Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Writers and Poets“Why are you a poet?”Writers and Poets3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m not a poet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“A word-rhymer, a heart-breaker, a word master. I could go on for a very long time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I’m not a writer.”
“Then what are you?”
“I am a word slinger, a heart’s reflection, a person maker, a story teller. I can go on you, know?”
“Indeed, you are not a writer.”
“Nor are you a poet.”
“We’re much more than that.”
“We’re the guides to our worlds.”
Shes the Girl Nobody Noticesi.Shes the Girl Nobody Notices5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was the girl with the burnt orange skin and blonde highlights. Her skin emitted UV rays from too many trips to the tanning bed and she changed her hair color more often than the calendar changed months. She only wanted to fit in but it just made her stand out even more.
She was the girl who would always use cherry lip-balm because she knew it was his favorite flavor. Her kisses made his knees weak and her will power too so one kiss would turn to two, three, and four. Then a week later she was pregnant and everyone was calling her a whore.
She was the girl with wings made of scotch-tape and printer paper. She tried to fly when she was 7 but she ended up just falling off the roof and breaking her collarbone and right arm. Her wings were torn to shreds and so were her hopes of becoming somebody's angel. She swears she will find better material and a more suitable launching pad and one day she will flutter instead of crash into the floor.
She was the girl who had always
Evanescentonly the mostEvanescent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful of creatures
live the shortest.
red roses and quivering
butterflies and other
useless things, like the
way she wishes on every star
she sees for a different
soul because she can't stand
the way it's rotting inside.
and it's only when
the thorns beneath her skin
start to bleed that her
monsters whisper, "have
you ever trembled, my dear?"
because they know
for every whimper that hides
faintly in the dark,
there is a pair of lips stretched
into a smile pretending
that all that is beautiful
is timeless and unbroken.
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
Forever UnappreciatedForever unappreciated,Forever Unappreciated2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No matter how much I give.
No matter how much I devote.
No matter how much I say.
No matter how much I do.
No matter how much I support.
No matter how much I love.
No matter how much I provide.
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock This essay here is based on an article from Psychology Today magazine, where the main story is "Confessions of a Sociopath." I couldn’t find this online, and I want you guys out there on deviantART to read this, ‘cause art blocks are the bane of artists. Anyway…5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1) You know that saying “think outside the box”? Well its horseshit. Whoever told you that should be struck in the face repeatedly. You don’t want to think outside the box, you want to take a different approach within the box. It’s like if you’re stranded without a ride home and you think “Maybe I’ll just grow wings and fly home.” There was a test in which participants were prompted to create animals that would not be of this world. The result was that they ended up creating creatures that were awfully similar to earth creatures. It was probably stupid shit like green skinned tigers with red eyes. The reason was that they were told to
Famous!SpainxReader It was circulating all over the news. Headlines in well-known magazines and newspapers read something on the lines of,"International Superstar Antonio Carriedo in the Hospital."Famous!SpainxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Seeing the magazine articles made you laugh. All the girls were more worried about his international tour then his 'assumed' bad health. And by 'assumed,' you meant that he didn't have bad health.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, one of the biggest stars to the majority of the female population, was your best friend. He wasn't in the hospital. You were. And since being brought in, he hasn't left your side.
The nurses wouldn't allow anyone to see him or you, trying to keep the paparazzi out of you hairs. He really would've rather had some private time with you seeing as what happened.
Voice voice was stolen from you. No, that doesn't really sound right. Someone took your voice away from you. Stabbed you in the throat when you tried to scream for help and shredded your vocal cords
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Request - Prussia x Child!Reader : Uncle Prussia"Uncle Prussia!"Request - Prussia x Child!Reader : Uncle Prussia3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Gilbert groaned as the little girl rushed over as her father, Ludwig stood in the doorway
"Don't complain, Gilbert. You agreed to watch her whilst I go to see my boss" He said
"Fine, fine ..." Gilbert grumbled
And with that, Ludwig was gone and little [Name] was standing there, with a big grin on her face. She loved her silly uncle very much, but Gilbert hated feeling like he was being lumbered with her
"Uncle Prussia, can you tell me a story?" She asked
He smiled at her, and picked her up
"Of course, anything for my awesome niece!" He said, sitting on the sofa
Her smile got bigger as Gilbert began. She loved his stories, because they were all about a dashing man called "Filbert", who apparently was the most handsome and awesome albino in all the land. Filbert was no doubt [Name]'s favourite character because he got to go on so many adventures
"Once upon a time, there was a little Princess called [Name]" He said
[Name] giggled at the mention of her name
"And she was ca
Germany X Reader- Lifeguard: pt1Germany X Reader- Lifeguard: pt13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Germany X Reader - Lifeguard Pt 1
Authors note: Sorry for misspelling i might not be good at this cause its my first Fan-Fic really ever XDD so hear me out and plz Comment!~
The New pool Just opened and you and your 3 friends that youve been buddies forever, going together.
"[Name] Im so exited!~" [Your friend 1] Smiled.
"Yea!~ this is going to be so fun! im going to sunbath~~" [Your friend 2] said. You just smiled and started to walk up to the register.
" yes, for 4 please~" You smiled and said lightly to the cashier. You gave her exact change and she gave you and your 3 friends stamps on their wrists. The four of you ran into the pool area and chose a spot with 4 chairs so you can each have a seat. You sit at your lawn chair and start to put on sunblock.
"gah!~ come on you don't need that~" one of your friends said.
"yes i do, i have sensitive skin.." you replied. You pu
ThinkYou say I`m cold.Think2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say I don`t want to be friends.
You say I keep to the shadows.
You say I don`t like people.
You say I`m weird.
I`m not cold, I`m shards of a person.
I`d love to be friends, but I`m scared.
I keep to the shadows to stay out of sight.
I like people but I can`t trust them.
Would you be warm if you`d been broken?
Would you be friendly if stabbed in the back?
Would you walk in light if darkness surrounded you?
Would you like people who made you want to die?
Would you be different?
Before you judge, make an effort to see.
Surfaces have depths, people have sadness beneath.
(Modern Au)Levi x Reader-Dirty Talking-Trench Coat(Modern Au)Levi x Reader-Dirty Talking-Trench Coat2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: You're about to read mature and suggesting themes
Story 4: Trench Coat
You looked outside your bedroom window it was mid-January. You smiled ad you pressed both your hands on the cold window surface. It was cold to the point it send shivers to your spine but you quickly got accustomed to it. Your smile became bigger as a snowflake came down and stuck to the window. You wanted to squeal because for anyone that hadn’t notice you love snow.
The office had decided to give everyone a day off to relax. The sales had been splendid this year for which, they had you to thank for. When you had transferred it was complete chaos. You couldn’t even believe they were still doing business. It had taken you a whole year but you finally brought them back up. It hadn’t been a very easy year for you. But on the plus part you had met what you considered the love of your life. So no it wasn’t a complete waist of a year.
You had moved in with him exactly 3 mont
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskShe's a Writer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
Take me home pt 1 (Child!Russia x reader)It was another cold day well of course there was a snow storm just last night. But none the less you were out and about anyway. What? Can't a country go for a walk now and then? It snowed lightly as you wonder into the lifeless forest some tree's only containing a few dead leaves on their naked branches. Seeing something dark in the corner of your eye you turned your head your (e/c) eyes landing on what looked like a boy he sat there his eyes closed. His hair was beige as it lay messy under a dark hat, his body wrapped in what looked like rags of an old blanket around him, the small boy though wore a nice clean light pink scarf around his neck seemingly to big for him as it fell gracefully around his sitting figure. You guessed maybe he was around six or seven years old.Take me home pt 1 (Child!Russia x reader)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Walking over to the boy he didn't move he just sat there. Bending down to be eye level with him his skin was pale. You weren't sure if you should shake him or not a small knot of pity in your gut for having the fear if
Mutation 101 Christmas Special!Mutation 101 Christmas Special!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The 2ps gathered around in their den. It was their first Christmas with the bumbling toddler and some couldn’t wait, Oliver, and other wished it wasn’t happening, Jason. (y/n) sat on Lutz’s lap, humming jingle bells as she swayed happily. It made Oliver want to squeal at hoe adorable she was.
The little girl had her hair tied in elegant pigtails, and wore a red velvet Christmas dress. Fabio insisted she wear a little blush and had nothing but the best this Christmas. He smiled over at her cute little form that sat on her ‘father’s’ lap. He gave her a tiny wave when she looked his way.
Jason groaned as he slid in his chair, he hated being near any of these people, especially (y/n). He was granted with a slap on the back of his head by his brother. The Canadian was just cleaning his hockey stick. This was a normal Christmas for them. Just hanging out in the living room.
Memories from the MoonlightMemories from the Moonlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
--------Memories from the Moonlight---------
☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ❤ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽
Dancing underneath the moon,
Its shining touch,
Remembrance of life and love,
All to be forgotten,
In the blink of an eye,
as long as the wind whispers on my back,
The howls of the night whispering softly in my ear,
The memories of time gently fading,
The black and white photo dusty and broken,
Slowly aging as time trickles by,
How many minutes go by?
How many seconds have left the serenity?
Will everything be forgotten?
Only Time may tell...
Will hearts still be true?
And the wind still guiding me?
As one sits...
As one waits...
As one dances underneath the moon...
In hopes to find its lost memories of time.
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013