RelativityRelativity8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grandfather handed me his pocket watch
and spoke of how it saved his ass back in the day.
It was as old as his shoes
and its pointers flickered clumsily,
speaking a language I was yet to learn.
Son, war is a filthy ballet of dust and hissing bullets;
I swear, they were like flocks of doves whose grey wings
split the air into fractions.
I'm just damn grateful your grandma
woke me up one day and told me:
'My dear, when the fields are soiled
by the ever unforgiving rain of souls and lead,
think of this watch. My father gave it to me, you see.
I remember him telling me of how gorgeous my mother looked
as he took it from his pocket and the pointer struck noon.
"I swear she looked at me right there and then', he had said,
"and right there and then we fell in love'".
And I did. I had it with me when that little arrow
punched my chest so hard it threw me to the ground.
About time, too; I wouldn't be here if I had been standing there
for another second.
His eyes shatter
Gift for TearStainedGlass.Gift for TearStainedGlass.8 years ago in Teen More Like This
This has to be the worst Fall Out Boy concert ever for you.
Usually when girls give him heated stares or suggestive glances, you pay no mind because usually he either doesnt return them or just gives them a charming smile and focuses somewhere completely different.
But no. Its not like that tonight.
You remember this girl from a long time ago. She never liked you. You never liked her. You never wanted to see her again. End of story. But quite obviously, the unspoken story continued itself and here she is, giving him suggestive glances to your great discomfort. He should have just smiled and looked away but no. Hes returning the glances with heated stares. This bothers you to a point where you feel like you just want to get off the stage and slap her then go shake some sense into him. It bothers you even more because you hadnt even meant to look at them. It was just sort of an accident.
You silently plead in your mind for him to stop looking at her, hoping someho
Don't Forget MeDon't Forget Me.Don't Forget Me7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Ive had an imaginary friend since I was six years-old (which was around the time my mom left on her lifelong vacation to Spain). His name is Lethe; he told me so himself.
On the night he appeared at my bedside, his image was spectral and danced in the moonlight from my window like dust particles. Smiling a silvery smile, he slid over to my bed and, once out of the moonshine, seemed to solidify before my eyes. His hair was spun from water, and his eyes were the sterling scales of a fish, his skin the downy snow that falls from the sky in winter. He wasnt clothed in anything more than blue silk, which fell from his body like the cascade of a waterfall. His fingers were cool against my cheek when he reached out to touch the yellowish cobweb collected beneath my eye. The bruise throbbed a little under his fingertips, which caused me to wince, and he asked me if I wanted a lulla
Pink HeartsPINK HEARTSPink Hearts8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your Conscience Just
Winter - AkuRoku xmas oneshotWinterWinter - AkuRoku xmas oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm Tetsuya Nomura and I have to go through all this trouble to write a fanfiction about my own characters and not make it happen in the game why? Because I'm not him and I don't own those characters that's why.
Warning: AkuRoku romance below. Boy-boy relationship. Rated PG-13 for language.
Winter was Roxas' favorite season. This is the time of the year when everywhere is decorated with pleasant, enthusiastic and cheerful lights. This is when people stop their hustling in life and pay a little affectionate attention to their beloved ones. This is when the wind blows so strongly against the workingmen's faces that they shuffle their feet faster to get home where their sweet family will be waiting for them. This is the time when delicate fragments of snow descend neatly down from the sky outside while Roxas could stay warm his apartment, sitting behind the m
Love Is... A Peterick Story"Patrick?" Pete asked as they layed in the feild wachin the pink and orange sunset. "What's up babe?" "What is love?" Patrick blinked clearly confused at the question. But he had to answer. So he replied, "Well, love is when I wake up to your smiling face in the morning." Pete lightened up. "Really?" "Yea. Love is your eyes under the rain. Filled with pure joy and contentment." Pete snikered. "Well I do love the rain." "A little too much." They laughed and Patrick sighed. "Baby, love is also when you laugh." He looked down embarrassed. "It makes my soul soar." "Wow. Tricky you do have a way with words. Patrick blushed and shrugged. "Well I don't know...." Pete pulled his body closer to his best friend in the whole entire universe and said, "I know what love is really. It's just spending time with the only person I could really love and waching the beautiful sunset." "Yeah. Love is really knowing you are in good hands." "And love is being able to do this." Pete placed a soft but eager kLove Is... A Peterick Story8 years ago in General More Like This
Six WordsMy walls are ice; yours, steam.Six Words8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Fuck LoveFuck Love8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My leg hurts, and it's not even the leg that I smashed on the hard wood floor this morning, while jumping out of bed to stop you from leaving. Maybe this is my memoir of you, my last hurtful memory to think of you by. They always did say that love hurts.
Behind my pretty smile, there's a thick film coating my teeth; and I can't help but run my tongue over it to see if it tastes like you. I'm not sure if it does or not, 'cause my taste buds become extinct after I open a bottle of tequila, and half of it is gone. Slurred words and teary eyed expressions are all that is left of me.
And I'm sure that you think it's not your fault. It's never your fault. Nothings ever your fault.
But when I could feel my heart beating inside my stomach, and my tongue became hot and bitter as my temples were pulsating; I clenched my teeth and thought of you.
You: the one whose name had been written on my heart with a number two pencil. Everyone knows that pencil markings fade away through time. Just like
wirelessI.wireless8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we weren't looking for Kevin Bacon,
weren't trying to find a way--
it was just ten steps
to no one in particular.
looking for damn connections,
screw chaos theory.
I'm gonna find me some sense.
less than three percent of potential
rapists are willing to commit murder
if you are in a situation where you feel that such a person
committing such a crime on you is possible
Heading on. +story+Heading on. +story+7 years ago in General More Like This
Now I sit here, my headphones close to my ears. I shiver. Its cold inside. The door slowly opens. I look up, and wave my hair before my eyes. So he wont see.
The person walks to me and kneels. Are you ok?. I nod.
Then, another person comes in. And stays, standing, looking, wondering at me.
My ipod changes the music. Perfect.
The person kneeling in front of me has decided to leave me alone. Alone with the other guy.
After a few minutes, of creeping time. I look up. He looks back.
Still, nothing happens, peaceful but tighten at the same time.
His dark brown eyes piercing mine. My baby blue eyes piercing his.
Calm. Just be calm. I put off my headphones. As it lies next to me, you can softly here the song.
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
Without any thinking, plan, or composition. I run towards him and strangle him into a big soaking hug.
My tears soaking his shirt all over. My tears slowly making their path trough his face.
I knew it, war
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
For Everything She BreathedHe made things for her, beautiful thingsFor Everything She Breathed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that could break if anyone but he or she touched them.
Little wooden animals and music boxes
and silk dresses laden with lace
and so much love for everything she breathed.
He brought her flowers from the garden
for her soft colors and delicate hands---
for her blue eyes that were losing sight
and for her pale skin, translucent skin,
almost fading into her white sheets,
blue shades dancing across the surface of her face
when the curtains allowed moonlight into her life.
She was dying.
When he held her hand it felt as if it could slip away,
slip through, as if she was disappearing
from all the things he gave her,
from so much love for everything she breathed.
And she would smile and ask him quietly
how the sun felt and the colors---
and the being able to see everything he created,
all the beautiful things he created.
And he would answer quietly that it was all for her---
the colors and the flowers by the bed
and the reading her the stories
Dying inside...I want to bleed,Dying inside...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to die,
To slit my wrists,
And say goodbye,
I hate my life,
I want to shout,
I want leave,
I just want out,
Id run the blade,
Alone my vein,
I'd bleed to death,
And end my pain,
I'd fall asleep,
I'd never wake,
It seems to me,
The choice to make,
I feel like this,
I don't know why,
And every night,
I sit and cry,
I sob and wish,
The pain away,
But as it seems,
It's here to stay,
It's all too much,
I cannot cope,
I'm out of faith,
I'm out of hope,
And things won't change,
They never will,
10 years could pass,
Id be here still,
I'll always feel,
Inside my heart,
As if my life's,
Been torn apart,
So this is it,
The end for me,
And only death,
Can set me free.
Chelsea MorningMorning tea comes too soonChelsea Morning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a slap of newsprint
at my door
while twenty floors below
some sweet young thing
promises the end of the world
on a postcard.
If these walls could talk
I would probably weep
because the paint
has not been seen in years
and covers nothing.
My pillow is a thin buffer
against the noise next door,
and down the hall
I can hear the maid
flick her ashes
down the laundry chute,
slipping the matches
into her bra
and praying the guy in 113
did not dream of her again
all over his sheets.
My blanket weighs a ton
and the elevator grinding
to a halt
is my last stab
at anything rational.
This must be how Joey felt
or maybe Sid.
You know -
funky in a beat up sort of way,
the mattress upstairs
and last night
taking up too much space
in my mouth.
I LoVe YouI LoVe You11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sweetest word is your name.
And the greatest thing is your love.
All the lonely tears that have escaped my eyes have made me who I am,
One to love you more.
All the times I felt I've found the one,
And all the times I've mourned over a bleeding heart,
All the things I've wished I've done,
And all the things I wished I hadn't helps me love you with purity and certainty.
All the times we fight feels like we're gambling our lives.
I hope we never lose.
I love you so much,
I love you with all my faults and all my achievements.
I love you with all that I am.
I love you for who you are.
I hope in the quietest of the night
when I whisper out to you you know just what to do.
You listen to hear my voice echoing how much I love you.
Battle RoarI don't talk about my feelingsBattle Roar4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Because I've been blessed
Being depressed is nothing
When you've been oppressed
The world becomes worse exponentially
And its up to me to rally the resistance verbally
Listen to what I have to say
Think of that African boy when you pray
Know that this world has entered a state of decay
They are working with the devil to lead us astray
White is no longer pure
Africa feels sore
Nobody is bothered enough to find a cure
And they let the blood pour
And we just sit here and ignore
Come on Ummah! Show us what unity is for!
Let us hear your battle roar!
War after war nobody clears the debris
I wish I were blind so I'd have an excuse not to see
All the stones being thrown around me
While I'm in my glass house thinking I'm truly "free"
Surrounded by news of a subjective nature
On every opinion there seems to be some mainstream curvature
I can't trust CNN, BBC, Fox or the Times
All I can do is sit here and write my rhymes
Knowing that today, speaking the truth is a
PhobicSo if you're Islamophobic I feel bad for you sonPhobic4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've got ninety-nine problems but Islam isn't one
I've got an ignorant preacher trying to burn the Quran
No Hijab in France because those are ban
Bill O'Reilly says 9/11 is an Islamic blame
With slander like that it just degrades his fame
Let's bring this Islamic hate to a zero
No I'm not a revolutionist or a hero
I just want to witness a mosque be built near ground zero
My questions is how do you get people to understand this faith called Islam
When the media would cram
Bias ideas done by fanatics
Are to find
Of less educated
And leave their brains contaminated
With extremist ideals
Yet part of society feels
That Islam is a national threat
Well if that's their mind set
No wonder we're persecuted which is no fun
Now with all this Islamphobia I hold my tongue
I've got ninety-nine problems but Islam isn't one
Ninety-nine problems but Islam isn't one
If you're Islamophobic I feel bad for you son
I've got ninety
Text- RealizeText- Realize8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you ever tried so hard to do the right thing,
that some how you end up doing the exact opposite?
Some how no matter what I do,
I set my self up for the worse.
I never had someone to truely be honest with,
never had someone know what I needed when I was down,
never knew how to trust,
I realized I never let anyone do those things for me,
I didn't even know how to do so for my self.
I was scared of being hurt.
I was scared that fate it's self held no future for me,
no one to truey love me.
Some how I gave up the fight before it even began.
I'm not perfect,
and everyone makes mistakes.
I dont let anyone in my mind and heart,
becuase if they ever do hurt me,
It wont pain me as much.
My past tends to haunt me,
I'm scared to fall so hard for someone that...
there would be nothing left to smile about,
and nothing left to dream so sweetly about.
To hope that one day the true meaning of love,
will flow through out my heart.
And would feel so real,
and like n
paper-thinThe following story is a work of fiction. All events and inhabitants are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or supernatural, is entirely coincidental. Take my word for it: it's all made up. Never mind what the story says.paper-thin9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
ACT I; Scene 1
This is a true story. I have recorded everything as it happened and have neither added nor removed anything.
We open upon an opened home: imagine an apartment building minus the fašade, like a doll-house, its rooms exposed for the divine female from beyond to reach inside and pose its plastic inhabitants in humorous situations. We do not see the little girl playing with her little world, but we can picture her: blond, of course, and pony-tailed, immersed in her own miniature play. She breathes life into those static toys and settles their fates between luncheon and dinner.
She is not malevolent.
Let us inspect the house again. Barbie and Ken have ne
Sincerely YoursHow I crave a stranger to call me out,Sincerely Yours5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
speak soft senseless sentences about
wishes that I made on pretty little lights
fallen fast to ground far beyond town houses
and condo complexes
and city lights that block out everything but the harvest moon
I want secret words spoken about
every coin I've thrown into a fountain
and every eye I've caught hoping to find
my very own god fallen to earth.
I begin the day like the bottom portion of a ripped letter, tattooed with last minute thoughts and curiously left out of the envelope due to similarly last minute confessions. Hastily scribbled signatures promise love and sincerity and forevermore and as I search for a clean shirt I wonder what exactly I did last night.
As far as I know, I spent hours wishing on meteors and then went down to the lake to toss in pennies when I ran out of falling stars.
Then, I ran out of pennies and went back home to open a new bottle of wine.
Now that I think back, I'd probably have less of a headache right now if I'
The RunLet me tell you of the tailor run.The Run5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The wind and seas are coming down from a rage.
Turmoil is everywhere and this shoreline, which I love like a poem, memorised, is a discourteous place. The air crackles statically on my hair and skin. I could be on a faraway planet. It smells of Cambrian times. Seabirds wheel high like tiny fighter jets, miniscule SR-71s, then, flay themselves through the sea's skin. The booming swell comes and goes, as I stand in a lost memory, echoes of a low incendiary growl. While I rig my 12 foot "big" with the 3 ounce spinner, the atmospheric frenzy relays itself to the baitfish. Whitebait. They are coiling and roiling outside the break, in an organic and measured ballet.
Tailor streamlined predator .pelagic superfighter.
The fancy spinner will tempt with clarity and glamour, as it flicks through the glitterfish,. I notice that the sand is cold and causing pain up and through my shinbones. Better that I am knee-deep and numb for this action.
I ponder on
VespertineIf I start flossing with violin strings so that my words will be musical, will Mother drive me to the asylum? And when she drives me to the asylum, will you come with me? And as I pull out my nails and smear the blood on my eyelids, will you listen to my despair, the rantings of pathetic poetic me?Vespertine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I punch myself in the eyes so that I can see the stars on city nights, and use their wishes to bring you here. Sometimes I open my mouth on rainy days to catch Mother Nature's tears. Even if it melts my mask away and taints my virgin tongue, will you love me? Its all I don't have and all I need, and quite frankly, I think it just may drive me mad.
Wrap your arms around me because you can. Hold me tight, I feel no shame so never let me go
even when I bite and kick and scream, never let me go. Love me, love me when I'm savage.