bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.bipolar hearts.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.
and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.
and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.
i watched her pick at her fingernails for too long, and always decided i would leave as soon as they started bleeding. her arms are full of scars where she thought she felt something crawling up her skin, only to find she was still alone. i told her i was here, but she turned over(and i can still hear her uneven breathing)
and she told me she was <i>
Fairytale LoverWe were the starsFairytale Lover5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of our eternal night
Time ceased to exist
all else faded away,
secure in my arms
until i open my eyes
to a blankness
mirroring my heart;
the reverie i clutched
a mere shadow
a decrepit dream.
a sharp reminder
this residue of
The WorldThe World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once I held the world in my hands
Then I drop it
It shattered into a million pieces
I fell down up on my knees
Trying so desperately to sweep up broken bits
Gathering each pieces so carefully with my fingertips
Trying to mend the world back up again
With my tears and blood I cried
But no matter how hard I try
The world will never be the same
Broken, crack, chip and pieces missing
I cradle it in my arms
For I am the one who did the world harm
I held the world once in my hands
Then I drop it
[Livius x Nike] The Sun King and his Rain Queen[Livius x Nike] The Sun King and his Rain Queen7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: Includes references to the anime…but not based entirely on the storyline.
"GET OUT!" Nike screamed and slammed the door on Livi. He sighed and knocked on the door of their bedroom. After a minute or so, Nike opened the door dressed in her sleepwear. Her face was flushed as she glared daggers at him.
"What? Can't a husband sleep in his bedroom?" he asked. He smirked when she was lost for words. Nike pointed a finger accusingly at him.
"I-It's called privacy," she exclaimed. "You… you stupid perverted brat!" she continued, staring at the carpet.
She blushed when they made eye contact. Somehow after they kissed yesterday, she was feeling uneasy around him. She shook the thought off and lowered her finger.
"Nike" Livi said. She looked up curiously at him. 'What does he want now?' Nike thought.
He gently pulled her orange hair, hanging on top of her shoulder and brought her down for a kiss. Jus
messages.it's twenty degrees outside, and when he breathes into the air, the smoke spells sex.messages.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but not the loving kind, the kind where taking a shower just isn't enough to get the smell of him off of me.
he's all wrapped up into disney movie, magic shit. when i know that he is just some dirty subliminal message, and i'll get sucked in.(but i'll tell myself it's not my fault, because my sub-conscious should be more aware, and i'll pinch myself to make sure i'm sleeping.)
i know that's not right. (anything to keep me asleep)
if and when he holds my hand he squeezes 3 times, and that means "i love you." and i am aware that i should squeeze back 3 times because that is just courteous to do. but for some reason i squeeze once, and that just means, "okay."
(there is this part of me that wishes my subconscious could catch
Jefferson Quotes"Because art is a form of expressing ideas, and using taxpayers' money to promote ideas they may disagree with is immoral and violates their rights. Such misuse of taxpayers' money is a violationnot a promotionof freedom of speech. As Thomas Jefferson explained, 'To compel a man to furnish contributions of money for the propagation of opinions which he disbelieves and abhors, is sinful and tyrannical." -Thomas JeffersonJefferson Quotes4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not. " -Thomas Jefferson
"It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes. A principle which if acted on would save one-half the wars of the world." -Thomas Jefferson
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them. " -Thomas Jefferson
"My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much
DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised September 2014)DW's Guide on Art Commissions7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART. I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful. I'll try to update this guide once a year. Please look at the title to see when this was last revised.
DISCLAIMER: ***READ ME PLEASE***
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. I wish the very best for the commissioner and the commissioned.
Table of Contents:
Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission
Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites
Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Screen Your Candidates
Phase 5: Communication with the Artist
Phase 6: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
DaffodilsDaffodils2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,watching you spin.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)
your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.
but i never really ever offer to leave, either.
there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to get mad at you for giving in to such conforming types of art.
but now i just let you go, because last time i actually made you cry.
"would you rather fly, or read minds?" i told you i'd rather read minds, and know what everyone thinks, because you can fly on a plane anyday, but no one ever thinks the same.
Iron HeelIron Heel3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But to return to my indictment. If modern man's producing power is a thousand times greater than that of the cave-man, why then, in the United States to-day, are there fifteen million people who are not properly sheltered and properly fed? Why then, in the United States to-day, are there three million child laborers? It is a true indictment. The capitalist class has mismanaged. In face of the facts that modern man lives more wretchedly than the cave-man, and that his producing power is a thousand times greater than that of the cave-man, no other conclusion is possible than that the capitalist class has mismanaged, that you have mismanaged, my masters, that you have criminally and selfishly mismanaged. And on this count you cannot answer me here to-night, face to face, any more than can your whole class answer the million and a half of revolutionists in the United States. You cannot answer. I challenge you to answer. And furthermore, I dare to say to you now that when I have finished y
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore.
(because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.
charlotte's first b
Not AliveShe is not alive, just pretends to live...Not Alive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
partially, out of the habit,
partially, because once she really desired to be.
Still, she doesn't breathe,
doesn't blink and sits still,
almost like a dead bird in the cage,
on her windowsill.
And if someone would look at her long enough,
they would say: a pretty doll, nothing more.
She is not alive, but plays the role
and day after day prolongs
taking the last bow,
saying fare thee well...
Instead she remains, a puppet...
Pretty puppet, its strings moved by the skeleton fingers.
Cause even though she lingers, she is not alive...
and she wasn't so,
for a long, long time.
universe, thanks for having mei think that we are actually born enlightened,universe, thanks for having me4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
but because our muscles are too frail and our bones too brittle
we can do little about it
then society kicks in,
and being the perfect humans that we are, we learn to learn.
we go to school and eventually forget the knowledge that we were born with.
tell me, when they taught you about newton's apple, didn't you go
'well i could've figured that out'
the truth lies in the simplest of things,
things as simple as a child's mind.
i'd like to have stayed that way
i'd like to still believe that the cardboard box lying in my back garden
is going to fly me to jupiter one day,
i'll make a pit stop at neptune and fly further,
further, further and out of the galaxy.
stare at the vast gleam of light
and feel what it is probably like
to be a new born baby again.
i feel overwhelmed by the beauty of this planet,
this universe that we live in and
i feel powerless when i try to solve its mysteries.
when my mother gave birth to
DepressionRed water, white medsDepression7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lick, taste the imperfection
Clean trash is still trash
mertha.i like to seperate my thoughts into names, to keep them in order.mertha.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lonliness is named mertha, and she'd like to meet you.
mertha sits by me on my bed and we draw pictures of tulips and snails and wonder when that math test was. she takes my hand and grips it slowly, while singing that song my mother use to sing when i was 4.
(and i wonder exactly how she knew the words.)
mertha walks with me in the rain and understands that i don't like to be asked questions in the morning. sometimes when i'm sitting in the bathtub with no running water she won't leave me alone, and mertha knows that she is unwelcome.
(but she stays because she knows i'll come back to her)
she hangs over my head when i'm getting dressed in the morning. mertha pulls on my flabby skin and reminds me t
UnionUnity is the desireUnion2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No other goal do we aspire
Industrial Unity at last
One Big Union to seal away the past
Never again shall the many toil for the few
lightening bolt eyes.he has lightening bolt eyes and one fucking killer smile.lightening bolt eyes.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
let me introduce you to whom i call "fire-fly."
he has ice white skin and something about the way his hair falls that makes me wish mine would conform to such a beauty.
looking at you for so long makes me feel. Really feel.
he calls them fire-flies but i say lightening bugs.
fire burns hot against his skin, and i can feel the heat in his heart
but lightening bolt eyes can destroy you.
but god, it's so beautiful first, but only at first.
he calls me his "freckled girl" and i call him my heart
and he says that i shine underneath the sun
like it was made for me, and only me
but he has telescope eyes, and those can see to the stars.
he has razor blade hip bones and they stab into me while i dream
lightening bolt eyes and freckles like stars
and in my bed at midnight is the perfect galaxy
and for a second we make one constellation
MercyThe part behind me flickering,Mercy4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
delicate making me move.
To the water I keep listening,
carefully trying to prove.
I do not belong in your dish,
I am just an innocent fish.
CoexistI am better than you because:Coexist4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. I have a 'Co-Exist' bumper sticker on my Prius that includes a swastika, Soviet sickle and hammer, and Anarchist symbol because I don't just want to 'get along' with people; I want to get along with EVIL people (even if it means the death of innocent human beings).
2. I drive that Prius (even though I charge it on a grid that is powered by a coal-driven power plant).
3. This is my dream, and when I 'die' I'll be riding the 'kick' up to the next level of my dream, and you are just inhabiting this one.
4. I'm a digital environmental artist and everything I create is made possible because of a coal-burning power plant (unless I am French; then it would be nuclear!).
5. I drive a sub-compact car and put myself and those that ride with me in harms way every time I use it.
6. I drink 'fair-trade' coffee and tea. Wait, I don't drink tea any more because those racist people made a part
SlideSlide across my skinSlide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though you don't cause me to heal from within
Blade, you don't understand the situation I'm in
I don't know why I let you hurt me again and again
But somehow I have to feel this pain
Slide across my skin
I let the blood surface for this purpose
I want to slide, slip off this ledge
Jump off the edge
Slide into the water who embraces me
Into the water who embraces me the way no-one ever has
The way no-one ever will
No-one gets hurt, no-one gets hurt, just like taking a pill
My mind is ill, and all will be still, all will be still
The water is pure and innocent
It is calm, it means no harm
My blood mingles, tingles
I am jane doe, the girl you never get to know
I die but you never knew I existed
Because the invisible girl was never listed
The corpse slides to shore, your chance to see me is no-more
your chance to see me is no-more.