Stereotypes~ A poemJust because I'm Blonde,More Like This
Doesn't mean I'm dumb,
Just because I'm angry,
Doesn't mean I believe in Islam
Just because I'm Christian,
Doesn't mean I will preach,
Just because I'm Asian,
Doesn't mean I will teach
Just because I'm Jewish,
Doesn't mean that I'm greedy,
Just because I'm *black,
Doesn't mean I am needy
Just because I'm human,
Doesn't make me bad,
Just because your different,
Doesn't make me sad
*I am so terribly sorry for using that word! I know it can be offensive, and I promise that I wasn't trying to be offensive with it! I really wanted to put African-American, but unfortunately I felt that would too long! I'm so sorry!
Author's Note: I'm sorry for anybody who gets offended by this poem! I really don't want to offend anybody! So I'm really sorry if anybody does get offended.
At a DistanceAt a DistanceMore Like This
I keep myself far away
So that I may enjoy my Day
Ignoring men’s endless scars
So that I can go drink at the bars.
But why, isn’t isolation the bane
That will drive most insane?
Not for me, what do they care
If I go bald or pull out my hair?
At a distance I’ll stay so I’ll be at peace
I don’t want to mourn or be on someone’s emotional leash
Why? Simply because I’m human, why all the fuss?
You never cared about my work so I’m not going to cuss
Over you, him, her, not over any folk
So don’t lump me in the same bowl of yolk
As you people, didn’t you know?
That I’m not going to be a part of your show.
If that hurts you, then have fun with that.
Now whine and cry as I play with my cat
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
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?
Held WithinThere is a poem inside of me,More Like This
beneath the skin I've used so often
to hide the secrets I can't see.
It fills my blood, changing the beat of my heart
to the pound of a meter I can no longer hear,
and as it rushes through my veins,
my mind dances from thought to thought,
in spiralling patterns too complex to contemplate,
trying in desolate desperation
to write in green ink on the wall
the things that plain words cannot cover,
or tell in song:
the things that linger in souls:
the things that are whispered by flickering flames,
the things that wind sings on lonely moors,
the things that trees clutch tight in their centre,
the things that are captured
by the fluttering pulse
A Letter to Who?A LetterMore Like This
You’re high up there
Who knows how far
There’s no fog tonight
An Unearthly Girl
Is about to come to light
A woman in a chair
The man is on the floor
You can’t deny it:
You’re not alone anymore
Is kind of a mess
Wars and danger
Without any rest
Is it sad
That one of our
Is that new?
She flies to
Wherever You’re needed
Whenever broken hearts are bleeding
To make it seethe fire
Or let it cool
Yet people always ask
Inspired am I
Though I cannot extend
A helping hand
To the outer lands
Not any night
As of late
My heart heavy
My skill underaged
My inner voice
Locked in a cage
And every night
So as You can see, it’s not a delightful emotion to live with:
A mix of
Under the sleepy universal nights
Pierced through with Big Dipper lights
In HopesuchMore Like This
form of blue
such sweet kiss
upon the eyelid's
of dreaming eyes
Colour of Many Sunsetshave you everMore Like This
known a dream
with no expectation
in another sunrise
enjoy the night
prickled with stars - so bright
whilst it lasts
seem to grow
from unseen plants
become more real
than this knowing life
the silent sigh
of face exposed
to light so bright
of many sunsets
yet to come
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I amMore Like This
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life, a ‘stalker’
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
This I Who I
Place of Revival You're at that place again.More Like This
Where your spirit is broken.
Your pride is lost.
Somewhere within your piles of duties.
Failure isn't on your to-do list.
Yet it captures every little task.
It doesn't matter how much you try.
You always seem to end up there.
At the bottom of the bottom.
Our Wings Flutter And SingOur Wings Flutter And SingMore Like This
my feet graze texas plains
southern currents hitting my back
and my body is left
as my soul follows what feels right.
my arms spread wide,
eyes closed and
i let the thought take me away.
i love this cliche
because i have wings with you.
i can fly because of you.
and no matter how many times
i scribble your name as a title of this poem,
i can never mutter it enough
because i’m addicted
to how it rolls off my tongue.
i miss you when i wake up,
when i sleep, when i dream,
because at least there
i wave in the morning
and kiss you through the night.
even departures there feels like
i’m leaving my home
to return to my house.
i think of you first and last,.
of your yawn and laugh,
how you scrunch your nose
and your little grin
even when you try to refuse it.
and i know you hate smiling in pictures,
but i make it my mission
to make you smile as much as possible.
i love how you keep your hair to one side
with the part in the middle.
i love how the l
Music's SpellHe’d been so young when first he sawMore Like This
The lady who stole his heart away.
In that moment he made vows to serve
At her feet night and day—forever.
He begged her to grace him with a smile
Just one smile and his life was hers.
She asked with what skill he had come to her
In what way would be, a mortal, serve her?
With the magic at her command
There was nothing she needed a servant for.
So she demanded him to find a way
To bring a new amusement to her life.
Knowing well that instruments containing animals
By magic could not be enchanted--
Also knowing the charms of his own skill—
He gently led the lady to a piano
Then he sat, the thought for only a moment
Before his fingers danced over the keys.
The tune he played was like a charmer’s spell
She listened with a rapture she’d never known.
Through her being each note sent a thrill
Making her almost forget the reason she was here.
When at last his fingers came to rest
The smile on her lips was s
Wish You Were HereHi.More Like This
This is the... tenth?- letter I've written you.
You haven't replied, but that's okay.
I mean, it would be hard for you to.
I know it's hard for me, but I like writing them.
It gives me a sense of comfort... like how your hugs were.
I shouldn't bring that up, though; it's not necessary.
So, how are you?
I like to think you're doing well.
I mean, I'm assuming you're doing well.
You have to be doing well, right?
You would let me know if you were doing otherwise, right?
Well, you used to; times have changed.
It's not impossible for you to not be doing well and not let me know.
I would like you to tell me how you're doing... that would be nice.
Don't worry about it, though; it's not mandatory.
In case you're wondering, I'm doing okay.
I have an interview at the place I told you about.
GrayscaleWhen our young eyes were bright with life,More Like This
We saw the world in black and white,
But our naïveté faded away,
And now we see the shades of gray.
Examining The ExamsExamining The Exams, by David NicholasMore Like This
Exams are afoot
To test my knowledge & skill
In my college course
Sleepless nights in store
Crave some caffeine & fast food
All work and no play
Repeat what I’ve learned
Compute, graph, manipulate
Revise and review
Worries plague my mind
Fear of failing grips my soul
The nerves curse my core
The stress is too much
Screw this shit, I’ll strip instead
Who needs dignity…?
a goddess slept on my bedroom floormy blankets still smellMore Like This
like you, and they stretch
to hold me -
me, who curls into the mattress like a child,
me, medicated and so unsure.
you left two weeks ago,
and i lay tucked against
the window where you
once were, but now thinking
ridiculous thoughts riding
on an unstoppable current:
i would take your last name,
even if it weren't mine to have.
there are certain things
only my memory can touch now;
the way you slept in my bed
like you belonged there,
breathing as if you weren't
counting what you had left.
and if i could have it my way,
i would spend every night i'll ever
have with you, throat burning
and a mouth full of smoke,
but only love dashing from my
lips and floating endlessly into
the star patterned sky.
Words That Burnt My Tonguei.More Like This
You don't need
thunderstorms or hurricanes to prove that you are living.
You don't need
fields of dandelions or gardens of roses to justify your existence.
Let the woodpecker mend your plastered heart.
Know that it's going to hurt because
you're blasting into comets and meteoroids,
you're no longer remnants of musky ashes that he left you.
Be brave enough
to let your tears bloom the roses of tomorrow.
We Need FeminismWe, a global society, need feminism.More Like This
Visiting India for the first time in 1996, I saw my boy cousin use a Barbie-pink backpack we had brought from America. The sight was as foreign as cows wandering the streets, tails swatting the ubiquitous flies. My mother explained that pink for girls and blue for boys was an American obsession. In a small town where growing girls were expected to wear dresses or longer pants, no one gave a damn what color they were, although everyone had an unfortunate predilection for neon.
Luckily, I'd spent my childhood in blues and greys because the only person who bought my clothing didn't like pink herself. My clothes came from the boys' section. I got cars, Legos, K'nex. Not as many video games as I'd wanted. I had to play Mortal Kombat on the boys' consoles, thankful that the only other girl in our social group wasn't around too often. She liked dolls and, unlike the rest of us, cried to get her way. Nobody told her to man up.
We do not need bigotry or
five hour energyi supposeMore Like This
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t biteMore Like This
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
It's Always the Quiet Ones Every class has those kids, you know, the ones that looks fragile and weak. They’re ignored throughout the entire year. There’s a reason why no one bugs them.More Like This
I am not one of them, I’m those average students on the side line that can socialize like the average human being. I’m not extravagant. I have friends. I do my work. There’s nothing special about me. Although, last year what happened in one of my classes was different.
Edger was one of them, those quiet ones. He didn’t sit at the back of the class like in those cliché stories you read or see in movies. For the first seven months of that school year he was silent. I don’t understand how those kids get away with not answering questions or not going up to the board to write out problems, on presentation days he’d disappear.
On the seventh month of school I’ve started to notice things about Edger. Heck, I wasn’
BurgundyThe lipstick stain on the rimMore Like This
Of the glass matches
The last sip of wine swirling
In its vitreous cage.
She always leaves a
Sacrifice for the gods
To make her drink less,
Or more, so she can forget.
Her smile has turned bitter
Like the remains of wine
In so many emptied glasses,
And she knows her body,
Dressed in ferment,
Matches her soul,
Dressed in despair.
a youth without flowerswake up, dress in your sunday best - that white church dress with the ribbon collar wound tight like a noose around your neck. don't wince when mamma pulls your hair back into twin tails, even though your scalp feels like it'll split open.More Like This
get in the back seat. wonder why your uncle is driving the family car down wheezy roads, but only wonder silently. from the back seat you see his fat old stomach wobble as the ford jostles down a gravel road toward church. apologize to mamma when your head smacks into the window - it's your fault, anyway.
smile like your daddy is the preacher, but don't seem too happy. mamma told you that today is a sad day. this thought rattles around in your tiny head; it doesn't make sense. how can the sky be as blue as a bird's belly on a sad day? there aren't many clouds in the sky.
don't fuss when mamma pulls you away from the kids playing ball underneath the big oak tree. she's only doing that to help you - you wouldn't want those pretty black shoes to get scu
500 Points Give Away!!! .:CLOSED:.:icondragonhi: Hi Everyones!!!More Like This
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4000 Points Giveaway ~CLOSED~Thank ya all for entering, the raffle will close now. No more joining.More Like This
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Advice From The Old Spice GuyHello, deviantART Lit community.More Like This
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Anything is possible when thorns critiques your writing. I'm on a llama.
The Soul's SongWhat am I to do?More Like This
All I want
Is to forget you
But something stops me
Steers my thoughts
In your direction
Your absence leaves me
Incomplete and searching
For something, anything
To fill the emptiness inside
Yet there is nothing
I can do or find
When your voice is the one
That sings the song of my soul
I WonderWill I ever tell you, I wonder,More Like This
How you make me feel?
It's doubtful at best
For I don't even know
Who you are
I may have clues
But do I really want to know?
Yes, of course I do
Just the thought of you
Passing through my mind
Fills my heart with joy
I want to dance with you
Sing with you
Let you in my heart
And hope you want the same
But I'm not sure
If I have the courage
To tell you
Or even figure out who you are
Your LightI feel the warmth of the lightMore Like This
Living in my heart
Only you could give off such heat.
Vowing to do all I can do
Every second of every day
Your happiness is what I desire.
On this night I ask one thing of you
Understand, my dear, I love you
SeraphYou say you hope for successMore Like This
I know you can achieve it
Use those beautiful wings
I know you have them
And fly towards victory
Don't worry about falling
For I am here for you Seraph
To lift you if you plummet
La nuit de l'angeNow is your chanceMore Like This
Take the stage and shine
Show me your best
Drown me in your light, your glory
Prove to the world
That you possess the greatness
That I have seen all along
Make them see you
Because tonight belongs to you
It's the night of the Angel
In everything I doIn the second it takesMore Like This
For you to race through my mind
The world seems to have stopped
Just to give me time to savor the picture,
The one of you that never leaves my head
And the best part is I get to enjoy it often
For in everything I do, I think of you
You are my inspiration, my hope
Balance to my life is brought by you
So I thank you, my dear, my darling,
Queen and guardian of my heart,
For being yourself.
True FeelingsFalling in love with you was no accident.More Like This
Declaring my true, deep feelings for you
On that magical day all those years ago
Fills me with such intense joy and love.
Say that you will be mine forever,
Promise me that you won't dare stray.
Whisper sweet words of romance, so I can
Take comfort words spilling from your lips.
Just a mere glance from your gentle hazel eyes
Reassures me of the fact you care so very much.
If I believe in the ideal concept of perfection,
Then I would proclaim with pride you are perfect.
Night "Night"More Like This
In the dark existential
The silvery moonlight
Enlighten my soul
tattooing with lights
Star in my heart
harmonizei'm built on broken bones and metronomesMore Like This
her alto trills, his hollow tones
a second verse she'll never know
so sweet and sweet and down we go
the cords stretch and scratch but never match
the off beat tears he'll surely catch
the droplets lead a song of their own
recorded on heartstrings, a song i know
his words they ring and the hurt they bring
it's been so long but i choose to sing
and maybe he'll hear the music we make
( it's been so long but i choose to break. )