TormentedTormented5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave you my heart
You tore it apart.
You split it in two
because you, love you.
Lessons in Lovei.Lessons in Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She taught him how to skip rocks across the pond when they were 5. She gently grabbed his hand and showed him how to flick his wrist to make the pebble just skim the surface repeatedly. He claims that was the day she skimmed his heart and started fidgeting her way inside it.
He taught her how to speak pig latin when they were 8. She never understood it and he never understood her and they both thought the whole thing was pointless, but she wanted to fit in. He told her he liked how she stood out and the fact she wasn't generic and that she didn't need to try and impress anyone. She was only trying to impress him and she already had but she didn't know that. They created their own language that everyone else would want to learn but they wouldn't let them and they called it complete because their words together were all they needed.
She taught him about sunsets when they were 10. His parents let him spend the night at her house once and they snuck out and crawled onto the roo
a beautiful stranger.i'll tell you i'm a dreamer.a beautiful stranger.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i swear it's true.
and i'll tell you i'm not that beautiful but i have a heart made of glass that's as pretty as pretty can be but easily broken so please take care. i'll point at my arms and describe every charm that laces me colorful and why they are my world. i'll explain how i want to succeed and achieve and believe and create and that i love people.
i really do.
i love their idiosyncrasies and the way they laugh and the way they cry and the way hope always whispers in their ears when everything is crashing to the ground. i'll tell you how in the middle of the night, when everything is silent, i listen to your breathing and memorize the way your chest rises and falls and as my own breathing slows i beg god not to take you away from me.
i'll tell you how i want to rent a cozy apartment in sunny california and play music and write a novel and dance modern jazz & contemporary and read a million books and drink fruit cocktails and learn new things and hang
The world is mineTo be, or not to beThe world is mine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is unknowingly being -
Whether isolated or around others
Your heart's beating -
Surrounded, yet the feeling of being alone.
In a world where no one cares
where we are backstabbing one another;
talking against each other.
I found love, with youWhile I'm sitting on the usual benchI found love, with you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting eagerly for your arrival
I keep thanking, the God in which
I do not believe in -
For giving me your love
a chance to have you
beside me, in the good moments
and the bad.
While I'm lost in these thoughts
You come behind me
Whispering words of love,
holding me tight.
It is at this instance that -
I come to my senses:
Real love does exist
And I have it with you.
Over YouSo far away,Over You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago,
that took place.
Cut in half,
The worst thing,
that I feel,
is not anger,
it is sadness.
Sadness that I can't get over you.
Percy Jackson Chatbox 3Percy Jackson and the OlympiansPercy Jackson Chatbox 34 years ago in Comedy More Like This
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Wisegod2345: Father!!! Stop acting like a baby in front of Apollo!! Apollo's the one who's supposed to act like a baby in front of you!!
Lightningmaster234: Oh yes now I remember! And this is a official meeting of the Gods! I made sure that no mortals or demigods can get in this perfectly secure chatbox!! Now we'll just wait until all the other 9 Gods get here. Remember, this is a secure place! No one worry!
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Neville's LetterIt's a beautiful day in London. With the sun shining, children playing in the park, and the air filled with wonderful sounds and scents, no one can resist a smile! Unless, of course, today you are Neville Longbottom, all thoughts of happiness replaced with worry and fear. Some wizards and witches stop and stare confusingly at the 11 year-old boy standing on the front lawn of 86 Hedowlark Road, with his arms outstretched to the sky, as if expecting a gift from the Lord. Neville ignored them all, his eyes fixed expectantly at the summer sky.Neville's Letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neville's mother let out an exasperated sigh as she looked out the bedroom window.
"Mother!" She cried. "Get Neville back in the house! He's going to get sunburn from standing there all day, not to mention humiliation." She stared at the geering passerby.
A woman in her 70's walked with surprising speed into Mrs.Longbottom's bedroom, glaring at her daughter.
"Oh Alice, give the boy some hope, will you?" She replied. "He's been waiting fore
My Place.I question why I'm hereMy Place.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What can I offer
To make the world better?
What could possibly be
My place here?
You're safeIt's a private war I fightYou're safe4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Learning what's really right
Those eyes make their mark
Tear my psyche apart
As I try to figure out who you are
You're watching shooting stars
The stress should kill me
But I've been here see
Circles come round and round
To the past I seem bound
No matter what I find
I distrust it with my mind
So I walk away from it all
build up a bigger wall
Past or present I am steel
No need to ever feel
Locked up and kept apart
No one will ever reach my heart
So you will remain safe
Just have a little faith
Real MagicReal MagicReal Magic4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Real Magic, not the card tricks, disappearing elephants or levitations, but Real Magic is both the easiest and the hardest thing one will ever do.
You can read all the books and learn Scott Cunningham and Silver RavenWolf by heart. You can buy the candles and make the wand. You can learn your Quarters and memorize the tarot. You can gather the crystals and build your altar. You can dress in your robes with your shiny pentacle and cast your circle. And just when you think you have learned it you discover something. You still don't know it.
What happened? You followed all the rules. You spoke the right words and used the proper color candle. You spent hours and days figuring out the right moon phase and perfect Deities to call. The props are there, the stage is set, and the dialogue is spoken to perfection. So how did it all go wrong?
Now you get to the hard part. Now you discover the real work. And when you start this part of your journey into
CHILD ABUSEFight BackCHILD ABUSE7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I blamed myself for everything
All my tears all my pain
Every bruise every scar
But now Ive realized its gone to far
Because of her Id cry at night
And now I see that Im able to fight
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
And though I thought it was my fault
For all of this brutal assault
I thought that I did something wrong
And I took me a little too long
Now I am able to see
That it was not because of me
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
A piece of me died with every hit and every curse
I sat there as shed beat me and things just got worse
One time I tried to stop her but it only made her mad
She beat me on a regular basis and wasnt the slightest bit sad
My dad was never around, he was always at work
Hed come home after I was asleep and never knew how much I hurt
Fight Back Against Child Abuse
Id walk around with two black eyes
When people asked Id make up lies
Id close my eyes and Id dream
That she didnt have t
The Mirror When I hear the turn of the door knob, I know it must be Sophie because her dad and mom are already home. It's wonderful to see her again, she's the one that I can actually connect with, and I like her. Anyway, I'm also very anxious of being used; at least I'll be useful to someone. Right after, I hear a loud bang as she slams the door behind her. I could hear her soft weeping, and even though I can't see her yet, and shouldn't really be able to hear her, I can still connect and understand her sadden mood. The only thing that I see is the sink and the door. She quickly passes her parents and ushers straight towards methe mirror.The Mirror2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I can finally see her now: with the bruises, the blood, the pain, the sadness, and frustration all of it. I-I can't believe this is the Sophie that I see before me. I remember her as a cute little shy girl with beautiful long ivory black hair, eyes that reflect the moonlight, and her heart-warming smil
From Deep WithinThe long distance is so painfulFrom Deep Within6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyday that endlessly goes by,
I want to see you more and more
I wish I had wings, so to you I could fly .
Ever since I met you
Ive felt something so special
From the first moment I read your writing
To the time we became friends,
You are a beloved jewel I cherish,
In my lifes darkest ocean .
What are these feelings that I have?
Am I not attracted to males?
The truth I, yes I am----
However there is yet another truth,
Im attracted to your personality.
And your beautiful imagination .
You and I have shared so much
Spilled our hearts to each other,
And understand each other
I feel as though I owe my heart to you
No matter what guy I find out there,
A piece of my heart will always be yours .
You are one of the only ones,
Whom I can share my passions with.
Without the fear of being hurt,
We celebrate what we hold dear together
Regardless of how mature or immature we are .
I feel we are soul mates----or soul siblin
Wastebasket DreamsDandelion hair and cotton candy lipsWastebasket Dreams7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You dont have to yell
Blue ruffles trimmed in pink lace and eyes like dark chocolate chips
Doll houses for make-believe and books of Once upon a times
I can hear you
Rainbow colored crayons and silly giggled rhymes
Smothered in sweet kisses and tight loving hugs
Your hurting me
Soft whimpering cries when teased with harmless little bugs
But for this child, those are just wastebasket dreams
All just a fairytale for her it seems
Knotted dark locks and lips cracked and dry
A tattered Mickey Mouse shirt and eyes that always cry
Thread worn bear clenched beneath a small arm
No! please not in there
Rip paged books hidden from further harm
Covered in bruises of black and blue
Let me out!
Ignored screams and hiccupping cries are nothing new
A thread worn bear clenched with cold little arms behind a locked door
The Passion Within MeAs the lengthening days passThe Passion Within Me7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I stare out of the window
On the wind I can feel your presence
I smile while smelling the air.
I find my heart reaching over the distance,
Beyond the sea of turmoil and agony
Past the distance that seperates us,
I yearn to be there, in the longing dream....
As I sit and meditate to myself
I begin to realize this amazing feling,
The sensation of affection
Rash as it may seem----it seems so real
As an empath, I know emotion
Never have I felt so peaceful yet powerful
Only with your face in my mind....
Oh, how you are the dream...
Of that mystic walk in the forest,
The endless warmth of you in my arms,
The ability to be confident together around others,
The faith in looking toward love instead of lust,
The love to let you cry on my shoulder,
And the comfort of running my hands through your hair...
The dream can come true,
And only you have the power----
To make that a beautiful reality....
You are the mirror of myself
Never have I found this similarity
The PrayerI beseech youThe Prayer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To forgive me
For I have forsaken others,
Dragged them to enslavement;
My soul, once golden
Now belongs to the one
who lies beneath:
The master of curses witchery
sin and lust.
It has no heart,
Its blood runs black and filthy
As is my past
As are my clothes
As I was -
Enveloped in vengeance and despair
Before the thick fog
called my name, dear God.
BackstabberYou and me, we're standing hereBackstabber3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with the key in my hand
as soon as we can
far away from this land
From disease, corruption, fear and lies
We'll turn and be on our way
The future looks bleak and hazy, I know
But we'll find the door someday
But just where we shall run off to
I haven't a faintest clue
To Paris, Egypt, Russia, or France
I don't care as long as it's with you
So it's quite a shame that I won't be.
Putting Out the Burning FlameI have no other choice but to shield nowPutting Out the Burning Flame5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Angry friends, angry family---it is all the same
No chance of a beautiful love life out there
Petty attempts at being heard are ignored,
I only am a reflection of what people want...
There is always something more important
People who are always a priority
Love seems to triumph everything
Desire casts its umbra upon the world,
And there I am, standing in it's pale shadow...
My skin is absolutely cold and lifeless
The inner light of my soul has diminished
What love I could feel has finally seeped away
Satisfying the world seems nearly impossible
Being a dim memory is all that is left of me...
Whispering trees are my only company now
The sun sets on my dreams as I know them
The moon rises and casts its eerie glow upon me
Reminding me of the companionship I don't have
Hope always seems to wax and wane...
Courage diminishes as quickly as my passions
Leaving me undoubtedly lifeless and soul-less
Faith does nothing but deceive and corrupt
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
The Butterbeer Experience - The Peverell StoryI once happened 'cross fair brothers threeThe Butterbeer Experience - The Peverell Story2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who thought they could use all their magic to thwart me
But I, being Death, being sly blocked their path
And said "Brave, cunning brothers oh what do you ask
I will give each a prize and then let brothers pass."
The first brother begged "Please, Death, make me a tool;
A wand that will win every fight, every duel."
So I broke a branch off of an elder tree
And I fashioned a wand for he thought he was worthy
And gave elder wand to the eldest of three.
Go, brother, I bid thee goodnight
I promise you'll win all your battles and fights
But your wand will be stolen and you will be slain
Then you and I will meet again.
The next brother cried "Give me magic instead,
The power to bring others back from the dead."
And I told him the pebble had magic inside
It would bring back the dead and his departed bride.
Go, brother I bid thee goodnight
You'll see your love soon but things will not be right
You'll drive yourself crazy 'cause she won't be whole
10 moments of silence10 moments of silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Ten moments of silence.]
I fell in love with the full,
fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks,
the icicles that clung
to gutters and railings.
My mountains changed;
They're blue and ridged now.
The summers bleed the pavement
like steaming gray socks.
Shade does not offer solace
from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons,
if luck chances by, the humidity lofts
into thick purple clouds
and rain slaps hot pavement.
I can breathe.
The carrot leaves
fell from gold foliage
like drops of sunset.
I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys
gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze,
framed by the window, ineffable
bright-lined spiders in the bathtub.
Is it the hoar-frost winters that bring to mind
poetry? There is no Parnassus in Virginia,
only weed-filled fields and roads
that twine like filaments through mountains.
White-blossom dogwood and poison ivy
have me of two minds; Could I have one
without the other, please?
No, no thank-you. I'll come back
some other time.