The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
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
My Love Story and HeartBreakWe were in 4th grade and we sat together in class...i was quiet, shy, and rarely smiled back then. But this didn't stop him, as soon as we sat down he said "Hi, you're Avery right?" I quietly replied "Yes" and continued to remain silent.My Love Story and HeartBreak4 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
The next day he wanted to get to know a little more about me, and so i told him about my dramatic older brother, my over reacting stuck up dad, and my bossy rude mother. He told me a bit about himself, he's adopted, favorite color is Green, he's always really busy, his brother bullies him, his moms rude too, and his dad is a guy everyone at our school called "balloon dude."
He then became one of my best freinds, i told him everything, he was nice, sympathetic, smart, and funny(or at least tried to be!) I talked to him everyday, and it never really occured to me about love then.
At the last day of school that year he announced that his mother wanted to move him to a different school, i fe
Staying Strong...Not the easiest thing in the world. -.-Staying Strong...2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I basically wanted to make this journal to let you guys know... That I have horrible days too. We're all in this together... Keeping each other optimistic, keeping each other strong.
And I promise to be there for you guys (And I hope you guys are there for me too!) even through the hardest of all times.
I want you guys to know that YOU HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU, and pssst!! ... i'm one of them
I hope you guys are staying beautiful and wonderful <3 and hey, you're amazing, remember that.
So yeah. I'm not having the best day... But I hope you are having the best day ever
Procrastination PoemRoses are sometimes redProcrastination Poem2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Tomatoes are too
This poem's about Procrastination
As I have projects that are due
I know what to do
And which project goes first
But my mind says no
Because screw the rules and Whale-sharks are awesome
I may had stopped caring on the second part there...
.my grandfather.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
says tall girl, i'm not gonna
be here in time, and
tall girl, when i can't remind
you no more, please remember
how far you've come,
considering, please remember
how far you've grown
EighteenI do not understand seconds or days or years.Eighteen3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Do I revolve around my soul like the earth around the sun? Does the planet age as I do: slowly, unnoticeably, and then all at once? Like an earthquake splitting my bones apart to grow; leaving new bruises on my eyes, new lines on my skin that I was never old enough to acknowledge until this day when the clock flicks over and maturity miraculously worms its way inside. Suddenly, the scars are real, the hurt is real, and the scratch at the base of my throat is not a scream to be saved but a scream to be recognized for beauty and grace and subtlety.
When you're 18, it is not that you can smoke or vote or wield a gun for however noble a cause. It is being able to actually look at yourself in the mirror and be
ashamedproud of the length of each finger, the occupation in each lung, the strength in each bitten-bloody lip that trembles, yes. You can feel the cold rush of air. The numbing of each kneecup. Dinner warm and wei
I love youYour faceI love you4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Felt what I did
I love you
And next time,
Games will be over
Even though I enjoy them,
I sense they're
Coming to a
You and I
Will be complete
And it will be
Je Ne Sais Quoi #16If you speak a little French, or if you know a little fashion, you might know that je ne sais quoi means 'I don't know what', and that's what these photos have. I don't know what, a little something extra that made me happy or excited about the photography.Je Ne Sais Quoi #162 years ago in Art Features More Like This
- BloodshotInk ~ ♥
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It's poem time!I'm sorryIt's poem time!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
That I'm rude, annoying, a freak.
That I'm always so anxious and mean
Cause I know all I do is upset you
And make you nervous....
You don't really love me....
If you do, prove it.
Maybe I don't deserve your love,
I'm a horrible person to talk to anyway
And all I do is throw all my problems at you...
Point is, you're awesome
Your care and gentleness is everything to me....
That I don't deserve.
And I'm NOT awesome.
Not at all.
Stay the way you are, and never change.
Cause I love you way more than I could EVER love myself.
Perceptions of HomosexualityGay and Lesbian rights is a an issue that galvanizes people, particularly on the internet, and as I writer of male/male fiction or a Yaoi fangirl, as you may prefer, I would like to weigh in with my views on the matter.Perceptions of Homosexuality3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Naturally I do completely support Gay rights and all this entails. For example I believe that adoption and marriage are just as valid options for Gay and Lesbian couples and should be permitted and protected by law. I also feel that individuals of any marginal sexual orientation or gender identity should be free from prejudice, harassment, or unequal treatment at work or in public. So on and so forth.
I think that this is the most common stance for liberal-minded individuals and is probably the one expected of me, given my interests. My interests in male/male works however are not what guarantees or suggests my support for Gay rights.
I think most Yaoi fans do support gay rights but, although their tastes may influence this opinion, this is mainly because they are thems
Hey y'alllll :)I am stronger than my emotional and physical scars.Hey y'alllll :)2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I am stronger than my past.
I am stronger than my disorder.
I am stronger than my depression.
I am stronger than my anxiety.
And I am stronger than their judgments.
So are you.
Don't give up.
Chinese RoseJewels don't suit youChinese Rose3 years ago in Personal More Like This
The very idea cheapens your value
For the world of the rich sickens you.
Rather than any violet silk
The fading rosy cotton flows on your skin.
And deeps your ebony eyes.
You can't stand the cities
For the air is too heavy
And the sky's lost its color
The peony's too elegant
Makeup takes away your color
The windy countryside is your home
Linger in the misty mountains
Stay with your brothers and sisters
And bloom in the clearest of dreams
You who's beauty does not overbear
You who's never spoiled your surroundings
You, the Chinese Rose.
Sipping tea with your Muse Only by fostering a facility with the vocabulary of your artistic medium of choice, can you begin to really free yourself to be open to being creative with it.Sipping tea with your Muse1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The size of that vocabulary is another matter, and that’s about growth, improvement and development. These are important as well, and intricately linked to creativity, in parallel (more on that in a future article). But first let’s talk simply about the genesis aspect of art.
Remember when you were in high school, doodling in the margins of your notebooks? Ballpoint pen and edges of blue-lined notebooks, with half an ear listening to the lesson of the day? There was a familiarity in that setting, and ease that you moved through when you sketched these throwaway doodles. Every once in a while you’d accidentally make one that you’d really like, and you’d save that scrap of paper with notes on American History melding into the lines of a drawing of your D&D charac
100 Reasons To Live Know that someone, somewhere, cares about you.100 Reasons To Live2 years ago in Personal More Like This
You were made for a REASON. everyone has their own purpose in life.
Knowing that no matter how big your problems may seem, it's nothing compared to the endless galaxies and space that surrounds us all with the unknown, or better worded, the undiscovered.
To uncover all the possibilities and mysteries in life.To prove to everyone else who once downed you that you have potential and strength to become your best.To remind yourself of all the good memories and early childhood, and look forward to giving your own kids one day that same opportunity. To find someone, or something, that means so much to you that the world doesn't exist when you are in the warmth of their comfort and consoling, and if you don't have someone/something who provides this for you then being able to become this for someone else who needs the love.Being able to get lost in a good book.Becoming a idol or inspiration to someone out there.Watching mov
.i pass a heart drunk.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
in the gutter trying to pull
itself together, he says
i had a job,
a life, that fucking
but he's a liar -
she says she had to let
me go -
(i shut my eyes and cross the road)
Tiring ComplaintWhat is this I have to listen to?Tiring Complaint3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Someone lecturing about the future?
What do you know about me?
What do you know about anything?
Living up there, I know you've already been us.
I understand that you want the best for us.
But you're not me, and never will be.
I know I'm not all knowing, but neither are you.
I can't tell you how many times I'm tired of this.
The future looming over my head
Is it enough that you've told it over a million times?
I don't need to hear it another million.
I know it's important and I try,
But I am exhausted at heart
And I don't need to hear you again.
I know it's always right now, and I hate it.
Over time, I lost what I considered important.
And the things you want me to be,
I could never want for myself.
That type of person, I feel like vomiting when I see her.
That type of idealistic girl who is strong
Elegant as a swan, and above anything else
Ambitious to the point where she stomps on others.
That type of person, I'd rather kill than become.
Is it wrong t
pika pikaPi pika piikaa. pika-pi Ka kachu. chuuuu kachu pika pikapi Pika-pika pikachu. Pika-pi pi Pikaa. pika Pika-pika Chu pikachu Pi pika-pika-pii.pika pika8 years ago in Personal More Like This
Misconceptions of OCDPLEASE attempt to read this.Misconceptions of OCD3 years ago in Personal More Like This
This was a monologue given by one of my dearest friends. I had managed to procure a copy of the script after hearing it the first time. OCD isn't some joke, it isn't something to be irritated.
It is an actual unsettling depressing disorder. This comes from the point of view of "M." I have stripped her name from here because she doesn't need people approaching her about her issues. However, I do hope it gives you some insight on just how damaging the disorder is:
"One thing before I start – if you have OCD this might be triggering. So feel free to leave now or whenever you feel uncomfortable if you're worried it'll start attacking you. I have a hair-trigger and I know how it is, so even though it's kind of hard to explain to other people, I get how just talking about this disorder can set off intrusive thoughts. Thank you for bearing with me.
Hello everyone. My name is M, and I am gay. But that's not why I'm here to talk to you today. Coming to terms with
Predendum - Draw/Sketch/Write/Sound KellenOkay, I wanted to keep the offer to express Kellen up (YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO), but I had to throw out this note that you should should should check out :icontubbums32: 's band's latest album, Horizons EP. Offered for FREE, but WORTH PAYING FOR. I've been listening for a while, and I may have some inspiration for a Kellen sketch myself.Predendum - Draw/Sketch/Write/Sound Kellen1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Seriously, this band has depth and breadth, and is worth a listen or two... or a few hundred. Talent here. Like, yeah.
BANDCAMP!!! \n/ http://tetrafusion.bandcamp.com/
Now, back to our regularly scheduled journal.....
I invite anyone to read and view the references below and produce their interpretation of my OC, Kellen. It's not a contest, as I have no points or anything, it's just a little creativity nudge for anyone interested. I'd really like to see what people come up with in their own style. As noted in the title, it can literally be anything, from drawings to photos to prose
HomecomingWhile others have risenHomecoming2 years ago in Personal More Like This
You have fallen by decision
To walk amongst flesh and blood
In the world of sinful floods
Here, I've found you in this land
Broken, but willing to stand
Crying, screaming out
Though no one hears a sound
Come, my sweet angel, smile
I'll make your visit worthwhile
We'll laugh from dawns first light
Sing until our moon shines bright
Others question you and me
Of how oblivious we can be
In land so dark, the light suffers
Yet how do we beg to differ?
Because one day you'll return home
remembering everything I've shown
I'll be there too, and forbid to cry
Our homecoming, where we never say "goodbye."
A Pause for ThoughtI pulled out some old oil paintings, as you will notice in the gallery, and I remembered my old attic bedroom and the smell of oils and turpentine, my wall of books and a rack of CD's, back in the '80's. So much has changed in nearly 30 years, though I still laugh uncontrollably at the silliest things, and have great fun turning all the nameplates at work upside down before anyone else gets in.A Pause for Thought2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I play air cello (true) and teach a degree course in making S'mores (not true, but that would be awesome). I can recite, without hesitation, the name Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schiltter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nürnburger-bratwustle-gerspurten-mitz-weimache-luber-hundsfut-gumeraber-shönendanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm. (true)
Keep Your Eyes ClosedWhy do we close our eyes when weKeep Your Eyes Closed2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Pray, Kiss, Cry, or Dream?
Because the most beautiful things in life
aren't seen but felt only by heart..♥;
Flash of Lightning, Resonant Thunder:icontechgnotic:Flash of Lightning, Resonant Thunder4 years ago in Personal More Like This
The Serenely Powerful Art of `yuumei
In the top half of an hourglass, a polar bear and her cub perch perilously atop a wedge of melting ice, its dripping water becoming the "sand" that is inexorably drowning an urban couch potato figure in the hourglass's bottom chamber. The beautiful yet arresting digital painting is "Countdown" by yuumei and it is currently one of the most popular pieces on deviantART. It is "archetypal yuumei" in its perfectly balanced blending of a striking lyrically beautiful visual with an underlying urgent social or political message.
Her specialty is digital art in an anime style, but she often employs traditional watercolors and other elements. Her cause is saving and preserving what's left of the Earth's wildlife and its environment; she donates large portions of profits from her artworks to a host of wildlife and environmental organizations and urges all deviants and others to do the same. But what has really been her stand-out achievem
2011 As Seen Through Art2011 was full of emotional events the world around, and our community responded at unprecedented levels. From natural disasters to historical celebrations, entertainment milestones to tearful goodbyes, our community spoke out like no other community can — artistically, creatively, and emotionally. In many ways, last year marked the final chapter of a few eras, opening the door to new beginnings for 2012. Let's take a look...2011 As Seen Through Art4 years ago in DeviantArt Announcements More Like This
HealingWithin the dawn of springHealing3 years ago in Personal More Like This
On a clear warm snowy day
A flower sprouts in hopes
Of a new beginning.
Sleeping down below,
The village awakens,
To the chirping of the doves
And the blossoming of flowers.
Dancing with joy of a new rise,
Lovers come together,
Weaving the joy of flowers
And pledging their hearts in the forests.
Soaking your feet in the cool sage water,
Running down the fields of daisies like deer,
Grabbing your loved ones in embrace,
Spring is finally here.