Bella's Poem To Edward Bella's Poem To EdwardBella's Poem To Edward6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll love you forever, eternity, be mine
I know nothing about you, except twenty different ways to describe your eyes.
You're made of stone, yet you don't crumble at my touch,
And when the sun is shining, you glitter so much.
Dangerous you may be, sparkling in the light,
But I can't help it my love, I want to be your first delight.
You've waited unrealistically too long,
Even wrote me my very own song.
You know, sex before marriage is the new age thing,
But old fashioned you are, even though you look seventeen.
I feel that I haven't mentioned anything about your eyes yet...
They're like fathomless natatoriums of braise, brighter than when we first met.
My hormones, they rage, but death do us part is the line I will say,
Because when it comes to you, you'll always get your way.
Without you I am nothing, even though I don't even know your favorite color.
But, if I had to guess, I'd say it was the color of your eyes during the summer.
Either way, Edward my l
Relationships are like PokemonJust about anyone who matters knows that the defining characteristic of Pokemon is that they evolve into harder, better, faster, stronger Pokemon. What many don't know (those who don't play the Pokemon games) is that if you give a Pokemon an item called an "everstone," that Pokemon will never, ever evolve.Relationships are like Pokemon6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
With that said, lets look at the Pokemon known as Caterpie (you could look at Weedle or Wurmple, but I hate them, so screw them). It's a little, green worm Pokemon; a cutesy caterpillar the size of a football. It's not very strong and it doesn't do much. Essentially, it is really, really useless. You might be thinking to yourself, "well, why bring Caterpie up if it's so useless?" The thing is that this little bug is symbolic. Give the little guy an everstone and he represents a friendship.
A friendship can go all the way to level 100 and stay the same. Sure, it'll be a difficult fight, but in the end it is totally worth it. Sometimes it might not work out because the situation is jus
Open Letter to dA - ScriptsOpen Letter to dA - Scripts5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
NO MORE NEED TO EVEN READ THIS
dA ignored this letter but fixed everything behind the scenes. Thank you for your support.
I will leave the letter here for at least one week (until September 23rd) before sending it to the helpdesk. This way, people can make suggestions on improvements etc. within this week. You can support this movement by adding the letter to your favourites and spreading the news (for example in your journal).
The quotes used may have been shortened or grammatically corrected. To prove their meaning was not altered however, I attached their source.
I exchanged the places of "Artist's Comments" and the actual deviation so that people would really read this.
Update on October 5th, 2010:
I received the following answer from helpdesk:realitysquared, Oct 04 02:57 pm (PDT):
Thank you for contacting deviantART, I will be assisting you with your support ticket.
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The Night Before Rx-Mas'Twas the night before Christmas, with each in their bedsThe Night Before Rx-Mas5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Had all taken sleep-aids, so we slept like the dead
The stockings and cookies were lined in a row
I'm OCD, as you already know
The children were nestled in covers and folds
And passed out on NyQuil, for they each had a cold
Mom on Lunesta, and me, happy pills
Settled into our blankets of ruffles and frills
When out on the lawn, there arose such a fit
But I was on Prozac, and didn't give a shit
Ol' Saint Nick was there, of that I was certain,
Still, I couldn't be bothered to open the curtain.
A sleigh full of toys, made in Santa's own shop
By Santa's little helpers, who were going nonstop
Their job was quite tedious, those poor little Elves
They're strung out on Ritalin to string on the bells!
Mrs. Clause, who took Abilify, did her part for the team
But she switched between Poles, if you know what I mean
All the sweets she would make as she worked 'round the clock
Add a pinch of her mania, and she'd never stop
Poor Santa was work