Monster DisguisesMonster Disguises2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too often I find myself being a vampire
A vampire for love, sucking out attention from every vein I can find.
But it always ends with a stake through my heart,
Emptying it for all the stolen affection, replacing it with pain and agony
Too often I find myself being a werewolf
A creature changing shapes to fit in where I can.
But it always ends with a silver bullet
Piercing through my disguise, nailing me to whom I really am
Too often I find myself being a zombie
A walking dead following the stream with no mind of my own
I always wish to be decapitated
To die and rise again with a life of my own
With a will power to slay all of my monster disguises.
NipponThe cherry blossomsNippon8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
are always expectant
before an atomic explosion.
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsIn My Mind8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.
Writing TipsI'm sure by now you've seen many, many stories on a variety of websites that run the range from being a life changing experience to making you want to swear off the internet forever. It doesn't have to be this way though; with a bit of work you can create some engaging stories that are a joy to read. This guide can give you a few tips that can help.Writing Tips8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Have some idea of the plotline before you start to write
I know this seems like a no-brainer but some people will just start hammering out a story without giving much thought to the plot. In this case it does help to have some idea of the plot before you sit down to write. Now you don't have to have anything fancy in this case, just some notes dealing with the plot focusing on information you want to remember for the story itself.
Have a good flow for the story
You notice how any good story you read just flows along from one plot point to the next to the next? You notice how that can work as well if there is a break from one p
HomesickThey say home is where your heart is.Homesick8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right now I wonder
if that means I am away from home,
lost on the road
between here and there,
or that I am
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
Watched it burnKing being murdered upon the throneWatched it burn8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
Too bad you sat back and watched it burn...
Black, White, and Red.You watched me melt into a dark surface.Black, White, and Red.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black paint upon the skies,
Stars sprinkled among the canvas.
Moonlight, shining from the corner of your eye.
Atramentous areas surround me.
Fog blankets the land,
Letters written to me in charcoal.
You’ve painted the world,
Bright lights shining in my face.
Bleached eyes, staring back at me.
A world so empty, so dull.
The silver blade sinks into my neck.
I’ve painted my skin,
Upon my doorstep.
Whispers dance among my
Fire burns bright,
Flames upon roses
And causing blisters along our skin.
Warmth melting into our souls.
A knife slices through my flesh,
As blood drips down my shoulders.
You’ve painted my world, black.
I’ve painted my skin, white.
And I've splattered the walls with red.
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
Staring at the sunSo bright...Staring at the sun10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing in the sky...
I watch and sigh
such a light could never be contained on our feeble earth
so i gaze
and watch the beautiful goddess rise
so golden and so bright
I am blind.
No AtlantisBeneath the mossy bones of the ocean deepNo Atlantis3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Great spires of stone stretch their fingers high
While weaving angels wrap each rocky keep
And strands of strangling seaweed scratch the sky.
Descending deeper in the waiting dark,
Where sea-bound corpses hold a hollowed hall
And gnashing teeth trace their bloody mark,
The rotting planks of piracy that fall.
What mortal man whose breath could sway this land?
What lung could draw in words to speak its part?
The cruel soul of the sea won't spare his hand
To those who've earned his wrath with silent start.
Can souls find sleep in such a strangled thrall,
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl?
Where the waves find rest and stop their ceaseless crawl,
Raking salty claws in sandy shores,
A vain and panicked grasp before they fall;
The home of homespun hypocrites and whores.
The moon reflects in heartless pantomime
A silver orb of glowing innocence
That mocks them as they're punished
InsaneTwisted the Mind.Insane11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distorted thoughts in me.
Changed I am now.
Multiply the personalities.
Crazy is the word.
Sane I am not.
Lost is my mind.
Scare you I will.
More of me?
Maybe just less of you.
Tormented in my own head.
You cannot realize,
.pour love all.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
I Prayed to GodI prayed to God that he will take away my habitI Prayed to God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I only heard,
"I can only guide you, and you must be the one to have the strength to give it up."
I prayed to God to take away my friend's impurities.
But I only heard,
"The spirit is the only thing that matters; the body is only there for a short time."
I prayed to God to still my anger.
But only heard,
"You must learn to be patient; I will send guidance."
I prayed to God to make me a more joyous person.
But I only heard,
"I give you blessings and miracles, and you must decide whether to be happy about it or not."
I prayed to God to take away my suffering.
But I only heard,
"Offer it up in reparation, for through suffering you get closer to me."
I prayed to God so that I may serve him better.
But I only heard,
"Have faith, and do good works."
I ask God to help me love others just as he himself loves the world.
And I heard,
"You will be blessed; go in peace to love and serve, I, the Lord."
vegas womanvegas woman12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i drove there myself
you just paved the road
so fortunate to find
the mirror broke
as the unveiled princess
ascended from the desert
even raising my body temperature
but her legs kept you warm
and silver cold
and i alone
longed for home
or at least a change
someone as supple as i
to swim in the sea of her hair
and travel the valleys and hills
of her scape
sweetness of this foreign land
yet so familiar
i might drive there myself
.a storm breaks inside.1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
his mouth; my name washes up
on his tongue, stranded
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.Depression...8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
The music is gone.I remember emotionThe music is gone.8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the deaf recall a tune.
I still have the notion,
But even that will be gone soon.
The songs are muffled at first,
But the notes remain.
I can still be immersed
In musical joy and pain.
But like a copy of a copy of a copy,
Notes are lost and misplaced,
The whole thing gets sloppy,
A masterpiece defaced.
Finally, the end of the blaze
The last notes die in a frost
Leaving the profound malaise
That something beautiful was lost.
Dead is the feeling I once had.
Left in a mute concert hall,
I wonder how it can hurt so bad,
To feel nothing at all.