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
EpilogueEpilogueMore Like This
Word spread around the kingdom rather fast about how the queen of hearts was slain. It was mostly due to the card soldiers who were still stationed around the kingdom as guards suddenly turned into smoke. Cheshire returned to Alice and Hatter and explained to them about how after he killed his sister the soldiers she made purely out of her magic or corrupted them so much with it, no longer had that magic to survive on and simply vanished.
The night was filled with the beautiful light of the rare green moon as everyone in the kingdom celebrated, and had last minute festivities. Everyone celebrated their newly found freedom while som
Curse of The LiarsDiscreet silver spiders slip from,More Like This
The tongues of filthy liars,
To weave webs thick and replete,
With hazy veils of deceit,
That grow more dense and complex,
As they spread and mature,
Inducing confusion and delusion,
While damaging lives,
But fear not oh ye swindled,
Because those webs either collapse or implode,
Retract or explode,
As the discreet silver spiders come back,
To bite the flesh,
And gouge the eyes,
Of their original creator,
For Heaven and angels utterly despise,
Filthy mouths that spawn silver spiders,
This is the curse of the liars…
Like BreathingYour Kiss..More Like This
One is just not enough
For it puts me in a rare bliss
Going without it, is just so rough
For every time I see you
I just want to kiss you, its just so hard to resist
Because its all I want to do
For that one time we had kissed...
Was like a drug, so addicting
But also like breathing so natural
Why is it so contradicting
I just hope these feelings are mutual
For all I want now is your kiss
MasqueradeHidden faces all around...More Like This
No Identities shall be found
Music notes ignite like a flame
People dance with no shame
For with masks, faces are sealed
No fear that identities shall be revealed
For within a masquerade
All secrets shall be saved
Soul's Escape Chapter 6CHAPTER SIXMore Like This
Everybody was concerned for Valerie’s well-being. Nobody had seen her since the crime scene last night. It was now 1:00 in the afternoon and Valerie still hadn’t come out of her room. Benny and Leah were standing outside her door, debating whether to go inside or not.
“I say we go in and comfort her.” Leah said. “She needs us right now.”
Benny wasn’t so sure. “Maybe we should leave her alone. Valerie probably doesn’t want anybody bothering her.”
“Well, I’m going in anyway.”
Leah pushed open the door as Benny stood and watched. Valerie was lying on her b
HelplessNothing in front,More Like This
and nothing good in the back.
Only a fool says life is fair.
I know the value of having hope,
but that doesn't do much right now.
My mind feels like it's drowning,
and my eyes want to stream out tears.
Still, I want to be strong enough to
not say "Why Me?"—
though I feel it on the tip of my tongue—
and lose myself in misery,
but the pain hurts
with the haunting, terrorizing memories
of the past it brings,
and it's as if there's nothing I can do to banish them.
Misery is not my friend,
but it sure comes around often.
The world is spinning way too fast;
I'm dizzy and frazzled.
But how do you fight the truth?
They call me Valen.They call me Valen.More Like This
This wasn’t my name always, I used to be someone else, I used to be something else. But that is my past, I try not to remember it, though of course I cannot forget. I have pushed those memories to the back of my mind, behind dusty shelves, in dark corners. Those muddy memories that were once the best I had, now too painful to look at.
My new name is everything now.
Valen is both who and what I am.
* * *
Chapter 1: South
The scent of deer was strong in my nostrils. I slunk forward, belly scraping the damp earth, towards the source of the smell. I could hear them now, their small hooves pressing into the ground, t
Character - Clockwork's CreatorThe back-alley incense burning thickly at the center of the room can only partly cover the smell of sulfur and grease coming from below, causing the competing scents to wage a brutal display of unseen fisticuffs in the dimly-lit room's air. Paul seems to barely notice, this being his home after all, but his guest for the evening can barely keep from retching as they eat a fine dinner of salted fish and fresh bread. But Judas had never been the type to speak up over every minor annoyance and so they eat in peace, with Paul humming happily to brighten the mood. Judas glanced over with a hooded stare, raised an eyebrow in consternation, but stilMore Like This
Growing Up - ProtonConroy (Part Three)So my heroic exploit wasn't as cool as I thought, considering, one, I was a ten year old who was kinda scrawny, and two, Tyler responded like this: "Yeah, sure, we won't hurt your girlfriend, wait, boyfriend." He left right after saying it, so I wasn't even able to try and respond.More Like This
But, I think Emile actually felt like I was a superhero, because he started looking up to me way more. And he was kinda clingy.. I guess most eight year olds are, though.
Days got better after that first day, at least. Tyler still bullied us, slightly, but we decided just to ignore him, no matter what he did or said.
Eventually, surprisingly, Tyler quit bullying cold turkey. Jake probably had something to do with that, though. I'm still shocked, even if that was true. I didn't think Tyler would ever listen to anybody but himself.
Anyway, I was grateful. I absolutely hated to see Emile in any sort of pain. I mean, he was my best friend. It was terrible to just watch him get hurt over and ove
Outside MyselfI now find myself stretching in every which way,More Like This
trying to collect pieces of myself
that were never really mine,
passing the time curled up in a ball composed of tears
As the midnights pass, the shadows are my only friends:
whispers in the night that keep me company,
mournings and cries that ease their way to dawn.
And now say the soul dies with the body;
a strange entanglement which leaves me gasping for breath
until I lull to sleep in his arms,
shushed by the low voice of Death.
I have now joined the shadows.
In dreamsWrite your daydreams all over me;More Like This
you cannot save me from my life
or the things i am scared to say.
Bedtime stories don't quite go this way.
It's the little things that follow you to sleep -
phantoms are thieves of nocturne skies
and insomnia burns our souls
lion boyi knew a boy withMore Like This
eyes of gold & fire
in his footsteps.
he would roar to the
stars, declaring himself
as fearless as a king
& as regal as a lion.
he would announce
every night when leo
would coax the virgin
from her radiant
five times around the
sun & loyal fangs bared
to shield his kingdom,
my lion boy
dances with flames.
I do not have a block, I have atrophied.They say that writing is like working a muscle,More Like This
but I've begun to atrophy.
I'm bleeding phrases out into the air,
and the paper wants to taste them,
wants to hold them and breathe in the ink and become
a story instead of blank pages
that speak of a rage that cannot be written down.
(I'd say the same thing over and over again, and again)
I am weak.
My words are water,
the oceans that build and spill over our rooftops,
cannot compare to the tears and words I have shed.
Evermorei could not run anymoreMore Like This
louder and softer
softer and tighter
let minds soak,
soak in salt
to softly spill
teardrops and blood
ink and mud molasses
trace creases under my eyes
i will not fly anymore.
i pulled off my own wings,
like grass seeds outstretched from their stems
moving upwards religiously,
and then off.
my wings are free to fly
through the pollinating wind
soak me in salt,
push me inwards but salt froths
out to fly like grass seed wings.
but one day trembling,
i'll climb up the sides of the earth,
and tread softly on the cold sky
and i will watc
Vodka SoursOne. Thousand volts blazingMore Like This
eardrums into rhythm;
pervasive truth elusively gives proof
of something we mistook
Two. Many mistakes
left to make, so even in number
as to wonder at the waste.
the foreground into fading.
CinderellaMore Like This
Waiting for a coach
that never came,
a ball gown
out of sackloth;
are not dependable
are best left
to their own devices.
Midnight was never a friend,
and under that suit
he is the same as any other
How to enervate an egotistic entityDo you have that insolent acquaintance who does not feel the need to shut up, like ever? Does he/she/it gloat constantly about themselves to the whole of the general populace, and their mothers? Frankly, are they and their garrulous garbling getting on your nerves? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the following solutions may prove effect for any mortal in need of a pedestal chiseler.More Like This
THE FASHIONABLE METHOD
Subject must be four legged and furry. Must enjoy cold nights, frosty winters, and the general extreme conditions. Sharp teeth and claws are optional.
Step One, find a dragon. Must be of terrorizing capabilities, or method will not proceed as directed. Fire breathing and acid spitting varieties are preferred.
Step Two, anger the dragon. Additional bystanders (helpless villagers, royalty) must be present. Tail stepping is not encouraged. If followed through properly, a hero will emerge on scene.
Resolution Diary2007More Like This
Make first million after starting own business.
:bulletblack: Applied for a loan. Declined due to excessive account activity. Note: Constant purchasing of rare (albeit mint) wicker chairs is not conducive to bank balance. Wife insistent on selling wicker chairs to find money to start business.
:bulletblack: Bought new donut recipe book. Learnt how to make category hard donut, 'Diamond Swizzler'. Delma loves them.
:bulletblack: James offered to lend the money if he can become a business partner. Potential.
:bulletblack: First million still a long way off. Wife still nagging.
:bulletblack: Spent savings on replacing
'I am The Rake.' I laugh slightly, more out of fear than out of humor. It’s back. He’s back. Really, I should have seen this coming already. Two nights ago the nightmares started again. That voice. That awful, awful voice telling me of unspeakable, horrible things and sharing the darkest knowledge and memories. I don’t want them! I don’t want to know what it wishes to tell! It’s not for my benefit, it’s for my harm. It’s for my sanity to crack and allow it to leak through to me, to my most human emotions and dreams. It wants to control every aspect of me. It wants to turn me inside out with its claws and iMore Like This
i'm sorryI'm sorry that I love you.More Like This
I'm sorry that I care.
I'm sorry that it breaks my heart,
When I find you standing there.
I'm sorry that I crack a joke,
Then check to see if you smile.
I'm sorry that you flatter my heart,
And make it stop, for a while.
I'm sorry that I want too much,
And that I want what I do not need.
I'm sorry that by loving you,
My need is encouraged by my greed.
And I have to say, I am sorry,
That I don't love you in the right way.
I'm sorry you only love me enough,
That you have the heart to stay.
I'm sorry that I dream of you
In the middle of the night.
And when the night grows darker still,
I'm sorry you
A Note on DrowningI am writing this letter for myself. If you have found this letter, please give it to me. If you find that I lack the will to read, if my mind is gone, if my hands are bloodied, tell me at least, that the song is near its end. If I am dead [indistinguishable]More Like This
[Written in the margin: IF I AM DEAD THROW ME TO THE SEA]
In laying out the bones of my terrors, a solution may be found.
I’ll start before the beginning, when Mother took me for walks on the beach and told stories. Together we missed my father, who sailed the sea. These are my earliest memories, but I remember things had always been this way. We walked together, and I counted m
Springtime SwandiveI am not falling-- tumbling throughMore Like This
acrimonious stages of paranoia
meets depression meets all
those things I’ll never reach,
and it’s a quiet green thread that sews
these calloused palms to the gravitation
of your solidarity; dreams revolving
slowly around the circumference
of stranger stars, on their backs
sighing liquored lullabies and drifting
down to sleep.
there are few things in this life
which I know to be real when
I still cry out at night from the phantoms
tearing through my chest, but you are
the sun rising at 3 AM on a
sleepy Wednesday morning and the
last wish birthed on wanting lips and
the persistent anchor
MorningThe sun is rising.More Like This
Light. And Color,
The things I’ve been missing,
The things I’ve been looking for,
Finally pouring through my window.
Finally flooding into my soul.
The back of my mind knows it’s temporary.
A fleeting, torturous glimpse at what could be;
A long, arduous gaze at where I'll have to go.
But he won’t win.
At least not today.
There’s just too much light and color.
a conversationshe once told me, over a train table with some murky coffee, that she was unsure of herself. and I clenched my fingers in internal agony until there were crescent welts on my palms, little moons that shone of hope as my guiding light. there were teardrops clinging to her lashes, little melted icicles, and I held her hand and told her that I would capture the moon to see her smile.More Like This
she looked at me with uncertainty and whispered back, how could you possibly do that? the moon is so far away from us. it hangs there in the sky, in constant orbit, never getting close enough to hold or to touch.
and I smiled at her and used her fingers to trace o
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
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
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 bMore Like This
Drifting Out of TimeSiftingMore Like This
In front of this landslide.
Right across my face
And black eyes,
My momentum never stops.
Rip my chest wide,
And relinquish me.
Of how different I
Yells through my mind
All the time,
In my own disruptive voice.
My sun is almost dry,
And the towns are falling
My troubled walls.
I won't vanish.
As I am forced to see
Can never fully reach.
Rip my chest wide,
And relinquish me.
In front of this landslide.
There's no way to know
How long my lamp
So rip my chest open
Rip my chest open
Rip my chest open
So I can finally reach
To my farthest corners,
And tap into,
My deepest self.
Elements of ChangeWhat is it that makes this different?More Like This
Is the air different?
What fills my lungs, is that the change?
What in this is not the same?
Is it the way my hair falls?
What brushes my shoulders, is that the change?
What holds the alteration?
Is it in the steps down the street?
What moves my being, is that the change?
DriftingSometimes we just don'tMore Like This
wake up soon enough
and we're left dreaming
with no one to shake us,
and when we do awaken
everyone is gone
and we're alone and empty,
wondering what we did wrong
and if it's too late to fix it.
And we scramble to our feet
like confused animals
and call out for help,
but all we hear in return
echoes and a voice inside
our heads saying, "You blew
it. You blew it and there's
no going back."
And we wonder if we should
even try anymore;
we wonder if maybe we should
just lie back down,
say "Oh well, I tried"
and drift off.
And maybe that was the plan
for us all along—maybe
Loose EndsI'm finding it quite a struggle,More Like This
To let go of these rough loose ends.
It multiplies into trouble.
I'm finding it quite a struggle.
You'll be lost when in a muddle.
And there you'll find that the truth bends.
I'm finding it quite a struggle,
To let go of these rough loose ends.
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciatedMore Like This
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
Let Me KnowI can’t tell if this is love or inspirationMore Like This
or the songbird’s melody fresh in my ears,
woven into my heart.
My heart is like a woven basket:
each treasure stowed carefully;
but no basket is fool-proof.
That’s why this feeling can’t be identified-
my basket is bursting at the seams,
and it’s getting a little too heavy to carry.
I need someone to share these treasures with,
Yet I fear this is
So help me.
Let me know if this is love or inspiration
or the songbird at my window.
Let me know this is love
and ground me
because I am a helium balloon
with a big fat smile ac
Eros on my lipsMy love is a callalily, primely pureMore Like This
in divinity; she is the horizon
all lovers measure in Aphrodite's name.
I reach for her heart.
Love is Not Supposed to EndForever only lasts so longMore Like This
Even fire within so strong
Will demise by time's chronic teeth
Grinding, shearing, flour to wheat
Falling back onto the earth
Decreasing it's worth
Love is not supposed to end
Metal not supposed to bend
People aren't meant to lie
Followers should not ask why
Yet in the end it all happens
Forever only lasts so long
What's right will be wrong
And the stars will fall from the sky
When what's expected is my
Precious and most loving face
Malfunctions makes a frown raise
And Judas asks why he's never fulfilled
And Hamlet claims he's never killed
And my sword bends into my heart
And I look away when we part
How the World EndsThis is the way the world endsMore Like This
With souls broken and apart
Segregated and alone
Lost in a field of fallen trees
Lungs filled with smoke
And with a radioactive freeze
This is the way the world ends
Blind in the shadow of light
With birds tarred and feathered
grounded without flight
And friends turning against friend
With children taken in the night
This is the way the world ends
All is availible but nothing is known
All is seen but nothing is shown
Truths are masked as lies
And lies are accepted truths
Everyone living the fabricated hoax
Confusion covers the land
As thick as the smog that chokes
This is the way the world ends
As sudden as w
Save meHeart, please tell me why.More Like This
I'm still waiting..by my phone
Waiting for a message that'll never come
Sitting here alone
Just watching the time run
Do you remember how we used to be?
I wonder If like me, she's feeling lonely
This depression doesn't want to set me free
Heart, I'm begging you to cure me
Because time doesn't seem to numb the pain
The heartache when I hear her name
These tears don't seem to stop the flame
I'm begging you to set me free
Oh heart, you turned out to be a traitor
Let her go so we can save her
Knowing we'd regret it later
But her happiness was not with me
The past is where my mind now dwells
As I suffer here all by m
Please,don’t make meMore Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
IcarusSun girl,More Like This
the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.
Do not let anyone
clip your wings;
you were made for the skies.
Promises - Pt. 1More Like This
As I shut my tired eyes
For the very last time,
Promise me you'll smile;
Because I had enough time
And I was happy.
I know it doesn’t seem fair,
That some can live to be one hundred
And here I am,
Dead at twenty-six;
But I lived more than they did.
Sometimes you just never know
When the final sands will slip.
I lived without regrets
And I knew love.
I was received with kindness.
I was able to laugh and live
Like a thirteen year old girl,
Carefree and blissfully happy.
I had enough time
To lose track of it.
I walked across the beaches at low tide
To watch sea turtles hatch,
I blew dandilion seeds,
I got into trouble,
Sonnet XXIINight and day I have yearned for day and night;More Like This
Now two apostles greet my early eye,
Awakens dawn with charms of evening's sprite
And eve will dawn with dawn's serrated spy;
The wily weed will ornament the leaf,
The prideful leaf will grace each petal bare
And though a jennelise plays envy's thief,
A weed devised measure for beauty's share.
Where dwells a prize in priceless thoughts and mull?
What joys allow repose once left behind?
Is that gray partridge spiritless and dull
Flat meat before it meets the meaty mind?
All happiness of man can only sway
In tides of tomorrow and yesterday.
Ocean of DreamsA lullaby is whispered to meMore Like This
when I am restless and cannot sleep,
when dreams lie just beyond my reach
like a tide pool just beyond the grasp
of Poseidon's foamy hands,
but the Sandman's heavy cloak shrouds
my eyes in darkness like a warm summer night
while I fall into the hands of my dreams,
hellish hounds trying to devour me
and dragging me down like an anchor
dropping to the bottom of the sea,
but sleep doesn't stay. It taunts me,
laughs in my face while the silvery moon
pulls me from the anti-reality.
The clock keeps ticking mercilessly...
continues counting down until the morning...
ApologiesI swear I still rememberMore Like This
the rhythm of your heart
I remember all your features
under the moon in the dark
I swear I'll remember it all
Its all engraved in my heart
Right from the start...
Until it all fell apart
I'm sorry, love...about this mess
It should've never been so painful
Or leave us fucking depressed
I know it hurts, what I confessed
It's better that you know the truth
I had to get it all off of my chest
I'm afraid...there's nothing left to save
The guilt was starting to consume me
It was starting to enslave
And I just can't...pretend I'm brave
I'm sorry that I've lost you
But I just couldn't take this to my grave
And I know...tha
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
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 d
LunacyThings that make people insane,More Like This
According to etymology:
1. The moon.
2. Owning a uterus.
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight intMore Like This
Everybody knows this is nowhereSorting second hand carsMore Like This
it was just a robot,
as we flicked off the radio,
sick of the hard rock
we'd been bouncing to for miles.
Joe was playing with his lighter,
a nice piece, skull-shaped.
We got out, circled it.
When he moved in, a little dust
was blowing up off the ground.
Its body suit caught quickly.
We watched it striding away
across the desert, flame-
swept, a dwindling candle.
We were kids. Just kids.
Take only what you know...Tucked so deep inside, a fear you candidly maskMore Like This
We all look to stir the mud, so we have murky water past
Even though you cannot hide, those shiny bones forever
The holdings you get away with, for the bliss you are so clever
Still, reactions are like the rain, some feel good, depends on your mood
Lest we fall into the pit, emotions of our own brewed
For an every changing opulence, so hard to see or grip
We sail the lost sea, unendingly, just to see if our love will slip
Into a portion of an ocean, for which I willingly plunge
But there is no inward symmetry, and no heart for which I lunge.
PayolaMore Like This
You drink the waste of piss and blood,
You eat the bricks of bile and mud,
And while my sterile food is light,
I still cant seem to sleep at night.
Your worries put your hair in knots,
and stress has made you bald in spots,
I always get my perfect cut,
but Im the one whos in a rut.
Your car is broke, the tires flat,
Theres no tooth left to chew the fat,
You struggle still from day to day,
Yet now I have turned out this way,
For no account can fill the void,
no rationale can be employed,
Your low rent life is hardly free,
yet Im the one in misery.
an over-thinking prepubescent's stand on loveand i love and i loveMore Like This
like an assistant soup kitchen volunteer
i stuff your bowl with secret ingredients
hoping that you can tell
why your soup tastes so queer
and i love and i love
as if already an old maid
lost in hopeless romantic tales
and mother can't help but wonder
why i call the systemic measurement
man's greatest blunder
i mean, has there ever been a happily ever after
where the princess is as plump as the royal carriage driver?
or can't there exist a fair maiden who craves and caves in
for chocolate and cookie butter?
and i love and i love
too deeply dug into the ground
as i search for buried treasu
5. Seeking SolaceAnother cup ofMore Like This
cold milk today -
to avoid duties
all the time.
I wish it was hot
or it was cacao,
but I can afford only
this substitute of
husher and sweetener.
I'm on a diet -
I avoid pleasure
and all of you.
A small kitten adds charm
to the soothing picture
of me sitting on
an uncomfortable chair
near not burning chimney.
The little creature
is the only one,
who feels that
wrong with me.
But it's not enough:
it's an animal,
understanding even less
than a girl living
in the fantasies
Une vie - A lifetime (poetry)More Like This
Douce était notre étoile
soyokaze ma soeur
lorsque tu vins au monde
enveloppée de feu
Le pin sous le nuage
cueillait ton souffle pur
et la neige au printemps
sous tes pas légers d’air
blancheur frêle tamon
Mystère et crépuscules
lointains yeux fatigués
labeur tambours de guerre
sous l’ombre de nos fleurs
bleutées fraîches zocho
Rapide et vertueuse
nos âmes amarrées
au-delà de la plaine
pourpre chaud komoku
Une ombre te frappa
froide et parfois sagace
mais ce qu’elle ignorait
notre lien par-delà
Sweet was our star
soyokaze my sister
when you came into the world
19.specks of sand and dirt burrowed themselvesMore Like This
in the scrapes on my knees
as I sought to fly away from there;
amidst my footprints on trampled earth
I learned that forever can be measured
(the sun was cold
stretching my bruised arms towards
them, who look at me as if I am
a pitiful animal, abandoned and rough
yet it was this beast inside me
that taught me always can be measured
(as usual, I'm not going anywhere
“You know everyone has problems.”
a scoffing utterance from my own mind
words that sting as much as the first time
my wounded heart endured them, when
I learned that often can be
WishI wish you could seeMore Like This
not the woman I should
It's not about being right
Not about running away
Not about just me
Not about what should
you could see me
who you think I should
Letter I: The other half.To my supposed half:More Like This
You were my everything. My other half. The light in my day. Two made one. So, I had thought.
You didn't just break my heart. You ripped it out, still beating, and threw it into the ground. You spit on it. You stepped on it, over and over, until it burst into millions and millions of little pieces.
I was happy for you. Even with your new fire, it would never blaze as greatly as my own. Still you did not give the slightest of damn. I was left staring at the water, wondering who it was, who was truly looking back.
I can no longer fret. You earned your place out of my sight. Dare not to look at me, because I will simply w
Quatrain VIIThey say a smile can be deceivingMore Like This
Defuse, a troublesome situation
that explains why it’s so often cast
Fake and hollow - without meaning.
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 h
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.
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
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 t
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
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
MetamorphosisShe used to be reading all of the time. Whenever I saw her, she had her nose burried in the old cracked pages of books she had already read, books that she fell in love with because they took her to a different place, a secret chamber in her mind and they reminded her that there were people she could relate to within the pages. Her glasses were slim and hiding and her eyes were bright and lightened. Her hair was like a gate to the windows of her soul and in some instances it would fall down like a curtain and there wasn't any sure way to reach her. I was infatuated with her, with this escapist and I still am but something has changed. Some trMore Like This
A Single DanceI see you from across the roomMore Like This
Bass helping my heart beat faster
Wasn't expecting you here so soon
With me acting as "Dance Master"
I doubt you will come to me
Yet you're strutting my direction
I dance, clearly into the beat
Waiting to be lavished in affection
Feeling a different sensual groove
I lean back against my partner
Low and behold, you make him move
Making my heart beat harder
We spin, step, twist, and sway
To the beat, entertwined on the dance floor
The track ends to my dismay
But you grab me and dance some more
It's hard enough to breathe alone
Dancing nonstop all night
With you there, I think it's shown
That I can barely breat
Run AwayYou hear at school, when you are youngMore Like This
To go live life and have some fun
But stay away from drinks and drugs
And only give kisses and hugs.
Some don't listen to the "rules"
Anyone can see that they are fools
But others forget advice and try
The horrible chemicals that help us die.
It only takes one hit, one puff, one pill to pop
To make you never want to stop
You may think it'll neer happen to you
But I must tell you, that isn't true.
I only say this because I care
You'll think drugs are more precious than air
This comes, not from a sister or a friend
But from a person whose been on the other end.
I've dabbled my fair share of drugs and t
I don't mindI don't mindMore Like This
if you don't feel the same way for me
I don't mind
if you show your love for her
I don't mind
if my tears keep flowing down
I don't mind
if your happiness means being with someone else
'Cause I rather face the truth
than having to live a beautiful lie
And I don't mind, I don't mind
'cause loving you is what I've got used to
I don't mind
if you treat me like an option
I don't mind
if you don't see my broken smile
I don't mind
if my tears run dry for you
I don't mind
if she's the reason behind your every smile
'Cause I rather face the truth
than having to live a beautiful lie
And I don't mind, I don't mind
'cause loving you is
Save MeYou penetrate me with your liquid words,More Like This
Sanctifying my existence.
They permeate me to my very core,
Reaching deep inside of me,
Grabbing hold of my valves and making them pump more.
You make my beat unique,
Fast and faster.
It is a holy madness,
Dirty but pure.
I gasp for air that is not there,
And neither are you.
You are my greatest illusion,
A delusion that keeps me straight jacketed,
In this dark place.
I am bound too tight and I cannot hold you,
But it does not matter because you are a thousand and one miles away.
If you were here,
Would you be so bold as to loosen me
From my constraints,
Thoughts that are unworthy and degrading,
And keep me from slicing myself?
Would you piece together all my puzzled parts
And be my salvation
Hell bent on recreation of all that I am and more?
Thinking Of YouWhen I wake and the sun is still asleepMore Like This
Thoughts of you are fireflies keeping me company.
Each tiny spark is the light within my heart
Glowing brightly for you.
At times like this it is enough,
Peaceful and serene.
It comforts me knowing you are out there somewhere
Maybe thinking of me too.
Our thoughts will collide and bring us together
Soul to soul and heart to heart.
Never Let Me GoA cyclone of loathingMore Like This
To my lips and I swallow it down,
Down deep into the abyss
Hide behind my ribcage
In that bloody place that beats for you.
Home sweet Hell,
I hate myself.
So how is it then that I can love?
Can you tell me?
Yet I do,
But it hurts because it cannot be.
It is a desolate reality.
Peace has never been found in a frown,
But that is my reflection,
I look away.
I want to see your smile that you save just for me
In pictures that you send.
I want to believe that I am worthy,
Just as you do.
You are so far away
And I am here, unable to escape myself
As I run and run around in circles, like a dog chasing it's tail.
I am weak.
Please forgive me.
I want what I cannot have,
You, all I want is you.
No, not just want, but need, I need you in my life,
As more than just my friend.
I hate myself.
Please say that you love me
And come to me one day in person,
Wrap me up tightly in your arms and don't let go.
untitledGold abundant at your feet,More Like This
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received