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Exceptions

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Exceptions

I thought I saw a masterpiece With colors vibrant and bold But then I saw the faded paint Smudged and cracked and old I thought I saw a spider web Where natural beauty lies But then I saw the spider there Catching helpless flies I thought I saw a butterfly With wings of lovely hue But then I saw the warning there Of harmful poison, too I thought I saw a bright blue sky With sunlight shining bright But then I saw the stormy clouds Blocking out the light I thought that I saw me, myself Good and wild and free But then I looked, and saw again And saw the problem was me

Being Alive

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Being Alive

Breathe in, breathe out One foot in front of the other What does it mean to be truly alive? Watch the people going by And wonder if they know How astounding they are A miraculous creation of flesh and blood You’ve seen the way excitement can change a face Eyes lighting up with an unmatched wonder And the thrill of captured interest In a performance of body language You’ve seen the way a person can smile Without it reaching their eyes Or the way someone laughs Without it seeming real Every person is a member Of the grand cacophony Of talents and potential Race and gender Failure and success A never-ending list of variables You

Window Shopping

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Window Shopping

I like to walk through empty streets And look into lighted windows To catch a few glimpses Of people whose lives Are different than mine. I like to think about if I had the choice What would I choose? The family laughing around the table With a free-spirited joy, The siblings fighting over the TV remote With good-natured competition, The mother carrying the sleeping child upstairs With love in every motion? There’s a boy at a desk Bent over his schoolwork. A couple argues intently With fingers pointed and accusations. A few windows are dimmed With the gloom of loneliness. I walk past the snapshots And form them into a collage Of a wo

K-I-S-S-I-N-G 14: Janto

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K-I-S-S-I-N-G 14: Janto

The week crept by slowly, punctuated by discussions of the fast-approaching party. Jack’s house was ideal for two main reasons: there was plenty of space, and his parents were exceptionally easy-going. One of the first things that had happened was Jack had made sure to expand the scale of the party. It was odd; Ianto would pass groups of people in the hallways and hear Jack’s name as they discussed weekend plans. Jack had so many suggestions of widely varied appropriateness that Ianto wasn’t always entirely sure when to take him seriously anymore. But he was very sure that Jack’s latest suggestion was serious, and Ian

Janto: Falling in Love: Ch. 21

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Janto: Falling in Love: Ch. 21

Jack woke up to the tinny buzzing of an alarm in an unfamiliar room. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, seeing the man whose bed he was in getting dressed. “I have work,” he said, glancing at Jack as he buttoned up his shirt, “and I’m guessing that you do too. If you’re hungry, you can help yourself to whatever I may have.” He tucked in his shirt. “Otherwise, just let yourself out. Thanks for the night.” He grabbed a tie off of his dresser and hung it around his neck as he left the room. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and located his clothes. Aside from his coat, which was draped n

K-I-S-S-I-N-G 13: Janto

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K-I-S-S-I-N-G 13: Janto

Ianto was stretched out on Jack’s bed, his maths textbook open in front of him. Jack was next to him, trying – mostly successfully – to distract him. It didn’t help that even without Jack’s added efforts, Ianto was oddly aware of how close Jack was to him. Since he was so occupied with ignoring both the fact and what it may mean, his resolve for ignoring Jack’s pestering and focusing on his homework was greatly lessened. “Honestly, Ianto, it’s the first day back, and I’m bored!” Jack was trying to pull Ianto’s textbook away, but Ianto kept a firm hand on it as he wrote in his

K-I-S-S-I-N-G 12: Janto

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K-I-S-S-I-N-G 12: Janto

Ianto tapped his foot nervously as he watched the road leading up to the school’s entrance. He’d already been there for twenty minutes. His wide-eyed mother had watched him wolf down his breakfast and get all his things together before he was usually out of bed. “I guess someone’s excited for school,” she commented wryly. Ianto just shrugged, glancing at the clock impatiently. “Are we ready?” “Ianto, do you realize how early you are?” “I can take him,” Rhiannon said as she meandered into the kitchen. “I offered to pick up Stacy, I could drop him off on my way.”

Janto: Falling in Love: Ch. 20

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Janto: Falling in Love: Ch. 20

Ianto tried to stay calm as he worked his way through the Hub. He had managed to fall into a controlled – if brisk – walk by the time he got upstairs. He took a moment to locate where the ever-migrating coat hanger had ended up and grabbed his things. He tried to catch his breath as he considered his decisions. He knew he had to get out of here, at least for a while, but to come back later tonight or simply return tomorrow? As he considered, Jack appeared at the top of the stairs. Jack looked at Ianto for a moment before turning. He seemed exceedingly calm and composed, which for some reason infuriated Ianto. Predictably, Owen w

A Little Game of Cat and Mouse

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A Little Game of Cat and Mouse

A little game of cat and mouse A playful chase But I’m the cat, for a change I follow silent footsteps and creaky meows Flipping switches so I can see the path She turns a corner Fidgets and darts away when I follow Looking nervous I wonder if she remembers, too That he used to live here That this was the domain Of a lazy king I scoop her up And at hearing her purrs I wound myself by remembering Hers are all I’ll hear anymore I carry her out to the cold garage And place her on the ground For this is her home And that was not her place

Insecurity

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Insecurity

The worst words I've never heard From anyone But myself It's impossible to block at the voices Screaming at you in your head Words that you've never heard From anyone else Things that no one else Would dare say to your face It's impossible to stop the tears As the words get to you Just like they always do You've never felt so broken And powerless to stop it You look into a mirror And see a face you don't recognize Hands clamped uselessly over ears With tear-stained cheeks And eyes that beg you to stop the pain It takes a moment to remember who you are.
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Window Shopping

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Window Shopping

I like to walk through empty streets And look into lighted windows To catch a few glimpses Of people whose lives Are different than mine. I like to think about if I had the choice What would I choose? The family laughing around the table With a free-spirited joy, The siblings fighting over the TV remote With good-natured competition, The mother carrying the sleeping child upstairs With love in every motion? There’s a boy at a desk Bent over his schoolwork. A couple argues intently With fingers pointed and accusations. A few windows are dimmed With the gloom of loneliness. I walk past the snapshots And form them into a collage Of a wo

Being Alive

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Being Alive

Breathe in, breathe out One foot in front of the other What does it mean to be truly alive? Watch the people going by And wonder if they know How astounding they are A miraculous creation of flesh and blood You’ve seen the way excitement can change a face Eyes lighting up with an unmatched wonder And the thrill of captured interest In a performance of body language You’ve seen the way a person can smile Without it reaching their eyes Or the way someone laughs Without it seeming real Every person is a member Of the grand cacophony Of talents and potential Race and gender Failure and success A never-ending list of variables You

Exceptions

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Exceptions

I thought I saw a masterpiece With colors vibrant and bold But then I saw the faded paint Smudged and cracked and old I thought I saw a spider web Where natural beauty lies But then I saw the spider there Catching helpless flies I thought I saw a butterfly With wings of lovely hue But then I saw the warning there Of harmful poison, too I thought I saw a bright blue sky With sunlight shining bright But then I saw the stormy clouds Blocking out the light I thought that I saw me, myself Good and wild and free But then I looked, and saw again And saw the problem was me

A Little Game of Cat and Mouse

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A Little Game of Cat and Mouse

A little game of cat and mouse A playful chase But I’m the cat, for a change I follow silent footsteps and creaky meows Flipping switches so I can see the path She turns a corner Fidgets and darts away when I follow Looking nervous I wonder if she remembers, too That he used to live here That this was the domain Of a lazy king I scoop her up And at hearing her purrs I wound myself by remembering Hers are all I’ll hear anymore I carry her out to the cold garage And place her on the ground For this is her home And that was not her place

Insecurity

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Insecurity

The worst words I've never heard From anyone But myself It's impossible to block at the voices Screaming at you in your head Words that you've never heard From anyone else Things that no one else Would dare say to your face It's impossible to stop the tears As the words get to you Just like they always do You've never felt so broken And powerless to stop it You look into a mirror And see a face you don't recognize Hands clamped uselessly over ears With tear-stained cheeks And eyes that beg you to stop the pain It takes a moment to remember who you are.

The Unknown Journey

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The Unknown Journey

I step onto the path One cautious foot after the other Testing to see if the ground will hold Gingerly starting the exploration The ground holds. I begin to walk I'm beginning to understand the path I see glimpses of things I've never seen What is and what could be The path is more comfortable now. I begin to run I feel as if I know this path The excitement to get to the end And the wonders it holds The path ends. Caught up in my world I didn't see the edge Now I'm afraid of letting go Because of the promise of falling My hand slips. I'm lying at the bottom I haven't felt the pain yet But I can see the drop And at the t

I want to...

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I want to...

I want to wade into the water, and not care when my clothes get wet. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, and not care when it hurts my throat. I want to learn, and not care when I'm wrong. I want to smile, and not care when the world protests. I want to sleep, and not care when I'm woken up. I want to live, and not care when it's time to die. I want to love, and not cry when my heart is broken.

The Magic of Mountains

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The Magic of Mountains

For a week I'd forgotten Forgotten stresses of life Forgotten worries I'd soon have to face Forgotten what was painful to think of Forgotten that there was anything to remember The mountains made me young again With life-long dreams of olden times and horses And thoughts of running barefoot through the world Leaving civilization and rationality behind There's not much that can be forgotten forever. One comment trips it Sends away all of the contentment Makes the place I'd fallen in love with Fade back into the bitterness and loneliness Of heartbreak and weariness Even the mountains couldn't take away all the pain.

Creator

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Creator

I'm not an artist. My fingers don't understand how to make that picture. It doesn't matter how many times you explain it, I'll always get frustrated and give up. I just don't have the patience, I guess. I see my friends around me – they're good at it. They make art that makes you stop and just look at the sheer beauty of it. They have the talent. I don't. I'm not a musician. My songs always fall just a little short of any mark that can be considered adequate. It doesn't completely click, how all of the chords fit together, how a melody should work, what key it's in. I'm too discouraged by the success of people close to me. It's a big

Summer Specials

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Summer Specials

Days and nights pass With melancholic moods And pointless laughter Thoughts you wish you never had And empty months to lose them in Fingers tapping messages And words you wish you could take back Or make seem more real to both of you You can't tell, somehow And now our words seem empty Forced Dancing around the topic Too big to talk about Reaching out and pulling back Taking chances and falling off the edge To the worlds you don't know So well And you're not sure you want to. Well Everyone has always said Summer is a special time

The Taste of Smoke

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The Taste of Smoke

                       Your smoky voice                  tangles in my hair,              scatters ashes          across my shoulders.          My lashes settle closed          against the heat,          the burn of embers on          my waist when          you rest your hands          on me.                     Sparks race                     across your pale                     skin,           and your hair -                     that fire, warmth,                     where I long to                     bury my chilled                     fingers -           dances when you move. A kiss   a flame as small      and

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HP:George Nothing is alright

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HP:George Nothing is alright

As long as I can remember, we were never apart. It was like we weren't separate people, always Fred and George, the twins. We got sick at the same time. It was always us, everything the same. So how are you supposed to act when someone like that, someone who has been by your side your whole life, is suddenly torn away from you? You always think how hard it will be when your parents die, but your best friend, brother, twin? Never. Months have passed since the great battle. Memorials have been built, celebrating the dead, the fighters, the heroes. Everywhere I went, I saw his name, heard his name. People looked at me in the streets. I could
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My Bio
I'm a person who couldn't live without music. I love to sing, act, and play violin, and I'm learning piano and guitar. I hope to be a professional performer.

Darren Criss is probably my top inspiration in life, followed closely by Chris Colfer and John Barrowman.

I'm in the Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter, and Glee fandoms, primarily, though I also browse around Buffy, Merlin, and a few others.

You may be subjected to some of my drawings if you follow me, but my claim to (very small, limited) fame would probably be my fanfics, primarily my Janto ones.

Requests are ALWAYS open for fanfics. ALWAYS.

Anything else you want to know, just ask. Cheers!

Favourite TV Shows
Torchwood, Doctor Who, Glee, Merlin, As the World Turns, Supernatural, Misfits
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Just to list a few: Darren Criss, Rush, Styx, Dire Straits, Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood and so many more. But if you look around my iTunes, I have the weirdest selection of music of anyone I know.
Favourite Games
Legend of Zelda, Sonic the Hedgehog

Sorry that I've been AWOL!

Sorry that I've been AWOL!

I realize that it's been forever since I've posted ANYTHING and I owe chapters of things and... yeah. I realize I haven't been around, I apologize wholeheartedly. College has been keeping me pretty busy and I've just been extremely distracted. I may try to jump back into the flow of things soon. Sorry about my absence!!

Bon voyage, you mean bon voyaaaaaaa zha

Bon voyage, you mean bon voyaaaaaaa zha

I did it phonetically because i didn't know how else to express that... Sorry, in an odd mood this morning. I just finished a chapter of K-I-S-S-I-N-G (which I'm hoping at least some of you have noticed) and I'm leaving in around 20 minutes so that I can go on tour for two weeks. So yeah. I'll be gone for a while, but I hope to be at full force when I get back. I've been having trouble getting back into the swing of things, since I started a job which meant I had to readjust my sleep schedule and just eats away at a lot of my time and energy. So I'm sorry that I haven't been as present as would be ideal, but I'll be trying to work on it. C

Busy

Busy

Hey guys, I know I've been kinda AWOL And I DO have several things that are nearly finished but um I'm graduating high school in a week and a half and am doing a few shows this weekend so I'm sure you can understand why I'm distracted I will be back very soon - scout's honor. Just as soon as I've finished final assignments and the like ^.^

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POSSUM360Student Artist
didin' you used to have a story about into and jack called the ra kind?
imaboss1209Student Filmographer
Hey, uh can you try to finish K-I-S-S-I-N-G JANTO please I love it!!
Tigerlily377Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the llama! :D
Tigerlily377Hobbyist Writer
:D
NunueraStudent Traditional Artist
thanks for the fav !! : )
Thanks, and no problem.