Attention Watchers and Non-Watchers! (Features)WANT A FEATURE?Attention Watchers and Non-Watchers! (Features)3 years ago in Personal More Like This
My subscriptions ending in two months, and I want to do nice things with it until that time. I love giving features, they're a lot of fun and they really get your name out there so if you wanna win a free feature for a week (untill my subscription ends) heres what you have to do:
- Fav this journal
- Be sure to comment with 5 links to the deviations you want featured (or you won't be entered in the random drawing). **this only applies to those not finding this link on the forum**
- Do not harrass any featured artists, or you'll be out of the drawing (even if they contain things you do not agree with or hate).
- No sexual-type deviations please. Gore is ok though.
- This is open to all, you do not have to be watching me to enter.
I'll be picking 5 deviants randomly every week, so the chances of you winning is high First random drawing will be on Saturday night, posted Sunday morning. Then every Saturday night until my subscription runs out.
Ages of Love14Ages of Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was alone,
And I was hurting.
But all this was hidden carefully.
The outside world thought I was funny, energetic; full of life.
But I was dead inside.
Still alone, hidden from the world,
I saw her.
She hid herself behind my friend.
I was in the middle of an animated joke.
She gave me a look I thought was disgust.
But I had fallen in love.
The young girl I had tried so hard to meet,
Was now my closest friend.
In the span of a month we had shared everything.
I became her angel.
She became the closest thing I had to a mother.
She was in love.
But not with me.
It was night time.
I called her.
I asked if she was alright.
She said "Yes, hold on"
We had not spoken for a couple of days.
She came back.
We talked and laughed.
She asked why I called.
I told her I had a bad feeling but it was probably nothing.
Little did I know she had gone to the bathroom while I waited.
She went to throw up the pills she had swallowed the moment before I called.
I had s
Dead InsideWhat's the point of my existence?Dead Inside4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All my happiness is forever lost in the distance.
Not lost in a place but in time.
A time when I smiled on a dime.
What's the reason for my being?
With no hope inside I have no feeling.
I am nothing but a body with no soul and no life.
Nothing more than a victim of circumstantial strife.
What's the meaning of all this pain?
I guess I am forever stuck in a torrential rain.
This is all I'll feel for all eternity.
Emptiness that goes on endlessly.
Is this the end of everything?
It must be, I closed my last life-line to my sanity.
I let go of all I held dear.
And succumbed to all my worst fears.
I guess this is it. I'm already dead.
No more thoughts or dreams flow through my head.
It's all over. I made sure of that and her happiness will start.
I let go of the only person I ever loved. "Goodbye my love", from David's sorrowful heart.
A Word About...'Beauty'In this superficial world we live in, there will ALWAYS be people who hate themselves for looking any particular way. Beautiful girls will hate one adorable mole on their cheek because to them it is an ugly blemish upon their perfect face. Handsome men will feel disgusting for being a little pudgy when all girls want is a man with muscles. Physical looks are now the only way of beauty in most places of the world. Why is that? Who got up one day and decided girls should be "bones sticking out of their skin" thin, and guys should be toned and bulging with muscles and all else is ugly? Why do we let what some see as beauty rule us all and a new generation of kids?A Word About...'Beauty'4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The overweight girl in your school could be a really talented and funny musician. She could be brilliant and kind. Yet most guys will pass her by just because she doesn't have "the look" they've been taught to crave from television, movies, magazines and especially from pornography.
The smart boy in class who's only friend is th
Gift Art- Never Give UpMy smile is transparent.Gift Art- Never Give Up5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I hold all my tears inside.
I pretend to be fine but it's apparent,
There is something wrong in my mind.
The words "I'm fine" constantly escape my lips.
My friends, so blind, believe it.
Meanwhile I cut my legs, right beneath my hips.
Hoping it will fix my problems for a day. Lost in an endless pit.
But one day, I lay the knife down.
Watching the blood trickle down my skin.
And I realize, this is not who I am. My mind has been found.
Cutting won't help me. These slices so thin...
They add to my pain, and make my world grim.
So I'll hold my head high, and walk on down this road less traveled by.
Never mind the pain, the stares, the hurtful words. I am not a sin.
I am meant to survive. So I'll start my life anew, with a sigh.
I know it will be difficult, but I know I will have some help.
I know my life is worth something, and that is worth more to me than a thousand words.
No more pessimism, no more hatred from me. No longer a helpless whelp.
Today, I am a fighte
Just SmileWhen my world is falling apart,Just Smile4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I smile even though I have no heart.
When my world is crashing down upon me,
I smile as if there's happiness left to see.
Why cry when I can pretend I'm fine?
Smiling as I take a knife and cut across the dotted line.
Why cry when I can believe it's all alright?
Smiling as I hold on to the memories I constantly fight.
When my heart is just a shell broken,
I smile knowing someone loves me with her words outspoken.
When my heart is shattered and drowning in sadness,
I smile knowing I will never again succumb to the madness.
Why die when I have someone who loves me so dearly?
I could live a life with her and love her faithfully.
Why die when I have one last hope worthwhile?
I could begin another life with merely just a smile.
Death is my FriendAs we grow older, we learn friendships don't always last.Death is my Friend4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Friends move, friends drift apart, friendships and friends die.
We learn to accept this as time goes on.
But we all have one friend in common.
We all have that one friend we know pretty well, yet barely talk to.
That one friend we meet in passing every now and again.
Be it in the hallways of school, or within a store in our town.
Everyone has that friend they know, but barely see.
My friend is different from that norm, not that there is a norm when it comes to friends.
He is one I see constantly, but not frequently.
He visits, but never stays.
He is different.
My friend is different in many ways.
I know him well, and I have seen him often through the years.
He has scared me before but not anymore.
Now we are friends. Yet years ago, we were enemies.
He has no real name, my friend.
His own friends are few.
I suppose this is due to his reason for being.
You see, most avoid him when possible.
I first met him when he arrived on