admittance is salvationYou were always beautiful.admittance is salvation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your smattering of freckles
and the deepest green eyes.
A crowd was always attached to your hip,
a voice constant in your ear.
You were never more alone.
You remember the feeling of
the room spinning that night
and the outline of that guy.
(You thought you loved him.)
You had never felt more hate.
And you're afraid because
every time you feel that rush of anger,
that blinding surge, you bottle it.
You've never been more shaken up.
Then one day, at the junction
of hot rage and face down in the bathtub,
You admit to yourself that
you have failed to be real.
You've never been more transparent.
All the lies, the dirty smiles, the dishonorable
intentions come pouring out of you
in waves of tears and poetry.
Through exhaustion, your hazy eyes
pierce the heavens with force and intent.
You were never a quitter.
Each small molehill becomes
a mountain as you conquer it,
stepping stones to more than
shades of grey.
You can always be more colorful.
Remarkable, it se
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
Sharpen Your PencilSharpen your pencilSharpen Your Pencil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dip your pen in the well
Show the world your vision
Through the story you tell
There's no right or wrong
So don't listen to critique
Your story alone is enough
So beautifully unique
And only you can tell it
Your version of events
Write it, sing it, paint it
Release, express and vent
Sharpen your pencil
Dip your pen in the well
And with your own wise words
Those ghosts you will repel
Please be true to yourself
No embellishment required
Every inferno was once
But a flicker of fire
So fan those fiery flames
And refuse to walk in line
As experience will grow
Through the passage of time
ExpectationsThe pressure keeps me going,Expectations3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet holds me back.
The thought isn't comforting
It feels like an attack.
The sort that keeps me up at night;
Why my fingernails are short.
Like a dark and looming blight;
A disheartening exhort.
Better, better, better!
The expectation is quite blunt.
Never, never, never...
Exactly what they want.
I'm not the person I want to be,
Due to expectations.
Under the eyes that never see
My pain is their creation.
Pamietnik HunteraPamietnik Huntera2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Po wyginięciu ludzi planetę ogarnęły wilki i wilko podobne. Zastąpiły ludzi, ale wcale nie były od nich lepsze. Praktycznie nic się nie zmieniło oprócz tego, że na świecie zaczęły rządzić wilki i nikt nie musiał ukrywać swej postaci anthro i umiejętności mówienia.
Moja historia rozpoczęła się 16 lat temu na obrzeżach Polskiego miasta Gdańsk. Mieszkałem wraz z moją matką i matką mojego przyjaciela Severa. Nasi ojcowie opuścili je gdy się urodziliśmy. Sądzili, że nie są gotowi na ojcostwo. Również uważam, że nie byli skoro zostawili nas samych. No cóż. Ojciec Severa niedługo potem zginął w wypadku samochodowym. Oj. Dowiedziałem się tego gdy podsłuchiwałem rozmowę mojej matki.
Gdy skończyliśmy z Severem 5 lat w naszym rodzinnym mie
It Gets BetterListen,It Gets Better1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every year starts and ends with winter
There's nothing you can do about that
I know it's frustrating
To step out of your house
And see the path you just paved
Covered in snow
But please, be patient
Because the more snow you pile up,
The greener your grass will be
In the spring
hey world,why aren't you beautiful?hey world,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realised today
that i am
hanging open at the edges, like a sentence
without an end
today, sitting on the bus,
i kept on telling myself:
but it wasn't.</b>
and i can't pretend anymore.
barbed metal, flung gravel.
i keep on getting hit.
you have summer skies, winter seas,
black and starry nights.
and perfect grains of sand.
but why are you
so difficult to live in?
i am an artist.I may not have the best skills,i am an artist.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be the most well known,
I may not have the most expensive materials
I am an artist.
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,Open Heart Surgery2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and make it your own."
The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was goneThe Little Girl Blinked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
How To Survive In A Horror Movie1. First of all, common sense is a good thing to have. If you're in the middle of the woods and you hear someone calling your name from a creepy abandoned house, don't go in. Run as fast as you can in the way you came from. If you see someone you thought was dead, it will not be them. If there is a killer in your house, get the hell out of there. Don't run around locking doors. Don't run upstairs.How To Survive In A Horror Movie2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. If you find yourself alone, in a haunted house, abandoned warehouse or some other creepy place, at midnight, think about why you're actually there, and then leave.
3. If you think you'll be getting into a fight with a murderer or supernatural being, don't use a tiny slingshot, a pen knife or a baseball bat. Take an actual gun, and make sure you have bullets in it.
4. If a certain town seems to be where everything is going wrong, get the hell out of there. Don't bring your family or friends. They're probably all possessed or working for the killer.
5. Holy water probably won't injure anyone
Hey Now, PrincessHey now, PrincessHey Now, Princess3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why do you always worry?
Rest on my shoulder
You don't need to hurry
Hey now, Baby
No need to cry
You want the truth
Not a lie
Hey now, Sweetheart
I know how it hurts
They want you to change
But you don't gotta convert
Hey now, Honey
Your bruises are showing
But when the going gets tough
The tough get going
Hey now, Princess
I'm cut up too
I've been here all this time
Fighting just for you.
Pocky_Warning: Light yaoi Leonardo was, once again, sitting in his workshop doing anything except completing his overdue paintings. He had a cup of this thing Ezio had told him about called Coffee. At first it was bitter and rather unpleasant, but Ezio had suggested adding a bit of cream and some sugar. After that the hot beverage was delicious. So he was sitting at his desk, drinking coffee, avoiding working in anyway but he was also waiting. Waiting for Ezio to visit like he said he would, bringing along another codex and a bit of alone time. Only, Ezio was already a few days late and Leonardo was starting to worry. He bit down on his thumb in anticipation when he heard a familliar knock on the door.Pocky_Warning: Light yaoi5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
With a jolt Leonardo stood, forgetting about the hot drink in his hand. He was swearing loudly and sucking his finger when Ezio walked through the door excitedly stammering about some new food he'd found out about. "Leonardo
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
GuardianGuardian2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Walking. A noise. I turn. Nothing.
Nothing behind me. I walk again, then look down. A shadow, of a tall tall man, and tenticle like shadows behind him. He puts a hand on my shoulder, his mouth parting into a gooey demise of teeth. He won't hurt me. He's always there. No one believes me when I talk about him. A tall man, very tall, with no face. I never hear him, but he's here. When I walk in my neighborhood. It's dark and gloomy, storm clouds coming and the kids all inside, fearing the storm. The woods blow with eerie winds. They say something lives there, so old and so ancient. I walk alone, sometimes slow on my road. I look at the grey skies, and the dark forest. I feel someone behind me. I turn. Nothing there.
But there is something.
He's there. The Man.
He watches me, over me. He's my guardian in the Dark.
He looks harmful, and silent, and very mysterious.
People don't understand him. I understand.
He's lonely, always rejected, always regarded as weird, and not to be trusted.
FinlandFinland woke up kinda late this morning and he already felt like destroying the world. Last nights paperwork was filling the small desk he had and covered his precious laptop.Finland2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stared at the window and narrowed his eyes at the bird outside. It sat on a branch directly outside the window.
"Don't you fucking dare" Finland thought venomously. The bird however, didn't give a fuck about the Finns condition. It started to sing. Or screech if anyone asked Finland. No one did.
Finland glared at the bird. "Shut up", he hissed. He could feel his temper rising and the fume who was already cut short because of paperwork early in the morning hours was lit.
"Fuuuuuck", he hissed louder. His efforts seemed to be in vain, as the bird happily continued it's noise.
The small Finn rolled out of bed and ripped open his weapon cabinet and out he pulled a rifle. The window was kicked out with brutal strength and he took his aim as the bird tried to get away.
"FUCKING BIRD!!" Finland yelled as t
The DevilThe Devil triesThe Devil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tries his lies
In a whole new medium
And therefore defies
Everything in his path
The Devil is not a man
Not a man
But a mindset
The almighty ploy
The stepping stones
To a new reality
A new form of thinking
A new way of life
Until He gets you
Until he drags you down
Until your thoughts are nothing but
Nothing but darkness
Yes, that is how he gets you
Will you see the light
The light of happiness
He has taken you
Deformed your life
You are now together.
Until death do you part.
ImmediateImmediateImmediate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Collections of neural signals
Of undisclosed reality
Fragmented instances of time
Absorbed and propagated
Events drip like blood
Carriers of life and death
So pointless in their beauty
Their frequency numbs
State of unbounded awareness
Fade into raw existence
Society.Society is the cruelest of people.Society.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She praises those who are familiar with her sisters, wealth and fame.
But she puts down those who are close to her brothers, Shame and poverty.
She makes the brave and strong into the poor and lame with her silver tongue.
Her laugh hurts the souls of what she calls "Lower class." as she laughs with her favored "Upper class".
Her smile startles the lower class, they ask "Why must you look at me so?" And she sarcastically replies "No reason."
She is a tyrant in a easily manipulated world, who can only be stopped by her elders, war and death.
TearsEvery time I want to cry,Tears4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I force back the tears with all my might.
I won't let one drop no matter how much it hurts,
even when the pain inside is unbearable.
I feel cold and my heart feels frozen,
as if I was lying in snow.
When the time comes when I am finally alone,
the tears will not be shed.
The tears cannot be shed,
no matter how much I want them to.
Html codes and Visual Poetry A lot of great writers on dA don't know how to use html codes, which is a real shame, because these codes can really be used to bring out a writer's words. This tutorial will go through several basic codes, good places to use them in your writing, along with spacing and other aspects of visual poetry & writing.Html codes and Visual Poetry4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If you haven't noticed, when you open an "Add text" devation, there's a list of HTML codes at the bottom. Most of them look like this . A lot of these match up with the names used for them in Microsoft Word documents, so they should be easy to use. So, let's start off with the basics!
1. Italics <i>
</i>is simply, italics. Got it? Put the i inside the s. See, it's easy! To end any Html code, one puts a slash before the letter i, </i>. Now, for the Visual impact of italics.
Emphasis and Motion
Which means that a good place to use i
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.