SORTEO 2O POINTSHoli! Ya sabrán que somos 1OO watchers, así que:SORTEO 2O POINTS2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
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[Bullet; Pink] Tenerme en +watch [Added to my devWatch!]
[Bullet; Pink] Dar a [+fav] a esta deviantion de literatura
[Bullet; Pink] Hacer un journal con el link de esta daviantion diciendo que participen de mi sorteo [Bookdiva]
[Bullet; Pink] Comentá "Yo participo" o algo así (?) [Pencil]
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[damphyr] El sorteo terminará el 1O de octubre (un día antes de mi cumple ^^)
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She Should've Said YesShe was greeted by a warm smile, "Say you love me..."She Should've Said Yes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl bit her lip, "I don't think I can."
The smile faltered, "But.... why not...?"
"I know that you love somebody else more," murmured the girl, the hard words sticking in her throat.
There was silence, before, "If I have you then I won't need him."
She was dubious, "You'll always need him."
"No, I won't," A glimmer of a grin danced once more upon the lips, "Because your words will guide me away from copper sin and although my eyes are grey and apt to wander yours are brown and bright enough to hold my attention forever."
"I can't, I know that you'll never love me in the same way that you love him," her eyes were tearful, "but if I agree to love you what will happen if I find somebody else who loves me? Loves me properly and entirely? Whilst I'm tied to you and your treacher
Se fue:cBueno pues estoy SUPER triste:cSe fue:c2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Porque por una de las personas por las que estoy aqui, se ha ido, no se si irme ya que ella era una de las razónes por estar aqui, ahora que se ha ido, no se que haremos sus fans:c
Gracias a una persona, que ahora todo mundo ODIA ella se ha ido....
Si, hablo de Yahi:c Ella! Ella era, es y seguira siendo una de mis idolas!:3
Lamentablemente por la idiotez de una persona se va:c
Si ves esto Yahi! Yo te seguire apoyando para TODO(:
TE AMAMOS YAHAIRA!<3
Written LoveItalic represents the inner depths of our emotions, an endless well of truth. Within lies the rawest image of the self, the naked reality of vulnerability, doubt and discovery.Written Love7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Will I ever find love? Am I destined to be alone forever?
It also depicts instant sparks of thought, blurted words mute to the world.
Shes cute! I wonder if she could ever like someone like me. Did she just smile back at me? Was she being polite, or ?
Bold equals bravery, chance and gamble; the lion heart in which shaky words express daring suggestions, challenging the fate of solitude.
Want to go for a coffee sometime?
Can I call you again?
Bold lettering calls for faith, hope and trust. Self esteem brings it out, jumping from the white of paper, but even the timid can brave life with its encouraging energy.
Underline is exclamation. It is the reaction to news, the call of passion or the declaration of triumph. It can be coupled with t
Little Birdit's safe in hereLittle Bird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't go outside
these bars will protect you
from the demons that hide
trust me darling
these bars are your friends
they've been here your whole life
they'll be here till the end
don't play with that latch
no keep your hands away
my darling little robin
you promised you'd stay
you gave your word
that you'd tweet and twitter
so sing me your song
my perfect little critter
you listen so well
for that you have my word
i'll keep you locked up
and safe little bird
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
daughterI find her in my kitchen, one ordinary morning with the harsh winter sun tipping full through the window. I haven't seen her for six months, and yet here she is, bruised knees pulled up under her chin, the light pouring through her hair like dull bronze. Despite the cold she is only wearing shorts and an old gray t-shirt, two sizes too big. Upon hearing my footsteps she looks up from picking at her nails, covered in chipped black polish, multicolored threads and silver rings slipping down her wrists. Her hair is tangled and long; longer than I can ever remember, and she tucks it behind an ear studded with piercings that glint in the dark strands. Her face is still in the shadows but a smile breaks through the silence and for the smallest moment I am stunned by the sheer momentum of life; the scent of baby powder, fireflies in the live oaks at night, the first time I felt her weight in my arms in a hospital bed, her tiny heart beating like a butterfly against my palm.daughter6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have to sift
Up and Aparti.Up and Apart5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was four and you were two. My Ma says she remembers me saying how it was such a bother when we had a playdate because you'd take my animal crackers and mash them between your fingers and your mouth but you'd never eat any of them.
I was seven and you were five, and my Ma told me to find a rose to give to you so she could take a picture with her new camera. I couldn't find any, so I went to Old Alfred's field and picked a wildflower instead. But it had a bee, and you had allergies, and you stuffed the petals in my mouth after your Pa fixed you up with the Epipen.
I was twelve and you were ten. You went to a Catholic girls' school and you said if I kissed you on the mouth, you wouldn't tell my Pa about the magazines and the cigarettes you helped me steal; but you didn't tell me you would kiss back.
I was fifteen and you were thirteen, and even though we were tired from racing home on our bikes, you let me sneak you out into Old
A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi
RhythmsRhythmsRhythms3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are Everywhere
The Rhythm of Love
The Rhythm of Hate
The Rhythm of Life
The Rhythm of Death
They all have a Beggining
They all have an End
They can be Altered
Or left Alone
It's how one plays to the Beat
Simply AloneI am so tired of these cloudsSimply Alone3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hovering over me as if I wouldn't be found
Shading over me with their paint of grey and blue
Its really sad to say but...its not time to go home soon
I am so tired but what can I do?
When all I ever think is to just live my life new,
How am I suppose to do that?
How am I suppose to do that?
When all I can feel in my bones
Is that dullness of feeling simply alone.
The Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 1(r/s)- Rock songThe Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 13 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
(f/n) random friend name
I stood in front of the door, I took a deep breath and open the door. The room looked like a normal recording studio you would see. There was a long control panel with a bunch of button for a lot of thing. Then there was a door to the left of it. You could see into it because of the glass that i think was one way not sure if it is. Because of the glass you would see that the small closet like room was sound proof and had a microphone in it. On the other side of the room was a large couch it was likely made out of real leather but not sure. And on top of that I was the only one here.
“Maybe I got the wrong room or maybe they’re not here yet.” I went and sat on the couch to wait for a few minutes to see if I got the right room and they’re late. The the open and a tall man with red hair walked in.
”Hey you must be (y/n) it’s nice to meet yo
Dunno, you tell me what this is.I don't like being alone,Dunno, you tell me what this is.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I am constantly alone.
I want to converse with others,
But there is never anyone there,
So I talk to myself.
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so cold?
Why don't I have something to hug?
I hate winter,
But during the summer I say I like winter,
During the winter you just use more blankets.
I miss high school,
I miss being around people,
I miss people I disliked.
But I can't decide on what to eat,
Food is more appealing when shared with others.
This will now take a turn,
All I eaten today was a PB&J.
My mind just melted into my stomach,
I ate my own thoughts,
Distant Thunder. Canon FireI walked so softly out that grand bronze pipeDistant Thunder. Canon Fire3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
so the flowing waters but kissed the tips
between my trembling toes, then fluttered on
to burst through to the gentle, glowing light.
There, at pipe's bitter end, I saw it drop
a hundred thousand metres onto reddish soil.
A cold wind braced me. She fed my lungs.
still I was unprepared for what I was to see.
High up in the mountains, my pipe of bronze
thrusted out as a bony horn upon the cliff
carved around its mammoth jaw, the face:
a devil's toad spewing forth upon the land.
There I stood listening to gilded plains
whisper, rustle feathers softly to my ear...
...and distant thundering canon fire.
The UnderTakers (Pt 2)Morgan moved onto her stomach in her sleep, her head turned to its side and half her face pressed to the pillow. She moaned, her body sore. Her eyes slowly opened. Beside her, Luca laid unconscious. His chest rose and fell as he breathed slowly. Still half asleep, Morgan smiled. She closed her eyes again for a moment. Recollection of yesterday rammed into her head and she jumped up, startled! She looked around the room. It was a small sized room with stained renaissance wallpaper and old windows with spider weds in the corners. It only had a bed and a dresser, both stained wood. The bed was cotton white and the thin confider was pushed to the end of the bed. It was sunny outside. Morgan jumped up and ran to the window. It was a one story building in the forest, a dirt road continued on past the trees. Where the hell where they? Had they really been... Morgan held her hand to her mouth, remembering being suffocated. She looked around the room, her satchel was gone. She lookThe UnderTakers (Pt 2)3 weeks ago in Horror More Like This
The HoleAs I lay within the hole I now call my life I stare at the stars as the cold dirt scratches at my back. The sky is as beautiful as always because it provides me a sign of freedom, a luxury I cannot afford. I enjoy the glimmer of the night sky as much as the radiance of morning sun. Basically, when you are trapped in a hole with nothing but earth around you the sky becomes an extraordinary image. I dream beneath the moon and I shower under the warmth of the sun.The Hole3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Enough with the positive because the stars force me to enter the past. I do not understand how I got stuck within a hole. It can be because of my lack of decisions, my fear of bravery or the enemies I made. For some strange reason all I remember is waking up in a hole on a dark stormy night. The rain attacks my skin, my body shivers and my wet cloths prevent any chance of warmth. I do not call out for help because I am afraid. I hold my body in a ball as my hands rattle and tears poor from my eyes.
The first day within the hole