Must Be DreamingI picked randomly; Fate chose carefully.Must Be Dreaming2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
CrystallizeCrystallize1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Silence, so fragile, that the air vibrates like it’s about to shatter at any moment. The freezing palace walls stand staunchly-cold marble ice stretching up to the heavens, obediently holding the ceiling to their will. An intricate frosted chandelier hangs down from the reflective refracting dome, which is painted with elegant winter flake designs and arches over the air unbelievably. Nothing is heard through the colorless walls; yet the silence itself is deafening to the ears.
Something breaks through the unbearable silence, as if someone had punched through a mirror with their fist. But the sound is only a light crack, no more than a silver tinkle across ice. Soft clicks resound across the slippery tiles that make up the lightly frosted floor, reverberating through the midnight blue swirls of snow. A girl-no, more of a young lady-paces back and forth through the icicle encrusted main hall. Her snow white hair wav
Quase Uma Carta de AmorQuase Uma Carta de Amor3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Agarra-me. Solta-me. Nunca me deixes.
Abraça-me. Não me toques. Não te afastes.
Faz-me rir. Cala-te.
Aproxima-te. Não quero saber de ti.
Sussurra-me ao ouvido. Não te posso já ouvir.
És especial. Seu estúpido. Idiota.
Diz que me adoras. Baixinho. Para ninguém ouvir.
Não te apegues muito. Mas não te atrevas a esquecer-me.
Segura a minha mão. E deixa-te estar apenas ao meu lado.
Não me leves a mal. Nem muito a sério.
Mas nunca duvides de mim. Nunca.
Deixa-me descansar no teu ombro.
Dorme comigo. Para adormecer com a tua respiração no meu pescoço.
Mas nunca te apaixones por mim. Somos demasiado quase perfeitos assim.
What It TookHe sat hunched over in the hard plastic chair, covering his face with his hands. The hurried footsteps of doctors and nurses on the other side of the door and the indistinct voices over the PA system created a counterpoint to his racing heart. The fear hadn't abated since Gyldensted had fired that shot yesterday morning.What It Took3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Remarkable, really, how focused he'd been through the fear focused enough to take out Gyldensted and four of his men and get 250 out of there alive. Alive oh God They'd rushed 250 into surgery as soon they'd arrived at the hospital the medical team had been waiting, of course the Boss had alerted them but that felt like an eternity ago, and no one was telling him anything.
He stood and started pacing the quiet hall where they'd told him to wait. He had no idea what the Boss had said so the medical staff would let him stay, but he was grateful for it. It was better to feel helpless and terrified here, where he'd hear right away if anyth
BelovedBeloved:Beloved2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Audreydear girl i sit by in englishAudrey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is for you.
this is for you because you are
the dreamer of impossible dreams, and the
doer of improbable things.
this is for you, because
you balance on two legs when your life
is spinning out of control
and poetry will always confuse you.
you love fudge brownies like you love
every single guy you like.
for so long, the only thing i knew about you
was the fact that you liked reptiles in second grade.
this is for you, because
you walk around swim meets without pants
and brush your hair in the bathroom before lunch.
you're a mess of contradictions and the most
securest insecure person i have ever met.
this is for you because
i still feel guilty about the reptile thing and
you once begged me to use the line,
"you played fruit ninja with my heart" in a love poem.
this is for you because
you told me in third grade that
grace, everyone has the thing they're best at—
ady's the artist, you're the writer, mili's the smartest.
what am i? what's my niche?
Story Sneak PeakStory Sneak Peak2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can hear him again, my father. He’s yelling. He beats us; my two brothers and I. Ever since mother left the beatings have gotten worse. I still don’t know the exact reason why she left, probably just couldn’t take him anymore.
I’m sitting on the floor of my room. Well, actually I should say our room: I share it with my brothers. I’m staring out the window, trying to ignore it. But it’s hard to. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but he’s angry again; it’s probably over something small.
I guess we’re lucky that we’re demons and not humans; demons have better endurance and can heal faster after all. But it still hurts. I shouldn’t worry too much, it’ll be over soon and my brother should be alright; we always are. Or at least we don’t end up in critical condition.
No, this time something seems different. He seems more angry, probably drunk or something, but it’s worse. I hear something shatter, p
True FriendYou you can't be real.True Friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one has stuck by me for so long.
There is no way you are physically here!
Go away! Please! Stop messing with my mind!
I know you're not really here I know
I know! When I open my eyes, you'll be gone just like the rest!
But I open them and you're still here,
smiling, and offering me a hand up.
"I'm here for you," you say.
The tears form in my stormy eyes
and roll down my dirty cheeks.
Is it really you??
Just to be sure, I stretch my hand out,
expecting you to crumble when my hand meets yours.
But no you're not fading away
You're really here!
Your firm grip it's proof!
You really are standing before me as a true friend
ChimeraOn midsummer's morning a boy found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a lioness.Chimera7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She spewed fire into the sky, and said: “Child, be ever proud: be ever regal: fear not the fire, but wield it as your own. You shall find strength, and all barriers shall fall before you.”
Awed, and frightened, the boy carved her words into his heart.
On midsummer's midday a man found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a serpent.
She spewed fire into the earth, and said: “King, you have forgotten yourself. You have forgotten your people. Too long have your eyes gazed heavenwards: frail is your might, and brittle: you must bring yourself back to the earth.”
These words he heard; but he forgot them.
On midsummer's evening a beggar found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a goat.
She spewed fire into his eyes, and said: “O Graybeard, you have fallen far. All your fancies have led to failure, and the fury of your heart
Nobody's PerfectShe's not a perfect girlNobody's Perfect8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But she never pretended to be
She's not a size 0 blonde
With perfect complexion
But she never wanted to be
She's not the most popular
The prettiest or smartest
The best dressed
Or the skinniest
But she never asked to be
She doesn't always get things right
She sometimes chooses wrong
Sometimes you offer your opinion
But she never asked for it
She follows her heart
And she follows her dreams
She might not always get what she wants
But she always tries to suceed
WorldsStep through the mirror,Worlds4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The glass is tinted just right.
Find a new world of flowers and sun,
Don't drink another sip,
you look just fine.
Step through the mirror,
It's a brave new world on the other side.
But, don't be mistaken, that world isn't perfect,
its full of death and disgrace just like ours.
Step through the color,
Go from black and white to a new spectrum.
The way out is easy enough,
but you'll need to take the journey first.
Step through the color,
It's a place of good and evil, and a God in disguise.
Time feels endless, a shock to see the pariah and it's quake,
Rain brings her to a swollen grave.
Mystical lands of never ending time,
with no one to really ever name a new hero
a place with heart warming friends,
that you must always leave,
but never forget.
Alone...You feel confusedAlone...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You feel alone
You try to reach them
But no one is home
Where are they now?
Where have they gone?
They say they're out
But the lights are on
Two by two
Four by four
When they numbers are odd
Whose shown the door?
Carnival - A PewDieCry Oneshot“C’mon! Let’s do the ring toss next!” Pewdie said, grabbing Cry’s hand and dragging him along. Cry let out a small “okay” followed by a chuckle, putting up no fight to being dragged around like a doll.Carnival - A PewDieCry Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today, Cry had gone with Pewdie to a little carnival not too far away from where they lived. It had been a pretty boring week, and he felt like they could do something fun to pass the day away. Besides, it was leaving in the next day or two, anyways.
So, Cry drove them there, and immediately, they had started right off with the rides that were a little crazy, any ride that was fast. By the time they had ridden all of those, it had begun to get dark out. They stopped to get a little bit of food, and then went on some simple, fun rides. Now, all they had left were the little games that were scattered around the carnival grounds.
And here they were- finally at the ring toss. Cry smiled to the lady who was in charge of the little game. S
on wanting to be thinnerthe world is in the palmon wanting to be thinner2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of my hand when I
wake up next
to your cream-white skin
and bones - they’re
both the same color now
and I don’t know
whether to be proud or
that in spite of the past
biting and writhing its
limping way back to you,
you’re still in my bed,
breathing and more
and though you could be smiling
you’re still holding your
it’s still there.
you’re still here.
the sky maps itself in the irises
of your muddy eyes when I
find you talking about
licking dreams and dust off
an acceptance letter to
you told me that only
in the crevasses
of an ill-tempered blackhole’s eyes
would you find enough
end yourself without
ending the world.
but you would end me,
you did end me the day
you told me your body was
not a temple - mine or yours -
and that no purge
would be bloody
enough to make you stop
corpses from your very lips.
the heart of the Sandman rests
between your beate
Fairy TalesI don't believe in FairytalesFairy Tales7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Knights on their steads
Only exist in my dreams
Gorgeous Prince Charming
With a smile so disarming
Is a figment of our imagination
True Love's first kiss
Is just a wish
Happily Ever After
In a life without laughter
Because Fairy Tale Stories just aren't true
But somehow I'm still falling for you...
Zhuns personal art tips 9Zhuns personal art tips 93 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I troll DA often and I come across alot of people who really crave some good art direction for themselves. Alot of people just don't know what to do or how to discipline themselves to improve their artwork/art journey. I remember when I was new to DA and at the same time new to taking artwork seriously (art school and such) that I was at a total loss at what I was doing. I had no direction, nobody would offer any advice and worse yet I was way too inexperienced to figure out that I had to ask for help. I didn't know about getting help lol. So, I was wondering around aimlessly for years.....yes, YEARS! I know at least one of you can vouch for that, as you followed me along my art journey.
So, with that said, I also don't notice any of these floating around DA. This isn't a guide to getting popular. If you're here to be popular, chances are it wont happen (because thats how karma rolls), or you'll achieve it but it will come with great sadness (drama)
1. How to draw wolves, or
JittersMARTYJitters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ok. This mess is called Jitters.
Teacher gave me a one-word name
On the first day of the third grade.
She labeled me with my condition
And so sparked a life-long tradition
Of insecurity and anxiety, cyclical
Critical hits dealt to my clinical tics
By cynical pricks so I set adrift
Across a rift between me and every other fucking kid I ever dared not encounter, fearing the ridicule they would pursue.
A few years later we went to the zoo.
A tarantula, gargantuan, yet trying to hide
from our view in a viewing tank
With sandy banks and small cacti
Yet we could not avert our childish eyes.
“True,” said teacher,
“You’re probably less afraid of her
than she is of you.”
Classmates nonetheless crinkled noses and said ew.
But meekly I whispered, “I’m just like you.”
Wish I were as sneaky, lord knows I’m as creepy,
people think I’m freaky, but I’m just like you.
Dad got me a baby tarantula that year.
I gave him the sam
Open WoundsOpen Wounds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone
KelseySo take one word, you saidKelsey7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You put it in your bed
You rest your tiny
head on your pillow
It was Kelsey's birthday, and I had no clue still what to get her. Kels and I had been dating for weeks but still I had no clue what to get her that would mean alot. Being her boyfriend I knew I had to get something very very special. Plus I wanted to show her I cared. Hell, i'd go as far as to say love.
You wonder where you're going next
You've got your head
pushed to my chest
And now you're hoping
That someone will let you in
But, there was one thing about Kelsey she still wasn't sure of our relationship. I could tell. Every kiss, well after every kiss she'd sorta change the ambiance of conversation to something more....not so intimate. It was as if she was scared. Or more so thinking I haven't really let her in yet, if you get what I mean.
well, I'm sure I'll let you in
You know I'll let you in
Oh Kelsey, you
Walking into th
It's Just A DareI dare youIt's Just A Dare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To tell me to be something I'm not
Go on, say it
Tell me to hide the truth
From all of those I love
I dare you
To tell me to grow up
Go on, say it
Tell me I'm childish
Because you're so much more mature than me
I dare you
To tell me who I can and cannot love
Go on, say it
Tell me that loving certain people is wrong
Because your way of thinking is so right
I dare you
To tell me I'm not normal
Go on, say it
Tell me that I'm different
Even though you and I are both humans
You could do all of that
In a heartbeat if you wanted to
But here's a real challenge:
I dare you
To accept everyone for who they are
Not for who you want them to be
And to leave your judging gavel
At home for once
DamnationI watched him across the kitchen table as he poured himself another shot of amber punishment. I’d been here the entire night, yet time seemed not to exist. It had grown blurred, fuzzy. As it always did.Damnation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was this his third drink of the night? Or his fourth? And when did he start drinking it without Coke?
The Ether delivered my answer with an unamused directness that chilled me to my core...
Two years, seven months and twenty-nine days...
Had it really been that long since we started this morbid peep show of ours? Since I’d been forced to watch him destroy himself glass by wretched glass?
The thought crossed my mind that I had been the one who put him here, but I pushed it aside. He was still breathing. He was the reason why I wasn’t.
Yet, here I was. Watching him. Again.
That was something I could never push aside, nor break free of.
I know because I’ve tried.
He knocked back the rum without as much as a grimace to chase it down. The cowboy boot shaped gla