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The Giver
Jonas wanted to believe he was close. Close to what, exactly, he wasn't sure, but out in the snow, hungry, and clutching Gabe's shivering form to his chest, he wanted so badly to believe in something. His legs and arms were numb. As he pedaled the bike it was jerky and awkward, his limbs moving not because they could, but because they had to. The snow he once marveled at now stuck in his hair and bit at his skin.  It fluttered gracefully as it fell, but the white specks never lingered in the air long enough for him to follow an individual one. Alluring and enchanting, the snow made his flesh burn with cold, yet was still so horribly, painfu
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Today It Rained
Today it rained a silver hail of stars. I watched with widened eyes as the night sky shattered to a thousand pieces and came to rest in fragments by my feet. I lifted my head and smiled at the sobbing sun, who, in this black, black world, becomes an awkward splash of color.
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The Giver
Jonas wanted to believe he was close. Close to what, exactly, he wasn't sure, but out in the snow, hungry, and clutching Gabe's shivering form to his chest, he wanted so badly to believe in something. His legs and arms were numb. As he pedaled the bike it was jerky and awkward, his limbs moving not because they could, but because they had to. The snow he once marveled at now stuck in his hair and bit at his skin.  It fluttered gracefully as it fell, but the white specks never lingered in the air long enough for him to follow an individual one. Alluring and enchanting, the snow made his flesh burn with cold, yet was still so horribly, painfu
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Today It Rained
Today it rained a silver hail of stars. I watched with widened eyes as the night sky shattered to a thousand pieces and came to rest in fragments by my feet. I lifted my head and smiled at the sobbing sun, who, in this black, black world, becomes an awkward splash of color.
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Dry Spell
   I am immobilized by time. by the idea that it is somehow slipping,   fleeting,         evaporating               through the cracks of       my fingers and high              above my head.   I am terrified by the incessant notion that no combination of thoughts,     words,          silences,               or actions    could possibly satiate it. I realize only now that it can never be filled:      all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste               or stretched                        so far            that it dissolves into non-being.  I find that I am caught within its furrows much like the words it devo
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Anxieties of a Conflicted Introvert
I. [i don’t want to have to tell you i’m sorry again but lately it’s been tough. And i’m stricken with this feeling that maybe i’m not good enough.] run. you see, somewhere out there         birds are looking for nests and birds         are finding them in the ribcages of souls but i am tired of picking straw from my heart and strings and hair that wrap around my fingers i’m— [well sometimes i’m a little lonely but i never wanted to tell you that] escape. --tired of seeing the ball i wind from those leftover nests grow and grow—                     [and i want more, want more,
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Or Maybe You Don't Care Anymore
Every time you see my name light up green you think I am sat here talking to someone else where I used to talk to you. It makes you feel dizzy and a little bit sick. I am not talking to anyone. I am just here looking at your photographs. A message flashes up on the screen. It is from you. All I feel is guilt.
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Oh... ok, it's alright.
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Little Man Syndrome
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Break's on it's death bead.
I'd rather gnaw off my own fingers than go back to school.
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The Aftermath Is... A Great Plot Line.
I've decided I'm going to write a progressive Killjoy story. Basically, that means I'm going to ask a bunch of my friends to help by contributing their characters and writing. If I know you in real life, you have a killjoy persona, and are willing to help me write, message me! If you KNOW someone I know with a killjoy persona, let me know if they want to help to! Basically, here's the info I'll need (filled out with my info): -Killjoy Name -Description or Drawing -Backstory -Motto/Quote (YOU have to come up with this!) Remember, your name has to be practical! If you're in a battle, it won't be convenient to scream, "Neon Super Pink Spare
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Hurray, for a full three sentences.
This week sucked. Allow me to rephrase that. My LIFE sucks. :stare:
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thank you so much for the fave on my poem! :iconlainloveplz:
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Your welcome! I loved reading it :D
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Thanks for adding me to your :+devwatch: :heart:
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Welcome :D
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I Love you like I love chocolate.
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HiddenBehindShadowsHobbyist General Artist
Rather creepy, my blonde best friend 0___o
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Thanks for the fav! :D