Being a Healthier Person
Sometimes in life things seem to come together almost at random. Many people spend the days leading up to New Years telling themselves that they're going to do this or stop doing that. Most don't last and those going past a week are truly dedicated to the cause (or under doctor's orders). Why does this happen? Wrong mindset. The dedication is there, but the true gravity of their decision hasn't sunk in yet. So how does one go around changing your lifestyle for the better?
Up until February this year I was a smoker, not the pack-a-day kind of smoker, but a smoker nonetheless. I also weighed the wrong side of 110 kg (242 pounds for the non-metrics). For a very long time I wanted to quit, but nicotine addiction is a harsh thing and I failed miserably in my first attempt in 2010. So I kept going, gradually reducing my smokes a day from about twelve to a rather less unhealthy seven. I was proud of myself for achieving as much, but
Living With A LieYou sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.More Like This
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Perhaps the use of dejection, p
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
You've suffered enough...My dearest child, do not weep, for I am here to wipe your tears away. Come, let us be free of these blankets; let us walk from these dim halls.More Like This
There lies what once was your body, fevered and eaten by disease. Your lips are cracked and bleeding, your arms are both thin and sallow. Do not fear them now, for they are long passed.
Come away now, for we must say your final goodbyes. Here to the mother and father that came to your bedside each day. Here to the brother, who shall honour your name. Do not be jealous of them, my dearest child. For you are simply moving ahead; you have not fallen behind.
“But why, why does it hurt so much?”
Why? Because the memories are still carried within you. Your attachments are still strong in this world. That which you didn’t achieve, that which you haven’t done. All of it is carried as chains upon your body and they will stop you from
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
PT5: I SURVIVED.More Like This
Something wasn't right about her.
I narrowed my eyes at the girl at the door. "What's your name?" I pretended to be happy at the prospect of a new neighbor. The girl smiled happily, swinging back and forth. She appeared to be pretty energetic.
"My name is Cassie, nice to meet you." She put her hand out with a smile on her face. I hesitantly reached out, my hand clammy and shaky. No doubt I was in shock right now. My brother was gone and now I was next. Of course I was in shock. After what seemed like minutes, I grabbed her hand and shook it. I took my hand away, my breath was jittery.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked.
"Nothing. Family issues. Don't worry about it." I said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Alright! Bye!" Cassie said as I shut the door.
I was numb. I didn't know what to do right now. Who was that girl? Why didn't she feel right when she was around? What was it? Paranoia was taking over my mind. I scratched the back of my head, sighing. I had to calm down. I sat down o
Guiltless MurderMore Like This
Come here little girl
Your heart is mine
Been trailing you
For quite some time
You've got no friends
You're all alone
A life of violence
But that's alright
That is to say
I'm here for you
We'll make a pact
Just you and me
And you, Nadine
We'll dot all "I's"
Cross every "T"
Signed with our blood
So take your knife,
Cut into me
Don't be afraid
I mean no harm
I'll be your father
Let's see your arm
Yes, pale as ghosts
Let's make the deal
I know how children make you feel
You want them dead, I'll be your host
Possessing you til' their skins peel
Put faith in me,
And I won't tell
The secrets of your heartless hell
Yes cut the flesh
You little fool!
A tortured mind forever ruled,
By Slenderman, dance puppet dance!
Let the blood drip from your soul to mine
Replenish that which past-tense died
Our minds are merged,
The deed is done!
Have therefore won!
Hahaha, Foolish girl.
Guilt can never be traded in.
You are deserving.
Yes I Am A ChristianYes, I am A Christian.More Like This
But that does not make me a radical fanatic who constantly shoves the Bible down your throat.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
And that can mean that no, I don't like abortion, nor do I like gay marriage. But, do remember, I am a human, and entitled to my own opinion.
Yes, I am a Christian,
But I do not believe that God will suddenly make things better, stop hunger, and end world suffering. I don't even count on Him to end mine.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do get angry at God. I get furious with Him all the time.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do not give all my belongings to the poor, nor do I preach on the side of the street.
Yes, I am A Christian,
So I am allowed to make mistakes.
Yes, I Am Christian,
but that doesn’t mean I don't fight back.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
but that does not mean I like to rape boys.
But, I'll tell you what I do like to do;
I pray for peace, for love and hope,
that one day, violence and agony will refuse to show.
That God will work through
A poem about loveLove consists out of painMore Like This
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
On The Seat Of DestinyIt is a beautiful summer day, middle of July. The sun is shining down, a cool breeze is blowing, the birds are chirping; a perfect day to go for a walk thought the owners of this lovely house. Three bears live here, Mama, Papa and their baby, Junior. Mama grabs her umbrella, Papa tightens his tie and Junior stands on his tip toes to reach his porridge on Enrique, the table just above me.More Like This
Who am I, you ask? I am Junior's kitchen table chair, Raptor, and this is my story. I was made in a factory in Detroit. The plan was that I, along with several other skillfully crafted kitchen chairs, and a few rocking chairs, were to be shipped to Philadelphia to be stocked on window display in Raymore and Flanigan there. Unfortunately for me, as we were passing through New York to make a stop for some less eloquent chairs at a local store there, the back of the truck unlocked and opened, and I, with my ill fitted straps, tum
Milestones: Part 2More Like This
The full bathtub was waiting for them when they entered the washing room. America was still struggling to get free as England held him above the water. When America noticed what was below him, he stopped kicking and pulled his legs up automatically. England had to smile when he saw America recoil, but he did not mock the boy any further. He needed to concentrate if he was going to get his unwilling brother properly cleaned. So, England carefully re-adjusted his grip on the boy until he was holding America solely by his clothes. He shook the shirt hard and America began to slip out of it. Poor America held on as tight as he could, but England was relentless. He shook harder and harder until the boy finally lost his grip and descended into the tub with a prominent SPLASH!
England calmly tossed America's dirt and food-stained shirt over his head after the messy boy had been discarded from it.
She's Ma Cherie! - Canada x ReaderMore Like This
It was autumn in Ontario, Canada. The leaves were falling from the trees and all of them were coincidentally maple leafs. You picked one that looked just as red and perfect as the one on its national flag and decided to bring it with you to show your fiancé Canada.
You ran back to his house from the Maple Sugar woods. _________ yelled out, “Hey Matthew! I found something you might like!”
He yelled out, “Hey wait, eh?”
He was chopping some firewood for the oncoming winter even though outside it was a pleasant 75 degrees. The perfect temperature to be outside to hang out!
You stopped running when you saw your shirtless fiance and hid behind a tree. You then peeked out your head to stare at your sexy Canadian.
There he was half naked…. Oh my! ‘Look at those rippling muscles! I am so glad he wore clothing that never clung to his body! It is definitely a pleasant surprise to see that his body was muscular and not scrawny!'
Eyeless Jack x Ben Drowned[parte 1] “El encuentro”More Like This
Siempre he matado solo… en general prefiero estar solo, pero en este colegio he hecho barios amigos, aunque ellos no son el problema, son las fanáticas por mi (mas bien obsesionadas). No soy el único en esta situación, también le pasa a Jeff the Killer, a Laughing Jack y a varios mas, no entiendo que les pasa con migo, a los demás si pero… ¿a mí? Y lo peor es que parece que no terminara hasta finalizar la enseñanza media. Algo raro ha pasado a pasado este año, he sentido una mirada diferente a las de mis amigos y fans, ese proxy me mira con amor, no con eso de “¡te amo Jack!” que dicen varias, si no que verdadero amor, siento calidez cuando su mirada se posa en mí, me pone muy nostálgico porque desde aquel día que… *suspira*… Hace unas semanas que busco al proxy dueño de esa mirada pero cada vez que in
Problemas?,na... (Jeff x Ben) Cap.3“No le veo por ninguna parte…”Dijo Masky, buscando algún rastro, alguna pista. Algo que ayudase con el paradero de Liu…More Like This
“Yo no logro sentir su presencia… Creo que le perdí” Comentó con decepción en su voz el encapuchado de anaranjado, observando de un lado al otro el edificio en el que se encontraban. Su vista se frenó al ver a Jack apoyado en una de las ventanas, la cual daba hacia la zona de edificios abandonados de la ciudad. Tanto él como Masky se le acercaron, preguntándose por qué estaba tan inmóvil, incluso en silencio consigo mismo.
“Calma, lo encon-“iba a decir el de chaqueta amarilla, más su compañero saltó de la ventana en un movimiento brusco, comenzando a correr en una dirección exacta sin tomar en cuenta a los otros dos. Hoodie se había apoyado en la ventana planeando hacer lo mismo, más el enmascarado contrario
Ebrio(JeffxBEN)(R-18)R-18More Like This
Ben x Jeff
Ya era cerca de media noche, el glitch de cabello dorados recién volvía de su misión en el ciber world, así que lo que más deseaba en ése momento era tomar algo de Lon Lon milk y acostarse en su cama con tranquilidad.
Tras salir del monitor fijó su vista en la cama de Jeff, su compañero de cuarto. ‘Parece que de nuevo salió con Hoodie y Jack’ pensó, dando un largo suspiro, pues aquello significaba que tendría que lidiar con un ebrio por aquella noche.
Como sea, no sería la primera vez así que le resto importancia y bajó a la cocina por su anhelada Lon Lon. Luego de vaciar una botella entera y dejar el envase en la basura se preparó para subir, pero el sonido de la puerta abrirse le interrumpió.
“BEN!! “Llamo en un grito un enmascarado de chaqueta anaranjada.
‘hay no, ¿por qué ahora?’ alegó en su mente, haciendo un gesto de saludo amigable para disimular su molestia.
Recargado en Jack, el
Fanfic: JeffxMasky 9Cap.9 Recuerdos confusosMore Like This
Mas tarde, Masky se despertó en su habitación, recostado en su cama, cuanto trato de levantarse, sintió un dolor insoportable, vio que su pierna esta enyesada, pero no le dio importancia, por mas que trata de levantarse, por puede soportar ese dolor, hasta que alguien entro, y es Hoody con una bandeja de comida; vio lo que esta haciendo el enmascarado, así que dejo la bandeja en el escritorio y fue directo hacia Masky...
Hoody: Que estas haciendo...-dijo en tono de regaño- debes estar en tu cama... -lo acomodo para que pueda recostar-
Masky: Hoody!?...-dijo con un leve quejido- que me paso?...
Hoody: No te acuerdas?... -termino de acomodar- Desobedeciste al maestro... porque lo hiciste?...
Masky: Es que...-bajo su mirada- la verdad fue imprevisto... yo no sabia de ellos estuvieron...- la conversación fue interrumpida por alguien, tocando la puerta- Si?...
-Soy yo Masky sempai... Murder girl... es decir... Yufiel- dijo a
BENXJeff Mis Verdaderos Sentimientos Eps 4More Like This
Llegua Eyeless Jack y Jack (Jack,mi Crepppypasta O.C)y ven a BEN ahi solo y se sientan a su lado y Eyeless Jack le dice:
Porque tan solo BEN?-.
BEN sorprendido por su llegada les dijo pero con voz un poco rara:
Ah..Solo estoy aqui para esperar a Jeff hehe..-
Jack voltea para todos lados de la casa y dice:
Mmmm,no has visto a Jane?-
BEN le dijo que no con su cabeza y de repente sale Jane de la cocina de la casa y BEN demasiado sorprendido,porque pensaba que ella estaba ahi desde hace mucho,y preocupado de que no habria escuchado todo lo que hizo con Jeff.
Aqui estoy chicos,han visto a Jeff?-
Eyeless Jack hizo la misma pregunta y BEN se sonrojo un poco pero un poco enojado y harto de oir esa pregunta les dijo:
Y porque coños todos buscan a Jeff?Yo solo lo espero aqui..-
Eyeless Jack sorprendido de la palabra que dijo BEN y le dijo:
Hey,Hey,tranquilisate hormiga,y tu porque esperas a Jeff eh?-.
Lo miro con cara desafiante y de pronto llegua Jeff del baño,todos sorprendidos d
My Master, Our Love | Chapter 2More Like This
My Master, Our Love
The sun shone in the closed eyes of Ciel Phanomhive as if it was saying “It’s time to wake up.” well it was certainly bright as the boy shifted under his covers. An awkward feeling had crawled over his body as he turned to face the butler’s sleeping face. ‘Bloody hell! What did I do?!’ Ciel thought as removed the demon’s arm that was draped over him and sat up. All the stirring around woke up Sebastian. Ciel stared down as the demon opened his eyes and the blood rushed up to the boy’s cheeks for he had to turn away at the look of his butler. For he had never thought that Sebastian slept therefore would look so well hot.
His scarlet eyes glistened in the sunlight and the mop of jet black hair that sat on his head was messed up from the occasional moving around because of the 13 year old’s constant movement from left to right and the axadental slap in the face with a tail from time to time, and no
just Captured- chapter 6"Zelda!" And sure enough, the young and beautiful princess was standing right there with a look of happiness on her face.More Like This
"Link! I've missed you so much!" She cried out in joy, running over and giving me a huge hug. I couldn't help but blush a little and laugh awkwardly.
"You too!" I chuckled. She finally let of me and stood back.
"You've been alright here?" She asked looking around at me and my clothes.
"Huh? Oh yeah. I've been fine." I said still slightly shocked about seeing her. I rubbed the back of my neck and laughed. "He really didn't hurt me."
"Really? That's a shocker." She smiled. "As long as you are okay I guess."
Then I was lost. I had so many things I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't. She would kill me, or wait, no. She would kill Ganon. Why the hell would I care though? Am I really still worried about him? A flash of lightning lighted the room again as my thoughts deepened. What would happen afterwards? I looked out of the window and saw small torches being carried out
Just Captured-Chapter oneLinkXGanon. Don't like don't read.More Like This
It was the final battle. I drew my sword and Glared at Ganon who was sitting in his throne right in front of me. He was watching with a smirk as Zelda tried to cheer me on.
"You can do it Link! You're the hero of time!" She shouted. While it made me calmer I was still full of trepidation, not to mention worn out from all the battles I have fought to make it here. I took a slow step closer to Ganon as I tried to look brave. Ganon laughed as he got up and walked down some steps to get closer. I watched his every movement as he watched mine, there was a sick darkness outside that was crawling towards us. Midna flew over to me and whispered what Zelda said. I walked forward and tried to land a hit on the evil man in front of me, only for him to catch my sword in air without cutting himself.
"My, impatient aren't you. This is going to be quick so don't worry." He said pushing my sword back making me lose balance for a seco
O Direito do RetoMore Like This
Separados por linhas invisíveis desenhadas no chão
Separados por credos, por raças
De geração em geração
Separados por regras sociais todos estão
Separados por muros de preguiça e futilidade
Separados por muros de medo e falsidade
De geração em geração
Separados por muros todos estão
Então quero saber...
Onde está o direito
De ir e vir do sujeito?
O direito de ser
Ser o que quiser
Ser onde quiser
Onde está o direito?
O direito à saúde
O direito à educação
O direito à moradia
O direito ao respeito!
O direito à verdade
O direito à liberdade
O direito à igualdade
O direito à vida!
Por trás dos muros
Por trás dos muros
E toda a gente
Que incapaz de ver sua própria verdade
Por preguiça, continuam a viver na lama
Vendo o mundo através das janelas da futilidade
Continuam plantando os grãos e colhendo grama
Separados em algum lugar
Entre o passado e o futuro
Onde o presente é ausente
Em um mundo fragmentado
Pelo silêncio na voz do inocente
E a palavra nas mãos do culpado
BeadsAnd I will weaveMore Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stoneMore Like This
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.
Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.
Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading into grey
Rapidly, her body turns to nothing but her bones
As she fights for beauty, as she battles for the throne.
Broken hearts must learn to beat, and this she came to know
Learning it the hard way when her heartbeat grew too slow
Yet, she somehow managed still to shine from what's within
Lying in her casket with her hidden, unseen sin.
Final thoughts ins
Memories of WarMemories of War:More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
AwayI want to fly away,More Like This
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.
The PoetThe Poet:More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
RevengeI never laugh.More Like This
I never smile.
I never speak.
I am too 'shy'.
What they did to me,
It was too hard.
I wasn't strong enough,
In my heart, it is dark.
I want to see them bleed.
I want to see them cry.
I want to kill them .
Just let me try.
I'm not that weak,
I can do that.
I tell you what's wrong with me,
I am mad.
It makes me happy,
Happy, too see them cry.
I would just laugh at them,
And show them my insane smile.
Yes, maybe I am insane,
One day I'll kill them.
I show them how it is to suffer,
Who's that helpless child then?
They'll all be dead soon.
And they'll see,
see and regret,
everything that they did to me.
The DeserterI've wandered far too long tonight.More Like This
I'm left adrift, the coward's flight -
an outcast from society.
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Stripped of my honor and my name;
accused by all, I bear the blame.
This blasted heath from which I flee -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
The greatest prize for which I strived,
my fellow soldiers gave their lives.
Three white feathers given to me -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Branded guilty, without bail,
handcuffed in irons, cast in gaol-
no longer shall I wander free.
I close my eyes and dream of thee
And after sundown, cut me loose,
an offering to the hangman's noose.
If there's a God, he'll hear my plea -
I close my eyes and dream of thee
Cry of an ArtistThey tell me I’ll understandMore Like This
when I’m older.
That I shouldn’t be an artist.
I want to be those crumpled papers
in the corner of my room,
and the late nights I stayed awake
blinking at the moon.
And even though I lack the supplies
and ideas are far away,
I feel artistic blood
running through my veins.
I’m that empty spray can
left in the shadows of the walls
where street art’s been made
but the name’s not there at all.
And I’m that lonely artist
who fears of sticking out
because all the art critics
feel the urge to not speak, but shout.
And I’m that girl standing by the window,
wanting those paints and brushes,
pencils and pens,
and the city that hushes
when my art makes its
BoredomAt first I thought this class was going to be funMore Like This
But now I wish I had a water gun
He talks about planets I’ll never see
And all I can think is why me?
I sit in my desk and I rock and I stew
And wonder if the teacher only knew
I just took his class to fill my time sheet
And other classes have this one beat
I sit and watch the clock slowly tick
Sometimes I wonder if the hands stick
When the final bell rings to dismiss
I know this is one class I will not miss
And then I'll go out and drink
To forget about this class I think
I'll look back on this one day and laugh
And feel good to know I gave it the shaft
Too bad the ending to this class is only a dream
If you've ever been bored you know what I mean
I really should be paying attention
Oh well, guess I'll settle for detention