Deaths Diary (Entry 9)Deaths Diary (Entry 9)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I respect a fighter.
I've been in every war that mankind has ever waged, and there is something about a soldier that always makes me admire their tenacity and drive. What is it about this occupation? From a standard view point, it looks like nothing more than a bunch of men with guns trying to kill each other and make my job a nightmare. Yet, that's not what I see at all.
I don't just see barbarians in the middle of a field, ravaging each other like animals trying to destroy everything. I see men with passion in their hearts and fighting spirits. Men who will risk their lives for something that they hold dear and something that they love. Men who come rushing across the battlefields, roaring, bleeding, and even crying as they defend that one thing that they fight for. Sometimes, it's not even a country that they are fighting for, but it's something more personal. In the end though, I must admit that they aren't running at enemies of any kind but at me.
I recall many war
Create Your Own D and D RaceCreate Your Own D and D Race4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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mutedas the worldmuted6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
goes to sleep
my body sings
a surging demand
to remind me
that I'm alive
and life is good
but you're not here
and my singing flesh
i scream softer than i whisperthis is it, mental suicide, social breakdown.i scream softer than i whisper5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a king and queen, a hundred fold.
children pouring from every furnace,
i am unsure what is becoming of us,
or if turning the tables is like splitting spines
or cracking skulls.
shedding lips, crucifix formats for our
daily occasions, waking up next to
sheets marked in chalk, post-it notes
placed around the house of where
we should have held hands, made
love, crumbled into one another.
this is bipolar disorder at it's finest,
"i love you."
point blank sentences, curl them around
our tongues, the royal court reading out
queen of the bipolars,
king of anxiety disorder.
[fuck they've caught us on pages,
a hundred stories long.]
there's our throne, laden in blood, crack
children's eyes across our crowns, the
king's jewels all in a row.
what now. what now. what now.
oh right. time to rule. your hair makes
a finely tuned floss, ripping unneeded particles
from crevices, abyss lovers cradled in tumbleweeds.
PDSU - MonsterOrihime sat at the table, her head resting on its smooth cool surface. She had hoped it would help with the faint throbbing that threatened to drive her crazy. It didn’t. She squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks warmer than before.PDSU - Monster7 years ago in Romance More Like This
She couldn’t believe that she and Szayel…they had…
Even now the whole situation felt surreal. The feeling of Szayel’s lips on hers. His tongue making slow, soft circles into her neck. His fingers pressing into her hips. A shudder ran down Orihime’s spine. Thinking about was not helping.
She sat up, sighing.
What had she gotten herself into? Their kiss wasn’t merely a kiss. It was a kiss. But what did that mean? Was it possible that she was starting to have feelings for—
Orihime stopped herself before she could finish that thought. No. Szayel was their enemy. And yet, the more she tried to deny it, the clearer it was that…perhaps…just maybe...
She crossed the room and lay down on the
Lovely Insomniait's four AM andLovely Insomnia5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my mind is screaming your name
hoping to be heard
crashonce, happinesscrash6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
then he came
with dark hair
and darker smiles,
his bright blue eyes
lit up when
I walked in
oh, the things
we did in the
(the light of
day would have blushed
had it seen)
we swallowed each
other whole like
bottles of bad
medicine, the kind
that makes fools
jump off buildings
trying to fly
but we were greedy,
gorging on each
other until we
left with him
now I dream
of happiness as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
chickenhe so feared beingchicken7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trussed up like a
by her need for affection
that he accidentally
slit his own throat
in his frantic attempt
to escape it
evangelistyour mouth burns mine,evangelist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stringent as Isaiahs coals,
dropping new truths on my tongue
to slide down my throat
and explode in my belly,
blasphemies that reveal windows
into the domains of unknown gods,
opening doors into strange heavens
I long to enter despite the knowledge
of my coming
EundrickEundrick4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There were things that couldn't be explained, take for example almost always, why is the sky blue or why do things seem to work this way? Life is a box full of surprises waiting to happen, whether it be something day to day or it be an object that blooms and grows within the mind, due to experiences by the person or emotions. These thoughts run in circles across my mind, thoughts seemingly endless, unbound by reality. It intrigues me so, just like a splinter in my mind. One cannot go through the day without thinking upon a thought.
Thoughts can be expressed in waves or circuits, just like a computer data base; a thought racing through the brain, unlimited and full of knowledge, waiting to be uncovered. Even the very existence of thought enthralls my mindset. I sit here thinking of the "code-like" waves, stimulated in the brain. The human mind is vast and mysterious. Seemingly linked together perfectly in the days and commotions o
NumbFamily, everybody has one. Some people may have a small, close-knit family. Others may not even know theirs. Mine was large enough to run a circus. See, my mom was one of five sisters, and her mother was one of nine siblings. Yes, nine. Despite two of her brothers dying in WWII, the remaining six had between two to four children each. Including my mom and aunts, the grand total came to a whopping twenty-four. And they had children giving me a total cousin count of eighty-seven, a number that seems to grow by the year. And that’s just my mom’s side of the family. There are so many of us we have to have a family reunion every year just so we won’t forget whom everyone is.Numb9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, not all of them come to the reunion, but the crowd that does show up is still enough to start our own civilization, and certainly large enough to make my Great-Uncle John’s farm feel like the size of a tennis court. The event felt more like a festival than a family gathering. In fact, there
lines lines lines lies.so tell me boy, did you carve pretty poetry in your wrists, too?lines lines lines lies.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've seen your masochistic smile and bags of worry under those green green eyes-
do they ever fall apart?
you're a stone- faced gargoyle and i am notre dame and we co-exist in
a way that we destroy each other, one limestone chip at a time.
tell me if you long for silence because my words only make you feel emptier than before because they're so meaningless-
but boy, the only thing i have left are words and if they aren't enough
then i never will be.
i need to see your hands so that i can tell if you've given up
because i've come to realize that the truth is only told in your palms
and those green green eyes can lie their way straight
through to my stone-cold heart.
when silence holds you by the very tips of your toes
and threatens with her golden teeth to let you slip slip slip away in
to the black abyss of quiet
she sings you a song you'll never hear twice-
of raindrops floating through clouds and radio lines of love.
heartburnlove wordsheartburn6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my teeth like
my tongue until
the taste leeches
into my blood
like the poison
cold kissesI walk beneathcold kisses7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a leaden sky,
falls on my
I run from
numbsometimes it feels likenumb5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
somehow, someway, i forget
what living feels like.
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
You are my powerYou are my power4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have never felt how much I missed you all that time.
Since now, I haven't fully understood the loss of you. And how weak I am without you.
You have changed my entire life. You have stopped the rain.
But you're gone. There was nobody to protect me from the rain even if I was supposed to protect you. Sometimes, I wonder who protects each other the most?
I'm so pathetic... Without any power, any purpose... Oh, sorry. I have a purpose. Protecting my friends. But how can I do that without any strenght?
I used to protect them before we've met. But I couldn't do nothing when the real danger appeared.
Now, I'm here. In a doll house. Isn't it ironic? I'm chasing up by guy called Mr. Pork. Geez, who have I become without you?
Pride. I can't say I have more pride than before, can I? Byakuya could say more about this topic.
You are my only pride...Even if I think about Inoue, Chad, Ishida, about how I have saved them, about the things I should be proud of...
But, now I'm
i want to need to need to wantI need: double A batteries,i want to need to need to want5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a screwdriver, and a bottle
of gin. Make that a double.
Make me a sandwich, extra
rum. Make me an alcoholic.
Kill my liver. Hello, cirrhosis.
You know how much I hate
poison, hate you. You know
how much I need
I need: five more minutes,
please. I need: to write a
poem that makes sense. I
need: somebody to tell me
how "needing" differs from
"wanting", how "addiction"
differs from "obsession" or
how "you" differs from you
I want: the one without quotation marks
Digging Deep (III) - Bottoming OutDigging Deep (III) - Bottoming Out1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Back inside her apartment, Reiko had heard Haruhi’s boisterous ultimatum as she made her way to her bedroom. “What was that?” the man on the phone asked. “Er, nothing, nothing Higa. Just some noisy neighbors…” Reiko’s disdain for Yuki and her friends seemed to only increase with every encounter. “So, you were saying?”
“I talked it over with some of my contacts. From what you’ve shown me thus far, I’d say five million yen is a decent estimate.”
“F-five million?” Reiko breathed. ‘I’ll be able to pay off my debt and have plenty of money to spare!’ Something else about the price had the woman thinking. ‘Higa was probably trying to act nonchalant and business-like, but all of those questions…’ “So, you’re
hopefulyou're like hot chocolatehopeful6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a cold night
you warm me through
and make me
CultureWe are unableCulture2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to grasp the entire world:
our arms are too short.