Job Well DoneHe sat there in the crowded hallway -- of which you took no notice
Slowly taking his crayon, pens, lined paper -- you looked at your watch
He, all of 10, disappears writing his work -- too busy as you wander
Laying on the floor he writes it slowly -- not paying attention
He sits there in the hallway holding the sign -- the train is late
"It's Sometimes Pointless" it says, coffee stains -- you stop and stare
There is a crowd forming slowly, he looks straight ahead -- what is he doing?
He holds it with two small fingers, blank look cast -- you squint
It was then they started, carrying on about the sign -- they got angry
How it was not this nor that, prettily done, message wrong -- letters of protest
The security guards asked him to move on, after complaints -- noisy they were
Where was his parents, what was he doing there - looks of disgust
He just disappeared off, leaving his sign
Tossing in the streets blowing loudly
And the commuters returned to their trains
Smiling at a job well d
Trigger: MusicTo hear the musicTrigger: Music in Free Verse More Like This
To hear the sound
Is all it requires.
That voice, plays in your head.
No, not the singer's, his.
And you slip.
Memory after memory attack you
With barbed edges, slicing
Attacking your mind.
Tears stream, hands move
To find the blade
To make a cut.
A simple note
A well known voice
Can reduce you to this
What can I say?
StopStop telling me how I feel.Stop in Free Verse More Like This
For how are you supposed to know?
will shine through.
Stop telling me how to live.
You aren't my controller.
know what's best
let me live my life.
I'll be disappointed if I want to.
I will feel pain when I need to.
But I will love.
And that is something that never ends.
Dear LaniDear Lani,Dear Lani in Free Verse More Like This
I am writing to you to tell you how... I am writing to you...
Do you know what you did?
I know you're there. Still trying to escape.
You took control for three years, Lani, did you know that?
You've left yourself behind, can't you see that?
I do. Whenever I wear a short sleeved t-shirt, or even shorts. The self concious behaviour I exhibit whenever I want to be touched, or loved, it's you. Not me. I want to be confident, have a relationship where I can be normal, but I can't. Because of you.
You're my paranoia, Lani.
You're there when I question myself. Question my feelings. I want to love him? Can't you see that? But whenever I say the words my throat encloses and I feel scared. Vulnerable. Even though he loves me too, and would never reject me. But why, Lani, do you make me feel the way I do?
Haven't you done enough?
You're my depression, Lani.
Whenever I feel down, sad, like a failure, you're quick to pick up the pace and d
DelusionalDeathDelusional in Free Verse More Like This
That final word
The one I love
Those words together,
Don't leave me here.
I can't concentrate
Are you alive?!
Did you succeed?
Begin to fall,
How could you do this?
How could you leave me alone?
I lift my head
Wipe my mouth
You can't have succeeded
FearFear.Fear in Free Verse More Like This
Fear is walking into a hospital
And not knowing when you'll leave
Fear is watching a doctor read your chart
And shake his head in desperation
Fear is writhing around in agony
Wanting an end to come soon
Fear is not knowing what is wrong
And wishing it would stop
Fear is knowing this is partially a dream
And that soon
Those hospital lights
It will be real...
DeservingI don't deserve you.Deserving in Free Verse More Like This
That much is true.
I could ask for...
Yet here you stand
In front of me
When will I wake up,
Is this a dream?
But you're still there,
Why do you care?
You are perfect.
I can't say more.
Problems seem simple
When your words come through
I'll smile, grin
Be the girl I know I can.
I don't deserve you.
That much is true.
Shedding SkinSomeday I'll be cured,Shedding Skin in Free Verse More Like This
I'll shed my skin
Someday I'll be found,
I'll stop being lost
Someday I'll be free,
Show off my arms
Someday I'll be known,
For my troubling fight
Today I'm in pain,
The wish to harm
Someday I'll be cured,
I'll shed my skin
FailureI've lost my dreamFailure in Free Verse More Like This
It's shattered, gone
I stand here with shards surrounding me
Dreams of a future
A career and happiness
and I'm left here
So once again,
I turn to the blade
to find it gone.
I thought I'd recovered
I was denied my hope
it laughs in my face
Death, is what I want.
StorySleeves, long, pulled downStory in Free Verse More Like This
Skin, criss crossed with pale white
against scars, puckered and jagged.
Can you tell the story?
Some abused, harassed, hurt,
Held against their will
Punished, pushed open, forced wide,
Broken, pained, raped
Some punish themselves harshly
Self hatred, loathing, misery
to slash with blades into soft skin
a release, true justice, free
Faliure, is what some fear
Teachers and parents alike punish her,
Yes she may dream of inspiration,
Pushed down, Demoted, Full of failure
They stand together with bandaged arms
Reasons make no difference
They stand scarred, never alone
But can you tell the story?
The Ones I've LostScars show the battlesThe Ones I've Lost in Free Verse More Like This
The ones I've lost.
Arched, puckered, ugly
But I'll show you them
I'll show you
The ones I've lost.
Long sleeves hide the trail
But scars tell a story
One arm a horrific fight
One leg a slow climax
Wherever, whatever, they'll always be
The ones I've lost
Soon I'll have recovered
For your sweet words hold me dear
Your lips brush the white lines
Your fingers against my hip
You'll never let me go
The ones I've lost
The Deity Prose ContestWhat now?The Deity Prose Contest in Deviant Events More Like This
Well, it's a literature contest. It's been a while since I hosted one of those. So, being jobless and having some points to spare, I decided to host another
You are free to interpret that however you wish. You are requested not to go for the obvious, though.
All submissions must be in English.
This is strictly a prose contest.
The maximum number of words is 500, with a buffer of 50 words.
Entries must be submitted here on DeviantArt as literature deviations.
Old deviations (i.e., anything submitted before the date on which this journal is posted) will not be accepted.
Please mention in the 'artist's comments' section of your submission that it is an entry for 'The Deity Prose Contest' and link back to this journal.
You are allowed only one entry.
(While teamwork is a commendable thing, no collaborative works will be allowed.)
Fan-fiction is not permitted.
glass.He said, she was made of glass.glass. in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful. Delicate. Fragile.
Eyes flutter to a close and she lets those whispers,
Syllables rush and wash over her,
As the built in multitude,
Echoes of waves overlapping in a glass bottle,
One on the verge of overflowing already.
Help. I'm drowning.
She remembers Mother's glass figurines,
Poised, elegant, ready to waltz into her nightmares,
"Beautiful, aren't they?"
Because they dazzled with the colors of her Mother's tears,
Glass blown from the essence of broken dreams,
Shed when she thought that the darkness of the night
Blinded others from sight.
Yes Mother, yes.
He told her, of glass snowglobes,
"You're like them," he would say,
And somehow it was no compliment
To be compared to the wonders
She spent hours gazing at on lazy afternoons.
"You store everything inside,
A universe of your own,
And you don't let anything escape.
You don't let anyone in."
How? But how?
So she remembers her sister's, Allie's, glob
Purple Day 2014! Doyou spread Epilepsy Awareness?Hi there!Purple Day 2014! Doyou spread Epilepsy Awareness? in Personal More Like This
Today is purple day!
Please wear purple to honor everybody living with Epilepsy! Wear purple to educate, to raise awareness to this ignorant world
(best is, to do this always, not only on this special day! ;D )
A True HeartA True Heart:A True Heart in Free Verse More Like This
All my life.
My emotions are true.
Even now right here with you.
And though times get tough.
Never knowing what a future can hold.
My arms will wrap around you.
Keeping you from the cold.
So lets dig deep,
Feeling so bold.
Knowing that each other is what we need.
So take my hand and travel forward.
The leap of faith never failing before.
For life is short.
But love is eternal.
An Angel you are.
Sculpted from heaven itself.
Such pure defiant art.
A True Heart.
Long Distance LoveLong Distance Love:Long Distance Love in Free Verse More Like This
A love so far away.
Yet the feelings are so close.
A bond of trust and fate.
Fades all the feelings of hate.
Towards our separation of lust.
Though, let that hit the dust.
As I speak the truth to you.
For my feelings of blue.
Have become no more.
One year flying by.
Where does time go you ask?
The answer can be a task.
But being here with you.
Always seen me through.
So let them talk for what is known.
Purely, faithfully, & heavenly.
Our spirit as one, flying as a Dove.
Long Distance Love.
Happy One Year officially darling! Mwah!
Patient HeartPatient Heart:Patient Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing your heart.
So true from start.
The same we are.
No matter how far.
Though times get tough.
And roads get rough.
My love is real.
Together a deal.
For I know you are.
The one for me.
So here to be.
You and I,
together at last.
Not viewing the past.
So true from the start.
Beautiful LifeBeautiful Life:Beautiful Life in Free Verse More Like This
Through all it's journey.
Many lose way.
For which they lay.
The thoughts of the mind.
End with time.
Though, this your life.
Of endless dreams.
Flow your way.
I am here to say.
Come to the bay.
This sunset is endless.
With time itself.
In others eyes,
May not see.
What they have at all.
But with one call,
I am here with you.
The one I love.
My marvelous Wife,
Dusted Cover UnreadDusted Cover Unread:Dusted Cover Unread in Free Verse More Like This
You will find me on the last row.
Of your local library.
In such a public place.
Yet lonesome over comes.
This old book on the shelf.
Many have looked.
And seen what is below their eyes.
A Dusted Cover Unread.
You'll know that we are not the same.
In every way that we are different.
Plenty of color and ambition.
Rises from the top shelf.
A picture of what your into most.
A sports car? Music? Games? Lust?
Though on that last row.
Centered in that corner.
Is a Dusted Cover Unread.
They say what you don't know.
Won't hurt you.
Well, I am here to say.
This cover is to be read.
All day by the bay.
A flowing of words can teach.
What our race simply does not know.
So before you decide to toss a throw,
at this old book.
I suggest you read what is inside.
Because it might just lead you..
To success, happiness, and love.
For it is alive and not dead.
A Dusted Cover Unread.
FaithfullyFaithfully:Faithfully in Free Verse More Like This
The day we started it all.
Is the day that I was loyal.
To the perfect princess of royal.
I will never look to another woman.
As I am of man of my word, trueman.
Times have got tough.
Roads became rough.
Though my heart is a tank.
Can't be stopped and always to protect.
The one I love is you.
So babe, no longer feel blue.
Each day that passes.
I clean these dirty glasses.
Making sure you're calm and collect.
Never wanting you to feel a wreck.
Through all the battles above.
Love is undone.
Take my hand and let's walk the breeze.
Pushing us slightly forward.
Just know from beginning to end.
My love and honor for you,
Is actually fatally,
P.S. Be good to the ones you love! You never know what you have until it's gone. So be appreciative of the love & trust they show you and do not be selfish!!
Dreams To WishesDreams To Wishes:Dreams To Wishes in Free Verse More Like This
I was born in this world.
To dream of finding you.
That one special person.
Whom knows me by heart.
Though, right from the start,
I knew it was true.
Dreamed to meet you.
But when I did,
Happiness over filled.
Distance not killed.
How I wish we were together.
Physically at last.
Anything is better then what was past.
And fighting we may.
In each other arms we lay.
My dream has came true.
Wish I was with you.
Reach My HandReach My Hand:Reach My Hand in Free Verse More Like This
The days are passing.
Our love ever lasting.
Though the distance over comes.
What can't be done.
With the help of our loved ones.
We shall meet for real.
And I end up to deal.
What means the most.
You as my host.
Love of my life.
When times get tough.
The road being rough.
Where ever your shoes may touch.
No matter what land.
Reach My Hand.
Because Eternal Love comes to those who wait.
P.S. For You Wife. <333
Once MoreOnce More:Once More in Free Verse More Like This
The obsticals of life.
Can get challenging at times.
Though with the flip of a dime.
And a bottle of wine.
We shall sit down.
At night in town.
So sip a drink.
Of what is naturally ours.
Two hearts as one.
A soul combined.
For hurt past.
Is now a blast.
To you from me,
you are my life.
Before the daybreak.
Still thirsty at dawn.
Lock the door.
Honorable LoveHonorable Love:Honorable Love in Free Verse More Like This
From start to finish.
My love is real.
My heart pleads a deal,
with your golden soul.
There was such a hole,
In my body of whole.
For which was empty.
Because my love for you.
A year later no longer feeling blue.
I can see the light,
At the end of the tunnel.
And I know the travels ahead.
We clear the threads.
That hold us together.
The distances we are.
Because in the end.
Together we are.
Needing no ropes, threads,
Or a messaging dove.
3:00 AM ConfessionsEvery time I think about it3:00 AM Confessions in Free Verse More Like This
Vicious thoughts flood my mind
Every day that is spent alone
Reminds me of what I once had
You don't talk to me anymore
The rumours you spread show that you no longer care
Hurt me with threats and insults
Inflict loneliness on me
Go about with your own life
Hide the truth about us
Understand that we are different people now
Remember the bad times and forget the good
Tell yourself I don't matter anymore
Say goodbye forever
The EscapistIt is really insomniaThe Escapist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?
I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?
Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the hole
So keep me in the trance
That you put me in before
You'll be my sweet romance
I won't need anything more
Even though we haven't met
You'll be the one that I adore
And I know you're not a threat
So I can't be hurt anymore
Silent WarsBeaten and broken down with sharp wordsSilent Wars in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That scratch and tear at your skin
The people who believed everything they heard
Don't question why, but like to join in
Dragging our feet through broken glass
Trying to ignore the bloody sight
As long as we carry on walking past
We must be getting somewhere, right?
We are angry and we are in pain
From people with no sense of empathy
We want answers to prove we're not to blame
Hard to find in a world full of apathy
We're the soldiers who don't make a sound
And we fight our own battles alone
We may be more lost than found
But we survive every stick and stone
If you dare think that because we don't speak
Of what misery, stress and pain we are in
That we are not fighting, and that we are weak
Then you need to look deep down within
Have you ever fought a battle inside
Without anyone else knowing?
Because you don't want to lose your pride
We don't want to be judged for the pain we're showing
We are worried but we are aware
That there are people you ca
EpiphanyIf I wasn't such an introvertEpiphany in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And was more energetic
Would you have chosen to stay?
If I wore a bit more makeup
And I chose to be athletic
Would you be with me today?
Maybe if I dressed more girly
And I went to bed more early
You'd have thought I'm worth your time
If I didn't dye my hair
And I had more money spare
Maybe you would still be mine
And then I realised something
As I analysed myself
And it started to sink in
If I made all of these changes
I would become someone else
Hiding my true self from him
Would that really solve the problem
Or would it just be a lie?
I never got to find that out
But I wouldn't have been happy
Constantly in a disguise
I know that without a doubt
So I think I'll keep on wearing
All my 'unfeminine' clothes
And I'll keep my hair spiked up
I won't change to fit your standards
My opinions undisclosed
I no longer give a fuck
Maybe instead of depression
I should be feeling aggression
You always looked down on me
You were always very sure
Your opinions mattered
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for youYour Story in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words
The CrowdThe crowd told me to wear a skirtThe Crowd in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wore my spiky shorts
The crowd told me "keep to yourself"
But I express my thoughts
The crowd told me to have blonde hair
I dyed it blue and pink
The crowd told me to watch TV
I chose instead to think
The crowd told me to like dubstep
I listen to The Cure
The crowd told me to drink cows' milk
But I don't see what for
The crowd told me to say I'm straight
But that's only half true
The crowd told me to have a baby
But I don't want to
Now the crowd are closing in
Calling me a freak
Now the crowd want me to conform
I'm too tongue-in-cheek
Now the crowd hate my differences
I don't think I care
Now the crowd are sick of me
And these strange clothes I wear
Now I'm looking for someone
That feels the same as me
Now I'm looking for someone
Who wants to feel more free
Now I'm looking for someone
Who's strange and kind and true
Now I'm looking for someone
But is that someone you?
WeirdThe alarm clock tells you loud and clearWeird in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's time to get your act together, dear
So force yourself to get out of bed
Forget what all those people said
Now's the time to change your routine
Of spending all day with the laptop screen
It's time to dress up like you used to
It's time to be the brand new you
So wipe all those silly tears away
Because we're living for today
The past is long gone, it's time for change
So dress how you want, no matter how strange
And wear whatever makeup you want
You're brave enough to do what the haters can't
As long as it makes you feel good about yourself
Then what is it to do with anyone else?
Show the people that hurt you so
That you will never sink as low
Show them that you're still yourself
That you won't simply be put on the shelf
Bare your teeth and they'll get scared
Do the things they never dared
In time you'll see their jealousy
In time they'll copy you and me
You see, they live with conformity
A dangerous thing, as you can see
Break that pattern
A Letter To My BodyDear my body,A Letter To My Body in Emotional More Like This
Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.
The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the carcasses of once living beings even when deep down I felt it was wrong to do so.
I'm sorry for putting you in such danger of hearing damage - through all the times I listen to my iPod with the music blaring loudly through my earphones, and the times I spend at the front rows of concerts, the speakers so powerful I can feel the vibrations running thro
What was there to destroy?I am a hollow beingWhat was there to destroy? in Free Verse More Like This
With a beating heart
I am stuck in a hollow world
Lifeless bodies surround me
I am screaming out
Weary eyes, raw throat
I am standing behind you
Ignored every second
I am looking in the mirror
Realize I've destroyed myself
But then again, what was there to destroy...?
Don't I deserve it?Why is the flesh so fragile?Don't I deserve it? in Free Verse More Like This
Soft skin turns to jagged red lines
The day before the snow came
Three years ago so similar
Right to this day, before the moon came out
This life I live, it frightens them
One week ago I finally went insane
I cut some more jagged lines
Right down to the bone, my love
I hope this hurts you
As much as it hurts me every day
Don't I deserve it, my love?
After all, I blame you
All of my insecurities, spoon fed
Only by you, my sweet love
So go home, let me rest
Do I not deserve it, my love?
MonsterAs I cry aloneMonster in Free Verse More Like This
Tears roll down my cheeks
Tears that never fell for you
Only for my innocence
The razor felt cold on my skin
Waiting for the wonderful pain to begin
As I slide the cold razor down my arm
Tiny beads of crimson appear
A permanent reminder of what I have become
My innocence is gone
I'm all alone in the dark
That forever surrounds me
I quickly slashed my wrist
I could feel myself slowly
Slipping into the darkness
There was nothing I could do
It was too late to save me
I could never be an angel
I'm only a monster
But I'm gone
To Escape the GhostsShe hastily picked up the bladeTo Escape the Ghosts in Free Verse More Like This
The sharp razor, so cold
She knew she had to do this
She always knew.
Suddenly she remembered
What she was here for
Here in this room
Holding her only comfort.
Slowly dragging it
Accross her pale skin
She sighed in relief
To her, this was happiness.
Into her soft flesh
She knows this is addiction
Her only escape from the ghosts
Of her past.
A Light in Winterland - Contest - ClosedA Light in Winterland - Contest - Closed in Personal Journal More Like This
We :iconevelivesey: :iconcd-stock: :iconybsilon-stock: are back with our next contest. It´s almost Christmas, so we decided to inspire you with our winterly stocks.
Show us your imagination if you think on " a light in winter
Happy HalloweenHappy Halloween in Personal More Like This
I wish you all a wonderful Halloween. I´m so overwhelemd of all your beautiful Halloween-art with my stocks. Thank you very much. I never thought e.g. that my Evil Pumpkin would be such a success and so many artist would used them.
Works with my Halloween pumpkins:
Spooky Night by MysticSerenity
This is Halloween by kuschelirmel
Who Can Say? by slight-art-obsessionNo candies by Flobelebelebobele
This is Halloween. by TheRoadNovel
Summer, Sun and Fun - Challenge- is closed Theme : Summer, Sun & Fun - ChallengeSummer, Sun and Fun - Challenge- is closed in Personal Journal More Like This
The challenge is closed. Thanks so much to all participants, who send me so lovely entries. They are all unbelievable beautiful and all fit to the theme so great. All judges will have a lot of fun to look at and we will have a hard voting.
I returned from my holidays to the Canary Islands. I brought back some stocks, but not so many, I relaxed a lot and enjoyed the sun and the silence in my hotel. I´m sad that the week is over, but it was so wonderful for me. I will post some new stocks soon. Most I took from the dunes of Maspalomas (Gran Canaria), the sea and plants