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...Because I was bored.I'm tired...Because I was bored.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I can't think of what to write!
Darnnit...
I take a swig of Mtn Dew
And try to think.
CRASH!
My stupid siblings are making a racket.
"SHADDUP!"
I call from my computer
"Maw-aw-awwm!" they whine.
I turn
To face my wretched enemy-
My blank screen
And my even blanker mind.
I can hear the cosmos laughing.
My mother,
Chides me and tells me to turn down
Emilie Autumn.
I turn up Adagio instead
And get an eyeroll.
Back to it!
To thinking what to write!
Geez...
I cannot think at all!
The laughing gets louder.
Wait!
Quickly I type
Some nonsense
And post in on DeviantArt,
And I did it all...
...Because I was
Stupid Computer.Sit down, relax, recoverStupid Computer.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time for me to use the computer.
I open Internet Explorer,
But somehow it won't work,
And my head is startin' to hurt.
Something tells me that things will get worse.
I open another browser,
But now I get a server error.
And my computer is burning me to a cinder.
X out, cool down, restart,
Maybe now I can get on DeviantArt,
Now that Firefox finally starts...
Com: Blood Raining NightI'll do multiple chapters at a time. This is a blind review/commentary on Blood Raining Night by ~Reicheru-Ketsueki. Before we get started, I'd like to mention I wish no harm towards this user. I only intend to humor people. And no, Eris is not helping me on this one. Reading "My Immortal" made her quit. This features chapters 1-3. My commentary is in italics and square brackets.Com: Blood Raining Night9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Chapter One - The First Rainy Night
The sky was blue out. Reicheru had just opened her golden eyes to the morning like she has for the past 17 years of her life. She grogily rubbed her hands on her eyelids and rolled over. She was staring Denmark in the face or as she calls him "Denny."
[So, I'm guessing this is a Hetalia fanfiction where the OC is paired with a canon character? Or maybe that creepy socially awkward kid from "The Room" tagged along!]
"Denny-Kuuuun," she spoke softly like floating butterflies on the breeze "good morn
Com: Blood Raining Night pt.2Com: Blood Raining Night pt.29 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This will be the review/commentary on chapters 4-10. But before I start, let's set up a game you can play while reading. For every redundant phrase, plot hole and misspelled word you notice, take a sip of whatever beverage you have. I strongly don't recommend alcohol, because something tells me that's going to get you buzzed in less than 15 minutes.
Chapter 4 - The Avatar of the Yakuza
[What? Another series is going to be brought into this? Oh hell no.]
"Huuuu-haa!" her black hair wiped around like a black wip. There was a feirce look of constetration on her face as fire and air came out of her hands.
Denmark took Reicheru over to her, "R
Like a SlothMr. Samberg, Thanks for coming to your performance review. No problem. So you're lazy around here, is that fair to say? Absolutely, I'm a sloth. Okay, so take us through a day in the life of a sloth. Well the first thing I do is...Like a Sloth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Late for work (Like a sloth)
Call in sick(Like a sloth)
Fall out of bed(Like a sloth)
Remember its Friday(Like a sloth)
Find a Poptart (Like a sloth)
On the floor(Like a sloth)
Eat it anyway(Like a sloth)
Play some videogames(Like a sloth)
Pwn noobs (Like a sloth)
Order pizza (Like a sloth)
Wait forever (Like a sloth)
No tip (Like a sloth)
Discover anchovies (Like a sloth)
Cry deeply (Like a sloth)
Complain to cat
How to Become PopularHow to Become Popular2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
How to become Popular on DeviantArt
-Find an already popular artist whose style you like and is easily identifiable within the deviantArt community.
-Copy their style to the best of your ability. If you are accused of tracing/copying, deny it and come up with a lame excuse. If it persists, delete your account and create a new account. Repeat from step 1.
-AND/OR cling to a popular artist and draw their characters as often as possible. Make sure they notice your artwork by spamming their profile with links to them.
-You may also draw nothing but fanart from popular animes. The weeaboos will eat these up like candy.
-If you're not "good" a
Wish for PrivacyI live behind a locked door,Wish for Privacy11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse—
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Kawaii Desu McNiggerKawaii Desu McNigger1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Harlem...
A land of gang violence. Blood. Rape. It was a dark, gritty place. Buildings were tilted, skies were dark. It was as if the skies were saturated and the color had a bias to darkness. Everything looked... smudged. Smudged with the darkness of a living, unloving apocalypse.
It was so very...
...Unkawaii...
But there was a legend. That thousands of years ago, when the human race was still in it's early stages. There was a hero. He helped make the world what it was. He spread kawaii throughout the universe. He had many names. His two most well known were "God" and "Captain Negro". He was a hero. He was gonna take pollution down to z
If I were human...If I were human...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young shinigami romed the streets of Death City. He usually got bored when Liz and Patty went grocery shopping. Today was the first day he actually got out of the house and did something, besides the missions he frequently goes on. It's been a slow week, though and no missions have been available. Kid sighed and kept walking at a steady pace as he entered a neighborhood he'd never been in. He didn't usually go in this part of the city, but there was a first time for everything.
As he made his way past small houses, he heard a band playing two houses ahead of him. In curiou
Beautiful Today, you are beautiful.Beautiful2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your parents tell you that you’re beautiful on every other day, too, but no one else ever does. The only time you matter to the world is at your shows. When you’re not beautiful, you’re nothing.
Today, though, you are shining. At least, you think you are, but you’re not feeling great. Your stomach hurts, just like it does before every pageant. Your dress is brand new, and you haven’t gotten used to the way it itches yet. You’re sure your wig is gorgeous, even though the hairspray smells bad.
Your teeth, though, are hurting the most. You know your flipper is a good one, but it doesn’t fit anymore.
The other girls are all beautiful too, crammed here in this
How to Speak like an HetalianHow to Speak like an Hetalian2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
67 Ways to Speak like you're from Hetalia!
1. End your sentences with "aru".
2. Say "Ve~" a lot.
3. Ask- no TELL people to "become one with Russia".
4. Option one for Introducing yourself: "I am Japan, a person who can sense the mood and who refrains from speaking".
5. Speak the noises that you make. (ex. when chewing food "chi chi chi chi", when staring "jiiiiii~ jiiiiii~ jiiiiii~")
6. Say "kolkolkolkolkolkol!"
7. Yell "PASTAAA~".
8. Option two for Introducing yourself: no matter what, say in a whispering voice "I'm Canada, you're owner".
9. Yell "I choose you, China"!
10. Yell "VODKAAA~"!
11. Say "I sound like a fag"!
12. Repeat
She is real..Voices, Personalities.She is real..1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somebody else, is inside this head.
I'm not crazy, right?
I can't let them get the best of me...
Her name..
It has a name?
It has a gender?
It's just my mind cracking.
It shouldn't exist
Right..?
She comforts me, whispering words in my mind.
She has come to exist,
Only for the sake of my sanity..
She wishes she could hold me,
But she only exists in my mind.
They tell me, that she is wrong.
I should overcome her,
that she is only repressed memories. Taking form
She will speak for me one day..
When the weight becomes too much..
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their
My VirginityWoe betide this beautiful, charming boyMy Virginity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying too hard to fill your heart with joy
Selfless deeds do still exist
But suspicious minds prefer you to be selfish
Take care though and consider with caution
Allowing me too close can lead to obsession
Regulate your responses in such a way
That I won't misinterpret the words you say
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
You are the branches, I am the leaves
Now I fall, I'm free
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
I have nothing left to declare
But my virginity
The light that shone, you're a glimpse of destiny
A photog
AbsintheThat sallow-cheeked girl told me that every nightAbsinthe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she hallucinated of sprites and pixies weaving between her eyes
and she giggled every time she did.
We shared an awkward silence before she dissolved into a fit
of laughter on my bedroom floor, but it's a harsh kind of laugh
and she strikes me as the type who knows she is not there
but strings pearl teeth and magenta lips onto a pole of her own
stacked identities.
Meanwhile, there's a boy sipping absinthe out of champagne flutes,
spilling it from lips like colanders onto the waiting floor.
He talks to paintings on the wall like they'll console him.
He tells a portrait of a woman in
The Artist and The ModelShe posed for the artist to paint herThe Artist and The Model1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sat so perfectly still
A tremble came across her body
That was way beyond her will
"For that, my dear" said the artist
"I'll paint your blue eyes shut
Forever you'll be cast into darkness
Before you return to dust"
The subject, the model, the lady
Laughed and was not so fussed
"You think you have such power, my dear
In the stroke of your brush?
Don't forget it is I, your subject
That brings beauty to your piece
Without me you would be nothing;
A lush drunk on self belief"
With that the artist grabbed his palette
Ferociously began to paint
Till fatigue encapsulated his bones
And he b
Writers BlockThere is a heart in a ribcageWriters Block9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a brain sitting in a skull
There is a history that is void
And potential which is null
Just puddles of inspiration
Where the vast ocean once sprayed
An endless tide of moonshine
Swelled upon my parchment page
There's a brain sitting in a skull
There is a heart in a ribcage
There is ink in my fountain pen
But still no words on my page
Just embers of inspiration
Where a great fire once roared
I'll stoke it with those memories
I've been afraid of and ignored
Fucking bee 012 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."After Words10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Why? You'll just break it again."
"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."
"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."
"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."
"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."
"Again, concrete and soul. "
"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."
"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But a
CARNAGENESIS 032 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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AMERICA X READER Hetalia StoryAMERICA X READER Hetalia Story1 year ago in Drama More Like This
It was a beautiful day in japamerica as you strolled gracefully down the street. Your flawlwess, beautiful, silky, flowing, radiant, magnificent locks glistened in the sun and your voluptious, fantastic, super bodacious bod was making all the men within a 91928 mile radius fap themselves dry as every single woman on the planet hated you for being so perfect and smart and amazingly amazing.
Some player hatin' hoe tossed a bomb at you but you just whipped that shit away with your totally rockin' tits and it flew back incinerating her and a nearby building wich you walked away from in slow motion, too cool and baller to even bother
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