How Far Does a Child Stretch? How Far Does a Child Stretch?How Far Does a Child Stretch? 5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
A horrible question, I know, but isn't that what aging is?
Rising more paper thin after every scraped knee and memory scabbed over,
Yet taller and taller after each step?
We measure our lives in units of misery nowadays.
Showering ourselves with sparkling pieces of armor, calling them crystallized teardrops
When we all know that they're just rhinestones glued to the body like a mask.
Shouting through a bullhorn how quiet and meek we are--
It's one thing to wear the paint on our face, but to swallow it and swish it over your throat so it colors your words is a whole other.
We wear our remorse and regret on our sleeves, bracelets of slits and pocketknives,
Flashing every drop of sweat like a tiara for our adoring crowds, varying in numbers, to swoon over us in a massive wave of pity.
We stretch ourselves to the point that pity feels good and safe, until we are a flat line, buried in a flurry of mistakes like ill-advised tattoos.
When you're that thin, of cou
StillHe was waking or he was falling asleep, neither, both at once. This was a dream. This was the only thing he had ever known. It made no difference, he trailed his own body like ripples after a rock, smoothing and breaking and smoothing again.Still2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His feet moved tirelessly, without thought. No longer human, only the Walk was real. For minutes, or for months; time was fluid and distant. Walk.
He broke and a low mountain pulled him forward. Smoothed. Broke into flatlands, into shallow water. Into the evening, into the weak dawn.
Smoothed, back into the soft yellow lights behind his eyes. Walk.
He was not alone. This thought came from his bones, the heavy vibrations that shook them. It was something known, not something learned. It was like becoming aware of his own breath.
After a moment, without any real intent, his head raised. The yellow lights flickered. He could see three trees surrounding him. No, three hills. No. Three monstrous beasts. No. Three brothers.
He was waking after
ffeminyddiaethEn road: Il y a du frost outside sur les fields ou el moëbius sobre la historia de la humanidad ou 'ffeminyddiaeth'ffeminyddiaeth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I was feeling very lost
very utterly defeated
until this yesterday with the
travel and the Southern Cross
now know this: i can tell all there is)
When all was god, drugs or new eyes there were also the ma
Reshape and RevisionThere is an ocean trapped inside my bodyReshape and Revision3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirling and cold and dangerous
I can feel the tides changing,
Reshaping itself and
My spine is curved and yielding
Under its beguiling pressure.
My ribcage grows old;
The carcass of my heart
The scavengers won't let it rest.
My blood runs thin and salty,
My brain sloshes in my skull,
My lungs fill up with water,
And I wish for gills.
I know if I
To hold back the tide
It will destroy me.
But what I fear more
Is what happens if
I let it
Until Eternity's End.Until Eternity's End.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You before me, angelic, this vision.
Why do dark tears fall
from those brown eyes, so beautiful?
Why does your face shy from my eyes,
and shroud itself with the hair,
through which I run my fingers?
For what reason, to what cause,
do your limbs tremble in my absence,
and discover tensity in my presence?
Good God, use your lips,
before mine reach them,
as your silence gives consent.
Speak the mind which fascinates my ears,
Spill out the heart that grips tight to my soul.
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
I wish to love you more than you could comprehend,
and purge every trace of affliction...
Bare the soul that mine is forever meant for.
winter footnoteswinter footnoteswinter footnotes4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
your elbows were anchors
in a softly-lit parking lot,
where you sang to glass and paper:
and your visions are quiet hills
your visions are shy sounds
your visions are sheep covered in frost.
like an old shoe-
that dry rasp
that leaves me covered in skin flakes,
brushed onto the wall .
I am the raised bumps in spackle-
ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:
in my chain link home,
a residual ghost.
When I Say SoCross me once,When I Say So2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cross me twice,
My eyes, on you I'll set.
Cross me thrice,
Better make a run for it.
Best be prepared,
I won't care for the tears you'll shed;
I will be after your head.
The Silo Complex"You won't believe what I just saw in the field."The Silo Complex3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sighed at Eloise in the doorway. "Another dead raccoon? How big was it this time? You know it's just maggots, right?"
"No, that wasn't it. I saw a man."
"Was it John?"
"It was a man, but it wasn't really a man. Almost a man."
"Almost a man?" She had recently taken to wandering in the fields under gray skies, thinking that she'd find her answers among the abandoned farm equipment and rows of dried corn husks. She never did. Just raccoons. I never heard anything about men who were almost men. "How can someone be almost a man?"
"Never mind. You don't believe me."
"Just tell me what he looked like."
"He looked like smoke."
I didn't realize what she meant until the next day when a woman who was almost a woman appeared outside the back door, peering through the window. She was in the form of a woma
Love Can Last ForeverShe was only four when her daddy started dating Linda Park. Athena West was excited to see that her father had found someone. She didn't truly understand love as she is just a little girl. Athena thought love was a wonderful thing where a boy gives a girl a kiss on the cheek.Love Can Last Forever2 years ago in Settings More Like This
But she remembered meeting Linda for the first time. Linda was a nice lady. She was Korean, had shiny black hair and a slim body. But it was the look on Linda's face that made Athena uneasy. Athena may have been four then, but she wasn't stupid. Linda's eyes had a mix of shock and disappointment when they first saw Athena. Wally hastily told Athena to go to her room, but curiosity overtook her. She hid in the hallway to overhear their conversation.
"You didn't tell me you have a daughter," Linda said quietly.
"Well I meant to tell you earlier "
"Look, its okay, Wally. Just tell me beforehand next time, okay?"
" What happened to her mother?"
Athena's father didn't answer. Finally
His Master, Fake. CielxSebbyHis master, fake.His Master, Fake. CielxSebby4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The exterior looks and feelings he had to portray sometimes made himself sick. So sick that the exterior became the interior, but rarely. Ciel held a proud position, one foot in front, a staff and an expressionless face. Although he only came to his butlers chest in height.
Besides his age, just close to puberty (but barely experiencing it), Ciel was a responsible and witty young man. His duty as the Earl he never failed, his respect for his Queen never slipped from his grips. Young Master Ciel Phantomhive was a controlled and a widely respected member of Great Britain. But if anyone were to find out, just how he truly felt, what he truly dealt, that was something that could never happen.
'Sebastian.' Ciel said blandly, holding out his arms for his robe to be slipped on by his butler.
'Yes, My Lord.' Sebastian smiled, his lips curved dramatically into almost a perfect 'v' shape- that smile and those piercing crimson eyes, were what Ciel craved for. Ci
SpiritIt's more than a craving; it's more than a need.Spirit1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's the spirit inside, waiting to be freed.
It's the words on a page; it's the notes in a song.
Paint on a brush, and waiting all day long
For the perfect lighting, the look that's just right,
Whether it's first in the morning, or up all night.
It's the beat of the artist, the things that we feel,
And the tools that we use to make the ideas real.
A laptop or pen, paper or pliers
Whatever it is, it lights our fires,
Makes us burn with pride, keeps imagination alive,
So we can say 'we are the artists and we have arrived.'
lol short story: Luna Revel (part 1)lol short story: Luna Revel (part 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
„Well... At least this wasn't as bad as the yesterday training...“, the three summoner heard the voice of their mentor in their minds. After all the time they had to train with him, they already knew that this was kind of a compliment from Drace. It was a strange compliment, but at least some positive feedback from the mentor.
And it was true, they really had a good day: They had won some matches against some other, a little bit more adept trainees. The last match wasn't over yet, but it was clear which team would win.
Jillian and Asine, each summoning their main champions Veigar and Warwick, caused the enemy Nexus a lot of damage, while Gibblius with the help of Gragas and his magic barrels was able to keep the remaining enemies under control.
“Say Jillian... This weekend is the great Lunar Revel festival, am I right? So... what are you going to do? Any plans?”, Gibblius asked, apparently a little bored at the moment so he started a litt
Suicide's Consequences Ch 11Suicide's ConsequencesSuicide's Consequences Ch 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mentally I growled at the whole situation at hand. I was lucky to even eat breakfast because thankfully that one woman, I think her name was "Hannah", came to Sebastian's room to deliever food at the precise moment we were about to leave. Honestly! He could have at least waited until I had my breakfast, the pervert . . .
But anyway, here I am on a carriage powered by black stallions with beautiful silver manes and, instead of real eyes, bright fire over took their eye sockets. They were obviously very strong horses, bred to perfection due to their bulging muscles that ripple every time they made movement. To add to this lunacy, I had to wear this stupid blindfold and only God knows why.
Sebastian said it would add to the suspence bubbling up after the ride, but I don't quite believe him. Although I can't deny that I am curious. What would be just so interesting that the demon would had to forsake one of
Monsters in The NightMonsters eyes,Monsters in The Night1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burn through the night,
Such a sickening sight.
They surround me,
Watching and waiting,
Make subtle movements,
Not a single mistake.
I collapse to the ground,
They converge on me,
Like flames in the night,
I feel claws ripping,
And teeth tearing.
But I no longer care,
I accept the fate before me,
I ignite my final flare,
My light extinguishes for eternity.
Breathe no more.
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
SpeakI never learned how toSpeak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I let my voice shrivel,
And now, in speaking, I
The words catch, shaking, and
I feel a hunger to
a wild storm of words to
My dying voice, force it to
past the sewn-shut mouth and
Suicide's Consequences Ch 1Suicide's ConsequencesSuicide's Consequences Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ciel! Get your lazy ass down here this instant!" A loud woman barked from down stairs, making me cringe at her harsh tone of voice. Believe it or not, that lovely woman is my dear mother, Rachel. Please note the sarcasm at my use of the word "lovely". She is nothing but one of the worst people you could actually meet. You might wonder where my father is in this situation, but he is . . . occupying a grave at the moment.
I straighten my clothes and my tie to look presentable to Rachel. God only knows that woman would go ballistic if I wasn't proper enough to even catch a small glimmer of respect from her. She demands that I call her mother no matter how much it would displease me to call her so. She was nothing like a mother.
In fact I sometimes wished I was never born. This is not what a human being should be treated like. If anything, human life was fragile, so we should be treated as such. With kindness and acknowledgement that we were human.
Would You Miss Me?Would you miss me, if I said I’d die tomorrow?Would You Miss Me?6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you kiss me, as I lay there
In that six by four foot hollow?
Do you think that I would be remembered?
Or would my name burn to ash as soon as
My life is ended?
Could you not bear to be beside me?
Would you leave a grieving mother to think
I am where she should be?
Would you miss me, if I said I’d not be home?
I love you and if I had a choice then
I’d not leave you alone.
Take care of my family, tell them where to go
If they’re asking after me, where I am
Tell them you know
Would you tell me that you’d not loved completely?
Until we held hands and you knew that you were,
In love with me?
Would you ask for money that you think you’re due?
Or would you want the book of poetry,
That’s all about you?
Would you miss me?
As I hang up the phone for the last time
Would you miss me?
As you sit and hold yourself close
Like I do now your life is through
Would you miss me,
Like I still miss you?
FanFictionCiel Phantomhive sat on his chair twirling a piece of his disheveled hair. He had caught the disease that most demons dread. Boredom.FanFiction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trying to find a cure, he pulled up to his wooden desk near his bedroom window and looked out. Dull, boring landscape. No Finny gardening or Mey Rin and Bard chasing Pluto. He sighed. He could hardly believe it, but he missed those bumbling servants.
He glanced at the side of his desk, and noticed his laptop. He barely used it, he found no desire to, but perhaps he would start using it today?
Sebastian and Ciel shared the laptop, mostly because Sebastian's old one became too slow and it crashed every time he pulled up a website. Ciel wasn't sure what website he went on, but to destroy the hard drive, must has been one hell of a website.
Ciel pulled it up, and after five minutes of endless exploring and profanity, turned it on. He clicked on the little internet icon, and started to explore online.
Just for entertainment, he went thr
Christmas Adventure - PhanChristmas Adventure - Phan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING, if you haven't played the Christmas Adventure go play it before reading this story. Link is in the description
It was a crisp winters night, "So Dan, you're still coming right?" Phil asked with a smile, he was on Skype with his best friend Dan, Dan was going over the next day and they were gonna record a video, the Christmas adventure. Dan smiled
"Of course Phil" Dan said with a grin, they had tiny crushes on each other, cuddling in bed, tiny kisses to each other. They were technically together but they didn't mind doing those things together because they were really good friends, it wasn't official but they were basically each others. Phil smiled
"Its getting late" Phil said noting the time, Dan chuckled
"That it is....we should get to bed" Dan said, Phil nodded and yawned "Night Phil" Dan said with a smile to Phil, They always chatted on Skype when they were free, and they would talk for hours into the night.
"Night Dan, I'll see you tomorrow" Phil said, they smile
So You've Found an Art ThiefSo You've Found an Art ThiefSo You've Found an Art Thief2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So you're browsing DA or even your inbox from some groups your in and then you see it:
official Vocaloids art from their latest package with Hatsune Mikus hair recolored pink and probably done so using MSPaint.
Or Maybe it's a screen shot from Disneys The Princess and the Frog with something written on it perhaps.
Sometimes you might come across somebodies pixel art that has been recolored without permission or the images color has just been edited.
These are all very common instances of Art Theft and should be dealt with. In this guide, I'll provide recommended methods of resolving art theft.
Should I tell them that they are breaking the rules?
Yes. Many times they don't know they were violating the policies despite having hit the check-box indicating that they have read and understood the rules when they sign up for membership on DeviantArt.
Most won't accept not having read the rules as a valid excuse to violate t
My name is NothingMy name is Nothing,My name is Nothing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I know...
You're in love with her -
I'm just your friend.
I am nothing else.
I am Nothing to you;
I'm a ghost that listens
to your many woes;
I give you space to
take a deep breath in;
I am who you turn to
when you have no one;
I'm always there for you,
but never actually there.
My name is Nothing.
And I know it was absurd
for me to think that
I could be her,
that I could be...
DelectationIt is an Epic -Delectation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- Hide and see-k,
And screw -
It crucifies a silent precious
Below the hands
The ring of bell
For passers -
Watch the clouds
A sleazy blood
As spark as bliss -
Nor red - nor orange.
Then wait and feel -
The beat rings.
With gasp and sneer.
In deeper dirt -
And in the water
Near the door
To the wind.