Lonely BallerinaLonely Ballerina11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On my cheek is rolling a single tear
The only trace of my endless despair
I quickly erase it from my face
I don't want you to see my disgrace
Because I know nobody will be crying on my grave
I hate this feelings it's just like I won't stop falling
My sweet romance made me her slave
No sound coming out my mouth, nobody to hear my screaming
Deadful dance, the swan is dying
Dangerous ballet, the girl is flying
And she now bows before her king
And this scene, the castle she'll be haunting
I must be a little crazy
Or is my mind a bit too hazy?
Not able to feel the pain
Is this why my love was slain?
Who's that girl over there weeping
Why is she covered with that blood and death
Then suddenly I start realising
Just as I skip one breath
I raise my head and I stare
My eyes wide open in fear
And remember what I had forgotten in my furor
Because I just understood I'm looking at a mirror
Everything I had been destroying
The one I had been murdering
My last breath to say
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
Forsaken CH1 Part 1Forsaken CH1 Part 17 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Dearest one, child of the light shrouded in darkness. Come back from that place so long ago forgotten the time comes for your return. Come forth from hiding and restore the balance long ago lost
The voice that whispered in the silence of a cool night was glassy and near lifeless, chilling yet comforting and hinted towards some hidden meaning it sent a shiver through the sleeping form before such dreams were interrupted by the resonant buzzing of an unwanted alarm, all memory of those words fading with the rising consciousness.
Golden hues of a setting sun streamed into the vastly empty room and spilled out across the tatami-matted floors. It was far from Dimitris ideal to be stirring from his well earned slumber, and the dark haired Asian rolled over, pulling the blankets tight over his head. Even so, it was time to begin the evenings work, and he was never the kind to keep his work waiting. With a fina
SolitudeI sit here typing, watching the rain and feeling really downSolitude4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am stuck at home instead of being with people in the town
They are with their friends, the ones that they care about
I'm stuck here in solitude, the sadness I'm trying to shut out
I think the loneliness is something that is causing my madness
It went beyond the point where I was simply filled with sadness
To think, I wanted a couple of hours by myself to deal with my pain
Then my "friends" turned their backs on me, never to call me again
I have tried and failed to reach out, now I wait for a friend to come
Though I know that they never will, now the only thing I am is numb
I am not foolish, I know these feelings extend to more than just a few
Heck, maybe reading this even you feel the exact same way as I do
If so, you know reaching out to people can be an exercise in futility
And the back stabbing nature of people pushes us, causing volatility
Though now I think about it there is something to you I need to confess
It is not
Missing YouYou are standing thereMissing You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
. . . mere millimeters apart
If only I lift my hand
. . . oh so slightly
I will touch your skin.
. . . so scared that it is a dream
"Does it matter?" you reply
and I realise
that in this very moment
~ that even touching you in a dream
than nothing at all
You smile and ask about the weather
How ridiculous our silly little joke now sounds
as the Sunlight opens my eyes
and you melt away in daylight
I have to face the reality
of loving you
every single day
antebirth antebirthantebirth9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I. the thump of my
blood began as a nervous twitch
my heart beat up one vein
capped like a straw, pressured
no arteries, just a thimble of blood
beating on a string
II. the growth of my body hair,
little buoys on a sea of skin,
struggling to build distance
III. (from the embryo)
a rhetorical prayer,
i can feel it in the air pocket beneath my tongue,
a flat empty lung
from mom's pregnant tongue, gentle kicks
like a frog breathing beneath a mouthwhite sheet
remember that day on the horse farm
you found a feather frog, its soapskin
flaked, its skeleton forewarned
the coming of the translucent wood.
Goldiwhat?So, me and my crew be out walkin, aight homey? Nice day and all. So we be out pimpin the streets, walkin around, doin our thang. You know how it is, right brutha? We be out, enjoyin the sun, hangin with the bruthas. Chillin. But it be gettin to dinner time, and we left us some porridge out to cool, cause we old school like that. Picked up some suga to go with that too, mmhmm.Goldiwhat?8 years ago in Humor More Like This
So, me, my man Poppa Smallz, and my new Suga Momma head back to my crib, bein hungry and all. But we be gettin there and the doors all unlocked. Now, when a brutha bear be doin what I do for a livin, you dont just walk in the door in this situation. So we be listenin, but nothin. Smallz pushed the door open. Feel like he a big man, cause hes the one with the connections, if you know what I mean. That be why we call him Poppa. Cause if we was a family, hed be the head, he think. He got
The Twenty Peso PictureTwenty pesos.The Twenty Peso Picture7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Roughly equivalent to US 40¢.
It could buy you a fare on a bus and on the train.
A bottle of water.
A pack of breath mints.
It's not really much, but when you're poor and starving, it means not having to sleep on an empty stomach.
It may mean that for another day, you survive.
But when you're really itching to get home on a rush hour, with people jostling you to get to the handful of buses, twenty pesos is not very high on your thinking list. That is, until harsh reality jostles you too.
And that's when I saw him, selling garlands on the street. A thin, frail-looking boy of about seven or eight. Or (one could not really tell because of malnourishment), for all I know he could have been in his teens. Vague though his age may be, I'm fairly certain of what he looks like. He was skin and bones, wearing dirty rags that would not even be fit to wipe the floor with. Weaving in and out of traffic, he had his back to me. And I could see the plethora of fungal infection that
Fetch me a FertleFetch me a FertleFetch me a Fertle7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Go fetch me a Fertle, my beamish boy
That scuttle upon the moonlit sands
The neap tide calls them out tonight
To swim the seas to far off lands
Go fetch me a Fertle, darling child
Tis a strange, alluring little creature
Whose pearly shell upon its back
Is considered its most charming feature
But tread you carefully as you go
Theyre quick to startle, fast to flee
And should they hear your heavy step
Will scurry fast towards the sea
Take with you a lidded box
Lined with feathers deep inside
And if you chance to capture one
Place it in and let it hide
And as you bring it back to me
Sing a gentle lullaby
To calm its swiftly beating heart
For Fertles are so quick to cry
And once their Fertle tears do fall
They carry on until a time
When all youll have inside your box
Is nothing but a pool of brine
So sing a song to make it stay
And settle to captivity
Dont let the Fertle melt away
Oh, bring a Fertle back to me
Long OverdueToday I did something that I have never done beforeLong Overdue4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is something that has shaken me through to my core
I never did it because I thought, for my sanity, it was best
But after years, I visited those that have been laid to rest
Some kind of control I thought I was capable of keeping
It didn't take long before I broke down and began weeping
All I thought was how I wish that I could bring back the dead
I sobbed to emptiness that it should have been me instead
More than once, the strength I need for to live I have felt I lack
The hours I spent sitting there is something of which I lost track
When I calmed down I spoke to them, just like I used to do
I felt crazy, but at one point I began to talk to them about you
It was through finally forcing myself to go see them I felt some release
I hope that after visiting them I can finally move towards finding peace
TributeGail was born on the first of August 1942, the elder of two. She grew up in New York City, marrying by age 22 and producing three children of her own.Tribute7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She'd tried her first cigarette when she was eleven. That shouldn't surprise you; in those days there wasn't a Surgeon General's warning or for that matter, any other public service messages.
While she enjoyed motherhood well enough, Gail also had a restless spirit; she was happiest when she was working, helping others, or driving her car. Accordingly, just before her 53rd birthday (and with her children grown and flown) she lost forty pounds and fulfilled a lifelong dream: qualifying as first an ambulance driver, then an EMT, for the local fire department.
She threw herself into her responsibilities with newfound purpose, losing even more weight and finally finding the strength to quit smoking. One young woman credited Gail with saving her life when she'd had a seizure at work. And she once made the local papers as one of several
+Character Theory++Character Theory+8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Character Theory
Personally I believe that everyone who says that they cannot come up with characters or think of a story is a bunch of crap. There is creative spirit in everyone. If you can think of personalities, hair, eye color, clothes or anything, you can come up with a character. You don't have to be good in your English, Art or Language classes for that fact, if you listen closely there is a character inside of you waiting to be put on paper. I have been blessed with a drawing and writing talent, so it is easier for me to think of a character and make that character live on paper. However, I have seen the most unintelligent people out there come up with the most creative characters this planet will ever know of. I believe if a human, such as yourself, is willing to listen closely you will hear your own character talk to you. I have over 200 characters, but all of them have come out of my mind, spirit and my willingness to know who they are. I do not make the personality of t
TRACTEUR ET SANS REPROCHE (Hymne du LSA)TRACTEUR ET SANS REPROCHE (Hymne du LSA)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
TRACTEUR ET SANS REPROCHE (LSA song)
J'suis pas ben né
Mais je fracasse
Tout' les bécasses
Dans la luzerne
Je chop' germaine
C'est moi, connard
Dans mon tracteur
J'ai jamais peur
Quand j'rentre l'soir
J'veux du pinard
Et de la daube
Servie en robe
J'enlève mes boots
Pour voir le foot
Torch' les enfants
C'est moi, connard
Dans mon tracteur
J'fais mon beurre
Ué, c'est la classe
Matte la bécasse
Avec un rôt
Un aut' pastis
Avec mon fils
Tandis qu'sa sur
Lave le tracteur
C'est moi, connard
Dans mon tracteur
J'fais mon beurre
Frantz, octobre 2012, avec du vin.
HelplessIn a moment,Helpless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can question your stability,
Whether you are of sound mind,
Or if you truly are apathetic,
In a moment,
You find the worst feeling in the world,
The one where you know,
There is nothing you can do,
In a moment,
You can lose a part of yourself,
You can find a scarier side of your mind,
Helpless to change,
Helpless to heal,
Confronted with the moment when you are sure,
You lack the knowledge to aid,
It is a simple moment,
But it is a moment that will change you,
Maybe for the better,
Maybe for the worst,
You may never know,
You may just move on,
Not really fearing,
But for your sake,
I hope you never experience that moment,
I hope life will lead you a different way,
I hope you are never helpless.
To Ward Off DreamsSynopsis: Eragon had an unsettling dream and confided in Nasuada.To Ward Off Dreams5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Eragon walked through the ordered array of tents cradling Glaedr's Eldunari in both arms. Saphira, tired, did not bother to fly, for walking beside her Rider as he held Glaedr felt cathartic. Both Eragon and Saphira felt the weight of the night as a page hustled to greet Eragon to show him his quarters. Another page, taller than the other and appearing to be the elder sibling, pointed to Saphira's reserved area, should she so choose to go there. A fat cow was set to stray in the area designated for her. At the moment, Saphira did not want to leave Eragon's side. She felt that she should be there when Glaedr wanted to speak. It was anxiousness both Eragon and Saphira shared to not loose Glaedr into the depths of sorrow.
Eragon finally reached his tent and sat on his cot holding Glaedr in his lap. He had not bothered to remove his sword
Nightmares of HellNightmares of Hell7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ive been having these dreaded nightmares
Where few restless souls would never dare
As the scorching flames of hell begin to shake
Around the vicinity with a tremendous quake
Beyond the realm where the dead walk,
As demons would cunningly stalk
The tormented souls as dramatic prey,
novasome people burnnova6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so brightly that
they flame out
as if their frail
a double portion
and this life
some kind of drunk.so it's one thirty at night and i'm sitting here thinking about you. but what else is new right? ever since i met you thinking about someone else isn't exactly worth while.some kind of drunk.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but no, in all seriousness, i was thinking about you. and not in the way i normally do either, which is good for me. i'm always so sick and tired of thinking about the colours of your voice, and the sound of your eyelashes beating against your cheekbones. sick of thinking about the same way your charm is a river cascading over rocks and tired of thinking about how your smile is the current that keeps it flowing.
so instead i was thinking about all of the things i've noticed that i can't drown in.
like how the alcohol in your system can effect more than your words. or all the girls that fall for you left and right and how i would hate to be one of them so i try and stop myself in my own tracks before i wear a path into the grass.
and then i step into reality for about one second and i realize that it can't be over. n
Pen Parodies of Potter 2Pen Parodies of Potter 27 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ron: So Voldemort's back?
George: But how is that possible?
Harry: Who knows?
Hermione: *running down stairs* Everybody! I've found something! *holding 'Secrets of the Darkest Art*
Everyone: What is it?
Hermione: It says that there is a way to temporarily resurrect people, but only if their body is somewhat intact. "Even then, the only words they will speak will be their most commonly uttered quote"... Harry, what could this mean?
Ginny: What I wonder is who resurrected him... And who else did they do? Does it say how it works?
Hermione: The pages have been ripped out! I don't know!
Harry: Hm... Then I think there's something you do know..
Harry: Why you used my shampoo... NOBODY USES MY SHAMPOO!
Ron: Oh, so is that what the hug
Aces in the Acronym"You aren't queer. Queer is a word that has been used to hurt LGBT people, not hetero people. Not asexual people. IT'S NOT YOUR WORD TO RECLAIM. Go baaaww about how hard it is to be straight somewhere else, please. Maybe it's a knee-jerk reaction, but I'm incredibly sick of straight aces invading queer spaces."Aces in the Acronym4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
"I don't feel great about saying this, but I agree. If you are (as I assume) a cis, heteroromantic asexual, you're not queer."
Do we really need all this dissent in what should be, what needs to be a united group fighting for our rights? We know, or should, that asexuals are not heterosexual. They do not fit into the heteronormative society that assumes that everyone is sexually attracted to the opposite sex and gender. Therefore, they are queer. It's as simple as that.
Aces, especially heteroromantics, do not face the extreme levels of discrimination that gays and others in the "main" acronym face, largely because they are not as widely recognised. However,
LE SONNET DU BLAIREAUZyva kom té pas coolLE SONNET DU BLAIREAU2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ué tavu jsuis vénère
Ma reum fais iech pépère
Jsuis trankil dans la foul'
Trop pas les cours bouffon
Jsuis tro gavé t'espère
Koi j'kiff la zik grand-père
L'francé ça gav' pov' con
Ma meuf cé trop d'la bombe
Mêm si en teuf ell' tombe
Ué tavu com jla fix'
Pécho son 06
« - Oui, mais t'as pris une bâche ! »
Frantz, septembre 2012 (sans -trop- d'alcool)
Upon Ourselves AloneOne holds herself back,Upon Ourselves Alone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
envious, yet ashamed at such,
living a personal hell,
as she splits down the middle.
One forgets the eyes,
in his mask of anger,
slapping paint, haphazard,
the color fading in the heat.
One cries herself dry,
learning to swim amidst sorrow,
as her tears collect at her feet,
causing the very ground to erode.
One looks down confidently,
missing the details beneath,
never deigning to observe,
that even his shadow has fled.
One desires only the end,
fearing all else,
as a waste of time,
and a danger to her dreams.
Singularities of sentience,
they collapse upon themselves,
lacking any other gravitation,
passing the point, irrevocably.