ThoughtsI thought I could call you a best friend,
I thought that in the worst of times,
you'd be there for me.
I thought I could tell you my deppest
of secrets,with no worries of anybody
That I could cry on your shoulder
when I needed,
That you would always give me hand,
That in the darkest of times,
you would light the way to
That laughter made our bond stronger,
That death was our only seperation.
I thought that when everyone abandoned me,
you would be next to me.
I was abandoned and you were not next to me,
I thought wrong of you,
None of my thoughts came true.
But then again my thoughts never
Where It Does Not ShineA parting glance in the room,Where It Does Not Shine2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A flirtation down the hall,
A smirk dancing on lush lips,
A pair of wandering eyes align.
Unheard whispers ready to bloom,
Breaths lost in forbidden fall,
Sentences trailing down hips,
Hands seeking desire's sign.
Unless you can meet me
where it does not shine,
I doubt I will be thine.
this i know for sure.you're going to break a lot of heart.this i know for sure.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're going to be the reason to stay up late for, why during the day they are tired.
they'll hope that cabs struggle spotting you so you settle in letting them take you home.
you're going to be prowling through their head all day.
you're going to make them scramble.
wherever you are is where they are going to rather be.
they're going to have you in their arms and they're going to feel right.
only to you will apologizing feel natural.
you're going to be their motivation and their assurance.
they're not going to know what to say or how to say it. but they will.
your smile will grab hold of them by the collar.
your eyes will pierce into theirs and there they will fall.
i almost feel sorry for them.
I Had Feelings...My feelings for youI Had Feelings...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were no doubt there
And you shared them with me
Thank God, I swear.
But not too long later,
As I think over,
I slowly lose the emotion.
I don’t know what to tell you,
I surely don’t know how!
It was never a one night stand,
We still haven’t held hands,
And my lips are still a virgin to others.
Though I know how this goes
Yet I don’t I don’t remember
How to let you know
I want us to be over.
So soon it happened
It will be.
My feelings to you
Just ListenNow, I may not be the most ideal person to talk to.Just Listen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be anyone's Prince Charming...
I'm not even an expert.
But by God, do I try.
I try to be as good a friend as I can
To the people who consider me their companion.
Before you go off on your capers and crusades,
Just take the time out to listen.
Because even the smallest of efforts
Can lead to the biggest of impacts.
Let me help you
The best way I know how.
I may not have given you money.
I haven't replied as often as you want me to.
But know this: I'm here for you.
Take the time out of your lives
To listen to my words.
Don't rush on ahead thinking it's the best thing to do.
Please just hear me out.
I can't promise you it will be what you want to hear
But just take a moment to assimilate the information I have to give you.
Life isn't fair
And we all know it.
Hope is what keeps us from losing sight of the future.
So what I'm saying is hold fast to hope
And give me a chance to soothe your emot
Dear FriendDear Friend,Dear Friend2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Tears are not simple.
Their emotions and expressions complicate life. And sometimes we want to cry, but can’t.
You may worry that if you start crying you may not stop. You may fear that your ability to fade into your problems and raise again with a few scars may not work.
You could even get rid of the feelings, and the pain, that arise when you enter into the maze of sadness. All those worries are reasonable and proof of how grown up you are.
Don't hold your tears back because they will be like flooding waters building pressure against the dam wall, like putting too much makeup because you can't hide your sadness anymore, like not believing that the sun also shines for you... That creates other problems... worse problems.
There is no reason to keep repressing those sentiments, because you have to see this important truth: we are human... we are meant to feel.
I know you don't like to feel sad and lonely, so even if for
break routineRoutine has become too comfortable for comfort.break routine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My feet wear the same tracks into the dirt,
kicking up the same dust every day
but the worst part is that the dust cloud blinds me to other, newer paths.
The most appealing option is to run
c'est l'option la plus dangereuse,
but that's its allure.
My whole being screams for something different,
something borderline uncomfortable,
like the feeling of too much space I get from places with no trees,
but I limit myself.
My brain won't stretch to envelop the possibilities
that float just out of its reach
like it used to.
I'd like to blame it on public school, and I somewhat can, I think-
but in the end, I have control over what I do with my brain
and I didn't stretch it.
I am a brain neglecter,
a fear collector,
a cage erector
who locks herself in
then complains about her captivity.
I used to think I was special,
that right now didn't matter,
that ONE DAY I'd be something, do something speci
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,I would've been.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
Retreating Forward[Retreating Forward]Retreating Forward2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The boy, he sits, on his bed alone
A heavy burdened tear drips from his eye,
It streaks down his face, sealing his lips,
The only question he wants to ask is, Why?
Countless bruises cover his tattered, torn skin,
But the worst of them all are the bruises within,
Bludgeoned inside, He holds himself tight,
Because he knows that no one else will, tonight,
And alone he remains, questioning his existence,
Silence he sustains, the path of least resistance,
He tears at his scabs, digging for the truth,
Searching for answers in his diminishing youth,
His shell is broken, beaten, discarded,
His mind creates comfort, inside now guarded,
He picks himself up, and stands on his own,
Oblivious to conversion, no longer alone,
His wounds heal with time, focused is his mind,
Settled, resolved, his confidence redesigned,
He walks to the door, extinguishing fear,
Entering only to escape, the answers, now clear.
- Written By: Bruggush -
AlsklingI was dressed entirely In black,Alskling2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and you...In yourself,
Perfect...I never knew such a thing...
And there you was, staring right at me.
Your eyes always told me what you couldn't say,
That you were mine and wished you could stay,
Your lips taught me everything,
But how to live without you.
And every night I dream of you,
You approach me and say what you couldn't,
Your lips touch mine,
Making me yours.
And I wake up, dressed In darkness,
Think of you dressed in yourself,
A beauty so true,
Not one has compared to you.
Every night I dream of you,
I tell you what I couldn't,
I adore you,I want you to stay,
To be able to hold you and take you away.
And I wake up, dressed In darkness,
Think of you dressed In yourself,
A beauty so true,
Not one has compared to you.
And every night I dream of you,
Wake up In depression from the lack of you,
And wonder If I had said,what I never said,
That I wanted you too.
And maybe If I had said...what I never said...
Would there be beauty In my arms when I wa
I wish...I WishI wish...3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A Love poem
I wish I could see your warm and smiling face.
I wish I could touch the skin of your cold hand as your thumb gently strokes the back of my own hand.
I wish I could hold you in my arms when you're scared or lonely, protecting you from evil and harm.
I wish I could kiss you for days until those days turn to years..
I wish I could dance with you in the stars, or in a castle, or a beast's ballroom, or a mermaid's grotto, or a kingdom of the sun.
And after all is said and done, my love .I wish I could marry you, the one whom I hold so close and dear to my heart, like we were always meant to be meant for love.
All these things I desire, although they will take some time. But one wish has already been granted true, dearest Alissa
YOU ARE MINE!...I LOVE YOU
the realmsometimes I'm caught in this REALMthe realm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a realm of privacy, but restlessness
I fade away from the world of action
and into this slow, transparent feeling
the bridge between my thoughts and my actions
the longer I stay.
It makes me itchy.
I itch for something to focus on
but my brain feels like a piece of tape
that's already been stuck to too many things
and falls off of everything I encounter.
I itch for somewhere to go
something new to do,
but everything that doesn't require crossing that ever-expanding bridge
has already been done,
already been explored.
I keep fading,
remembering that I used to have goals I could work on,
but where'd they go?
They're across the bridge too; I can see their silhouettes
but I can't quite make them out.
They mock me.
They dance and sparkle in the light of that lively realm; some yell at me
for standing them up,
their words contorting over the shadowy chasm between us,
turning into whispers of hypocrite
and each o
GaspThere was noGasp2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pressed her
lips to his
What is love?Love is undefinableWhat is love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you know when it's there
It's a felling in your heart
A feeling in the air
Love overrides all over feelings
And holds you in its grip
You don't want to lose it
And fall into a dark pit
Love is what you get
When you see that special person
And hold them close in your arms
Until the change of season
Love isn't something that comes lightly
It doesn't just appear
It only arrives when you meet that 'one'
And truly hold them dear
Love can take effect
No matter how far apart
The two of you may be far
But it's all in your heart
Hypochondriac"Dearest darkness," writes he,Hypochondriac3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And it's all that must be said
By the form in black who cannot see
Past the ropes around his head.
Of the surroundings that stretch beyond him,
He knows only the plaintive cries
Of figures cloaked, their eyes dead, dim,
Constrained by worlds of chains and sighs.
He sees only inky plague, death
And flurries of cruel disease,
Mothers weeping, left bereft;
He smells the stumps of burned-down trees.
He cannot - will not - fathom,
The horrors that lie in wait,
For that reason sits he within the darkness of his cavern,
Listens to the river roaring in its spate.
And so, "Dearest darkness," writes the man
Who knows nothing of the dark,
With pencil poorly gripped in his shaking hand,
Barely able to make a mark.
"Dearest darkness," repeats the figure once again
Retreating from all the lanky, twisted shades
That fill his meager den,
Leave him stranded and afraid.
He is completely uninformed and unaware
Of the things that lurk outside,
But knows he must defend agains
oh my god I forgot to title this screw itI want to createoh my god I forgot to title this screw it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
something so beautiful
I want to paint all the sweet morsels of life
with words on a page
life is something I do not have,
have not done
Tell me life is something
I WILL have done
by the time I'm gone
I'll be so busy waiting to get to the front of the line
this annoying line- school, college, work, waiting, waiting
that by the time I get there
the movie's sold out
it's a classic by now
and I have a comic gray beard
just like in the cartoons
but it's not funny because I'm going to die
having done nothing but wait
I can't create something from nothing
I can't paint the sweet morsels of life
I do not have,
have not done
aimlessI know there is a sea of words in my mindaimless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and if I can be the moon and pull their tide in the most exquisite way,
I can make hearts ache with the beauty.
But I'm so aimless, for a moon,
and my sea of words won't ebb and flow
Having no limits means nothing without direction
and I've lost mine.
Summer Contest - CLOSED! (PLEASE READ)UPDATE 9/2/12 - The contest is now closed! If your entry was denied because it wasn't submitted correctly, you have until voting starts to get it in.Summer Contest - CLOSED! (PLEASE READ)2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I have listed all the entries that have been accepted to the group. If your entry is not there, please comment or note the founder!
I am so excited about how well the contest gone so far. Over 100 entries! I had not originally figured we'd have so many when I put together the voting system, so I'll be tweaking it a bit.
Voting starts tomorrow, Sept. 3, EDT. I will be splitting the entries into 3 sections. These entries will be submitted as three separate journals that will be up for voting for about 2 weeks. (The journals will be submitted one after the other, not at the same time.) The top 4 entries from each journal (12 altogether) will go into a fourth and final journal, where the winners will be voted on and determined.
Voting rules, as well as a recap of what I just explained, will be included with
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Dreaming Of The SeasonsLostDreaming Of The Seasons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the wind
That carries even the coldest frost,
Chilled outside, and yet also within.
But still so far away
The feeling that leaves me waiting for another day.
Is here again with the soft breeze
That leaves me flying through the air.
I slip away
Oh so slowly,
Leaving that strange familiar feeling
Of cold in the air.
A Writer's Romance-"You're a writer, aren't you?"A Writer's Romance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those were the first words she spoke to me.
At the time, I was packing up, getting ready to leave the library.
I had another long day, spending the majority of my free time at the library, loitering around on my laptop,
Staring at my open wordpad as I contemplated about what to write about.
Just as I was readying to leave this girl, out of nowhere, asks me if I'm a writer.
-"I like to think I am."-
That's the only answer I could give her.
I had taken up writing as a hobby,
But no matter how hard I tried, all of my work felt underwhelming.
Could I get you to help me write a poem?
If that is too much trouble than anything else will do too."-
She starred at me with her big blue eyes,
Long golden hair,
Holding her hands together at her chest -
She was quite pretty at that,
Making me question why such a person would come up a complete stranger such as myself, and ask for something so absurd.
-"Why do you need something like that?"-
10 Simple Tips for Getting Your Art Accepted QUICKIt's troublesome for all of us when we have to ask you questions and, require you to withdraw and resubmit your deviation for one reason or another. Well, this document is designed to help prevent that so we can all have a nicer day!10 Simple Tips for Getting Your Art Accepted QUICK2 years ago in Personal More Like This
1. All Members:
- When you upload your art to dA, select the proper category. ex. When a member submits a drawing to our Digital Art folder, but we see that it's in dA's Traditional Art category, we will ALWAYS question that.
2. Digital and Traditional Artists:
- List the media/tools/programs and reference image links you used to create your art in your description. This is a practice of Pros, and it helps us to ascertain that your art is submitted to the proper folder.
- If your art is a photograph, and you did any editing besides tweaking, or BW/Sepia conversion then we will probably consider it a photo-manipulation. This includes selective de-coloration. Submit it to our Digital Art folder.
Ever Notice HowEver noticed how a minute can seem so long?Ever Notice How6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How it stands still when times are so wrong.
Ever noticed how a minute can go so fast?
In good times when you wish they would last.
Ever notice how dark the skies can really be?
On those nights when your feeling a little lonely.
Ever notice how bright the skies can seem?
When your not afraid to let yourself dream.
Ever notice how love can break your heart?
Moving in completely and ripping it apart.
Ever notice how love can also set you free?
Opening your eyes so you can see eternity.
Ever notice how time can stand still?
Haunting your mind and weakening your will.
Ever notice how time can pass right by?
Taking precious moments in a blink of an eye.
Ever notice how life can be so unfair?
Leaving pain and sorrows without even a care.
Ever notice how life can be so sweet?
Pieces coming together making us so complete.
Ever notice when you love someone to much?
Closer you try to get the further your out of touch.
Ever notice when you love someone