Another Sad Song - Part One******************Another Sad Song - Part One9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mom! Fuck, just shut up!" Anna screamed, walking ahead of her mother towards the parked car
"Don't speak to me like that! I'm your mother and you should know better"
"Whatever" Anna sighed when she reached the car "can you just unlock the car?"
"Listen to me Annabelle" her mother said, leaning against the drivers side of the car "I've just sat there and listened to your teachers complain about your behaviour, your behaviour that is when you bothered to show up for classes"
Anna sighed in frustration "Mom…"
"No, what the hell is going on with you? You didn't used to be like this-"
"Oh fuck not this again" Anna muttered, biting down on her lip ring
"Like that, two years ago you wouldn't have sworn at me like that"
"Can you just unlock the car?"
Her mother sighed, realising that once again she'd failed to reach her daughter "Sure" she whispered, turning the lock, and slipping into the car.
"Honey, honey its okay it was just a dream" Her f
Suffocate DisintegrateA cut white as woolSuffocate Disintegrate9 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm smothered into depths
of a sea like my childhood
You drown me
Just like I almost did
You pull me down
I cannot carry
With my own
You're drowning me
your eyes upon me
You make me plunge
into the depths
Please let go of me
Steps to the SkySteps to the Sky9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I don't want to think what had happened: a tooth brush gone missing, cat food spilt on the floor, not returning borrowed clothes- For my family nowadays, it was anything that I had done. I knew it would be anything that I did. I opened the door and let myself out.
Avoiding the streets, I climbed to a leafed retreat. It hardly helped: the tree would protect me from the outside, but the greater worry was myself. Speckled leaves fell and I knew that I would never be able to escape on the wind, like they did. I glanced at the sun and knew that it was time to get back. Cleaning up the house would be easy enough, and then I'd just lie low.
On the way home, I was warm in my simple clothes. The cloudless sky was blue. Not the blue of light at a certain frequency, the blue of freedom, renewal. I would have walked slowly, remembering the words of the blind and deaf, but today the destination was more important than the journey.
A feather blew across my gaze. It reminded m
TomorrowTomorrow8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With each day that passes, another tomorrow comes.
and with each tomorrow that comes,
so does my soul grow more fragile.
It becomes difficult, as the years grow longer
to find the fragrance of the once loved
that's been snatched away from me.
It becomes irrecoverable, the once beloved sight
the heart that has grown fonder
But while every moment passes
and with each second that flies,
the value of the memories we shared
neither ripens or depreciates into nothing
but remains unchanged, as if perpetual within time.
For even after one hundred tomorrows,
or even after one thousand tomorrows,
the signficance, of what you taught me,
remains the greatest, and most wonderful
memories I experienced.
White armour against black.Long ago, lost in the depths of time, in a place not known in this universe. There were two battling armies. The white army and the black army. So named by the colour of their armour. The king of the white army was known as King Idai. His beautiful queen was known as Queen Milanu. Their evil opponents were, of course, the black army, led by King Jon and Queen Daisy. The white army had an advisor as one of their bishops, known only as Max. His rival happened to be in the black army, and went by Phil.White armour against black.9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It would be time for the final battle; the white army against the black army, in a battle that would shake the cosmos. They led their armies onto the battlefield, and faced each other. Each had a row of soldiers protecting their better troops. It would be their final battle, with the last of their troops. A battle of good against evil. The infantry charged each other, quickly slaying each other, leaving nothing left. Then the battle truly began.
"My King…my Queen…you must stay behind here,
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was simply the best website around without the slightest shadow of a doubt. No'urdays, community seems to be taking a backseat to the corporate ventures the site seems to be undertaking at an exponentially quick rate. With every passing day, a new move towards turning dA into exactly what it is not: a corporation.
When it was founded in 2000, t
Guide to Advanced CritiquesTutorial IndexGuide to Advanced Critiques7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What a Critique is NOT
What Is Advanced Critique?
Guide To Advanced Critique
Writing the Advanced Critique
An Example of a Critique
Advanced critique is as much
For Amy Part 1.You're the color of my life.For Amy Part 1.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're the painted tapestries and walls
of my hearts cathedral.
You're the Picasso of my enchantment.
My sanctuary from the fright of life.
You're my pop queen delight.
You're the reason I live.
The reason I fight.
Haiku - 2Our existence isHaiku - 27 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
so frail but we're tricked into
believing we're safe.
The leaves and the grass
have a tricky memory
and the air is sick.
Massive floods and Polar Shifts
To make it all right.
Call it what you want
The Great destroyer.
It's coming for us
and now there's nowhere to hide
I just want your smile.
ruinWhere's the promised lightruin5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at the end of this tunnel?
We're tired of this fight
this restless struggle.
We've crushed another dream
and caused a little trouble.
Our world catastrophe.
and we're dancing in the rubble.
Self ruin isn't right
but it sets us free.
Our clothes fit too tight.
We're not what we're meant to be.
The Battle with the MilitiaIt was a dark and dreary dayThe Battle with the Militia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the forces of evil in that forest barely held at bay
Six of us began that trip
By the end two had been given the slip
There was Kyle Bronze,
Looking quite like the fonz
There was Hampton Ice,
You never looked twice
There was Nurse Joy,
Just a little boy
And myself, ray tumbler
The one great humbler
These were my companions three,
Quite a fellowship you must agree
None of us knew what the day had in store,
Only one of us had been here once before
That was the courageous Kyle,
Who would serve as our guide for a while
We traveled for many hours,
Trusting in this guide of ours
We crossed rivers and ravines,
But at heart, we were just a couple teens
At last we reached our destination
A hidden and secret location
This was when the day started to get strange
It was, however, a subtle change
When we arrived to our fateful bridge
Poised upon a high ridge
Painted upon our concrete abode
Was a cryptic code
"The Militia" was all that it read
Spray painted thick in
Green Monsterstanding in the rainGreen Monster7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my mouth wide open in rage
and the flesh on my tired bones
time's a crippled ghost
my god isn't real
he is just a green monster
i smoke every night
Amy H.A flip of the switchAmy H.7 years ago in Other More Like This
The Big fluorescence stops
As you prefer it
Here in my cold smoky room
Here's a song for you
The 80's you hate
and im so into you
A song i sing horribly
You know it's really for you
You roll your Hazel eyes
You smile a smile
of trust, love and lust
The same one I always throw your way
when you speak of secret lovers
who don't exist
A giggle and a flash
And we make the trade
For my heart again.
Sacrifices no one can understand,
are Whispered from soft, damp pillows
Promises of Love
and limitless devotion
Just so you know
This room is always so empty
without your smoke
the beat of your lashes,
and the pulse of your heart
here to keep me company
OverdoseItchy,Overdose11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It'll all be better soon.
exchange of hands,
Life has never cost so much.
cold wind and rain,
Wherever that is today.
and push that fucking plunger.
I would spend,
in this moment.
If I could,
it feels so right,
so empty and forgotten
like the joining,
of body and soul,
Constrict the flow,
of the air you're breathing.
Ripping through the paradise,
of where you were hiding.
What good is circulation,
if it's just feeding your destruction?
Show some fucking respect,
and accept your fate.
No complaints now,
it's all your fault.
Feel the nothing,
Now pay attention,
to what you are,
and what you were.
Close your mind,
and close your eyes.
It's all over now.
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
Why poets love the rainWhy poets love the rain10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you ever noticed..
how poets love the rain?
And chances are you thought…
That they are all insane
In rain, the other people…
All their moods go down
Poets kick their boots off…
And go outside to drown
Why is this? I ask myself…
An easy thing to ask
But it's tough to figure out
And that will be my task
Is it love of nature..
That others just don't get?
Maybe it is simply that…
They just like being wet ?
To them is it the same...
To simply take a shower?
Or must the water come...
From mother nature's power?
Perhaps those stormy clouds…
Help to bring inspiration
Maybe they're reminded of…
The beauty of creation
Maybe it's the way…
The flooded rivers flow
Or maybe it's a poet's hope…
The hope of a rainbow
Maybe it's the smell…
The air that smells so new
Maybe it's the mist…
That carries morning dew
Maybe it's the trees…
The way they sway and dance
Maybe the wind carries…
The songs of sweet romance
Maybe it's the wind…
The wind that howls so soft
Or maybe it's the leaves…
That nature h
WasteWaste9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Call me Anna, she says, hoping they'll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it's too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn't be right, but that's for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that people called her by her boring middle name, started work as a librarian, and married a man who was the human embodiment of beige.
He didn't stand out anymore than she did. He wasn't tall and wasn't short, wore glasses in the least imposing way and sometimes spoke too quietly. He hated repeating himself, so told people to forget he said anything at all if they hadn't heard
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think
VoyageLet's journey to old and distant points of light.Voyage4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the one's of most wise elements.
to the edge of creation.
Let's dive the depths
of superb pressure.
to the dark parts of oblivion.
Let's wander the colossal expanse
of sensory nirvana.
to limitless conception.
Let's trek through the cracks and crevices
of life's contemplation.
to caverns of ethereal salvation.
Let's pass through the ring
of time's fiery womb.
to our next incarnation.
Without a destination.
trunkringsstanding motionless,trunkrings9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaves splayed, high-fiving the Wind;
branches reaching out, skyward.
Youth- he wants to be heard
he whistles to the Wind.
he wants to dance
he dances with the Wind.
staying where he is.
Growing- becoming larger, establishing himself.
the others huddle together
their words come in the Wind;
the same Wind with whom he dances.
the Wind comes, she tickles him
stroking him, touching him
for then She is gone.
He rebels, fighting Her
-no more of Her games.
he stands steadfast,
scorning Her power.
Now old- camouflaged by a veil of green.
landlord to nesting tenants
still balanced on one leg
balding, leaves drop off, one by one
carried by the Wind.
Take meTake me10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take me to the darkest place in the sky
A place where I'm not afraid to die
Where no one can see us, take me far
We will be shining just like another star
Just take me...