22don't you dare221 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
leave fake flowers over my grave
allow the weeds to grow and envelop me
because I will always be a sanctuary
for infectious things
Cold HandsYou are amiable; inviting.Cold Hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your smile is electric.
Your arms are compelling,
And your hands are always warm.
My hands are always cold.
Your voice is alluring,
And the way you laugh
Can always make me smile.
When you're with me,
I can't bear for you to leave.
Your eyes are so tempting,
But my hands are far too cold.
The words that you whisper
Almost make me feel human.
And they make me feel
Safe for a while,
But the moment you're gone,
All the warmth leaves with you,
For my hands are far too cold.
I am reclusive; damaged.
My body is fragile.
My heart is so calloused,
And my eyes are growing dull.
My hands are always cold.
Back in TimeIf only I could go back in time,Back in Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a time when the future was all mine.
I had choices to make and dreams to fulfill,
I was free to be me, to display my freewill.
Now, decisions have been made beyond my control,
Tell me, how did I dig myself into this hole?
I long to be free, free to be "me",
To be the "me" that I was meant to be.
OF Teaser : Angels Fell First : Covenant (CH1)OF Teaser : Angels Fell First : Covenant (CH1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THIS IS JUST A TEASER!!!! I'll only be posting the first 5 chapter teasers of this project.
The red wolf moon—the color of the blood in our veins, only brighter.
That’s what Skelly had told him in his youth when he’d asked about the crescent blade in the sky. He’d said it while tipping his wide-brimmed hat and lifting the boy up into those wiry arms. His breath had been a smoky whisper. “That’s your moon, Zev. You’re mother told me that a long time ago.”
“Why papa?” Skelly preferred Zev to use his given name, but it always felt more natural to him this way. Father...
The old man studied him for a moment, that familiar scowl returning to his already weathered eyes. “Because you’re chosen, boy.”
“Chosen for what...?”
Zev sprints down a shadowed alleyway, hoping the guards haven’t spotted him. His breath catches in his throat and he swallows dryly. Ahead of him, the all
GdybaniePowinnam byłaGdybanie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Zostawić pustą kartkę
Abyście wreszcie pomyśleli
Ale chyba poczulibyście się
Warriors 100 Themed ChallengeWarriors 100 Themed Challenge5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Clan camp
6. Medicine Cat
7. Senior Warrior
8. Junior Warrior
9. New Warrior
10. Medicine Cat Apprentice
13. Queen with Kits
15. New Litter
22. Four Trees
33. Full Moon
34. Moon Stone
37. Dog Pack
40. The Great Journey
41. Tribe of Rushing Water
43. Sun Drown Place
49. Lake Territories
50. Abandoned Twoleg Nest
53. Moon Pool
58. Tortoiseshell and White
68. Twoleg Place
69. Tree Cut Place
70. Solid Pelt Color
I, SylviaI, SylviaI, Sylvia3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I died,
I watched the moon fall
With the evening tide.
Away it slipped
To the other side -
Leaving the blood in my veins
I walked with knowledge
On sacred ground,
Wherever I looked
There was nothing,
Stars sang to me
I was alive
But I wasn't really,
When I died.
The universe rippled,
There is no reality
For creation to survive.
It wasn't that great,
Watching me die-
A Noir film in colour,
Still I am just broken glass
For you to cut dreams on,
And you are all bars
On my cage.
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
Sleep is better then deathWhy die when you can sleep.Sleep is better then death9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep itself is an escape.
Yes, you'll wake up and face reality.
But thats whats so good about it.
it's not permanent.
DollDo you honestly think, that you will change my thinking?Doll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you honestly believe you can keep belittling me
And treat me like your slave like you always did?
Let's face it you only talked to me when you wanted something
You can deny it as much as you want to, the fact is you still
After a while you told me yourself right
Did you think that I will just sit here take it forever
Like a DOLL.
That girl you knew is history.
I will admit I wanted to give you the world
That is no longer the case
But this fake respect, the fake mask
Is now more easy to spot than ever before
I know am showing you the real me.
It's Your turn.
Lose YourselfWhat's the point in leaving footprintsLose Yourself5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if no one's going to follow them?
And what's the point in screaming
if no one's going to hear you?
And what's the point in crying
if no one's going to wipe away the tears?
What's the point
in getting lost
if no one's going to notice you're missing?
if no one's going to come looking for you?
if no one's going to care?
Falling faster than your tears.
Pounding on the cement,
only sound louder is your heart.
Do all these houses look the same,
or have I been here before?
Feet scraping on gravel,
sound too loud to belong.
dancing a taunting waltz with the headlights.
Monsters creeping in alleyways.
No, just another lost soul.
I smile small, recieve a glare.
Do you know that sound?
It sets your hair on end,
clenches your stomach in it's claws,
the starting gun for your heart.
Tires, crunching ro
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
3puppets hang frozen31 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
where lovers lie, captured by
the ghosts of my mind
VoidI bit myself todayVoid5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just to see if I could still feel pain.
My jaw tightened, refusing to relinquish its prey,
Gripping harder, and harder.
My skin squished between my pearly instruments,
Yielding to their force.
My tongue tasted the salt present after a long day,
Slowly gliding over it's canvas.
Grip, Chomp, Gnash
Crush, Etch, Clench
I gaze at the after-mass.
Deep crevices follow one right after the other
to form a perfect circle of midnight hues.
The visual sends electric currents of understanding and reasoning soaring into my brain,
filing themselves within the appropriate lobes.
My eyes witness what should have been felt.
They show me I must be no more than a shell.
The world will not understand,
Because it will see me standing in its light.
But my soul is hiding, concealed in the shadows.
A Delightfully Obscene LifeA Delightfully Obscene Life12 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
By the time highschool ended I had already become some sort of urban legend. There were rumors of many incidents that involved me, directly or indirectly, that made people believe there was some kind of curse around me. The truth is I never did half the things they swore they had seen me do, and the other half was altered and exagerated. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the status and the power that came with it: some feared me, some worshipped me, many hated me, but all of them respected me.
Now, all legends have some truth to them, and my case wasn't at all the exception. I was always seen as the beautifulest encarnation of corruption, some kind of sick fallen angel. I posessed a number of intrisic qualities that awarded me with that mysterious and unholy condition. My mouth was lust and hatred at the same time, my eyes were just like dead sweetness, my voice was so harsh and apathetic that every word sounded like the beautifulest song. Both men and women wanted me, but not many were screwed
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
Ninja Training?..."...(sigh)"Ninja Training?...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Naruto Uzumaki was not usually one to get bored, or tired, or calm in any respect for that matter. You could even say the only time Naruto was still and calm was when he was sleeping. Everyone needed downtime however, and everyone also had times when they got bored-even Naruto. The few times Naruto did become bored, he often did bizarre and goofy things-and he always did them when he was alone.
As the spiky haired boy made his way through the narrow hallway connecting his bedroom and the bathroom to the living room/kitchen, he tilted his head back and gave a loud and tedious yawn. After wiping the tears that formed in his eyes from it afterwards, he grasped the cold metal zipper of his orange jumpsuit and pulled up. Getting no give, he groaned and used his other hand to pull the jumpsuit straight, and from there unzipped the layer of clothing, and tossed it aside over the top of his couch lazily.
"Geez...when is Kakashi Sensei gonna take off that mask..." The boy gru
Evanescentonly the mostEvanescent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful of creatures
live the shortest.
red roses and quivering
butterflies and other
useless things, like the
way she wishes on every star
she sees for a different
soul because she can't stand
the way it's rotting inside.
and it's only when
the thorns beneath her skin
start to bleed that her
monsters whisper, "have
you ever trembled, my dear?"
because they know
for every whimper that hides
faintly in the dark,
there is a pair of lips stretched
into a smile pretending
that all that is beautiful
is timeless and unbroken.
Shards of glassI take a step closer to the fallen warrior in front of me, already having been taken down by my powerful blade. I can feel sweat dripping from the pores of my skin underneath my helmet, but it is a feeling I already became accustomed to a long time ago. They slowly ooze down my skin, making it past the helmet and then under my iron armour. It still doesn’t bother me, as I became used to the feeling a long time ago. As my adversary struggles to get his sword again I take another step forwards, towards him. I already have my weapon, a heavy sword that I wield easily with both of my hands, clutched tightly. I stare at the human nonchalantly, feeling nothing. I became used to this a long time ago. I hear the crowd sitting around the fighting arena cheer wildly, knowing as well as me what the outcome of this will be.Shards of glass2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You’re just a piece of filth! A monster!” The man who, is still lying on the ground, shouts as he desperately tries to grab his sword. A folly matter,
Merely Players - pt. 2 By my tenth birthday my makeup case had increased in size and was used more often. Not only did the I'm Not Scared remain in place, I darkened it and added even more colors to my face like I'm Not Lonely, I Can Take Care Of Myself and Nothing Can Hurt Me. I had to put on two coats of the last one. I put it on in my bedroom after I had exhausted my tear ducts. I put it on after my best friend turned on me, spreading vicious lies and telling my darkest secrets to the world. Nothing Can Hurt Me was a deep crimson color, and made my lips look like they had been stained with blood.Merely Players - pt. 24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
When I turned sixteen that's when the brushes were given to other people. That was when they began to paint my features; when I allowed them to paint my features. The Fashion Industry, with her perfectly manicured hand grasping the
Midnight EscapadesHello moon,Midnight Escapades3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Good bye sun,
The day is gone,
The night has begun.
Tonight we see,
A moonlit pair,
Two like souls,
A relationship fair.
The stars in their eyes,
No matter the weather,
Love from a distance,
They played at night,
Virtual wet dream,
Days husk forgotten,
Nights secret scene.
The night hides them,
A dark bed cover,
Good bye moon,
Night is done,
Morning's here too soon.