MonsterThe Sun Blazes, burns the sky,More Like This
I feel the Earth begin to die,
I sense it rising from the ground,
Fast and sleek, without a sound,
Darkness, from below the earth is hurled,
An Evil new upon this world,
It holds me tight in its embrace,
So I won't see its horrid face,
It brings me closer, drags me in,
And I fulfill its every whim,
I do not dare to disobey,
In fear I might become its prey,
I know I must defeat it soon,
And strike away impending doom,
But in my head, the thoughts all rattle,
What if I do not win this Battle?
What if it wins, what if I perish?
What if I lose all I had cherished?
The beast lets out a subtle murmur,
As its clutching hand grows firmer,
I let out a final gasp,
I feel it tightening its grasp,
As lightning clashes, thunder cracks,
Around me, my world turns to black.
SonnetYou know, I've been trying to write a sonnet,More Like This
It seems like this may be a piece of work,
And soon, I'll be at the end of my wit,
This sonnet's really driving me berserk!
I may have chewed my pencil 'till it snapped,
I've banged my head against the doors and walls,
It's been days since I think I've really napped,
I won't stop 'till I've given it my all!
Counting syllables is really tiring,
Adding up all my lines is such a pain,
The brain cells in my head are misfiring,
This sonnet's really driving me insane!
But I'm done, so you better read it now,
If you're lucky, then I might even bow!
Good Things Come AroundWhere's the love if there's no hate?More Like This
How can we hold hands if nothing breaks?
We wouldn't smile if we didn't cry
and there'd be no hellos without goodbyes.
The sun won't shine if there's no rain
and there's no healing without the pain.
So next time life is getting you down?
Remember good things come around.
A boyfriend's poem to meA year ago when we first metMore Like This
I never would have guessed
I'd be here with you now
With your head upon my chest
You were so cool from the start
And I felt this weird affection
I didn't know then what it was
But I now know it was a Godly connection
I never crush on people
Especially not in an instant
But there was just something about you
You were special, you were different
We are so much alike
We're like two peas in a pod
I know now why I saw you so differently
You aren't just a girl, you're an angel sent by God
Our friendship grew stronger
As time went on
And so did my love for you
That was there all along
However our eyes stayed closed
They were sealed up tight
For God had a plan
To make the timing just right
After a bad breakup
I felt kind of stupid
That I could find myself falling
Into this trap set by Cupid
But God said go for it
And gave me sign after sign
...After sign after sign after sign after sign
...After sign after sign
After sign after sign
Until I finally said
Love poemLove is an emotion in a four letter word.More Like This
Some people want to scream it, but are afraid to be heard.
When you fall in love you think you have a lot to gain.
Don't be silly, it always ends pain.
You're filled anger, confusion and sadness.
It's enough to drive a man into madness.
Don't get me wrong, I've been in love before.
It wasn't for sex, I wasn't looking to "score"
It was that one special girl that makes you feel divine.
But then when she leaves you lose all of your shine.
But you feel worse than you did` before she entered your life.
Now your brain is focused on nothing but misery and strife.
You can't shake her from your mind,
you know what they say "love is blind"
You think about her day and night.
You become convinced the world isn't right.
You curse it for hurting you again.
Because you opened your heart and let her in.
Love is beautiful that's something I can't deny
But sometimes it hurts you so bad you want to die.
All because that one stupid girl,
you let her in and she sto
When you kissed me GoodnightIt was a dim, quiet nightMore Like This
when we sat side by side
As whispers of your love
ebbed and flowed like the tide
Of a strong dark ocean
shifting beneath a silent moon
We watched all the stars.
Against the dark skies they were strewn
Like the feelings I had for you,
but I held my tongue tight
Was I very wrong?
Or was this feeling right?
You still held my hand close,
sending currents through my skin
A stifling silence followed,
my heart throbbed. I felt thin
Veiled in nothing but my doubts,
though to you it all seems clear.
I knew I loved you too,
but there was that nagging fear.
I've never loved anyone before,
the way I love you now,
Perhaps it's not love I feel,
but how can tell? Just how?!
And what if you were wrong
and your love turned out a lie?
What if you left me alone,
broke me, made me cry?
I've never been able to understand
what they call love.
What defines it, why is it felt,
how do I know it's love?
And does it sting with the power of fire,
or does it give numb pain?
Is it true, ca
Acquainted With The SunI was once acquainted with the sun.More Like This
I have walked on burning hot sand,
scorching my feet one-by-one.
I have felt the warmth of intertwined hands,
Just mere kindling of a summer romance.,
One evening that left me glowing and grand.
But all began to fade, as did the autumn leaves.
Our love was smothered,like a delicate flame.
That glimmer of hope,stolen by thieves.
I was broken, with no one but myself to blame,
It was done, gone, extinguished,
I was left wounded,crushed, and lame.
I began to wonder why it had begun,
If it would eventually go out, just like the sun.
The Boy Who Saved My LifeHe stole my heart,More Like This
Please give it back,
Before you break it.
He hasn't broken it yet,
He hasn't destroyed it,
In fact he's healing it.
He has taught me how to love again,
He taught me the meaning of life,
How to feel emotions again.
But I'm still trapped by an unseen force,
It's there more than not,
It makes me feel so frustrated.
I want to scream,
I want to die,
But that boy saved my life.
He makes my heart touch the sky,
He makes me smile when I cry,
To him I cannot lie.
To show him how much I love him,
What do I give him?
CrushI attempt to rest my head on my flat pillowMore Like This
Welcoming a few hazy dreams.
But, how foolish am I, thinking it's possible,
When you're ripping my brain at the seams.
Nary a soft-spoken lullaby
Or a warm blanket could suffice.
For images of your caramel eyes
Are crushing me like a vice.
Do you analyze every word I speak?
Am I causing your heart to do flips?
Do you always become meek
Before feelings can escape your lips?
What does it mean when my cheeks are tinted rose?
When you brush my knee?
Every time you're a little too close,
Is it all because of me?
A cyclone of mystery enveloped me in fear
But didn't affect my hearing.
For there was a whisper I wasn't supposed to hear
During a hallway's clearing.
I let out a gasp and left for class
But not before I heard your reply
A "Shut up!" a little too fast
And a glance into my eyes.
ACROSS A CROWDED ROOMI am taken by the wakeMore Like This
Of words we don't share
In this ocean of noise
The wave of silence between us
The sea is too wild
To swim to your glance
Look at me and smile
Something to swim toward
Lighthouse of your soul
A beacon in dark din
I can't hear words
I can tell the direction
Out of nowhere
Out of the blue
Like the ocean of indigo
I willingly jumped into
My ship was swiftly sailing
My one chance
To reach shore
And hear your words
No longer drowned out
By crashing conversation.
untitledHe stood unflinching, staring up at the many grotesque faces of that monster, each snarling and salivating through jaws agape with jagged teeth. He stood unblinking, with the others watching from far behind him exchanging worried whispers, or sharing frightened silence. Wisps of darkness and noxious hatred poured from every pore on the beast's fetid flesh, as a cacophony of bellowing and raspy roars rang out from its malicious maws. The malevolent cry echoed to the sky, freezing the hearts of the onlookers in fear.More Like This
Still he stood, steadfast against the vile breath and vicious gaze. A dim glowing halo began to encompass his body. It then burst into a brilliant light, bright and true. "I'm not afraid of you." he said.
...He was walking in the halls and then he saw her.More Like This
The girl that has no confidence in herself while he's around.
The girl that has never been in love before until now.
She blushed so badly,she was pink.
She felt her heart skip a beat.
Why didn't he have the same feelings for her?
Yes she was shy and quiet,but not unlovable.
Was she not his type?
Was she not beautiful in his eyes?
She wants to be.
She's willing to change herself for him.
Can't he see how much she loves him?
How much it pains her to know he doesn't feel the same.
How many times she thought about him?
How vulnerable she feels around him?
What does she need to change about her?
Can't he hear her weeping?
Her silent cry for him?
He probably can't.
So she continues crying.
Her heart is slowly dying.
A frightful SightAs her eyes slowly started to sink into the abyss of their sockets,More Like This
her mind was once again engulfed by the madness she once possessed.
Could it of been the sight of the blood stained walls that made her insanity return
or the thought of her getting the blame?
Happy holidays from deviantART!More Like This
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA,
Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh.
Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care,
In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there.
The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads.
And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed with his night-light,
Had just settled down to log-off for the night,
When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter,
Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter.
To the browser window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache.
When what to his art-loving eyes should appear,
But an animated sleigh and eight commissioned reindeer,
With a little old driver, so creative and slick,
Fella knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than broadband, his reindeer were famed,
After all his favorite art
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMore Like This
You see me,
My every rise and fall.
Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?
I look at you
you stare no slack
Behind my back
My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..
Mama CannotHush my sweetheart,More Like This
Please stop crying
I can't stand the sound.
My skin crawls at your painful noises
As I see your face
Red from your screams
If only you will be quiet,
If only you will be a good baby,
I can't seem to quiet you
No pacifier will pacify your cries
And gentle bouncing only brings shrieks,
I lay you down in your crib
To let my weary arms be rid
Of your heavy squirming weight
And retreat to the hallway to pace.
Surely you'll stop if left alone,
But as soon as I am free from you
And your ear bursting shrieks
I long to hold you
To try and soothe your crying
But you don't want me,
Your scrunched up face
And fierce wriggling
Tell me as much,
As you squall
In terror or hate I do not know,
As you fight against me.
I cannot handle this,
The one who I nurtured within me
My precious baby that made it out alive,
Is rejecting me
I should have never become a mother,
I thought I could handle it all
But my nerves
Under the weight of your unyielding wails
And you proved to be al
He did not make itA slight rainMore Like This
Came over the bus stop
As the little boy
With the balloon
Stands with you
He feels disjointed
You speak to him
Knowing his pain
The bus stop is clear
The road busy
And you stand for
Just a moment
About your days
And you turn away
Realising the bus
And you talk
Slowly into your iphone
The boy did not get on
And all you hear from
Is, "I'm sorry"
And the balloon flying upwards
This poem is dedicated to a 19 year old survivor, whom chose a different path to me in life.
May he rest in peace.
Dany 1993 to August 2012
Mayan DoomsdayDecember 19, 2012by techgnoticMore Like This
December 21st Marks the End of Civilization
Muerte Aztecaby ~Zerj19
Who would you invite to your final deviantMEET or dinner party on that fateful day?
e are facing yet another grave prediction that we are in the
Is this....? (revision)More Like This
"Do Do you love me?"
Stein rubbed his eyes. This again? They'd been having a discussion about this for what seemed like yearsit had, in fact, been a little over a week. Funny how time seems to drag on when there's an elephant in the room.
"I've already told you," he sighed.
"Shrugs and sighs and eye rolls are all I've gotten from you!"
"Marie " He opened his mouth to continue, but nothing came out. There was nothing to say. He sighed and shrugged.
"See? Shrug! What does that mean?"
"What does a shrug usually mean?"
"It can mean lots of things. What did that one mean?"
Never Marry an ArtistNever Marry An ArtistMore Like This
Don't marry an artist. Ever.
If your heart is not one for adventure, if your mind is confined to the restrictions of reality_Then please, I beg of you, do not marry an artist.
Your mind will be doused in vibrant liquids, your eyes will be opened to new things. You'll see your life in technicolor. Shades of gray will no longer restrain you, for your will shall be guided by that of an artist. Kiss normality away, because once you marry an artist, you will become an artist one way or another.
Their ways will rub off onto you, their adventure will fill your soul, and you will never be the same again.
Never Marry a Writer.
Because they're all the same. They bear wisdom from long ago, yet they preserve it in this age.
They'll take their life and yours, and put it in a book,
Your life will no longer be your own, but the life of all those who look.
Kiss privacy away, because secrets are no longer secrets.
They're stories you see, ammo if you may. The weapons are the words
On To Dead Little GirlsSpiders hang from threads made of shadows.More Like This
Blood dripping from his tongue,
Silence flooding the sky.
He’s pouring salt along open wounds,
Bandaging them with dust,
Disinfecting with poison.
Black roses on a coffin
For a small little girl
In a pale pink dress
And cuts along her
Frozen clocks begin to move
The sun has risen,
Early morning light
Shining brightly in the sky.
He walks to the graveyard,
Setting white daisies on
The little girl’s
Days go by,
And he sits there.
Tearing petals off the flowers,
And a butterfly lands on one daisy.
He crawls on his hands and knees,
Holes in his clothes,
Dirt on his fingers.
He tickles the butterfly
And treasures it until it dies.
For the best thing to do
Is rip off the wings of a butterfly…
And sew them onto dead little girls.
Sleep Child.Sleep childMore Like This
Pretend the carousel of life doesn't make you queasy
Dance in the spider webs they ensnare you within
To eventually drain you.
Entangle the strings attached to your body and soul
Let them try to solve the knots and tangles
Slip away when cut.
Let your silent cries call out to Heaven above
Deafen the devils and the tormentors of Hell
Even though you're mute.
Make them pay and make them all bleed out
Shroud them in spider webs and their dangling threads
Then go to sleep.
Seducing Dr. JekyllHis hands,More Like This
Usually so gentle and dexterous,
Now hold me with a force
Of startling strength.
That I grew to know
As soft and cautious
Now burn my skin
In places they’ve never touched.
So warm and inviting
Now gleams in the dark
As it grazes my neck.
But his eyes.
They smirk at me,
And at the same time
Burning with lust.
Are the eyes
Of a hunting animal.
I know those eyes.
They are the eyes of Hyde.
And in him
I know I’ve met my match.
The reason I stopped tryingI'm just going to stop trying.More Like This
Because you'll never understand.
I carry dreams inside a fist
While you hold cruelty in your hand.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because I've been through so much hate
I've been through knives and ropes and scars
And wounds and blood and blades.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because through all I've had to do..
The ignorance of people
Is the worst thing I've been through.
I'm just going to stop trying.
And you want to know the truth?
The reason I've stopped trying
Is because of those like
All that Sexual FrustrationNow it's Girlfriend!ReaderXBoyfriend!Matthew.More Like This
Matthew had the worst habit of just slipping french into lots of conversation, you wanted to accuse him of being a weeabo but found you couldn't do that to your adorable little canadian boyfriend, plus most canadians did know french but not many slipped it into their english. And at this point you felt like it was at your expense, the little smirk he got when he said the french words made you suspect something but this was Matthew! He couldn't do a dirty or harmful thing to anyone ever. . It happened a lot at the most random times but you needed to find out what those little comments were.
You two were at the super market, getting the regulars. Peaches, mangoes, pancake ingredients, and you couldn't pass up the chance to tease your boyfriend.
"Mattie, do you want regular maple syrup or honey pecan?" You teased knowing his strict hate of artificially flavoured syrup.
"Je veux vraime
BubbleI woke and walked from my world today,More Like This
Built myself a bubble to pass the time away.
I stepped into sunlight that cut me like some glass,
this waking world has bled me and kicked me in the ass.
I've got to get some space and run away from the troubles
I guess I'll go back inside and pass my time.
I'm just a boy in a bubble.
I clicked on my brain box, watched a man with dreadlocks.
Every message said step out of your bubble and come join
the real world, full of pain, beneath the rubble.
I ran from the voice and hid under my covers, they held me warmly
for a moment, whispered in my ear, like a long lost lover.
"Go to sleep ,go to sleep." "Lay down, and rest your head."
"Worry not for the others burning in there beds."
"I'll make it all better, take the pain away."
"Swallow these pills, here's what you should say."
"This how you should see, this is the way you should feel."
"You really shouldn't stand, we prefer you kneel."
"Now pray to the true god that lies in blood."
"We'll let you wall
Possessional DemonologyMore Like This
Opening the Darkest Door
I have recently come across a most disturbing phenomenon in my studies of the Diabolic Infestation of the Soul. It seems there is a most frightening psychological conundrum when considering the concept of demonic possession even the most remote possibility of reality upon our earthly plane is the notion that just believing it may be true could very likely be the spark needed for the Demon to discover, seek out, and ultimately inhabit its next vessel of evil: You.
From the Exorcist through Paranormal Activity, generation after generation of “believers” seem to have come to the reali
Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
The Bully's VictimChoking on fear to go outside my home,More Like This
Dim to anyone outside the mob
Who doesn't utter a word of hate.
I am stumbling, blinded by tears,
Drowning in my hatred
Of the vile, untrue comments splitting my heart.
Voices are yelling, cursing me
As incurable sores break apart my spirit.
Where is my inner voice? It is asleep
As pain from the punches at my face burn like fire.
I limp away from the crowd, bent over
As I cough up blood.
I am drunk with weakness and disbelief.
The new age of humans.Character bios:More Like This
Mackenzie k. - Quasar-
Power/ability- Fusion reactions
A class mutant 2nd Generation (Creating stars, destroying planets, binding atoms.)
Aurora k. - Dawn-treader-
Power/ability - Manipulation and control of time
A Class mutant 2nd Generation (Creating parallel dimension, stopping/starting time, sustained wormholes, bringing of day and night.)
Diane K. - Sky-crawler-
Power/ability- Manipulation and control over natural disasters
A Class mutant 1st generation (Storms, hurricanes, tidal waves, tornadoes.)
Jason K. -Unnamed-
Power/ability- To control and manipulate all darkness and space.
Unknown class Unknown generation (All space between atoms, the dark of space, black hole creation, life taking.)
Craig F. - Tachyon -
Power/ability- Flight, super speed, time manipulation/wormholes
B class Mutant 1st generation (Faster than light speed, super sonic flight, sonic pulses/explosions, folding pockets of time.)
Jessica Z. - Genicecis -
Power/ability- Control and manipulation o
Romney as Hitler 2.0It is amazing to see that so many people here in deviantart thought that if he won Romney he would abolish women's rights and suddenly all minorities would be send to concentration camps lol. The media is so biased that people got a completely wrong idea of Romney. He is not even right-wingMore Like This
I am a right-wing conservative and I know I didnt share any single part of my ideology with him
Here comes some reality check:
- Romney was a liberal from Massachusetts that supported all the pet projects of the democrats: Gay Marriage, Abortion and "Affirmative" Action that discriminates against Whites
- He got elected as republican candidate because of the weight of open primaries where democrats could vote too
- He promised not to deport illegal immigrants
- When the republican primaries were in conservative states, Romney had to lie with nonsense like "I never supported Abortion" and other right-wing stuff, only to change back when campaigning in liberal states
- He is the creator of Obama's Hea
Dear Future Self,More Like This
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
By The End of This Play Someone Will Be DeadBy the End of This Play Someone Will Be DeadMore Like This
Audience Member 1
Audience Member 2
Background audience members
Police Officer (who talks)
Background police officers (don't talk)
Tree 1 (none of the trees speak)
People at park (none of them speak)
People walking on street near hot dog vendor (none of them speak)
TWO NARRATORS WALK ONTO STAGE
Narrator 1: By the end of this play, someone will be dead.
Narrator 2: How do you know?
Narrator 1: Because I have this! (holds up a script that is labeled THE SCRIPT)
Narrator 2: (gasps) How did you get the script?!
Narrator 1: I stole it while the author was asleep and now I know that by the end of this play, someone will be dead.
Narrator 2: (worried) It isn't me, is it?
Narrator 1: No, don't worry. We're narrators. We're the background people the narrators never die.
Narrator 2: (relieved) Thank
The Golden Witch and The Snow Haired ExorcistThe Golden Witch and The Snow Haired ExorcistMore Like This
Allen Walker, a young Exorcist from the Black Order, is now my master. He was nervous at first, but I let him decide for himself. He's very interesting. Snow white hair, a very peculiar looking scar, and well, something else I couldn't quite make out. Master Walker is interesting nonetheless. It wasn't very hard to slip into the Black Order. I found him by chance. The one one thing that intrigues me.... is how much he reminds me of Battler. Odd hair, a unique attire, and they both seemed to have a negative look on witches. Battler denied our existence, while Allen's view was corrupted into something dark. Either way, Master Walker is my new master, and I feel a little less bored now.
"Black tea milady?"
Sebastian again. He always materializes from nowhere. That black hair reminds me of a raven, even his voice reminds me of a cocky little crow laughing at you from a high branch. Besi
Hello...Hello…?More Like This
Why can’t you hear me?
Why won’t you answer me?
Why don’t you look at me?
Please see me…
I’m sick of being a ghost…
Of my words falling
Onto the cold hard earth
Of your ears.
No one hears the snow
All you do is feel it…
Can you feel me?
Feel my presence…
The hand I reach out for
To steady me…
Or for the shoulder
When I need to cry…
But no one feels a ghost…
Look at me…
Speak to me…
Laugh with me…
I’m an amazing person
You just wait and see
I’ll show you the world I see
I’ll show you how to smile and laugh again
I’ll show you the promise of love
Even though you have given it up
I’ll show you adventure
And watch adrenaline pump through our system
And watch these feelings of ours grow.
Even if I haven’t met you yet…
I know you are out there
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.More Like This
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In his past.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
Those MemoriesThey plague my mindMore Like This
all are unfortunately about you
I feel as though they left me behind
I doubt you feel this way too.
You gave up a good thing
you won't find a love like mine
I know what your choice will bring
you walk on a very fine line.
But I will still be here
waiting, hoping, remembering
memories of us will never disappear
leave my heart to its dismembering.
I'll see us talk and laugh again
listening to your warm voice
but happiness is something I cannot feign
you made such an unfair choice.
Yet, my love is something you will always find.
ErosionThe sands of time go whirling byMore Like This
Blowing away all signs
People come and go
As does the landscape
Dust is all that you are
Dust is all that shall be
Oceans sweep the landscape
Temperatures rise and fall
Civilization is forgotten
Brother against brother
Primal instinct takes us all
ClockThe pendulum swingsMore Like This
And helpless I cling
In hoping and waiting
With endless debating
That I can just somehow finish this thing
The night it does toll
Bells they vibrate my soul
And I find myself crying
And inwardly dying
That somehow my mind can produce something droll
"She doth speak lunacy!" bird cries
And my heart, well, it sighs
For it all seems quite dreary
And makes me form a theory
That in the twelfth toll all creativity dies
But now this poses a query
Does it count to be eerie?
For that I have to a science
But it's not in compliance
With what I desire so it leaves me quite leery
Yet, oh! nonetheless
Suppose I'll do my best
To create something catchy
Though it will be quite patchy
Yes I'm sure this will put me right to the test
The Questioning BeginsAntagonist and protagonist,More Like This
is what I have given,
The Raven and The Vulture,
each have roles to follow,
The tide has arrived,
with order and chaos clashing,
free Brutus from his cage,
or throw him in the abysmal chamber,
The Gentle against the Brutal,
Dolls, Clowns, and bears fall in line,
Civil unrest about sugar and Cratbat goods,
while others profit from their loss,
The People of Strahl live their days,
like any other with merriment and joy,
While the people of Fourthwith in their days,
enjoy battle and decapitation,
These words are simple,
The phrases are mixed,
The point is clear,
The sides need to be picked,
The people look toward violence,
The Man with the clock Hat tells them "No",
The Man with Wings tells them,
Go along with that train of thought,
With all the spite and fight,
The question is this,
look toward the man with wings,
or help the man with the clock hat,
One will lift the city of dread,
the other will burn it to the ground,
Both have fire of will,
Who will you choos
Little Black BookConscience was my killer;More Like This
Little black book of fate;
I stored each name
In colours of shame
And preserved the sinful date.
Skeletons in the closet;
Corpses in the yard;
All I did want
In my fell haunt
Was a faded tarot card.
Thoughts on WithdrawalThis is withdrawal at its finest,More Like This
tremors rack my bones as my eyes roll back,
my hands shake, grasping at hollow thoughts,
I need you, I need you,
but it's more than that,
I need to need you,
unhealthy rotting beats of the heart,
I am alone,
clawing at the underside of my own skin,
searching for a way out,
a release from this temptation,
where is freedom in all this loneliness,
must you fuck me to love me,
I loved, love you
and where are these leftover aches for you supposed to go?
The Lover and The MuseEvery poet sees two things in creation: the lover and the muse. Between these two, the muse is forever held in a higher plane; an ethereal image of faultless perfection. The lover is its finest imitation, yet, being mortal, he or she is riddled with imperfection and can never mirror the muse. It is the poet's greatest fallacy to consider that one day the two will merge; it is also his or her greatest gift. It is what gives birth to poetry.More Like This
Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,More Like This
Don’t even think that.
I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
Why are you so mean
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.
Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
Of the sick twisted imaginat
Jack FrostXReader: Dr.FrostMore Like This
(This is an even that could have been one of the event that takes place during my first Jack FrostXReader fanfiction, but it can also be independent.)
You sat in bed, blowing your nose into a tissue. After you were done with it, you tossed it into the trash can that was sitting by your bedside. Groaning, you scooted back down under the covers and closed your eyes. Not that it helped though; Your head still pounded with aching pain.
It was the third day of school after Christmas break. You still couldn't believe that you'd caught the bug that was going around, and it was even harder to believe it happened on your first week back at school! You had so much work to catch up on...
Suddenly you heard the familiar sound of your window opening then closing. This sound always told you that Jack Frost had entered your room--something that he did quite often after you had established quite a friendly relationship with the boy. You felt your room grow colder and you felt like telling
say what you mean, tell me i'm rightPain raked mercilessly through the frail woman's body as the cool metal slipped into her gut and twisted sharply to the right causing agony to shoot up her nerves, rattling her brain, rattling her mind. "I-I'm happy now, y-you are all I-I could ever a-ask for in a friend." The words ricocheted off the frigid walls of empty silence. Was she delusional? That wound was mortal, it was killing her, and here she was talking to someone who wasn't even there. A 'thnk' would temporarily shatter the suffocating silence as the femme collapsed to her knobby knees. "D-Did I upset y-you? I-I'm sorry. L-Let me make it b-better, p-please forgive me." Vermilion liquid spread like a crimson stain across her lime, gray, and porcelain shirt as she shakily began to type on a computer. What was she doing? She was wasting precious time! The woman had to be insane at the rate. "There, s-see? I made i-it better, p-please don't h-hate me." Words filled the screen of the many sMore Like This
MonsterEyes bloody redMore Like This
Horns atop his head
An animal jaw
Teeth so sharp
They'll rip you apart
As I look in this mirror
I know my monster grows nearer
Because this is me
And it's who I'll always be
platoons of soldiers at my feetCould you trip on clouds? They were so soft but hurt so badly when you landed on them, very possible to skin a knee, to scrape your elbows, to send pain through the virgin body of a young angel. Blonde hair like a sheet of gold in her face and sweat beading on her forehead she was relieved to see not a single vermilion stain on the ivory ground. It was a sin to spill blood on the floors of heaven and though the clouds looked like feathers they were more affective as rocks just like the vibrant angels that lived on the holy grounds. So beautiful but so cold, there were no female angels. None but herself. Not in the bible not here. Can you tell me why Antelaia was here then because I can’t? Forcing herself to her feet and ignoring the jaunting of some lesser angel she stumbled forth into the darkest place in this bright landscape she could find she fumbled for her dagger seeing as she was going to lead in warfare. She’d show them, she’d show them she could take the painMore Like This
love is watching someone dieIt was a hollow, cold day with a bittersweet memory of the past, of when happiness still existed. “Benny put on your coat the car is frozen in!” I wish I had my scarf; it was so cold that day. I should have never left the house that evening. I knew I shouldn’t have but work brought money and my little brother had a future ahead of him. “Come on penguin boy let’s waddle to school!” Perhaps it was ignorance of what was to come that left us laughing like fools together less like brothers and more like father and son, I did practically raise him after mom overdosed anyhow. Not that it affected us very much; I still have scars from her abuse but their battle trophies. I’m successful now and she is dead, a cruel thought but my Antisocial Personality Disorder didn’t allow me to feel guilt for thinking it. I could honestly say I hated her. It was a short walk, not to work or school though, no that was long walk. We just didn’t make it thatMore Like This
Stormy Night (Kankri X Reader)It is a late, stormy night. You sit quietly in your bed reading your favorite book, when you hear a knock on your door. You get up, and walk over to see who it is. It is a troll with a bright, red sweater on, drenched in rain and soaking wet.More Like This
"Oh my god! Kankri! Get inside!"
He shivers, and slowly walks in.
"Are you okay?!" You ask, but he doesn't respond.
"Let me get you a towel."
You open your pantry, and get a towel. You hand it to him, but he doesn't take it. He's still standing there, shivering like a wet dog. You put the towel over him, and settle him on the couch. He slowly leans down, and falls over with a thump. You also get a blanket, and cover him with it. He starts to stop shivering, but not as much as you hoped. You walk over to your counter to retrieve some hot coco.
Romano x Reader- EscapeMore Like This
Romano x Reader
Blurry. All you could see was blurred images of the world around you. There was a person.. Well you only could see a blob in front of you, which was probably the person you had just crashed into. Though your (e/c) orbs couldn't see well, your hearing works perfectly fine, and a wave of colorful language flooded your ears.
"Watch where you're-a going!"
You ingore the angry person and frantically patted the floor in a desperate attempt to find your glasses. The guy tsked. You heard him grab something from the marble ground and handed something to you. Luckily they were your glasses.
"Ah! Th-thanks!" You exclaim while putting on your glasses, "I'm sorry for bumping into you.."
"Um, let me treat you to lunch! Just a way of saying sorry."
The guy with the hair curl and amber eyes paused for a moment to think.
"Well, you are offering me-a food, I can't refuse-a food."
You grinned, radiating happiness which didn't seem to be contagious,
I LOVE IT!More Like This
Japan x Reader
I LOVE IT!
"Oh my God Kiku, I just crashed my car. I-in the bridge!"
"A-are you arright _____-san?!"
"I'm MORE than alright! I feel free!"
"Don't do that sort of thing again _____-san, you courd get seriousry hurt."
"I'm sorry Kiku, it's just a nice way to vent my anger. After the break up with Gilbert.."
The line was silent for a moment.
"Anyway, I feel so much better. Though I feel a little bit bad about my car."
_____ started laughing. I stay silent. This reckless behaviour can hurt _____ really bad. I'd rather die than see her get hurt. Or even worse..
"You can't continue this _____-san!"
"But it's the closest I felt to being alive, Kiku!"
"It might feer rike that at first, but if something goes wrong, you won't BE alive."
"But I love it, Kiku."
"No." I say, with a surprisingly stern voice.
"Wh-what? D-don't hang u--"
And the call is disconnected.
I need to see that girl. I wonder what she'll do next, I just hope it isn't something that could really
Germany x Tomboy!Lazy!ReaderYou were failing gym class. Then again, you didn't really care at the moment. You were currently chilling at home in sweatpants and one of your favorite t-shirts. You were eating some pudding and thinking that you might want to fix your grade in said class. You shrugged and ate another bite of pudding.More Like This
Your crush, Ludwig Beilschmidt, would disapprove of your laziness. He was very hardworking and strict. He got good grades in everything. It seemed as if he was good in everything, except for art. You giggled as you remembered when Feliciano, Ludwig, and Kiku all drew the same picture in their styles. Kiku's turned out in a cute anime style, Feliciano's was an amazing realistic picture, and Ludwig's was...well...you really couldn't tell what it was. It might have been a stick figure or something, but you still weren't sure.
Ludwig was very strong and athletic. He was the star of the soccer team. You hung out at games usually, relying on the rowdy crowd to hide you. You usually sat messed
I'm a boy~ (meme stolen from lightning)YOUR BOY SIDE:More Like This
[x] You love hoodies
[x] You love jeans
[ ] Dogs are better than cats
[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt and fall
[x] You've played with/against boys on a team
[/] Shopping is torture
[ ] Sad movies suck
[ ] You own an XBOX
[x] You played with Hot Wheels or Matchbox cars as a little kid
[ ] At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter
[x] You owned a DS, PS2 or Sega
[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers
[/] You watch / watched sports on TV
[ ] Gory movies are cool
[ ] You go to your dad for advice (sometimes)
[x] You have at least 1 trophy of a sport
[ ] You used to play Yu-Gi-Oh
[x] Baggy sweat pants are nice to wear (so comfy UwU)
[x] It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people
[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors (I like all colors :I)
[x] You love to go crazy and not care what other people think
[x] Sports are fun
[x] You sometimes talk with food in your mouth
[x] You sleep at night with your so