My Gift To You PoPo,More Like This
My goofy yet sweet panda,
There’s something I want to give you,
For our one year anniversary of marriage,
Now I know this may not seem much to the normal eye,
But to me it’s something very special and near and dear to my heart,
As it’s a necklace that contains the only picture I have of me and my parents,
They left it to me when they dropped me off at the orphanage,
And I want to give it to you now my sweet heart,
As I want it to be symbol of the love I have for you,
And a symbol of the family I want you to be part of,
So please keep it safe my Po bear,
But I should already know you will because you are just that awesome.
Not A Monster But A WonderTigress,More Like This
On these past few nights,
You have awoken in cold sweats and tears stinging your eyes,
As you were having nightmares of your past,
About the kids and caretakers calling you a monster and other horrible things,
But you know what Tigress you don’t have anything to fear,
As they are liars and had no right to call you such things,
And you I’ll tell you why kitten,
Because no monster could be as sweet or kind as you are,
No monster could ever have such a big heart as yours,
No monster would defend the innocence from the evil,
And furthermore no monster,
Could ever be as magnificent and wonderful as a wife and mother to her child as you are,
Somebody like that isn’t a monster but instead an Angel of awesomeness,
Just trust me Ti,
You’re one of the great wanders of the gods and the love of this panda’s life.
RingThese are the days of sick pale sunlightMore Like This
Worms writhing in the soft muddy ground
Baseball played in black mourning uniforms
By ghosts of summers past
These are the days of gulls dashing against rocks
Of stories half-remembered read from yellowed books
Confused dust fumbling about in slanted light
In ancient hospital rooms
These are the days of wanting to be more
Fuller, more colorful, vibrant and alive
But these days squirm in semi-darkness
Eating shadows of the past
I see you removed your ring; it was cheap, and left a green circle on your finger.
Nothing is golden anymore.
You Were My Light PoPo,More Like This
As long as I can remember,
I was alone in this world,
Nobody paid mind to me or they just stayed away from me,
I guess it was because of what I was,
They didn’t see a girl,
As in their eyes they only saw a monster,
But that all changed when I met you Po,
You weren’t afraid of me and saw me for not a monster but a friend,
And for the first time in my life,
I had the feeling of warmth and comfort,
I felt what it was like to be in a friendship,
And it was great,
I was happy,
But I soon realized throughout our years together as best friends,
That something more was growing,
Something made my belly feel like it was full of flapping butterflies,
Something that made my heart feels all soft and mushy,
Something that made me feels safe and nervous when I was with you,
And I realized after some time that this something was love,
I realized I was in love with you Po,
And lucky for me I found out that you to had the same feelings,
And we both knew that w
10 ways to become a better artistDear, deviantart fellow artistsMore Like This
How to become better at art? How to gain necessary skill and how to stay motivated and inspired?
There are no right, or wrong answers to these questions, as we all are different and we have our own creative journeys - but here are some of my thoughts about the topic and I hope that they might be helpful.
1. Make art with your heart
Make the art that you enjoy to create. Make what resonates with you, put your heart in it (not literally) and it will show through your artworks.
2. Be consistent
Commit to yourself. Do something daily, even if it's just a sketch. Perhaps, do a study every morning or make speedpaintings. You may not see the progress at first, but you shouldn't get discouraged by that. Not every single one of your artworks has to be a masterpiece and it's totally okay to have a bad drawing every once
You only fly for a little whileShe was just four years oldMore Like This
kicking her feet
harder and harder,
as the swingset creaked
She finally reached the peak,
"Mama, I'm gonna fly."
and so she did;
three feet into the air,
sticking the landing
like a gymnast
And I wonder everyday
if those were the same words
before jumping off that bridge,
unable to remember,
you only fly for a little while.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyMore Like This
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
RomeoThe name's Romeo. Yeah, alright. Don't bother. Whatever you were about to say, I've already heard it: considering the fact that probably everyone in the world is force-fed Shakespeare at some point or other, it's not surprising that all the stupid puns that come my way aren't exactly original. I've had English teachers yell lines at me, thinking that, for some dumb reason, I've got the whole play memorised. Not likely. My parents didn't call me Romeo because they're Die Hard Bard fans. Dad lost a bet to a mate. Not exactly enchanting.More Like This
I was watching TV in the living room, minding my own business. All of a sudden the door slammed open, and there was Mum, glaring at me as though I'd left a week's worth of socks stuffed behind the radiator. I was about to remind her that I'd taken out the rubbish that morning, but before I could say anything, she strode over to the windows and wre
Society Is Ugly.Society is ugly.More Like This
Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.
The girl you see
In the mirror is
Just the way she is
Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.
Society is ugly.
Confused EmotionsI feel lost, out of place,More Like This
All I do is take up space
I leave myself thinking
What am I here for?
Nobody wants me.
Nobody loves me.
What am I doing here?
Where's the answer?
Where's the signs?
Where's my reason?
Where's my line?
How did I get here?
Why did I come?
Why don't I leave?
Do I know you?
When can we go home.
Why am I so sad?
Nothing's gone wrong...
Why do I feel so down?
Nobodie's hurt me...
Why is it so cold?
It's hot outside...
Why am I so scared?
I am not alone...
Why does helping hurt?
I try to be nice...
Why do they bug me?
I didn't bug them...
Why do I feel lost?
I'm inside my house...
Why don't I feel loved?
AloneMore Like This
I feel alone.
Seperate from others.
Suffering from a broken heart.
I have friends.
They care for me.
But their too busy with their lives.
Am I selfish?
I stand in the highwall not caring.
I watch my life pass by in blurrs.
Turning my head just looking around.
My heart bleeds.
I feel so alone.
I watch people hug and kiss.
I try to get noticed.
I scream at the top of my lungs.
No one notices.
I curl up in fetal position in the middle of the floor.
I tug my hair gently to see if I'm still alive.
I claw at my skin to bleed more.
My life keeps on going.
But I dont.
I walk like on autopilot.
Don't...Dont cry,More Like This
because someone is falling in love with your eyes
because someone is falling love with your voice
because someone is falling in love with your smile
because someone is falling in love with you
A Suicide Note..More Like This
Dear Mum and Dad,
First of all you need to know that this is not your fault,
It's mine, for I locked my problem inside me like a vault,
Problems that I was never able to tell you,
Problems that I'm sick of dealing with. I'm through.
I'm sick of pretending that everything's alright,
I'm sick of having all these emotional demons to fight.
I can't take my depressing life anymore,
I realize I felt this way too often before.
I now know I'm not needed in this place,
Just another stupid teen, just another ugly face.
I can tell I'm secretly hated by everyone I know,
Though, when I'm around, they don't let their hatred show.
My life has no purpose as I can clearly see,
No one needs me and everyone hates me
I hate this world I live in, I hate how I feel now.
I try so hard to be accepted, but I don't know how.
I hate my reputation.. a fat loser.. a slut
So I'm ending my life, my wrists I will cut.
I want you two to know, that I really do love you,
But I hate my life too much, this is the only thi
EmoSo what if I'm emo?More Like This
So what if I cry?
I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.
These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to cry.
I know Im not perfect,
I'm sure you will agree
But I am so very positive,
as positive as can be
That Im not like you,
Oh dont make me laugh!
I dont spend hours on my make-up's mask
I'm totally self-confident,
Ill smile for all to see.
Because the great thing about being emo,
Is that I am happy, with just being me.
Dont be afraid of who you are.<
Emo?Emo?More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
Touchyour skin is soft and warm under my fingertips as my hand moves along your body. i feel you forget to breathe when i touch you. when your hand grazes my skin, all my air seems to disappear. the feel of your gentle lips on mine is more than i could ever ask for. when i feel you near, the world around me comes to a standstill. nothing else matters, only the beating of our two hearts as one when we embrace. my hands are so greedy when i hold you- i never want to let you go. is it too much to say that i have never felt this way when any other girl holds my hand? or that there has never been so little oxygen when past girls walk into the room?More Like This
should i tell you this, let you know how i feel, or should i keep it to myself, and let you go on loving me?
my heart longs for your touch, the warmth of your embrace, the comfort of your kiss. i need the safe feeling i get when you are next to me. i cannot live if you are far away.
i love you too much.
i love you with all my heart.
i will love you un
Breathe NowI can only see you with my eyes closed now.More Like This
The shell I see with open lids is a husk of my love
and I would die and kill to return your fire, your passion
to kindle in my heart, but instead I live with what I want,
but never achieving happiness because you cannot release,
letting go of fears and doubts to just love me for all of my faults.
Life, to you, is surviving – not thriving on
the love that surrounds you.
Stop the flow of interruption and
clam your nerves. Find peace in the children;
let your confusion of right die. Just be happy,
be theirs, be mine.
Be yours first. Let me not knot you,
let me hold you, spiritually and emotionally –
physically we are well, but tenuously we die
with each breath you breathe alone.
I want to run. I want to be alone at times and at times
I am, but you have no such loneliness;
anxiety and suffocation is all you know, so
perhaps you need those breaths alone,
but when you breathe, use my air
even when I am not there.
Be alone for a time, be
DepressionEach tiny tablet dissolved in my stomach,More Like This
And left a shameful after-taste in my mouth,
Doing little to help the problem.
You can only cauterize a wound so many times
Before the body is too damaged to comeback.
Yet each day I swallowed my hope
That maybe today the wound would seal,
That the blackened areas rearranging my thoughts
Were really just a distant memory.
I grabbed each shard of relief and let them seep through me,
Feeling my soul convulse in disgust at my own weakness.
The cracks in my smiles and the hollowness of my laughter
Patched up with glue and staples,
Just enough to get me through the day.
I stared at the people around me and wondered
What it’s like to be free,
And so I grab an extra fragment of peace
And pretend that everything’s
how to become a writerhave parents that separateMore Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve