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.
What is love?Love is undefinableWhat is love?2 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
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
A Writer's PurgatoryOnly sounds came out of the locked room at the end of the corridor -A Writer's Purgatory2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those of pen gliding across paper.
Inside, darkness, with the exception of a small, bleak desk light,
The writer leaned forward,
Putting everything down with mad haste.
Around him, the skeletons of his past laid, spread across the room -
Giving him inspiration while filling him with fear and madness.
At times he swore he could hear them speak,
After all, whenever he turned around, they were starring at him with a big smile on face.
Oh, how he had grown to enjoy that eeriness -
Smiling right on back.
Sometimes even starring at them for hours on end.
Telling them how he truly felt.
Of course, they willingly listened to his glorious speech filled with regret.
Never judging, staying silent until the end.
The graveyard silence was one of those gifts he could never receive any place, but in this room.
A solitude which was eternal and melancholic.
Melancholy that's exactly why he enjoyed it.
It had become somethin
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
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 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.
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.
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
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?"-
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
All I DidDays.All I Did2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many have gone by
And I've never stopped.
There were times when I was angry,
Days where I would be upset,
But I never stopped,
Not that I could.
Perhaps you knew you could get away with it,
A free slave,
A desperate soul.
Yet I never stopped.
I served you hand and foot
While you ripped me apart
From the inside out.
Like a dog.
And I never left.
Because of you
I'm incapable of love,
My emotions crippled,
Desensitized from what you did to me.
You turned me into a monster.
All I did for you,
And all I'll still do.
I never stopped,
All I did
Was love you.
HomeI wanted to escape.Home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I left for a little while.
I packed my bags,
as if it were nothing.
Slowly I was able to smile.
I knew where I was going.
There was somewhere I needed to be.
A new life was forming.
I was finding me.
At night I sat alone in the darkness.
My heart cried of sadness.
My soul felt used.
Something was missing.
It was you!
Your existence was a memory.
I saw you when I closed my eyes.
I didn't know I loved you until left.
Did you know you were missed?
I missed you a lot.
I missed your smile.
I missed your kiss.
Others thought I was joking about my feelings.
It was the truth inside.
So I wrote you a letter.
However, I could not write them,
such things cannot be said.
I missed your voice.
The phone lines were dead
Slowly I was dying.
My soul could no longer breathe.
Within moments I left all I had known.
My heart began to bleed.
I needed to find you.
Was leaving home the right thing to do?
Forever UnappreciatedForever unappreciated,Forever Unappreciated2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No matter how much I give.
No matter how much I devote.
No matter how much I say.
No matter how much I do.
No matter how much I support.
No matter how much I love.
No matter how much I provide.
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
Show your Creativity - CLOSEDcontest extended to 31 JanuaryShow your Creativity - CLOSED2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Our contest is still open
please you can still donate prizes, please send a note or write a comment in this journal.
deadline : 21 January
What you Have to do
show your creativity, using the stocks below
using at least two stocks in the list below
you can use other stocks in your entry
you should put in your entry the Thumb or the direct link of stocks below
140 by NastiaOsipovaStockBlue Silk Stock - Concept by Faestock by MariaAmandaTarmon Gai'don 49 by Elandria
the contest will be two categories (advanced and beginner)
will be judged especially for creativity for the using stocks
and techniques, harmony, and others
judges : :iconwhendell: :iconwesley-souza: :iconlunebleu: :icondanielledroeven:
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.
untitledi want to unfold your body and your souluntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to read your every thought like a novel in real time
to know what you really think of me
i crave the feeling of understanding your despondencies
and knowing the stem of your insecurities
as well as your discretion
i want to melt when i touch you
and creep through your skin
and occupy every crevice of your mind
until i am the only thing you think about
i long to be the marrow in your bones that keeps you from falling apart
or to be your spine
to always support you and keep you from collapsing
but still send shivers running through you
i wish to see the way you see
to appreciate the little things
to dream in the same shades of violet as you
and add to them a deep passionate red
i want to awaken your most precious memories
and relive the glory days with you
and somehow insert myself into the banks of your brain
and occupy the empty space forever
in short i want to know what it is that draws you to me
so that i may never let this quality withdraw
Two Themes Contest - CLOSEDclosedTwo Themes Contest - CLOSED2 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
next week we will announce the winners
these themes were the most voted in the pool
This contest will be different
you have two themes to choose, and make your entry,
yes, you can do two entry for each theme
but only one can win
Angels are celestial beings that inhabit the kingdom of heaven.
Fallen angels are those who, for some reason, had your wings ripped out by the Avenging Angels,
and were expelled into the earth.
The other side of a queen
I can be the queen that's inside of me
This is my chance to release
And be brave for you
I can be the queen you need me to be
This is my chance to be the dance
I've dreamed it's happening
I can be the queen
-piece of music -The Queen by Lady Gaga
deadline : April 6
Prizes received in advance
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