The Man without a FaceHe stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tears
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his
He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.
He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.
A con you could say, no one pronounced his name
he beamed when spat at; he felt no shame
He would pose a victim, he would express pain
he then shall betray that companion, again and again
Yet if one ponders with reason, the fault is not his;
not knowing purpose of life created what he is
so he adapts like the crops that adapt to the rain
all he does is adapt to what shall bring him gain
A corpse no
Street WalkerThe night looms listlessly over streets of grayMore Like This
While shopkeepers lock up and retire.
Yet one girl is left to wander astray
With a lecherous service that men desire.
Leaning, leaning, always leaning
Against brick walls and street lights gleaming.
Amidst pale moon and shining stars
She reluctantly enters pitch black cars.
She tries to warm up her frigid bones
After nights of sleeping in bathroom stalls.
Then takes on a customer’s incessant moans
Being smacked to the floor, once more she crawls.
Searching, searching, always searching
For a desperate soul that’s lurching
Towards her in a lonely fashion
With gentle eyes that show compassion.
Midnight arrives, and the city blinks twice
To adjust its eyes, and show its true face.
She waits at the bus stop, ready to entice
But none wish to pay for her sinful embrace.
Fearing, fearing, always fearing
That her spirit’s disappearing
Nobody really see’s her there
Nobody has a heart to spare.
No money to feed her draining s
On Opiate CloudsFalling fast, both apart and whole,More Like This
Through these dark clouds I stroll,
Among winged jays and swallows too,
I am never more apart from you.
Amongst the frigid, tempered air
I only long for a cross to a bear,
That I might suffer and repent,
And join you on your sweet ascent.
But nevermore softly amongst the crowds,
Will we drift amongst the opiate clouds.
Heaven knows what I could give,
If God would just let you live;
But instead death would seek to claim
What once was bonded in one name.
On hardened, heated, boiled ground,
I long to hear some other sound,
Than the whisper of the willow tree,
That calls you sweetly, and calls to me.
But now you lay in those black shrouds,
And dream evermore on opiate clouds.
RhythmDo you hear it?More Like This
The constant thrum.
It moves everyone in sequence
Fire dances to it
It encompasses everything and nothing
Can you match the beat?
Waste nothing in finding the beat
and using it
Thrum, Thrum, Thrum
Carry OnI like sharp things;More Like This
The way they shine
The way they hurt
The way they leave a red line.
I like to bleed;
The way it's red
They way it hurts
The way it washes out what they said.
I like to live;
The way it's wrong
The way it hurts
The way it tells me that I am strong.
Anachronistic DespairI am starving in the apertureMore Like This
fed only a stray quantum
a glimpse of photons in slivers
served on plates of silvered copper
in dark rooms.
No, that’s not right.
These days, it’s more likely
And I am a daguerrotype still,
so very still.
FragilityI desperately hold onMore Like This
to the notion that I'm strong.
Yet no matter how hard I try,
I'm still fragile.
I surround myself with friends,
yet I've never felt more alone.
Anyone I ever get close to,
just ends up leaving me in the end.
A broken facade,
cracked for an instant.
Only to be sealed back up
with the glue of unwanted solitude.
RandomYou want to dive into the darkness of my mind? Why steal mine when you can fully equate yourself to the derelict depths of yourself? Create your own method of madness and find your inner sanctum of sanity in the world around you. Find your place of peace where the breeze softens your mood and eases you to relaxation; deny everything around you to create a true outer body experience. I dare you to steal the moment's peace I have when I shut my eyes, you will peril at the rawness behind this mask I wear, and I will relish in your amazement while I find a plan to name your downfall for this treason. I come here wishing to be left alone, not to be disturbed by a cretin from the outside world that's only purpose is to take the one thing I hold dearest to me. I walk away to my open barren wasteland that I call home, stand on the edge of the plane and breathe in the smell of sweet freedom of no criticism and sarcasm, I close my eyes and extend my arms to feel the breeze rush calmly around me.More Like This
DoomThe "End" will notMore Like This
reign down from above,
it will explode from inside
as a micro-apocalyptic
self inflicted doom.
PhoenixDeath leaves its markMore Like This
In ashes of grey,
Yet life always circles
Though lifeless hope lays.
Can I rise as a phoenix
Find new life in death?
The flame is rekindled,
Lungs fill with sweet breath.
The phoenix cries tears
That heal and that mend.
We too need to cry
To be whole in the end.
The bird of the flame
Flies far and flies free.
Lift up your voices
And with it, we sing.
We will rise as a phoenix,
Death gives birth to new life
When the world sees this miracle,
Peace and hope replace strife.
Why Giants aren't so Bad*ssMore Like This
Spinosaurus: Why Giants aren't so Bad*ss!
In October of 1989, when director Steven Spielberg was speaking with science fiction author Michael Crichton about ideas for screenplay of a TV series, the author let slip the news that he planned on writing a book about geneticists resurrecting dinosaurs. Before any other deals were done, Spielberg demanded rights to a screenplay for the book, which was a non-negotiable fee of 1.5 million US Dollars along with a fair percentage of the gross from the film. Crichton agreed, and before he had even published his final draft, the film Jurassic Park was on its way to development. Four years later, it would hit the big screen as one of the biggest films of our age, roughly three years after the book was released. By then, Jurassic Park was a bestseller, and was well on its way to becoming Crichton's signature novel, so the movie took the world by storm. By May of 2013, the film's total earnings has equal
20 Writing Tips1. Write like crazy. Whether it's by hand or on a computer, just write, write, write, write, WRITE. The more you work at it, the better you'll get at it.More Like This
2. Be flexible. Don't just stick to what you already know. Dare to write something outside your comfort zone.
3. Never throw an idea away. Ideas are like fish: you never know when you'll catch a good one, and if you let it go, you most likely won't get it back. Keep a journal for your ideas and write down anything that comes to mind, no matter how silly or stupid it may sound.
4. Take your time. Don't expect to write a bestseller in a few months, or even a few years. (I learned this the hard way.)
5. Be prepared for a LOT of rejections and a LOT of criticism. Don't assume you'll hit it off with the first publisher you find, and don't expect everyone to like your book, or to bother reading it at all.
6. Be open to other people's suggestions, but write the story that YOU want.
7. Go easy on yourself. Don't expect your book
This Is Why You Are Loved Dear Someone,More Like This
You are the one who has sat alone--the one who felt misunderstood. You are the one who smiled but found nothing in return. You are the one who wanted to speak, but could never find the courage. You are the one who had few you called friends, but treasured them more than all the riches in the world. You are the one who has been hurt, time and time again; yet somehow, manage to push forward. You are the one who has cried a thousand tears and felt a thousand pains—all to hide it behind a façade that you have perfected. You are the one who felt ugly, unwanted, and cold.
But, you are loved.
“No,” you say, “how could I be loved? How is someone capable of loving me?”
“To my mother, I am a burden, to friends, an embarrassment, and my father didn’t even want me.”
But, you are.
“Then why do I hurt? Why do I feel alone, and lost, and cold?”
You are beautiful. Everything abou
She's Mine NowI'm taking herMore Like This
I'm claiming her
nothing you do will stop me
from loving her
you mistreated her you never loved her
Always late, always forgetting important days, and full of excuses
but no more
She's mine now
stop trying to find her
just back down
I will fight you for her
because you are nothing
and she's everything
she's truly happy now
so leaver her alone
Tutorial: Legally Get Your Stolen Art RemovedMore Like This
Here's a quick tutorial for anyone who might find their artworks on a website without their authorized permission. This is the method that you legally go about having copyright infringement dealt with, so your request (if submitted to a host located in the US or other countries that respect copyright laws) will not go ignored. You do not need a lawyer to file a DMCA takedown notice, you only need to be the copyright holder of the work. If you created the work, it's copyrighted to you.
You will usually not get much of a response if you try to submit an informal copyright notice through Support requests on a website. This method is what's outlined in Section 512(c) of the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, and what service providers will respond to.
STEP 1: See if the website has a copyright section in the Terms
Levi's StoryJuvenile DelinquentMore Like This
He coughed up blood as again his face was smashed against the mirror of the bathroom. Their laughter echoed in his head with muffled mockery. He groaned audibly as they yanked him by his hair pulling him into one of the stalls.
With all the vigor he could muster he grabbed the edge of the door of the stall as he heard one of his attackers cackle, "C'mon its only pleasantries we wash that hair before cutting it all off!" Blood spattered against the floor as he hissed through his teeth as they kicked and punched to weaken him.
His palms sweaty his fingers loosening on the door he fell, his head hitting the edge of the porcelain toilet. He lay on the cool tile floor a moment, he whispered at first reluctant, "Help me…"
Again one of his attackers pulled at his hair, "What's that poor boy, you say somethin'?" Angry he spit a mixture of blood and saliva onto the young man's face, "Ew…what the hell- fuck this your gonna get it now Grease!"
Angrily a horde of hands
dA Guide: Text FormattingMore Like This
This is just a simple html guide to formatting text on dA (and other sites as well), since nicely formatted text makes everything more visually appealing! :) My goal was just to compile some html info into a simple, easy to understand guide for quick reference. I'm not very experienced with html so please let me know if you have any corrections or codes I should add!
This guide goes a little above and beyond dA's FAQ entry (although I purposely left out anything to do with links, because they don't work on literature submissions). I also provided working examples, which might make the codes a little easier to understand. (Keep in mind that when you type html tags, the effects won't be visible until you hit "Preview" on your comment, journal, etc. I only made them visible here for the purpose of demonstration.)
Let's get started!
The following codes can be used in comments, deviation descriptions, journals, and pr
What If You'd Just AskedWhat if you’d just asked.More Like This
If you hadn’t assumed I was like every other hormone-crazed teenager.
If you’d known how my purity ring burned on my hand.
If you’d known how the tears fell when I ran away from you.
How your grasp on my forearm burned when you stared into my bloodshot eyes.
Muttering that you wouldn’t tell anyone.
Muttering that it was best to let it go.
Muttering, always muttering.
What if you’d just spoken up.
If you hadn’t let me run into hiding.
If you’d known that you’d just witnessed a sexual assault in progress.
If you’d known that I didn’t ask for his hands on me.
How his hands burned on my skin, alighting my clothes in hypothetical fire.
Constantly burning, every time someone hugged me.
Constantly burning, keeping me awake at night.
Constantly burning, turning who I was to ashes.
What if you’d just told someone.
If you hadn’t let me go home that night and cry myself to sleep.
Five Dads Five DadsMore Like This
In this life I've had 5 dads
A story behind each one
In this life I've had 5 dads
All of them claimed to call me son
The first couldn't control his urges or desires
So he grabbed a women, and by force I was sired
To this day I look in the mirror,
and I see the scars of his past
I was a child never wanted, it was never meant to last
The second took me in, when I was cast out
He raised me and loved me, till a new wife came about
I guess it goes to show
That with affection you never know
What is real and what is fake
Even if a young boys heart is at stake
The third was a savage, that claimed protection and comfort
So my mother took him in, but only pain did he contort
The first month was great, everyone was happy
But then quickly the beatings
Ended every dream that was sappy
As the police car pulled away
My heart laid shattered and broken
But the story does not end
The fourth nightmare must be spoken
He claimed to be a man of honor and respect
But when he was
Let it Burni was on youtube with my sister when we fount a Let it go parody called Let it Burn. The lyrics were cool and creative, but it was too dark for me. So i wrote my own! feel free to give me some feedback and opinions on needed improvements if any.More Like This
~Let it burn
The wind blows calm on the sand tonight,
Not a footprint to be seen,
A kingdom of light extinguished,
And it looks like,
I'm the queen,
Their cries are building like this smoldering core inside,
Couldn't keep it in,
Heaven knows i tried
Don't let them in don't let them see,
Be the good girl you always have to be,
Conceal don't feel,
Don't let them learn,
Well now they've learned
Let it burn!
Let it burn!
Now I'm my only concern,
Let it burn!
Let it burn!
My lesson has been learned,
I don't care that I've run away,
Let the fire rage on,
The heat never bothered me anyway
the further i get from there,
The more that i can see,
And the darkness I once dreaded,
No longer controls me
It's tome to see what i can do,
To test the limit
Idiot (PeterParkerxReader) One-ShotIt was late and you had to work an extra shift. Now that you were running for your life, you regretted letting your boss making your work late. It was practically pouring too so if you slipped, you would be a goner. Your attacker was still chasing you even after four blocks! This guy was very persistent! You still kept running though, hoping that you would run into somebody that could help you. Sadly, there was no one walking around at one in the morning. If you had lived closer to work, you would have gotten back home around midnight or even earlier. You were seriously going to have to quick that crummy job when and if you made it of this alive.More Like This
"Just go away!" You shouted back at him, tears streaming down your cheeks and mixing in with the rain water.
He merely grunted and then you heard the sound of a knife being flicked out. That made the fear in you rise. You kept on running but sadly, tripped on a garbage bag that was near a dark alley. You fell on your face and before you
Peter x Reader I'm SpidermanMore Like This
Peter x Reader I’m Spiderman
“Peter, you should try calling me when you’re not trying to crack some lame joke. I’ve honestly had enough!” (Name) cried, flopping onto her bed with an exasperated sigh. Peter Parker, one of the most attractive and athletic nerds she knew, just couldn’t seem to stop cracking lame jokes. It was getting on her last nerve, too.
Almost every other hour he’d call her, some corny crack left on a message (she’d learned to stop answering every time he called), and every 15 minutes he’d text her a joke drier than the Sahara Desert in August.
“(Name), I’m telling you, I’m being seriously for real this time!” Peter’s voice came across breathlessly, as if he were running. Which seemed to be the case, since she heard his feet pounding on the concrete.
“What in the world, Peter? You’ve been calling me and leaving lame messages all day. What makes this call so importa
A Distance Closed (Elsa x Reader)More Like This
Elsa is a wonderful hostess, just as Anna had always known she could be. The other girl had always been the epitome of perfection, or at least it seemed she used to be. Now Anna could see Elsa was just as normal as the next person, magical talents aside. The redhead simply unable to fight the grin upon her face as she watches Elsa interact with everyone, freely shaking hands and accepting hugs and the like. She’d always been so afraid to touch others, but here she was the life of the party. The amazing queen of Arendelle and Anna has never been prouder.
When Anna chuckles to herself, Kristoff gives her a curious look. She grins devilishly as she waves him off, but the blonde can tell by the look in her eyes that she has a secret she simply needs to share. He grins knowingly as Anna looks up to him with wide enthused eyes, barely able to keep herself from hopping excitedly in place.
“So what is it?”
“It’s Elsa!” she replies with absolutely no hesitanc
Howl of the Wind (Jack Frost x Dog!Reader) 1/2 Thoughts are in italics.More Like This
(y/n)= your name
(h/c)= hair color
(e/c)= eye color
(f/c)= favorite color
(y/nn)= your nickname
You snuggle up against your mother's tummy, your (h/c) fur matching hers. The rhythm of her soft breathing begins to lull you to sleep. Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming towards your house. They definitely belong to more than one person. You hear the door open and you smell the scent of your owner, along with many others.
Your siblings rush towards the door, yapping furiously. You, being the cautious pup that you are, stay in the basket near your mother. Peeking out, you see many young humans fawning over your brothers and sisters. Seeing that no harm has come to them,
Bunnymund x Child!Reader P3Bunnymund x child! Reader part 3More Like This
You gasped at the sight before you. There, right in front of your very eyes; is the inside of North’s Work Shop. The enormous globe of Earth, flying toys that illuminated the room with their inner lights, toys: big and small, dolls, plush toys of assorted animals, action figures, and huge, hairy Yetis; building and decorating the toys! Wait, Yetis? But you thought tiny elves helped make the toys but all there doing is eating cookies and hitting each other with instruments.
“Jack, why are the elves not helping Santa?” you asked.
Jack chuckled to himself, he gets down to your height and whispers, “Let’s just say they are on vacation right now”.
“Ooooh! How nice of Santa to give them some break time”, Jack smiles at your adorableness.
You tug on Jack’s hoodie,”When are we going to see the Easter bunny?”
Jack smirked. His plan was to go to North’s workshop to “borro
Bunnymund x Child!Reader P2Bunnymund x child!reader part 2 ~Back with you~More Like This
You were finished with setting your trap for the Easter bunny and started to check off stuff.
"Bunny bait.Check. Cage.Check. (Favorite Breakfast).Check" you checked off the stuff with a crayon and say down while while holding the rope that was holding a bird cage above the bowl of carrots.
Little did you know, a certain Guardian was watching you from a tree, trying to surpress a laugh from your "Bunny Trap".
"If only she knew that the Easter bunny is 6ft tall"Jack thought.
"Now I to wait! " you as you say down behide a cardboard bush you made in school.
"This kid is just too cute, I think it's Time I introduce myself. Hopefully she can see me" Jack got down from the tree and tapped you on the shoulder.
You gasped. You looked at Jack with wide eyes while he just stood there wondering if you could see him.
"Hi! I like your sweater! It's pretty!"
Jack smiled. "Thanks, and hey, my name is -
"I know who you are silly! Your Jack Frost! Jamie ta
Bunnymund x Child!readerBunnymund x Child!readerMore Like This
Today is the day!
The day you go on your self given quest; Find the Easter Bunny!
You took your mother's alarm clock and set it to 5:00am.
Why? Because the early bird catches the worm or for you the bunny.
As much as you loved exploring around your home for eggs you grew bored and instead wanted to seek the one thing no finds on Easter.
The one who hides the eggs.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-Smack!
"Operation: Find Easter Bunny begins!-Oops!" You smack your hands over your mouth. You didn't want your parents to wake up, they'd never let you out this early alone. Silently you tip-toed across the hall and into the kitchen.
First, you grab a mini pot to protect your head, then your (Fave animal) shaped backpack, also a bowl with a bottle of Fiji water and a batch of carrots you grew yourself.
Slowly you grabbed the mini chair from your desk set and placed it in front of the door and stepped up to turn the door knob. You jump off the mini chair , c
Frozen tears (A Jack Frost x Reader One-shot)More Like This
It was Christmas eve, the busiest day in the pole. Yeti's were scurrying round, making sure everything was ready to go so North could leave in order to deliver the presents.
The elves, well they were just being elves.
And you, well you were in the midst of it all, trying to avoid the giant Yeti's from stampeding over you.
And most importantly, trying to avoid Jack.
You and Jack had been friends for a while, after a cold, hard snowball had smacked you right in the face.
It was a harsh meeting. But he was more shocked you could see him than the foul language pouring out of your mouth. You were a teenager; No teenager had believed for centuries.
But you were an exception.
You had grown up with the legends, So it wasn't really that unnatural.
But to the guardians, it was a big thing.
Jack took you to meet them, after North's insistence. He told you that he felt "In his belly" that a teenager, somewhere, believed. Tooth just wanted to check out your teeth, stating they were pearly white, Bu
Ace X Reader - Heat StrokeAce X ReaderMore Like This
"Well this stinks " You mumbled to yourself as your foot sank at least half a meter into the hot sand below you. The sweat was pouring down your face, and the exposed parts of your _____ skin burned in the harsh sunlight as you struggled to get your foot out again. It had felt like hours since you had been separated from Luffy, Ace and the others, but you had learned that the deserts of Arabasta could mess around with your common sense from the stories Vivi had told you upon entering the sand country. A figure appeared in the far distance, the silhouette distorting wildly from the intense heat waves coming from the sun and sand , above and below. At first you just ignored it, dismissing it as a simple mirage, nothing more. But when the figure started waving at you, a instinctive feeling rose from your gut and you began to walk towards it.
After walking towards the figure for nearly an hour, it felt almost hopeless reaching it as it just seemed
Don't StepDon’t step to meMore Like This
I may wear a frilly pink skirt, but I will TAKE YOU in a fight.
Not even because I’m angry, I could just use the exercise
In humility, so throw me your best haymaker, and I’ll take it, because I’ve never had a bone too beautiful to break it. No, throw me to the ground and I’ll memorise the sound because it’s profound that you think your pride can push ME around.
They say words are the way to make a man break. But while you’re focussed on finding a phrase to prove your ego more great, you won’t see my hands palming your hate. Making mental memos of words, mementos of the curse. Those things you think will hurt me that I’ll later ridicule in verse.
Don’t step to me, no.
In fact, you should fear me, my foe.
I fight like a COWARD.
I fight like I fear every moment of pain, like a boy whose stuffed tiger was taken away, like no eye-gouge is too cruel for someone in my way. This isn’t a weekend spar, a
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
Day OneI pull the threadbare cotton blanket tighter around my shoulders and watch as the purple sky flushes a virginal pink. The quickening blood in my veins and the violent bumping of my heart against my ribcage is enough to make me pull my hair out with my brittle nails and weak hands. This is my first sunrise. I am fighting a thousand instincts. Goosebumps pop up on the bare skin of my arms.More Like This
“Are you cold?” the Doctor asks, sliding his white coat off his shoulders.
I shake my head as a shiver passes through me. “No.”
He gingerly spreads the coat over me and returns to his seat a few feet to my left. He will be punished severely if anyone finds out that he’s brought me here. The coat doesn’t offer much in the way of extra warmth, but it does let me catch his scent. Musk, soap, and menthol.
“I want to go inside,” I say, my clumsy fingers trying to unlock the wheels on my chair but I can’t seem to reach them.
He sighs and looks out
A Canvas Painted RedCrimson. So much crimson.More Like This
He turned his head slightly, it’s a white canvas splashed with red, he thought to himself. Except, the canvas was snow and the red was his blood.
He looked up, watching as an owl glided overhead, wishing that he too, could get up and fly back home.
The boy wanted to live. He was too young to die, barely nineteen. It wasn’t fair though he’d always known the risk and he’d always been willing. He’d had to, his family had always and it was in his blood…
But now my blood is flowing out of me, he thought to himself, bitterly. He wished he could say he didn’t fear death like so many others who claimed they didn’t – but were they being honest?
They didn’t know what it felt like to dance with death, to be so close to it that you could taste it, could hear it calling your name and beckoning you with open, seductively warm arms. Maybe if they were lying in their own blood, feeling the cold creepin
SeptemberSummer is coming to its end.More Like This
The days are getting shorter,
Losing their color...
I need to get home.
Though I must admit,
There’s a certain beauty about it.
Living in soft-focus;
The autumn colors blurring together gently,
My not-quite-leaden heart still trying desperately
To keep pace with my mind.
It’s almost as refreshing as it is bleak.
So I’ll come back to familiar.
I’ll come back home.
I like it here, you know.
However cheerless it is to stay here,
However heartrendingly numb it makes me feel,
I’ll take this over the terrifying prospect of change, any day.
It’s a twisted sort of solace I get from this place.
And I’ve learned to take that wherever I can get it.
Even if it’s here.
Even if it’s home.
he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.More Like This
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny
The Nightingale and The Stranger(The Stranger)More Like This
You watched the raindrops, oh nightingale
With your crimson eyes, your stare impales
Leave this world, for your lover awaits
For thee, his cries carried by the gale
In October's bliss, as raindrops fall
I watch the clouds, I whisper my call
I am lost, forlorn, in sheer discord
For I am alone - as are we all
O9/25/13O9/25/13More Like This
Drabble- #13 beginning
“Evelyn?” the young girl's voice echoed in the small room. “Evelyn, can we-”
“Shh,” Evelyn placed a finger against her sister's lips. “Not yet. Just hold on.”
The room around them was a shadow of a past civilization. Tainted sunlight filtered in through the window above their heads, dancing about the room of discarded dreams and memories. Picture frames, mostly face down- the others too disfigured to make out any details- littered the decrepit carpet along with other pieces of the old world. A baby's cradle rested against the opposite wall, with what must have once resembled the solar system dangling above it.
Breath in, Evelyn thought. Breath out.
The crackling of gravel once again broke the otherwise silent world around them. A sharp, scraping sound, as if dragging across the pavement.
A light squeeze on her hand reminded Evelyn to let her breath go.
Slowly, she leaned towards her sist
Greg's GroceriesTechnically, I don't steal anything. It's not like I'm out at two in the morning robbing unsuspecting shoppers in the Wal-Mart parking lot. I'm not even shoplifting. No, I just steal people's groceries.More Like This
But no, it's not like that. I'm not actually stealing their groceries. I mean, they don't have any legal claim to them. The merch still belongs to the store. Just, when the shopper's not looking, maybe temporarily distracted by a newly constructed sale display or looking for the perfect cut of meat, I make off with their shopping cart.
It's best to get them when they're making their way toward the checkout lanes. The cart doesn't necessarily need to be full to the brim. I just like getting them when they're at least close to done with their shopping. That way, I get the whole picture, not just a handful of lost puzzle pieces.
I kind of think of it as a hobby, no different than ham radio or hiking. I usually make off with between two and five carts on an average weekend. Wh
ffm 14 - His Adoring Fans“It really is a curse being this beautiful,” Aiden said as he waved to the crowd.More Like This
That was my brother, Mr. Humble. He hummed a few bars of “I'm too sexy”. The crowd groaned and moaned, straining to reach him.
If the hundred of adoring “fans” hadn't been hundreds of undead monsters hoping to eat his beautiful face I might have felt the need to knock him down a peg. Before the apocalypse, that had been our thing. He'd wax poetic about his good genes, and I'd tell him he was right, if those genes were taken from a baboon's ass.
The sea of dead ringed our haven. It blocked the only road to the highway. It flooded the streets. It clogged the alleyways. If we hadn't managed to stock the store in the early days of the disaster, would would have been in the middle of a slow, horrible death by starvation. We weren't getting out any time soon.
Aiden preened. He ran his fingers through his long, greasy hair and pretended to blow a kiss to dead Mrs. MacAvo
NamesThe sky is another sky: I'm farther from my footprints than thoughts are from the waking world. Blues drain into purples; the clouds gather around the sun.More Like This
My walking stick hits the ground, which looks parched but feels like a thin layer of water. My feet create ripples. Though standing below this water would be more unusual than standing above, I make no miracles.
I've hoped for days to meet a traveller coming the other direction, to say "My name is--" and make something up, there and then. This is flawed: I've run through the scenario so many times, I already have a list of names. Clarissa. Jennifer. Amethyst.
There is no more food, nor water - yet occasionally the wind blows hints of moisture and oranges, and I feel satisfied. I follow its direction. I follow for weeks and sometimes I forget to think.
The words have been pulled from my throat. I know this because I have been greeted by a woman in a straw hat and am unable to respond. Still she pulls me to my feet - I had
A New Beginning Chapter OneA New BeginningMore Like This
Chapter One: Arrival
Today is the first day of college. People milled back and forth not really wanting to go to class, but rather wanted to go back home and to bed, even though it was almost noon. The majority of the students hung out in the student center since there really wasn’t anywhere else to go. There was one such person, who just finished their first class, went to the student center.
A female student walked into the center carrying many textbooks. She stopped and looked around the room. It was packed like a can of sardines and there wasn’t a place that wasn’t taken up by some group of people.
In her awe about the amount of people she didn’t notice that there were others behind her trying to get by and was bumped from behind, which sent her sprawling to the ground. The female student looked up through her ruby red hair and saw that there were three females looking down at her. There were tw
ReasonsReasonsMore Like This
I want to be the reason for your laugh
The reason for your beautiful smile
The reason that you day dream
The reason you can look forward to tomorrow
Because you are the reason I laugh
The reason I smile
The reason I day dream
You are the reason I hope for a life time of tomorrows with you
The Story of a Lonely Girl Growing up (short storyThe Story of a Lonely Girl Growing UpMore Like This
A young woman watched the sun rise. A breeze gently lifted her hair. The woman used her hand to put it behind her ear, her eyes thoughtful as she thought about the road that brought her to this point in life.
“Things sure have changed over the years. I can remember when I was just a little girl, worn and weary of what life handed her.”
◊ ◊ ◊
A preteen girl sat in front of the library waiting for it to open just like every other day. She peered up through her bangs when another girl sat down next to her.
“Hello, I have read that book before, what did you think of it?” The other girl asked.
The preteen looked down at the book in her lap and then back at the other girl. After a moment she managed to pen her mouth. “Hi, it was good.”
“I have seen you hanging out here every morning.” The other girl said. The preteen looked away. The other girl watched the preteen for a moment. “
GhostGently clicking at the keyboard,More Like This
My heart was broke.
I felt the flood at my feet,
But I could not bring myself,
To run from the water's uprising.
The feeling of a weight,
It stood on my shoulders,
As my mind slowly slept,
A restless sleep,
I was a mindless drone.
Water is so desperately needed,
Water's at my feet,
Nowhere near my head,
Don't you know?
Water holds these words.
I fall through,
Clarity at the edge,
On the brink of my existence,
I remember how I felt,
And my body moves on,
WaitingWaitingMore Like This
Waiting for time
I wait for the time to spend with you
For the growth to become more mature
For the knowledge to make a future
For the inspiration to grow bolder and confident
Waiting for fun
For the Moment
You wait for the fun you know you will have
For the happiness life brings
For the memories you will make
For the moment you notice that you have fallen
I wait to make the time we spend together fun
To make you happy by becoming the person I need to be
To make memories with you that will make the future brighter
To be the person you have fallen for
I wait for you
You wait for me
We wait for love
The World waits for us
Georgie's CrumbsThe scars lie in zigzags across my throat. I don't remember the knife that made them, and they're not the point of this story; Annie is, and I'm mentioning them because she never asked about them. I loved her for that. Instead, when she found that I always played extras at the drama club because there were days when I couldn't speak in anything but a whisper, she taught me how to mime. I spent hours practicing in their dusty living room, swaying to the clatter of Georgie's nails on the piano keys. Georgie plays piano like Annie rides horses.More Like This
I still find the memory of her down by the old dirt road, where he put Georgie's piano. I turn my head and catch the scent of the wind, the way the air felt when she smiled, the way the dirt tasted when I stumbled off the horse and she caught my hand and brought me up beside her, drew me up to the sky.
I sometimes wonder what she'd have done if I'd been on the ground that day. I drew up Rook before the corner because I wasn't bold like Annie, didn'
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she saidMore Like This
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
Tribute to MemoryThe old woman next door played her depressing version of Happy Birthday to You on her piano again, and Lisa couldn’t study.More Like This
The music wasn’t loud, but it seeped through into her apartment with its slow pace and low notes and bothered her, even though it was ignorable and she was comfortable in good company.
“There she goes again with the sleepy music.” Mark placed his Calculus book on the coffee table, leant back into the couch, and yawned. “What’s this, the eighth time this year?”
“The first time,” Lisa said. “And how’s it sleepy music?”
“It’s making me drowsy.”
“I think it’s sad.” Lisa stretched against her boyfriend and closed her eyes. She thought of her own mother, grey and unhappy when she last saw her, and now gone. “I think she’s sad. Doesn’t she always play it like this around this time?”
“I think so,” he said. “And if she
Republican and ProudYeah I'm a republican,More Like This
But I don't like war.
Sure I'm a conservative,
But who's keeping score?
I support gay marriage,
And I'm also pro choice,
The media lies about us,
But don't we have a voice?
I'll respect your opinion,
If you respect mine.
Im tired of getting flamed all the time!
Dont hate me because Im for McCain,
Dont tell me Im living without a brain.
Im a republican, elephant, conservative,
and it might suprise you to know that
What Was I On?Friends...More Like This
Before I begin, first let me introduce a very cool new dA member to y'all.
He is a very talented and very handsome man. (And hey I know a thing or two about HOT guys!)
So go check him out and watch him and love him. yay
Today I am going to try lighten the mood.
Why? Well because I am tired of thinking about punkasses and their lame excuses for treating me like crap.
Yes.. I admit... I love the shit out of some of those punkasses... but even the ones I love need to learn a lesson about being nicer to me. I mean WTF really? I am the Freakin Queen of Awesome... What kinda fucking loser would want to get on my bad side?
So anyway all buttheads aside I thought I would entertain you all with some wisdom from my past...
See, I know you all know how genius I am. Now you might ask yourselves "Has Crissy always been this brilliant and cool and
Looking for HomeStaring at the black backs of your eyelidsMore Like This
Hoping nobody has noticed
You’re one of the dead
Going through the motions of living
Hanging your head
Waiting to reach your haven
Because you know the only home
You’ve ever known
Has rejected you
Slouching shoulders and hanging hair
Hide your expressions from the rest of the world
You’re too scared to share
And be rejected once again
Because you’re waiting to find your heart
That’s hidden in your haven
But the search is lasting years
And you’re losing your patience
Rolling your eyes beneath your eyelids
Loosening clenched muscles
Endeavoring to relax and join
The rest of humanity in going through the motions
Knowing you can never give up your search
For a home that won’t reject you
Knowing that someday you will
Knowing you’ll make yourself keep on looking
For that one place, just one
That you can call home.
Prayers don’t count for much
But they just might help you find your heart again.
When Love Breaks Down‘Sometimes my heart hurts to watch you’More Like This
- Wild Beasts.
‘Now you’re just somebody that I used to know’
I walk along the muddy path adjacent to the football field. With each step the thick layer of mud underneath my feet squelches satisfyingly and further encrusts itself onto my black boots. This late autumnal weather is beginning to turn bitter and unpleasant. Even my thick black winter coat cannot stop my skin from forming goosebumps or prevent my lips from shaking. The strong and violent wind collides against my face; my ears begin to ache and my head begins to hurt from the sheer force of it. The wind flirtatiously plays with my long blonde hair, throwing it around my face and deeply entangling it, whistling happily as it does so. Resentfully, I pull my coat tighter around me.
I look up at the overcast sky, dark clouds looming above and threatening to rain down on me. The wind chivvies them along and the
Walking, Freezing, Alone, but Here to Stay.Walking through the wind from my car to my workMore Like This
Crunching through the half-frozen grass
Gotta love life.
If only you knewI have lived in the darknessMore Like This
Shadows of my mind
Searching and praying,
coping for light.
But the shadows,
they surround me.
Pulling me down,
deeper and deeper
Until I drown.
I was lonely fearful
When darkness surrounds
Embrace me and hold me
Until it's dawn
I wandered through the darkness
I stumble, I fall
Light the way, my escape from hell.
You shown through the parting dark,
and bringing light
I reach out to find you, only to fall
Into your arms, where I feel safe and calm.
Guiding my way
Lighting my heart
Saving my soul
Then an angel descends into the darkness and reached out. "I am here to save you and bring you home..."
Runaway I woke up my sister just like every other morning. I knelt down beside her bed and smiled wide. I poked her cheek. "Wake up Rowan. It's time to wake up." I said. I watched as my little sister woke up. She yawned and sat up, her small hands rubbing her eyes. She looked at me with her green eyes sparkling. She reached out her hands to me and I picked her up. She giggled and played with my hair. I smiled and went downstairs. Mrs. Jane was in the kitchen helping the chef with breakfast. My hopes went down as I expected my father to be here also but he wasn't. He was always in his study room, he nearly never came out of there. "Eric dear!" a voice called. I quickly set Rowan down and I ran to the kitchen. "Yes Mrs. Jane?" I said and looked up. Mrs. Jane was a sweet old lady that treated us like her own children. Ever since our mother past away a year ago. "Breakfast won't be ready for a few minutes. So why don't you take your sister outside to the garden and play?" I nodded. "OMore Like This
Run Away With MeRun Away With MeMore Like This
To the mountains far
and the oceans wide.
Take my hand.
Down winding paths,
a road; unpaved.
It doesn’t have to mean much…
With an engine roaring in our ears,
summer’s breeze blowing our hair.
Look at me. Smile.
Leaving the past so far behind
I forgot to ask directions—
Your hand meets mine as I shift
First gear; gets us running
Second gear; gets us going
Third gear; don’t think now
Fourth gear; down the on-ramp
fifth; look at me. smile.
What do I look like now
an adventure? am I fun?
Close your eyes
if only for a moment
To stoneAlone in the darkness -- coiled up.More Like This
Facing off against insurmountable odds.
These shadows cling to the very flesh
that embodies my stigmatization.
I’ll endure this crown of thorns
Whilst stalactites freeze my heart.
I’ll smile the fakest of smiles,
hollowed out, devoid of meaning.
Till words no longer hurt
and heart turns to stone.
Dishonest I amDishonesty has been, in words apt for it, describedMore Like This
as a fail of etiquettes, of ethics, of manners inscribed.
For to be honest, is to speak of the heart through one's own mind;
to untie the chains that so exaggeratingly bind.
But when I feel pain, or sorrow, or happiness, I set my quill down,
for me to compose an orchestra of truth, in which I myself drown.
However, so cursed is the quill, for it yields to my mind, not heart
what it wishes to produce, is not a recreation of emotions, but an art.
I have tried, again and yet again, to teach it what art is, to coax
yet listens not - stubborn quill, it believes my words are a hoax!
Thus all I create are analogies, replications of my mind
pieces, shards of a broken glass case in which I’m confined.
I envy those, whose quills listen to their heart’s sound plea
They are honest and free, a mere abstraction for me.
Thus forgive me those, who are people of trust and respect
for I am a man with the noose of dishonesty around my neck.
The EndThere are shards of arctic skyMore Like This
in my soup
and they crack
against my voice box
and they snap
into my burnt-out throat
and they scrape
their graffiti on my sternum.
The sky lives in me for a moment.
A biting sky
that fights for resurrection;
it pools in my eyes
and begs to be read
in the subtext of a stormy exhale --
and that North wind
heads north, heads spinning - heads.
Heads. Guildernstern is dead
All are betrayers.
They tempted the madness in me.
They spoke to it.
It grew bigger. I grew bigger.
I grew until madness blacked the sun
there are shards of arctic sky
in my stomach.
For I have seen humanity spread thin
over the mouldy crust of a dead rock.
I have seen them abolish my stars
and blot out hope.
They grew me,
they cultivated me, groomed me
and now there are shards of the sky,
pinwheeling in my oesophagus.
Now the madness has eaten the moon.
Now, We are over.
Enough of a WhoreThey tell me perfection is –More Like This
unnecessary to be a good person,
impossible to achieve, and driving
me to an early grave from stress.
But they also tell me
that they expect me to shine,
that I’m highly intelligent,
and define me based on those
traits that I hate to think about.
And I’m enough of a whore
for attention from my betters,
and desperate enough for
people’s attention, that
I’m perfectly willing to give up
night’s sleep to get it.
If you tell me that it’s not necessary,
but history proves that it is,
I’m never going to trust you enough
especially when you define me as
smart or talented, and depend on me
to be those or started to like me because
I was too stupid to hide those parts of me.
So I know it’s going to end with a
Breakdown or an early death,
But that’s nothing compared to
the scraps of attention I get and
those brief moments when I
convince myself that you’d all
still care if I was dumb as a rock,
PeaceI never used question dare to.More Like This
a S I grew, though, questions soon did too.
un U sual thoughts fed to me
but F ear, me it ensnared in its web.
all ef F ort, all change would be for naught
chang E, out of our grasp, and made was I
only a p R isoner theirs until the end of time.
seven I nsufferable years, thought of as nothing but
a fie N d.
S ometimes I dream of that day
m I ne suffering still fresh, not a haze.
al L for what?
mad E difference none to the world I did.
made N othing of me other than fuel for endless war, and hate.
the di C e rolled in favor of bloodshed, for
jewel r E d, diamond precious more.
I cry, w E ep, and never sleep
for e V ery night, when close mine eyes
min E ears hear their cries;
fa R m ablaze, children’s charred carcass...
m Y family from me be torn and
Damned I be until
sAy no more shall I. Unt
amo(u)r \More Like This
vraiment, tu me manques / te juro que no puedo vivir sin ti
allow your taut flesh your waterfall wish / see if the scent of someone else's hair
Price of Love"Girlfriend," Boyfriend"More Like This
They're just titles,
No one holds the deeds to my heart,
My love is not for sale, and
My affection can't be bought;
Official love is just an investment
In my interests, and a price
I'm just not willing to pay,
It's a debt I will not welcome,
A ransom I won't give into,
A deal I will not make.
ConfrontationWhy do you kiss me the way you do?More Like This
First so tenderly- I almost feel cared for
And then so firmly- I almost feel wanted
Why do you hold me the way you do?
At first so awkwardly- and I feel awkward too
And then so close- and I feel safe and dare I say—cared for? Dare I?
No- I dare not
It feels like you are
Fumbling- around in the dark with hands out stretched
You seem unafraid of what your hands may brush
Yet when they come upon what might be an “us”-
Your presence fades away and I am left alone
At first I-
I liked you so much I-
I convinced myself you just wanted things ‘simple’
You didn’t know how much you liked me
Enough to tenderly place your mouth upon my cheek and smile that sinfully sweet smile at me
At second- that night I stayed over
“I’m going to do something crazy” you said and I-
I didn’t process what happened until twenty-two minutes after the fact or some ridiculous amount
And I was happy- I still liked you so much
Human Nature: The First RuleDarling;More Like This
we are made of pieces
so that we can break.
would we be mended once again?)
Wishing WellDespite all that's happenedMore Like This
Between you and me,
Because of all that's happened
When we were together
I take my leave from us.
I cannot turn back time
Correct your mistakes
Still I want to turn back time,
Give you another chance
You can waste once again.
A coin falls down the well
Of foolish wishes.
More coins fall down the well
They're telling of a far
Too big and stupid heart.
All of the stress and pain
You have put me through
After all the worried hours
That you have caused for me
Still I'm wishing you well.