with it. There was someone else who had done a stranger thing than just change the way he looked.
He had changed himself. Just to get her to like him.
Katara had never thought Zuko would go that far for her; she was just some waterbender from the South Pole, a once grand tribe that had turned into something pathetic. And just because she was good friends with the Avatar if not best friends he desperately wanted her to accept him.
He could've ignored her insults. Or he could've insulted her back. Or he could've fought her. There was no doubt he had improved his firebending skills since the
Shadow x Blaze Desterbing newsBlaze went for regular checkups at the doctor, and frequently got on Shadow's nerves.Shadow x Blaze Desterbing news2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"This place is never clean!" Blaze would yell at him as he walked in the door from work. "Don't just stand there watching me, sweep or something!" She hissed fixing the pillows on the couch.
Shadow glared at her crossing his arms, "Tone it down your highness. Sit down, don't over work yourself."
She's gone into the nesting stage, where nothing could be as perfect as she wanted it, nothing could be too clean, and the bed had to be made in perfect symmetry. And not only that but her mood changes have been a living hell.
"I need strawberries." She said suddenly.
"Strawberries!! Go to the store and get me strawberries, and whipped cream, the one in the can." She said already pushing him out the door.
Ah, cravings. Shadow did his best to keep his temper while hers flared and spiked all over the place. Some times while they watched t.v she would start crying over the cereal commercial.
"That poor ra
mia culpa, mia miasmaI'm still counting chromosomes and odd numbersmia culpa, mia miasma2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
still playing hopscotch over the symmetry
of your shoulder blades, your whispers
skipping 'cross the seventy percent water
the one forty proof rum, still running
until we can sleep,
that thing they called relationship
something common, like counting
rocks at the bottom of a wishing well.
I am slipping through, sliding into
a seamless cervix, and she's serving
throat lozenges in the mean time,
mean time and mean country
serving time in this union, this marriage,
they served cough and coffee
held the Capricorn, held up the register
held the infant to the sagging bosom of
Hollywood and serfdom and surplus
as the nagging empress struts her new clothing
on the turnpikes of Mulholland Drive.
can you feel the elasticity of time as sleep approaches
as the veal spills over red royal carpet
like tumbleweed's of lamb chops rolling 'round
Rockefeller's city center.
so shed dead skin
and skim the film of old money
see my t
A New and Bright FriendshipIt's always been hard to explain my feelingsA New and Bright Friendship2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But right now I'm speechless
I've never thought I could care so much
Yet here I am
Offering my help and support
No matter what.
Some of my darkest corners
Smile when I talk to you
My worries begin to fade
And my stomach feels warm
A new and bright friendship
I'm just glad I met you.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Mirror, Mirror8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Shadaze_Honestly?The sun was high and shining as our well known feline was taking a stroll through the emerald green forests of Mobius. Why was she out in Sonic's world you ask? Simple, she's just visiting. Yes visiting. Not searching for her stolen Sol emeralds, not out trying to find help to defeat Eggman Nega (he's dead anyways!), and not lost conveniently by some mysterious force. Dr. Eggman's forces had been defeated by the Freedom Fighters some years back. I'm sorry you don't know the time. The date is approximately 5 years, nearly 6, after Blaze's last encounter on Mobius. (Sonic Universe reference!). Now that you're appropriately caught up to date; Our young princess is now a young queen, 22 years old, and on her way to visit her old friend Sonic. What she didn't know was there was someone following closely behindShadaze_Honestly?3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Okay maybe she did know.
The figure emerged from the tree line revealing itself to be none other than Shadow the Hedgehog, the Ultimate Life form. Bl
French Fries A Shonen-ai storyFrench Fries-A shonen-ai StoryFrench Fries A Shonen-ai story7 years ago in Teen More Like This
I should have punched him. Sure, I hit him, slapped him with my open palm, but now that I think about it, I should have punched him. Twice would have done nicely.
But, at that moment, all I could think of was how nice and warm his lips felt. That all of a sudden kiss that sent me into a frenzy.
He didnt ever really talk much. He had skipped the first two weeks of school, leaving everyone wondering if he was a late new student to the school. He said not a word as he scribbled his full name onto the board behind the teachers desk his first day there. His black hair almost too flowy as he turned around and walked to the back of the classroom and into a corner desk. Not a word.
Nobody could keep their eyes off of him though. Being a pretty tall teen, Yuki Maede seemed almost too skinny for a kid his age. He seemed like a fragile kind of guy, and everyone just thought he was plain creepy.
Everyone would whisper about him just a
YOU KNOW YOU ARE CANADIAN WHEN...1. Somebody bumps into you and you apologize.YOU KNOW YOU ARE CANADIAN WHEN...2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Apparently we are "famously polite people". Hmm... I wonder why...? Even our independence was quiet and incredibly docile compared to war-waging America. You'll find the odd bully (oh, yeah, they're oddities around here) but the majority of the population are kind and welcoming!
2. You eat a lot of maple syrup.
We don't just pour it over pancakes, like world thinks we only ever do. We make candy, bake it into cookies, and sauté food in maple syrup. Have you ever tried maple syrup-smoked ham before? I suggest you do. MUCH better than that Spam in a can.
3. You know what the hell poutine is.
Look it up on Google; it's currently our national dish.
4. You use the word "eh" as a verbal full stop.
As in, we add it to the end of most of our sentences. Apparently I write "eh" into half of what I say and even type; anyone who has had a conversation with me for about a week will probably have read it mor
Soft Surprise“Silvy!”Soft Surprise11 months ago in Romance More Like This
The second his name and that voice rang in his ears, Silver turned around. And before he could say even a peep, a certain someone quickly pounced on him; her arms wrapped around his neck and – to his utmost shock – her lips pressed against his.
“Mmmpmh…!” Silver eyes widened in shock, arms up in the air and body almost falling backwards. He felt her body against his. He felt her warm, soft lips delicately yet passionately touching his lips. Heat rushed into his face and body. Tingles sparked his nerves from head to toe.
First, he was shocked. Now, he was just stupefied.
Then, as a few seconds of her kisses shot straight into his brain, Silver was then thrown into ecstasy.
His arms slowly stopped shaking, dropped until he wrapped them around her waist. With a sharp breath inhaled and choked inside his throat, Silver pulled Kotone tighter and returned the kiss with a much more sensual, needy desire.
She felt his rapid heartbeat. She hea
Ouran- Don't Go GreenTamaki Suoh was not jealous.Ouran- Don't Go Green2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was a great many things; some good, some bad, some either or depending on his mood, but he was never jealous.
Never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER jealous.
Kyoya could tell him as many times as he liked that he was, Tamaki was pretty sure he knew himself better than anyone else. He knew perfectly well that the boiling of his blood whenever the twins tried to come on to Haruhi wasn't jealousy. It was… empathy! Yes, that's right. It was the indignant rage at being molested by a pair of identical idiots that Haruhi should have been feeling, but never did. She was just too unaware of their true nature to be properly angry. As a loving father figure, Tamaki was both obligated and happy to express it for her.
Well, okay. He'd recently come to understand that his feelings for Haruhi were not in any way paternal and never had been, but that was beside the point. If anything, it further proved it. His deep and passionate love for Haruhi drove his
Warrior Cats-Bringing the kitsBringing the kits in:Warrior Cats-Bringing the kits4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Squirrelflight rested quietly, all curled up in the Warrior's Den, it was Leaf-bare right now and there were not a lot of prey. Suddenly, Squirrelflight's ears flicked as she heard the paws of a cat silently padding over to the entrance to the den. Squirrelflight felt the familiar twinge of anxiety coming from
"Leafpool again?" groaned Squirrelflight, recognizing the unusual bond she shared with her sister, though she couldn't explain it but she could tell how she was feeling and where she was. Quietly, she crawled out of the den, avoiding the tails of her clanmates as she followed Leafpool out of the den.
"What? Its leaf-bare and I'm cold!" Squirrelflight hissed softly as Leafpool's ears twitched slightly. "The kits are here "murmured Leafpool. Squirrelflight' ears perked up right away as she noticed the sweet scent of milk clinging of Leafpool's fur. "Where are the kits?" asked Squirrelflight, her eyes gazing around the camp. "They are in t
Healed Pain Shot through my body.Healed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I crawled home, every movement caused greater pain.
I clutched my side, blood oozed out through the deep wound I had recived.
I gasped in pain. I had never hurt this bad before.
I finally couldn't take it anymore, I screamed out and collapsed.
I was walking down the street heading for home when it began to rain.
I'd better hurry.
I ran trough the allies to get back faster. I rounded a corner and tripped over something.
"Ahh!" I fell. What happened?
I got up and dusted myself off.
I saw someone laying on the ground.
"Are you ok?"
There was no response. I checked for a pulse, it was weak but there.
I didn't know what to do, I was afraid to move him.
I gently rolled him over. He had dried blood all over his mouth. He was clutching his side.
I moved his hand, his side was bleeding.
No telling how long he'd been like this.
I picked him up, his body lay limp in my arms.
FlyingWe swam through the skyFlying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when we landed
we felt higher
than when we almost reached the
You kissed my neck and your lips
and the fire in my hair went out
and you sighed.
I hate this part of the song where I can't hear you anymore.
When you woke me up
I remembered why I used to love you;
why the ash on your tongue
used to taste so sweet.
A Note on DrowningI am writing this letter for myself. If you have found this letter, please give it to me. If you find that I lack the will to read, if my mind is gone, if my hands are bloodied, tell me at least, that the song is near its end. If I am dead [indistinguishable]A Note on Drowning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Written in the margin: IF I AM DEAD THROW ME TO THE SEA]
In laying out the bones of my terrors, a solution may be found.
I’ll start before the beginning, when Mother took me for walks on the beach and told stories. Together we missed my father, who sailed the sea. These are my earliest memories, but I remember things had always been this way. We walked together, and I counted my many steps and Mother’s few. When I stretched my legs, I could make it so my path went over only her footprints.
The sand was soft where she had stepped. Elsewhere was gritty, and unclean.
I was young for all of Mother’s stories. Here I will write the relevant one as best I remember.
“A sailor was on a ship. This ship was far of