Monday Morning at Shermer HighMonday Morning At Shermer High SchoolMonday Morning at Shermer High4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Claire stepped out of her father's car, scanning the scene around her. The morning was cold, cold enough to wear her thickest coat with a scarf wrapped around her neck, while frost covered the ground at her feet. Claire slammed her father's door shut, not turning back to say goodbye or even wave as she walked across the road towards her school. Once she got home Saturday afternoon, her mother tried to emphasise the fact that she was grounded, which led into an argument with her father about how she shouldn't be. Claire had left before the shouting deafened her.
Claire could see her friends hanging around on the stairs, her best friend Lizzy flirting with one of the footballers. They were all laughing, and smiling, and gossiping, and some of the guys were even bullying some of the younger kids when they passed to get to the door. Claire found it extremely hard not to roll her eyes at them.
Lizzy stopped flirting a
MurderMurder10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been abusing myself
I say I don't deserve anymore than this
and that's what I've learned to believe
there's nothing more to me.
All that I am, is all that I hate
and everything I used to love has disappeared
it's difficult to laugh and to smile
when I think happiness is fake.
[I murder myself with words
I believe in the lies.
Why do I trust only what hurts?
why can't I realize
that love isn't pain?]
I give in to the voices in my head
I've let them take over what I feel for myself
And soon they're all that I hear,
and I depend on them to be there.
I realize it's all my fault
I realize I've fallen this far down,
because I've pushed myself in this hole
and ate away at my own soul.
[I murder myself with words,
I believe in the lies.
Why do I only trust what hurts?
Why can't I realize
that love isn't pain?]
LadiesLadies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies are suppose to dress
In flattering skirts
And non-revealing shirts.
Wear their makeup so neat,
A ring on their hand,
And heels on their feet.
To have good manners,
And to be polite,
But also to show great might.
Ladies are suppose to think before they speak;
Selecting only the best of words,
So a waste will not leak.
As should they have great wisdom,
And be caring and unique.
Beautiful as a crystal or as an exquisite antique.
Ladies deserve a gentleman,
As opposites do not attract.
One that completes her,
And takes her on the right track.
All women are suppose to be ladies;
To cherish life as they please,
But the select few is decreasing,
And the women who are ladies are soon none to be.
Why like furries?Why like furries?6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Psychology of Being Attracted to Furries.
The male version
Many have wondered why certain people would find an attraction to furries. In case you dont already know, a furry is an anthropomorphic animal. Anthropomorphic means to give humanly features to something non-human. Sometimes referred to as anthros, furries can be found in different forms. For example: People who enjoy these anthros can be considered furries themselves. Also, those who not only like anthros, but dress and act like them, are a very common form of furries. However, Most people know furries as they are in art. There can be very detailed paintings or drawings of furries found. They are commonly found drawn in the style of anime, but can also be found in American, or other styles. Certain cartoon characters could be considered furries. Such as Bugs Bunny or Mickey Mouse. Furries can sometimes be people with an animals ears and tail. But this form is mostly found in anime. Or furries can be
Forsaketh ForsakethForsaketh5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As John stood in his green, colored room he waited... waited for something new to happen. He knew of the many things that he could be doing right now: read books, look at magazines, listen to music... but all of that didn't seem to bring John's heart to a content state. As he looked around the room he noticed that his computer was on just sitting there idle he thought, "Oh! What wonderful things I could do on that computer but will those things please God in any way?" What could he do on it that would pleas
God Was There When I was alone and cryingGod Was There5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God was there
When I was distraught and without hope
God was there
When they talked about me
And made me feel worthless
God was there
When they called me stupid
And said I wasn't good enough
God was there
God was there
When I was alone
And wanted to die
God was there
When no else was
JesusYou are the firstJesus7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the last
You are the present
You are the past
You are my soul
You are my light
You are my life raft
You are my knight
New mercies each day
You have given to me
Because of You
I miss the mark
And sin pulls us
You make me strong
You never let me go
I know this because
You love me so.
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
read this when you're so angry you shakelittle drops of oil make rainbows on wet concreteread this when you're so angry you shake1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i don’t know how beautiful you find that,
but sometimes you gotta learn that
the littlest things are the prettiest,
like the shape of your fingernails and the crinkles
you get at the corner of your eyes when you laugh and
when you grow old and i know i said “grow old”
like it’s a temporary thing, but that’s because it is.
you can think it’s forever but it’s really
a split second because you don’t matter, not when
the universe is still growing and speeding through a nothingness
we can’t even fathom, not when color doesn’t exist in space
but nebulas still explode in shades of gold and green,
not when there are stars who die
before their light ever touches our faces. you don’t matter,
not to anyone but the people who have fallen in love
with the way you walk and the way you breathe
and the way you keep doing both.
i don’t care that the universe is spinning and grow
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of Ravens. Crow-Runner. The Blackbird King.
I pull on my winter boots, knot the coarse laces.
My little brother asks, 'Cam. Where are you going?'
'Out,' I tell him.
'To play in the snow?'
'To look at it.'
When he was born, my little brother was named Taliesin. His is a world without myths, of course. Such things perished in the great f
How to start doin commissionsHow to start doin commissions8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv
The Little BuilderThe little builder and her bricks,The Little Builder1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Young and sweet - no older than six,
One by one she stacks them tall,
And hopes to God they will not fall.
Whole NumbersWhen you zoom out,Whole Numbers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And examine mankind,
As a whole - we are one,
A writhing, mass of beings,
A mindless creature, feelingless,
Causing chaos, it seethes over the earth's surface,
And whatever mind it has is not its' own.
Yet looking closer,
The creature disperses,
It spreads, it breaks down,
Into the separate lives of men.
Each has their worries,their feelings,their dreams,
Their hopes for the future, their regret of the past,
A million times over,
A whole - but separate.
Keep this in mind as you hear the numbers.
Three thousand soldiers dead as a whole,
Their mothers waiting at home,
Their children eager to see them again,
Their books unfinished,
Their dreams diminished,
A whole - but different.
Twenty-three children dead or gone missing,
One missed his mother, the other his teddy,
Another's birthday in two days,
The presents left waiting in the cupboard,
Yet they are known through only their numbers-
Separate - but whole.