Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our beds
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.
This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.
Twin in the MirrorI look into mirrors and see your face.More Like This
You are watching me from behind a sea.
My mind circles around holding your grace,
Though I know that we are not meant to be.
My trembling fingers try to touch your skin,
In spite of grasping but the mirror's face.
The sea swallowed you with an ugly grin.
Your body melted in its cold embrace.
You are reaching out to clasp my pale hand
As if your world dangled on a frail thread.
The dark sea takes you to the promised land.
Washes over you, drowning you in dread.
I yearn more than anything to live on,
But my heart is cold since my twin is gone.
The Title And while you listen, don't forget to imagine.More Like This
Dear child, don't forget to remember.
It all began in a hut in the middle of a nowhere surrounded by drowning fields. The rain had been going gravely for days and weeks, allowing no faint flicker of sunlight to caress the land. Instead, the rain was the only thing the skies gave the soil, the rain and the ghosts it brought. Ghosts from presents long past, ghost from memories long bleached, it brought the ghosts of children's horrors, of wraiths rattling at the windows, of banshees bellowing outside, memories of an end long gone and now returning.
The fire in the chimney filled the room with woollen warmth. The soft whisper of the flame ushered the silence out of the air and carefully, so very carefully, embraced the sadness shaped like a man sitting the room. In its arm laid a child, but an infant to the world, oblivious to its teariness. The child, soundly sleeping, curled up like a ball, as if to unconsciously protect itself from wha
Land of the Falling Sun: YaegerWir sind die Jäger.More Like This
(We are the hunter)
To behold something that which had inspired fear in your heart
for so long is like a spear that impales you through your chest.
You cannot breathe as your lungs slow
and your heart beats to desperately keep the blood flowing through your petty body.
Smoke billows up from beyond the cage that you so longed to breach.
But even now
you still thirst for the freedom to escape this cage.
Would you risk your life to leave this shelter?
Would you be ready for your probable termination?
Many call you insane,
many call you a heretic,
but for you, nothing will ever stop you from trying to be free.
Just be ready to face the umbras of your dreams
once you escape your sanctum.
For you are a hunter now,
and you will slaughter them all
to reach your true purpose within this life.
You are the Yaeger.
You are the Hunter
The Old Man's StoryHe's wearyMore Like This
He made some mistakes in life.
Now? He's been fired.
He's on the street
Anything would be good at this point
He smiles at the people he sees
Hoping for some food at "The Joint"
Everyone sees him
and Everyone knows
But they upturn their noses
At the holes in his clothes
And he just needs a place to stay,
Home where he belongs
He wants to fit in,
Acceptance is what for, he longs
Still we pretend not to see him,
We don't trust him, in fact
Though he's but a stranger,
We're all afraid that by him, we'll be jacked
So he'll stay there alone,
Sitting in the cold,
Wrapping himself in his Swiss-cheese clothes
Not expecting he'd already be so old
He's very sick
And grown oh-so weak
He sits there quietly,
As a silent tear roles down his cheek
He wants it all over
The pain's at it's peak
He shivers under the bridge
His future looks weak
He slowly closes his eyes,
As the rain starts to fall,
He let himself go,
And that's how the old homeless man died by the wall.
Paradise is Lost Canto IIParadise is Lost canto IIMore Like This
I am the evening star
The bright one shining in the southern sky
I am there every night
And, although your eyes see not,
I am there every morning
I gave the world gold in the full moon
They seek it on earth
The Greeks hailed my star as Venus [Aphrodite]
Who gave the world sexual love
She came from Ishtar of Babylon
Who gave my son her only daughter [Puabi]
I gave the world iron
They shaped it into spears
And waged their wars
Every innocent gift
We would give them Paradise
It is lost now
Lost, in the din of their wars, battles, social struggles
They made it all
But they blame me1
1. From Quran. A man tries to have sex with a camel and curses Satan. The latter warns him that it was his own decision.
BellaHer name was Bella.More Like This
She wanted to become a pianist.
She dreamed of the black and white keys, the soothing rhythms, the beautiful melodies.
She hoped for the success, the fame, the beauty.
She imagined a world where she was the main character on the stage, no one to care for and no one to obstruct her.
She hoped to learn to play piano one day.
She dreamed to have her own piano one day.
She wanted to become a pianist.
Her name was Bella.
Jack o'Lantern part IIJack o' Lantern part 2More Like This
Late that fateful Halloween eve
The lantern shone very bright
Aye! 't was a light from way under the world
An eerie burning light
It illuminated the pumpkin's red face
It cast its glow throughout the place
And gave all passers-by a fright
Whenever a dubious soul passed it by
The light seemed to follow
Yet naught lay inside that pumpkin shell
The shell was empty and hollow
--or was it? Who could say?
For throughout that silent eerie night
It gave the passers-by a fright
And a voice seemed to whisper direful words
To all dark souls who came that way
A Toast to FriendshipChristine knew she shouldn’t have left Raoul back in the hotel, but she needed some time to herself to think. And to pray. She had come to Perros to visit her father’s grave, and her young suitor had followed, saying she shouldn’t be alone on such a trip.More Like This
Christine hadn’t minded his company, but this… this was her private time to spend with her father. And her Angel. He had promised to be there, to play for her on the anniversary of her father’s death. And since Raoul was skeptical of this ‘angel’ and his intentions…
It was better Christine was here alone.
Suddenly the sound of music filled the air and Christine looked up from where she was kneeling. She couldn’t tell where the violin music was coming from, but it was one of Gustave Daaé’s compositions.
Christine felt the tears sting her eyes. “Thank you, Angel.”
Raoul urged his horse forward, riding towards the graveyard. He was not sure what had awoken hi
The Ocean At NightNo, I will go alone.More Like This
I will come back when it's over,
When tides recede, revealing
Footprints melted into sand,
Glistening white from rays of blue.
I long for the shine of shadow.
We must part ways,
Walk back toward houses
Where light bulbs flicker with guilt,
And sinks drip with secrets.
Lonely and quiet emptiness
Creates a home of memory.
I will come back when it's over,
The noises of splashes and screams quiet,
The sun's arrogance descended over the horizon.
I will return in silence and black,
Lulling waves to sleep, at last.
Together, we can be.
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
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
Writing ProcessThe pen is heavier than lead,More Like This
Yet, I think instead,
that the inking inertial flow,
would leave me amazed, surprised, aglow.
And write I would,
with a will resolute,
that will its inkling smote,
on the pearly shining moat.
I will write on in hardest of times,
with a heart that rhymes and mimes,
Have you heard of my name? Nay?
You must have in some way.
Alternately, you know it!
The springly, smiling, poet.
2000 POINT CONTEST! (another mini update)Hello there, I've decided to have a contest for writers of all levels (for those artists that have stumbled upon this, I'll hopefully have a drawing contest in the future). Even if you aren't a writer, you still have a chance to win 200 points!More Like This
100 points will be given to someone at random who faves this journal.
Another 100 points will be given to someone who features this in their own journal.
Simply link me and you'll be put in the drawing. Yes, it's possible for you to win twice!
You do not need to be one of my watchers to join. Anyone can participate but make sure to check back every now and then in case of updates.
I wish I could offer more than 2k points as prizes but unfortunately, I'm a college student and don't have an unlimited source of income. lol Donations are welcome and appreciated! You can donate points or offer your drawing skills for the winners that way we can add more points to the prizes or have giveaways to participates.
Esteem.Esteem.More Like This
Your loneliness has spread to your eyes,
It has now become a part of who you are.
You can no longer keep contract of your own lies.
Everyone else but you can see that this has gone too far.
Your expressions and body language have become bionic.
It’s almost like the lights are on but the room has been ransacked.
What is ironic is that you try so hard to subtly avoid the topic.
I choose and use my words carefully because I know how you will react.
There is only so much I can say or do; the rest is solely up to you.
Only you can dispose of the trespasser that lies underneath.
If you only knew the trials you have unintentionally put me through.
Maybe then you will shed your grief and embark onto a new leaf.
I hope you take my sincere concerns on board.
Because time is one thing none of us can afford
To squander and wonder our lives away.
Be true to yourself.
Individuality.Individuality.More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s
MCitR: Bright Lights, Big CityOnce, he supposes, cities lit up at night.More Like This
He's seen the pictures. Nyok, back before it all came down, every street and house and skyscraper blazing like a torch. Svega, all neon signs and light-up billboards a mile long, more like a fever-dream than anywhere anyone'd actually go to. Lun-over-the-sea, with the Circle lit all round the rim like a targeting reticle. Cuver, Aussin, Scow, you look hard enough and you'll find pictures of 'em all, each as bright and shiny as if they'd had a hundred thousand base-generators powering 'em up.
Nice bright shiny targets, the way he sees it. Not as if there weren't wars back then, either - hell, they'd planes and bombers to spare. Drones, too, and not the crappy tin-cans the Arkei've got scouting the places out neither. Proper NTF-style kit, with twice the money and a good deal more time spent on the tech.
No wonder it all came down. Light yourselves up like that, you're practically shouting your location to the nearest bunch of bastards who want
Shit.Shit.More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.
Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.
How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.
This word sounds exactly like what it means.
You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.
No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.
Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.
You say it w
Suicide.Here I sit…I don’t give a shit.More Like This
My darkest fit. I will not budge…Not a bit!
My body hurts, my mind is weak. Unable to turn
The other cheek.
Ripped away flesh and bloody chains
The world has never seen such an evil change!
My mind grows darker every day
My soul starts to fade
I will soon be an empty shell
Descending into madness, into hell
At Judgment’s gate to ring the bell.
To shake my fist and mortal fate to know
That life will not abate!
I wonder. Should I wait in this suffering?
Or should I quicken my arrival?
Holding firmly in my hands The darkness
Envelops me the last leaf from my Mother’s tree
I look into the dark eyes of my mistress
The last I will ever see
I close my eyes
And let her finish me
Donna the silver ninja storyMore Like This
On Friday in ninjago it was sunny and warm, it was six in the afternoon and all of the girl ninjas where up and training except for one specific ninja. That was Donna the silver ninja, she tossed and turned in her bed as she slept. Then her alarm went off and it startled her, awakening her from her sleep. She quickly jumped out of bed and fell flat on her face. Donna you see was kind of a cluts and she hated herself for it.
After she slowly got up off the floor, she started to get ready for the day. ‘Maby today will be a good day, and just maby I will find that special guy.’ Donna thought to herself why brushing her hair out. She smiled when she looked up at herself in the mirror, but when she was taking off her night gown she heard her sensei in the other room talking to what sounded like a old man. She could only make out a little bit of the conversation and what she heard only startled her.
Donna and Zane: Romeo and Juliet part 2!!!! Big. It was the only way Zane could come to describe the inside even though the outside seemed too small to be a gym. ‘Well,’ thought Zane, ‘I am familiar with the saying “don’t judge a book by its cover”, but this is ridiculous!’ The building had wooden floors and walls, made out of the strongest wood ever found. A giant stage, one that looked as if it came out of a theater, took up the entire right side (the side opposite of the door, so they got a pretty good view of it.). There were nets on the walls of either side of the stage, and a volleyball net that stood strong and sturdy on poles with concrete filled tires at the base pushed up against a corner of the stage. On the other corner, there was a tower of roughly thirty-two tires. Big, monster truck tires. What the heck were they supposed to do with those?! Anyway…there was a basketball hoop right next to the doors of the gymnasium. At two corners (the oneMore Like This