words on screensI know you.
I hope I do – I somehow have to, because we touch and kiss and smile at each other and we sleep while we hug tightly.
I love you.
Do you know that I really, really love you?
Do you know why I'm writing this text in English? 'Cause I don't.
I'm from Switzerland, I'm 21 years old, and my English is much better than my French, but a lot worse than my German, obviously.
Still I'm sitting in front of my computer, staring at the words I write, searching for the right ones in a language which is not the one I speak.
I guess it is because I couldn't put all my thoughts in a language I use every day, because my thoughts on you are the most special ones I have.
(I already think this text is wrong, because, well, my English's much worse than my German, but in a way – I don't really care.)
We got to know each other online. We began to write mails. You answered my mails so fast it unsettled me, because everything you wrote was so honest, so honest.
I couldn't answer as fast
~Safe in Your Arms~ A Germany x Reader One ShotMore Like This
"Alright men! Ready.. Aim.."
You broke free of the strong grip of your German fiance and bolted towards the shooting grounds.
"No!" You screamed as you reached out your hand towards your parents who were propped against the wooden poles, blindfolded. Lightning cracked in the sky as the guns were fired making it hard to distinguish the two. Rain began pouring as you tripped and fell on the ground.. It was too late. You laid on the ground, tears streaking your mud splashed face. Your hand was outstretched towards to two slumped over bodies that now lay lifeless. You sobbed hopelessly as there was nothing else you could do.. You were now left with the guilt of their deaths, despite what they would want you to think. The last thing they spoke to you was in fact the opposite, it was their dying wish that you'd live your life, regretless, with your German officer.
As you laid there weeping, you felt steady arms wrap around you and lift your
His Butler, DesireMore Like This
He's falling into darkness, into nothing without so much someone to catch him. To save him from this eternity of nothingness. He opens his mouth, knowing the words he has to shout for salvation but none come. Struggling he tries again, the dark ground approaching quickly, the fires of death growing on the horizon. Still no words, not even the slightest squeak.
As he approaches his doom he can hear the screams of his parents, his own and his aunt. One last try, that's probably all the time he's got until he dies. Just one more time to see if he can overcome this sheer fear that's engulfed him to try and push through it and save himself.
And his soul.
"SEBASTIAN!" He cries, his voice loud and powerful, ricocheting around him.
Nothing. His servant does not come, but his death does.
Sebastian may have not come in the dream but he bolted into Ciel Phantomhive's room right as he heard his master's bloodcurdling scream. Thrusting the door open he prepares to see the worst, maybe one of
The Phantom of Hetalia: GermanyMore Like This
I could feel the air grow cold and thin. The Angel's presence, I could sense him in my room. I embraced myself, rubbing my hands across my waist in an attempt to soothe away the cold pit of dread within my stomach. The Angel was furious. I could feel that rolling through the air like waves, menacing and powerful. I prayed his wrath would be brief.
"Insolent whelp!" I heard the Angel proclaim with deadly venom—his voice still glorious and heavenly in its anger--, "How dare he try and defile this pure and obedient student of mine?"
I had never felt so guilty and desperate in my life. I could not believe I had angered my tutor so horribly in speaking to Raoul. Repentant and placating, I begged the Angel on bended knee, hot tears rolling down my cheeks, "Forgive me, my teacher. My soul was weak and wavering. I shall never again look upon another man." I couldn't bear to lose the guardian that had led me to sing again, who h
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
We Have News On Your DaughterIt's early DecemberMore Like This
We sit in our daughters room
Looking over her possessions
Praying she will be home soon
Just in time for Christmas
Her presents are under the tree
Ready to create some more
Of those beautiful memories
It's now mid December
Terror has frozen our tears
As our angels face is slowly
Beginning to disappear
Our lives are a landfill
For unimaginable pain
As her baby brother weeps
Wanting his sister back again
It's now late December
The festivities have past
As searches for our princess
Are slowly scaled back
A knock on the front door
The endless fall to the ground
"We have news on your daughter
A body has been found"
The day I lost youGive me the peace of your lips.More Like This
Feed me with the colour of your eyes.
Take my hands with your heart
And heal my life from head to my feet.
Hug me that tight that I can forget my faults.
Repeat my name to remember who I am.
Paint my face with the brushstrokes of your hair
Each time you rub my lips with your mouth,
Each time you smile,
Each time you love.
Slide the sweetness of your soul
And burn my anxiety.
Give a meaning to my existence
To don't miss you 'till death
Each time you go,
Each time your image flies out of me,
out of my mind.
'Cause since you left me
I don't distinguish what is alive and what is empty
Since you went beauty is nothing, beauty is pain.
Without you this world is a bad joke,
a big frame without painting.
The day you died I hated the butterflies
And the flowers were sign of loss.
Nobody could explain 'why',
Nobody heard my voice.
Nobody understood what I did.
Nobody understood what I said.
Nobody knew how I lost my way.
My Perfect MistakeAs he drew,More Like This
His pencil slipped,
Leaving an undesired mark upon his canvas.
Erasing leaves shadows,
And the mark he left was far too heavy.
He began to think to himself.
Something familiar was there,
Something he simply could not shake.
He had seen this before,
He had seen it and forgotten.
This particular memory was destined to be lost forever,
Forever lost in the depths of his mind.
He then started to think deeper.
How many "mistakes" were thrown away?
There was something quite incredible here,
And he was seconds from tossing it aside forever.
Fate had given him another chance
To reclaim this gem that had been tossed carelessly aside.
The more he thought,
The more he resented the idea of mistakes.
Are not mistakes just untapped potential?
If not all mistakes,
Are not some at the very least a learning experience?
Would an expecting mother deny her child simply because it was not planned?
Is that child simply an inconvenience without the potential to do amazing things?
This slip of the
First kissI can't even tell you why,More Like This
I fell so hard the very first time
and I can't even explain
the way it feels to say your name
Just a slight breeze
light upon my tongue
like the lyrics to a love song
just waiting to be sung
And the tingle I feel
when you turn your green eyes
so that they lock into mine
that's when my tongue ties
So I can barely speak a word
when I look down at your lips
because all I can think about
is the feeling of a first kiss
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
Wanderer's ConfessionThis is my confession.More Like This
This is who I am.
Everywhere I look, I see burning buildings and casualties. I see broken hearts and grieving tears. The sun of Spring and Summer have long since passed and I find the world to be in a constant autumn - forever falling.
I hide myself behind my face and shield myself in a most effective camouflage. I can laugh at pretty much any joke, even when the punch line is as far removed from me as the moments of my past. The ultimate agent, I can talk the talk and walk a walk, depending on the circumstances; still haven't quite mastered certain social situations yet.
Every day I leave the house with water to put out the flames and med-packs for the ailing. I know I can't help everyone and in truth I don't try to help every single soul - that is my failing. I listen to the stories people tell and find their character within their voice. How oft' I wish those who would leap would do so into the embrace of someone who cares than into that of the waters below. S
On Your CommandIt's like a sword in my heartMore Like This
Twisting with every day that passes
Just turning and slicing endlessly
Until it halts on your command.
It's like an ocean that drags you in
And drowns you, filling your lungs
Crushing your body and your hopes
Until it lets me go on your command.
It's like an endless hunger,
That makes me cry in agony
And my stomach turns constantly,
Until I am fed on your command.
It is a silence in my mind,
Louder than any noise around me;
The haunting absence of your voice,
Broken only on your spoken command.
Stab me, drown me, starve me
I die in every moment of silence
How can a loving heart beat a pulse
Without the sound of your command?
Let me live.
Let me survive.
Let me see tomorrow's dawn.
Command my heart to beat.
Ana's Job ApplicationDear Madam,More Like This
When I heard you were looking for a diet coach, a way to slim down, I knew this was a job for me. I'm definitely well-qualified for it.
My name is Anorexia Nervosa, but my friends call me Ana. I don't like to brag, but I'm quite famous actually. I'm on the news a lot, and I even have a fan club. You can find them on pro-Ana websites everywhere. They even call me a way of life. They can't live without me, they say. Honestly, I'm flattered.
If you're feeling worthless and overweight, you have a right to-- you are. But I wouldn't worry if I were you. I've worked with lots of people like you before, and I've made them what you want to be. Just look at my websites-- my friends will show you some pictures. Use these as a jumping off point, 'thinspiration' if you will.
This may sound like I'm bragging again, but I am an excellent diet coach. I never leave you, I'm with you 24/7, I teach you and you learn. All my students have learned
Ana, my lover. When it first began, I saw her only for a brief moment. I walked past a mirror, she was there in a moment and gone in a flash. She was beautiful; she was a bird boned structure with sharpened edges to cut into your heart. Her image lingered with me and so I searched everywhere. I wanted her.More Like This
The special girls said that she had to choose me, that I had to be special to be in her presence. She was treated as a god to some and others just seen her as a degenerative disease.
I just saw her as something gorgeous.
The flash of her bones would become more frequent and I was delighted. She never stayed for long though,she would take off into the shadows and I was left crying for her. I would become more anxious after seeing her leave, what if I would never see her beautiful face again? What if she thought I wasn't special enough for her?
This is AnaDear Reader,More Like This
So, you want to be skinny? I don't blame you. You're the fattest human being I've ever seen. I honestly don't know why you let yourself live. I have a lot of work to do, so you'd better listen up and follow every single instruction I give you.
Food makes you fat. Calories are your natural enemy. Think you're hungry? Think again. You want to put something in that tummy of yours? Not while I'm here. Eating is for people with no self-control. You're better than that, I hope. What defines us as people? Will power. Show some. Put down that fork. Do you really need to eat dinner? You can pass on breakfast and lunch, too. Look in the mirror. What do you see? Fat. It's everywhere, spreading over your body like a disease. Why on earth would you need food when you have so much of it under your skin? Gluttony is as much a sin as it is repulsive. Let's not embarrass ourselves.
You know your boyfr
Sun Shines on the Bed - NaLu ficMore Like This
The lights went down in Magnolia as the sun slowly came up. Its rays pierced the gloom, bringing warmth and promises of a new and glorious day.
In Lucy's bedroom, Natsu stared down at his sleeping princess. The sun shined on her hair to make the blonde strands gleam like purest gold. Natsu could hardly help but touch that hair, stroke it off her sleeping face, and smell the fragrance of her shampoo.
He missed this smell so much! He had been gone for far too long, off on another mission to find Igneel. Without Lucy around, missions simply were not fun anymore. He knew why she needed to stay home. She had rent to pay, food to buy, and his random searches for Igneel were never for money. They were simply his own thing, and Lucy could not afford to travel for weeks over a mere rumor.
Still, she never once called it "a waste of his time," not like that droopy-eyed ice jerk Gray. Whenever Natsu told Lucy he was leaving, she just smiled sadly and wished him luck. That sad smile always haunted
Fall Sparks2The Window.More Like This
“We’re home!” Bolin yelled as he and his brother walked into their home, Mako locking the door behind them.
“In the kitchen.” A woman’s voice yelled back.
Bolin dropped his book bag in the entryway and walked through the open living room and into the kitchen. Mako followed close behind, picking up his brother’s book bag and setting it in one of the cushioned chairs in the living room.
“Hey dad, watch are you watching?” Mako asked as he stood beside his father and looked at the TV screen.
“College playoffs started early this year. I thought you had practice after school?” Mako’s father, San said as he looked back at his son and noticed he wasn’t wearing his practice uniform.
Mako sat down on the arm of the couch and glued his eyes to the baseball game on the screen. “I did, but coach got sick and canceled so Bo and I stayed after to get an early start on football conditions.” Mak
dead from the neck upto the thousands of souls who haveMore Like This
died beneath my skin, picked pink,
and those i would not be able to
sleep without, for they are the static
voices in my seashell ears - i am
sorry, but not sorry enough to stop.
should i scrape my illness from
beneath my nails, there would be no
one to wrap my feeble body in the
flesh of freckled stars and bark
warnings so softly. this is all i have.
there are people who haven't seen
the war here at home, the blood
lapping the shores of our pride.
and their eyes don't shine like mine,
but their hands leave bruises against
my temples, peeling the skin from my
back like poorly held wallpaper.
hope has fled and left me with an
empty nest. god trembles when i
wake to see another day. no one
hopes that sometime i'll be able to
laugh with my heart on my tongue,
and they sure as hell don't wipe the
sadness that drips down my chin
and hallowed neck.
for now, my ribs are shut tight like
venetian blinds, my mind is held
together with safety pins, and my
the dark amethyst echoes quicklythe sun fades from flaxMore Like This
to the deeping of the walls
and away; the river mirrors
the shade before midnight.
AzureStruck by Cupid’s dartMore Like This
I’m bleeding belladonna,
veins surging poison.
Now blue bells and little stars
live where my eyes used to be.
Phlox crawls from my chest,
heart pulsing with a nectar
that is beyond sweet.
My pretty petals tempt you,
with lethal indifference.
burgundy dreamsdeep and imposing,More Like This
swirling with fragrant desire
you pool under my skin
like inkblots on fresh linen.
your tongue cuts
delicate shapes into my
with a saccharine edge
only you could posses.
dark and alluring
like the lifeblood that
pours from our pretty little veins,
you catch my breath
and steal kisses
in the dead of night.
but you’re far
from sex in a glass;
an ungodly man with
more lies than he has affairs.
i guess I’ve bruised
your ego just like you
bruised my lips.
08.08.14I'm not celebrating deviantART's birthday this year. Don't get me wrong, I think it's an awesome idea for everyone to share their dA story, but I don't think that the time is right for me to do that. I've been giving away little pieces of myself all year and it feels like enough.More Like This
On the topic of these journals, I'm honoured to find that so many deviants consider me to be an important part of their story. I had no real idea that I affected anyone on here quite so much, so thank you all.
I have five months to accumulate enough points to extend my premium membership, so if you know of any literature contests that are offering points as prizes, please let me know!
As some of you may know, I made the radical decision to cut my long hair and adopt a pixie cut several months ago.
It's been a long, cold winter, but I'm pleased to say that my hair is almost long enough to put into
she's a grey emberburn slow;More Like This
call absence to your knees
and kiss its bruises
free from greed
until your hands are stained neutral
i.More Like This
for three and a half years you had
a home in the crevices of my bloodiest organ,
but you didn't pay rent so consider yourself
when people love each other they’re
willing to move mountains to simply see one another—
you won’t even pick up the damn phone.
you played me like a fiddle and then
broke the bow, but I'm still making sweet melodies
and going farther than you ever dreamed.
i was young and foolish,
mesmerized by your foreign taste;
you left me cold and curious but
i don't blame you.
good girls are just bad girls
who don’t get caught
you turned a child into a ghost
left to linger amongst hollow graves,
and then you tried to revive her
with spare change and empty bullshit
but you were too late.
she was already dead.
how can i spread my wings and fly
when you’re the dead weight at my ankles?
the first day i saw you the word 'wow’
echoed in my head; you make me see
the world in technicolor hues.
how to be my loveri.More Like This
look me in the eyes and count the stars
that you see reflecting in their
faltering irises as my
pupils dilate to show you what’s inside.
hear the symphony that is my body:
the clicking of my tongue as I pull at
the hem of my shirt,
the silent whispers of my breath as I
exhale my butterflies,
the war drum beating of my heart
as it hangs upon my sleeve.
feel my hand tucked tightly
between the ridges and gaps
of your calloused palm like a puzzle piece
that doesn’t quite fit.
(leave your fingerprints along my spine
so that I may find you the day
you become lost.)
taste my name on your lips;
salty, sour, bittersweet.
savor each and every morsel
as you devour me
letter by letter,
limb by limb.
breath me in like the fragrance of a fine wine—
i am a smoke that
will soothe your senses and pull those
ever pleasant words from your
pretty little mouth.
Six Word Story Collab - WarmthWarmth came in many ways today.More Like This
From your eyes, hands, mouth: warmth.
Warmth - Six Word Story CollabWarmth came in many ways today.More Like This
From your eyes, hands, mouth: warmth.
The reality.reality is so horrible these days;More Like This
days are numbered, so dream instead.
your dreams tend to elude me;
your reality must be so harsh.
Collaboration: oi-yoy-yoyHer paintings never returned his questionsMore Like This
Questions never worth answering in deed
Six Word Story - Good TimingThe world bows down to time.More Like This
Time that the world should rebel.
Summertime (For the Quiet Kids)People think I’m lonely,More Like This
People think I’m sad.
I’ve been called lowly,
I’ve been called mad.
There are worse things
I could be than quiet,
There are more harmful
Things I could do,
Just because I’m different,
Doesn’t mean I’m not right too.
Books are my buddies,
My four walls are my friends.
Green Day are my preachers,
AC/DC are my teachers,
Dancing out of my speakers.
I talk with my pen
And I sing from the soul,
Sometimes it’s diamond bright,
Others, it’s black as coal.
Summer is here,
I can feel it
Sweating into my pores,
And whilst some might go for beaches,
I go for so-called bores.
So when you see someone,
Nose in a book,
With a faraway look,
Don’t pity them;
For they are in their own kind of sunshine.
Small TalkIt's dripping with logic and reasonMore Like This
the question you let gently drop
onto the table between us,
“So, tell me about your life.”
And I'm watching it carefully
telling myself it won't bite
it's more scared of me than I am
and I can capture it with glass.
And I can't rest the answer there
because it's bigger and scarier
and this one will bite will sink
will tear apart the careful stitches.
It's too big for this table
and I can't put it onto you
so it weighs heavy on my neck
and the silence stretches further.
This is loveIn this empty roomMore Like This
We stand together
In the darkness
Our shattered hearts
Bleeding together as one
While the blood runs
Through our cold skin
This is what love is like
Two broken people
Sharing their pain
Merging their empty souls
We forget about the world
Because we live in a world of our own
United as one
In an illusion of happiness
lacuna, sanguine, half-birdhere she is, lean in the shafts of light that transform her from shape to human to goddess. some sort of goddess, limbs forked and swearing, spine trembling like the spines of books caught on fire who repent and wish to be trees again, curled pages praying for bark, to be made foliage again, whole and green. sycamore. she is sanguine and polished on the inside, a bioluminescent lantern glowing straight up through her windpipe, the breath of the boy, smoking and staring at stars, escaping her lungs one saturated still breath at a time.More Like This
she is here, in the shirts that hold her, in the curve of her thighs as she stands carved from light, clutching herself as if the sun were imbedded in her esophagus like a jem, a whole solar system swirling in her organs, the stomach obeyed, the liver drunk, the appendix held in the palm of a bored kind of god, her uterus a great glowing effusion. lacuna.
she is here, in the veil of darkness, surrounded by cups and tarnished spoons, each with a drie
we shouldn't be so afraid of deathi waited for death to wrap hisMore Like This
frail hands around my neck and
feed me to the unknown
but he just took my hand, fingers
laced between my own
I Dare You To Read This [Author x Reader]I Dare You To Read ThisMore Like This
[Author x Reader]
I dare you to read this all the way through. You’ll get a prize at the end. I promise. Just read this all the way through. You don’t need to be embarrassed! It’s just you and me here, and I won’t make fun of you – I swear. Trust me, I’m in no position to be doing that.
Can I start?
Okay, I’m going to.
I’m going to start by saying that you are [Full Name]. You are, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You are [Full Name], and there’s not another [Full Name] on anywhere else.
Don’t take that literally.
Of course, there are probably tons of people with the same first name, maybe a handful of people with the same full name. However, those [Full Name] s, are not the same [Full Name] as you. The [Nick Name] – is it alright if I call you that? Or rather the [Preferred Alias] reading this, is different from, may
Conquer your artblockI think every artist out here has experienced it at least one time in their career: the so called artblock. A moment of total lack of inspiration that suddenly hits you, and leaves you unable to create. Most often the solution is to just wait. Most artblocks will solve automatically with time. But there are circumstances in which an artblock doesn't automatically disappear, or when you have deadlines to catch. In that case, you might be helped by some basic tips to conquer your artblock.More Like This
Over the years, I've experienced an artblock (or writersblock, as they call it for fiction writers) many, many times. Most of them were short, but the longest lasted over 2 years. Most of them solved on their own. But sometimes I just needed that little bit of extra help. Therefore, I made a list with a few tips and tricks to make your artblock go away. Hopefully it'll help you as well as it did me.
Beat your fear
Most artblocks come from fear. The fear of not being able to
Furball [the cat that battled depression]There was one thing I was certain of when we met that day;More Like This
You were the most miserable looking cat I had ever seen in my life.
A tiny white furball. Skinny. Unproportional.
Your legs were too short for your body, as was your tail. It made you wiggle when you walked. There was that thing about your face that just wasn't right. Weird, squinted eyes. You were always snotty, like having caught a cold that never ceased. And when you purred, it was strangely noisy. As if something had broken inside long ago. We always had that funny joke about you, in which we pictured you as a human being. The school nerd that got bullied on in class. The one with huge glasses, an unfitting haircut, and that always carried an inhaler with him because he was basically allergic to anything and everything. Because that was the kind of cat you were.
Still it was love at first sight when we met at the animal shelter, and you set yourself at our laps and started purring for no reason.
The girl at the a
Mental HospitalI got locked away today,More Like This
In a dark and lonely place.
Locked inside a small white room,
Where all light is erased.
This is the place the unwanted are sent,
When they give up reality.
When nobody wants us around anymore,
They send us here, you see?
There is a guard outside my door,
I hear keys locked on his hips.
I scream and yell to be set free,
But his concentration never slips.
I'm trapped here in this room,
Im trapped in this small box.
There are bars on one small window,
And the door has many locks.
All of my hope is lost,
All my dreams are fading.
I hear a noise outside;
The nurses are invading.
I hear patients screaming,
As they open up the doors.
I hear them fight and struggle.
I hear bangs along the floors.
Then I hear a "tick"
And a twist of a small key.
I sit alone in terror,
They're coming after me!
Two ladies walk right in,
They try to hold me down.
That is when one lady,
Stuck a hand right up my gown.
She stuck a needle in my rear,
Suddenly I felt real jaded.
I tried to fig