Intricately-Ordinary Finished My Poem Commission!Poop In My Belly Button
i am so empty, fill me up
with everything you have to offer:
the degenerations of a dying soul,
the waste of a like-minded
meanderer; you know me, and as
the room spins, your eyes are
alive. make me whole in
my hollowest of holes,
hallowed be the man who can
turn me to the filth I seem and
who enjoys it all the same,
participating in this Filet-o-Fish
masquerade of sentiment and
supplicants; sacraments undignified--
make me feel alive
with your feces.
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he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.he cried because no one cried for him1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny
Big Contest(Win 1 Year PM)CLOSEDCLOSEDBig Contest(Win 1 Year PM)CLOSED3 years ago in Personal Journal More Like This
What honestly humbles me the most when it comes to dA, is that even when I am doing absolutely nothing, and seldom comment on your stuff lately (It's not due to me being uninterested, I just have become super busy lately, and I need to adjust my classwork/dA work) I still average at least 50 pageviews a day. I think that is lovely. While I don't look at pageviews when it comes to popularity, it's nice that my inactivity has made it so I am not forgotten.
So to show my appreciation, I would really like to kick my first year off on dA with a BANG. And that is with what? Making my own contest, with what as a grand prize? A One-Year Premium Membership
o1. Favorite this journal
o2. Advertise this contest in your groups, journal, etc.
o3. When you have your entry ready (you can make a new one or use an old one), please leave it in the comments so I can favorite it into the judging folder.
ALL ART IS ACCEPTED
- No word limi
Eat The Sun"Mama, can you eat the sun?" eight-year-old Hunter said in between his sloppy chewing of his sugary, morning breakfast cereal.Eat The Sun2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His mother, a tired woman with heavy, dark circles under her eyes, sighed and gave a tired and sad smile.
"Of course not, Hunter. That's impossible. It's so far away, honey." she tried to reason.
"And it would be really hot, wouldn't it?" he spat out bits of half-chewed cereal.
"Yes. Something so far away has to be really hot to keep us warm."
Hunter nodded. It made perfect sense, but that didn't stop him from being curious to the sun's taste.
"I bet it'll taste like soup fresh off the stove when I don't blow it cold." he tried to explain as his mother cleared the kitchen table of their breakfast.
"I don't know, baby. I never tried to eat the sun. When you get home maybe we can bake some sun cookies and you can eat those." his mother yawned. "Grandma will help."
Hunter grinned. He was happy that his mother was finally back to normal. Days of crying and sleeping
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov Twins2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
CONTEST Protector+Nightmare,RevisitedOh wait! Don't go! Wait! Wait for me!CONTEST Protector+Nightmare,Revisited2 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Oh good! I caught you! I need to make sure you guys see this!
Well! I've decided that I'm going to do another contest! My second one. I had so much fun with my previous contest that I've been thinking so much about it to see what I can do! And I think I've finally decided on something.
This is going to be a contest with a very large time limit, but with nice prizes! There are two contests that you can participate in, with two separate prompts.
PROMPT ONE: THE PROTECTOR
There’s nothing more comforting knowing that there is someone that would lay down their lives to protect you, your rights, emotions, and feelings. A mother will protect her child, a soldier would protect his country, and a political hero would lay down their life to ensure citizens are guaranteed their human rights. Protectors are not necessarily literal, physical beings, but in times are often spiritual, religious, and
TimeTimeTime1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is upon us,
to an audience of
and continued on our
on deaf ears.
Time stepped out,
cigarette in shaking
half closed in
stood out near his
mouth, grim lines
near his gray
eyes, grim lines,
what could be hidden
I have to wonder
how many times he's
to kill him.
I bet Death tells him
Then I start to wonder
why he still
hasn't done it.
Time is just
and how heavy
that must be.
gives me a wave.
has a watch
on his left wrist.
the only time he
is when he looks at it
this thing keeps time
better than I do."
Watcher Feature! READ THIS AND FIND YOURS!I would like to show my appreciation to my wonderful watchers by making a feature of my favorite works from them.Watcher Feature! READ THIS AND FIND YOURS!3 years ago in Personal More Like This
This is going to be a big journal! Please this journal to show some love! And if you like the deviations, please go and check out these amazing deviants!!
I was going to do it when I made it to 70, but you guys do not deserve to wait!
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If You Don't Mind, Please Walk Around.I never made a claim that I was special, and I never tried to falsify how utterly unoriginal or plain I was. I never worked hard for anything, barely pushing through life with a gas tank of regular contentment. Sure, I wished for the finer things or fanciful fantasies, but I would never try to perpetrate that I deserved such things. I never tried hard enough, or at all. And that was okay. My life was unexciting, bland like the saltine crackers I used to satiate myself. I scooted through school and work with a mediocre life. Maybe it was because of this I was pitied, and when a mysterious stranger approached me I figured this was another way of invisible forces trying to force something out of me.If You Don't Mind, Please Walk Around.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat, hunched like a competitive chess player, and he picked his fingers like he was trying to pluck me from my seat, where I sat waiting patiently for the bus to come pick me up from the stop and return me home. I couldn’t help but move away, like a child about to receive a smack, whe
Strangely BeautifulEven the city knowsStrangely Beautiful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that the leaves are changing (us);
and all it took
were endless snowflake kisses.
If I should forget
our lost memories between the sofa cushions,
then we are the real monsters
fishing for stars with our head in the clouds.
These tendencies show me your human ascension--
because we've never been experts on anything else.
III."I don't get it, why not just buy a new one," Beatrice said plainly as she sipped the coffee that I provided for her. She sat next to me while I continued working on my clock.III.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She obviously knew nothing of sentimentality, so I wouldn't bother explaining it to a degenerate like her. As she moved to sit on my couch, she removed her run stockings. I looked at her pale legs, those thin calves flexing as she pointed her toes.
I could see her looking at me, like she wanted me to look, so I shook my head and went back to work.
We sat in silence, together in the room but separate in proximity. I heard her slurp her coffee like a child would play with milk. I wanted to scold her, to snatch it up and tell her to leave. But like an obnoxious brat, she increased the volume of her drinking. Like she knew it annoyed me.
"Did Kirkpatrick's kids teach you that?" I said under my breath.
"Hm, what did you say?" she responded.
Beatrice watched me while I wound the clock, and when it refused to
Chesslet's play a game of chess.Chess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the pawns,
movements to take
time i speak
by crafty pawns.
to anticipate all your
you got me in checkmate.
I.If you could summarize the Butterfly Pavilion in one word, you could only say it was simply "different". It was no ordinary club, with its seductive music and overpriced drinks, but you also couldn't call it a brothel; no, the ladies here had too much pride for themselves.I.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I do odd jobs around the place, but for the most part I'm a stagehand. I pull open the curtains, tell the girls when it is their time to perform--and if I must, I stand guard as clients have their way with the ladies. It gives me some extra money now and then. The owner of the club was Bobby Kirkpatrick, not someone you woud want looking at your daughter let alone parading her around like some hyper-sexualized Pope. He was a dirty old man who pays well, drinks hard, and sleeps around even harder. I don't see how, with his crooked teeth and greasy moustache, but he always has a woman or two on his arm--usually sharing a smoke or three. There had recently for the past few weeks always been one consistent girl with him,
WATCHer Feature! Find Yours!Hello, sweethearts! CelestialMemories, here!WATCHer Feature! Find Yours!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I would first like to sincerely apologize about my lack of activity on dA, life is stressful. But I'm going to keep working, and working, to ensure that you guys all have a successful bit on dA with all of the critiques and comments and messages I can answer! I've been selfish, so let's fix that, with first, a WATCHer, feature!
So I have hit 134 WATCHers! And I know someone could easily just collect some icons and deviations and post them here, but I want to do something different!
I will be featuring all of the icons of the deviants, and in alphabetical order to your name given on your profile you can find a deviation of yours which has been featured! Please favorite this journal and show some love to the deviants who were so kind enough to WATCH me!
NOTE: A few deviants will have special messages they will need to see, scroll down to see if your name is listed and click on the link given to find your message.
My beautiful WATCH
living (with friends).There lies that heavy sensation,living (with friends).1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that perfect appreciation
of the universe in your eyes
when you realize that you are alive.
But living is not just a state
it is the control of your fate.
Your world is open and so wide
when you realize that you are alive.
There's often beauty in your words
The sky's the limit? Absurd.
The sky's just there for you to shine
when you know that you are alive.
Lovely truths exist in your ribcage,
true as the moon's changing phase.
It's that feeling of inner pride
when you know that you are alive.
There's endless gratification,
that perfect appreciation.
Because, with you, there's endless time
when you know that you are alive.
IntroAs I sipped the cool glass of water that rested in my hand, I sighed at the somber silence that lingered in Martin Tenderson's drab bar where once the excitable and sensual Beatrice Moreau danced and sang in her drunken stupor. Martin still kept that phone that she broke when she slipped and dragged it from the table to the floor; Beatrice had promised to replace it, so this was possibly Martin's way of believing she would return. It was a pathetic gesture, but a widower like him would always hold onto things he loved--old age never broke that resolve.Intro3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And although I never said anything, I'm sure he knew how grateful I was of him keeping this hope, for the both of us. I wouldn't tell him, but I was waiting for something from Beatrice as well.
"Seems like only yesterday she was dancing on my bar," Martin said musingly, stroking his beard that was slowly graying with age.
I couldn't help but laugh, a pathetic thought honestly.
Pathetic for the both of us.
"You'd give anything to grab her
paper planesif i couldpaper planes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fold you up,
so you could
ears in the
shape of a
conch to hear
the sea of
eyes to your
feet, so that
the world above
is big and endless.
i will put
it on your
release you to
and let you
DeviantART Compliments #129RikkiArosa,DeviantART Compliments #1299 months ago in Personal Journal More Like This
You are a fantastic person. I'm sorry to hear that your father passed away & I wish you all the happiness right now.
WintersRead, thank you so much for your friendship, time and energy. You are absolutely fantastic! I'll never forget the things you've done for me
We met fairly recently, but I just wanted to say that you're a really sweet person and your words always encourage me to improve and do better. Thanks for being so awesome, and have an absolutely wonderful day.
This full of awesomness here AmonKillian is my bestest, oc-fangirl buddy. I never knew we will be friends but hey, nothing is impossible. So yeah, sup maaan...Ruru is missing Okkun right now. Where have you been for the last 2 days? xDD He missed eating from Okkun's hand pffft.
Keep being awesome and thank you for being kind to me ;u; <333
you are an exceptional conlanger! I love your conlangs. qwertyuiop has to be favourite, ev
mermaid's lamentShe had the tongue to joke like the dolphins and to sing with the whales, but it is not the same as feeling sand through your toes or running along the landscapes like she witnesses while gazing from the rocks.mermaid's lament3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I want to have legs, like them." she would lament while combing seaweed from her hair and lounging among the reefs.
"But it is too dangerous, my daughter. Wouldn't you rather search for pearls and ride the currents?"
The insatiable desire for legs drove her to go further and further to the shore, where she could hear children laughing and musical instruments serenading the heavens.
"I want to have legs, and dance to the music played on the beaches, to pluck the strings of a harp to worship Mother Earth."
"You can twirl in the whirlpools, my lovely child, and sit along the waves to sing the songs of the whales."
Every evening, she rendezvoused with a young sailor. He brought her diamonds and told her secrets of the earth and sky. They kissed each night, but she must always leave
Some Pig"How would you say your face is feeling post-operation, X? Do you feel any swelling or discomfort?" Doctor Lane droned on as he scribbled on his discolored clipboard. X hadn't ever remembered seeing it in a newer state before but knowing the doc it was probably brand new and brand name where ever he bought it.Some Pig1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No pain or discomfort," X began as his rough hands traced over his scoured face. After ten sessions of three hour peels, X could say he successfully eradicated his face. Several acid peels and a very extensive surgery to remove his nose and sand down his once well-defined chin and jawline left the young man with an empty block of valuable facial real estate. The surgeries were very expensive but after consulting the government, he could claim this surgery as "work-related expenses". He was but eyes and holes where a nose once resided and a cavern that used to be surrounded by lips. His pale skin speckled in interlaced hyperpigmentation was the least of his concern.
With Hands Meant For Holding.Even with our fingers wovenWith Hands Meant For Holding.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watched you slip away,
and in that juncture I realized
our hearts stopped beating in the tune
of the meager melody I was composing in my head.
I had often found myself lurking
around vinegar-scented memories until
I stumbled, inebriated by the bitter
essence that slipped through my mucous
membranes and straight to my brain.
Because death passed through me,
and left the remains of a
child too afraid of the dark, but
afraid of the light even more.
So by instinct I took your hand,
and looked up to you for my
protection, and those fingers--
extensive and encouraging--enveloped
me into a cage that only you could open.
Maybe it was irrational, to expect you
to be two people: mine and theirs,
but maybe it was just a thought to hold:
the sentiment that your essence really was eternal.
And the moment our metronomes
ceased beating, and it was prominent
that I could not split you in half;
not that I desired half--your arms
were all I needed around me.
Our woven finge
V.Running errands in this city is like trying to shop in an out-of-business store--you'll never get anything done if you stay inside, so you need to go somewhere else to get what you need. So to get what I need, I took a taxi to the neighboring few blocks.V.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First I took the envelope of funds to wire money to one of Kirkpatrick's children: a sweet little girl in Boston who loved ballet as much as Kirkpatrick loved her mother. But the two could never be, she wanted monogamy and he wanted variety.
I wrote on behalf of my boss a little letter to his daughter, giving false promises about attending her recital or sending her a puppy. Shame that I am the one to be her father.
After wiring the money, I hurried to a pay phone to call The Butterfly Pavilion and check on Beatrice. It had been over half an hour on my watch--the city clocks were always a second and a half late--so I assumed they had to be up to mischief.
The phone rang five times until finally someone answered.
"Budduhflah Pavellon, J
Teguh Oesman.Mount Grayson University is a very prominent University well-known for their Political Science Program. Many politicians and activists have graduated from this university and went on to have very successful careers. You can see this when you enter the Counseling Center; pictures of senators and lobbyists adorned the walls like a family would decorate their living room. Occasionally you would see a space where a frame once resided, to avoid public media due to a recent tabloid scandal or when the wealthy official refused to donate any money. The spots would never be filled but instead just exposed the discolored concrete walls that held cheap, white paint.Teguh Oesman.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A requirement of graduating with a Political Science degree means that a student must complete forty hours of working with a campaign, and after the sanctioning of ALACORP by the government, it left a lot of activist organizations to work with: most for the equality between the apes and humans. I had my own volunteer responsibil
DeviantART Compliments #67How can I begin to describe the grandness of those I've met on deviantArt? There's ElfangorCharizard, a witty and humorous fellow, with a kind heart and a strong spirit. Also, the intelligent and lovely Miss Jillian411, who's genius writing has cheered up more than just one cloudy day. There's also SphericalOne (Sir Llama) who's an absolute delight!DeviantART Compliments #671 year ago in Deviant Events More Like This
I must say that, had it not been for these and other lovely deviants, I would not be here, writing this compliment today.
With deepest love~
fetchmonkey is the most amazing person I've met online (guess it's obvious as to who this is now but anywho...). His art is SO awesome and is still staggering up the ladder - keep going man!
I find it really really easy talking to him about... well, everything too (love those RPs we do >:3). I honestly don't know where I'd be without you; you always seem to bring my spirits up when we chat about really random, funny things.
You're properly thinking why I'm writing
FishtankThe King died today. He must have missed his Queen, the way he paced the Kingdom, questioning his merciful God about her sudden departure. He remembered her face vividly, its shock and terror as she was plucked unexpectedly from the castle.Fishtank1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His Highness gasped for air, with his eyes gazing to the black sky, mouthing silent pleas--suffocating slowly and painfully.
The peasants looked on, they watched their ruler sink to the ground, thrashing and jumping up to the sky for freedom. He threw his body against the palace walls, and slammed his head against the cobblestones while the townspeople looked on.
I saw the King do the unthinkable, he rolled over and accepted his fate, the pitiable mortal white flag, white belly. The townspeople hardly noticed, or maybe they didn't care. The street sweepers were upon the body mercilessly. The King's golden robe was stripped when I came to claim him. I scraped him from the stones which left an indent of his body--heavy with gri