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Titans: Of Nightmares and Mooks
“I cannot believe you talked me into this.” Damian Wayne muttered as he followed Dick Grayson down the sidewalk to their destination.
“Oh stop being so serious, tonight will be fun!” Dick tried to assure his surrogate little brother.
“Fun?” Damian scoffed. “You call dressing up like a bunch of jackasses and begging people to increase our likelihood of contracting diabetes fun?”
“Yeah, fun!” Dick responded with enough enthusiasm to ignore Damian’s sarcasm.
Fun. Ugh. Just thinking of the word made Damian cringe.
“Father wouldn’t allow this.” Damian huffed.
“You’re right, and that’s what makes it fun.” Dick reasoned.
“So if he told you not to jump off the Gotham Bridge, you’d consider that ‘Fun?’”
“Oh look we’re here!” Dick hurried up the driveway to Roy Harper’s new home in Arizona.
“I still don’t understand what thi
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The Not So Itsy Bitsy Spider
The itsy bitsy spider
spun a pretty web.
The itsy bitsy spider
lived above her bed.
The teeny tiny baby
lay inside her crib.
The teeny tiny baby
drooled onto her bib.
The baby saw the spider
high above her head.
The baby saw the spider
this is what she said.
"Why do you have so many eyes?"
"So I can watch you as you sleep."
"Why do you have so many legs?"
"So I can run and jump and leap."
"Why do you have such scary teeth?"
"To eat the things that crawl and creep."
"Why do you look at me that way?"
The spider didn't make a peep.
The baby's loving momma
came in to say good night.
The baby's loving momma
was in for a big fright.
The baby's loving momma
thought it was a bad dream.
The baby's loving momma
opened her mouth and screamed.
The not so itsy bitsy spider
crawled out of the baby's bed.
For the not so itsy bitsy spider
had eaten the baby's head.
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Literature
there is a man who smiles at me
there is a man who smiles at me
he lives inside my room
i don't know where he came from
i don't know what he wants
but every night he smiles at me
and i have never been so scared
he sits there every night in a chair in my room
i am afraid to touch the chair
because i don't know what he'll do
if he doesn't have a chair to sit in
i don't know what he'll do if he stand up
i don't know what he wears
but i see how tall he is
and if he ever stood up i am sure he would be gigantic
his hair is like straw
it is wild
it is messy
but it doesn't hide his face
i don't know what color his skin iis
but his eyes are black
his eyes are so black
i don't even know if he has eyes
or if the holes in his head are empty
but the worst thing is his smile
i always see it clearly
such a horrible smile
his cheeks stretched so tight
so tight they seem bigger than his face
how can he have so much skin
how can his face be pulled back so tight
doesn't it hurt
or does it he enjoy it
is that why he smiles
and his teeth
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I Am A Ghost
I am a ghost, and I haunt this house.
I sit in this chair, in this house I hate, full of people I hate, but I am someone who does not exist in the real world.
I write these self-absorbed masochistic words on my despair and depression as part of my ongoing attempt to suck my own dick.
I am a blight on this world.
I am a ghost because nothing I do matters, nothing I do is for the betterment of those around me, nothing I do has a happy conclusion.
Every moment I exist in this state I radiate with negativity and hatred for myself and what I am and what has been done to me.
I am a ghost because I exist to make everyone around me as miserable as I am. I do not exist to do better, but to worsen. I disrupt the lives of those around me and leave them looking back on those moments they can never reclaim and wonder “Why me?”
“What did I do to deserve being haunted like this?”
I haunt this house, moving from room to room, making a mess and slamming doors, screaming, crying,
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Literature
The Batman of Arizona
Batman Incorporated HQ
“Wingman, good, you’re here.” Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham City, didn’t even need to turn around as he realized his former sidekick Jason Todd, the second Robin, the second Red Hood, and now the second Wingman, had entered the room.
“You can just call me Jason when we’re not in the field, you know.” Jason spoke as he removed his helmet, revealing his black hair with a white fringe that, you know, I’m not sure if it was because of the Lazarus Pit or the shock of coming back from the dead.
“I wanted to introduce you to our latest recruit, Wingman.” Batman passive aggressively voiced his displeasure at Jason referring to him by his first name. “He’s going to be patrolling Arizona for us.”
“’Hi, Jason. How’ve you been since I decided to forgive you for trying to kill my favorite kid and my only biological kid?’” Jason sardonically replied. “Oh I
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Literature
The Christmas Camp Out - A Roy/Lian Tale
“-but when she turned around, she saw the maniac in the Santa suit standing in the doorway, just as he locked the door behind him with the kids still in the house!”
“*Gasp!* Did he kill the kids?”
“Nah. The neighbors saw what was happening and called the police.”
“Oh thank goodness.”
Christmas Eve, 20XX ~ Arizona Desert
Roy Harper and his daughter Lian were on a Christmas camping trip. It’d been an unbelievably upsetting and frustrating year for the two, where nearly everything that COULD have gone wrong DID go wrong.
And then it got worse.
But then thankfully, things got better.
Roy decided he wanted to spend part of Christmas just the two of them, so they’d decided to go camping. Lian was, naturally, worried about Santa Claus losing track of them if they weren’t at home, but Roy promised her Santa would find them.
Camping isn’t normally a thing people do for Christmas, but the Harpers adapted. They brought with t
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Literature
A Great Christmas
Nora was spending Christmas with her grandma this year, because her parents were called away overseas on business and her older brother was in college. As it was, Nora’s grandfather had died the previous year from complications related to cancer, and all of their other relatives were off having Christmas celebrations of their own. So because it was going to be just the two of them, Nora’s grandma suggested they celebrate Christmas early and invited some of Nora’s friends for a sleepover a couple of days before the 25th. That way Nora could have fun with her friends before they went on trips with their families, and so the two of them wouldn’t feel so alone on the holiday. It was going to be a great Christmas.
Except for one thing.
Something was wrong with the lock to the back door. The key turned in the lock, but for some reason the door could be forced open even if the knob couldn’t be turned. It didn’t bother Nora as much when her parents were ther
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Literature
What's In The Box? A Christmas Horror Story
Jamie was afraid at first when Ms. Cameron started living with his family. Ms. Cameron had been hired as his nanny since his parents were now working full time again, and they needed someone to watch Jamie when he came home from school. Jamie had never even needed a babysitter before in his life, so here was this strange lady he didn’t know, watching over him and preparing dinner for him while his mom and dad were out. It wasn’t something he was prepared for. None of his friends had nannies, so he couldn’t talk to them about it. His parents assured him Ms. Cameron was a very nice lady and she had lots of glowing recommendations from previous families.
It’s not that he thought Ms. Cameron was a bad person. Jamie just wasn’t sure what to think of her. But slowly, Jamie began to get used to Ms. Cameron, maybe he even liked her a little bit. She didn’t have weird tricks for doing math problems or sing songs while cleaning Jamie’s room, but she was
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Sailor Moon - Smart Shopper Rei-chan
“Christmastime is coming, the old men are getting fat. Please put a penny inside a goose’s hat.”
“Minako, you’ve got that rhyme mixed up.”
“I thought it was weird that a goose would wear a hat but who am I to judge?” Minako shrugged.
“Why would a goose wear a hat?” Rei asked in a huff.
“Well, that wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve seen in our lives, right?” Makoto chimed in, sensing Minako was beginning to (no pun intended) egg Rei’s temper.
“Besides, why can’t a goose get to wear a hat?” Minako stopped and dramatically shot her fist into the air. “Geese are people too!”
“You’re just doing this to me on purpose, aren’t you?” Rei somehow managed to be both deadpan and growl at the same time.
“S-so how’s everyone’s Christmas shopping going?” Makoto nervously laughed, holding up some shopping bags filled with baking ing
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HP: When You Mess With Reptiles
The two girls were lounging in an empty classroom, the door wide open. Both of them third years, the pale girl with the long and straight snow white hair was reading a Muggle magazine called “Entertainment Weekly” while the dark skinned girl with wavy, jet black hair scribbled away on a large blank pad.
“Oh I forgot to tell you, I got my Muggle Studies essay back today.” The white haired-girl, Nicole, pulled some roles of parchment.
“Oh yeah?” Gold, the black-haired girl, stopped sketching and looked towards her friend.
“Professor Burbage thinks I’m showing improvement.” Nicole handed the parchment over while she flipped a page in the magazine. “She especially liked the paragraph about why Muggles could make pictures on television sets move but not in actual photographs. I’m gonna write to Mum about it.”
“What do you think she’ll say?” Gold asked, scanning over the essay.
“That she has no da
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Ugly Contest
“Now smile!”
FLASH
The four male Robins, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne had finished posing for their annual Christmas photo at Wayne Manor. All four of them were dressed in ungodly horrific and tacky holiday sweaters.
“I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Jason, wearing a fuzzy red and green sweater decorated in puffy yellow stars, rubbed the bridge between his eyes.
“Yes,” Damian, inside a white sweater with a rhinestone designed mock up of Frosty the Snowman, snarked. “Don’t you have a meth lab to blow up or something, Todd?”
“Now come on guys,” Dick tried to play peacekeeper, it’s Christmas.” He was wearing the most horrible sweater of all. It looked like a facsimile of a Christmas tree with actual ornaments and bells sewn into the fabric. He jingled as he moves. There were even working lights. “And we all agreed-“
“Just promise me the Titans are never going t
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How Momma Ruined Christmas
December 24th - The Night Before Christmas
Baby Wildebeest was so proud of himself. He'd been working on this plan for days, and he was sure it was foolproof. He'd set up the ropes and wires, the milk and cookies, his hiding spot under the tree, everything. All he had to do was wait for just a little while, and then he'd have Santa Claus and everybody would know Santa was for real.
Now to just wait, and...
"My leg!"
Wow! That was fast!
Baby rushed up out of his spot to greet the jolly old man.
"Santa!"
Only it was-
"Mama?!"
Yes. Suspended in mid-air from a bunch of ropes and wires was Baby's beloved Mama, Pantha. She looked like a tangled up puppet... or someone out of an early 90s comic book.
"I'm pretty sure my leg isn't supposed to bend this way." Pantha complained.
"Mama!" Baby burst into tears. "You ruined my trap for Santa! How could you?!"
"Yes. Yes that is exactly what is wrong with this scenario." Pantha deadpanned, her upside down scowl looking like a smile. "That I ruined yo
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That Ain't Santa
December 19th – Saturn Girl and Dream Girl were preparing for the annual Legion holiday party.
“So we have Chlorophyll Kid growing the mistletoe,” Dream Girl read off the list of preparations on her computerized pad, “White Witch is working on the decorations while Polar Boy does the ice sculptures-“
“And NO alcohol.” Saturn Girl pointed out.
“Why not?” The white-haired Naltorian asked.
“Remember last year?” Saturn Girl sighed.

The Christmas party last year, and it seems Jo Nah and Mon-El were getting a little too into their cups. As the two mingled at the open bar…
“I’m just saying, there’s no way anyone could deliver presents that fast.” Jo swished his drink around as he continued the discussion about Santa Claus.
“I completely agree with you.” Mon drunkenly nodded his head.
“I mean sure, not everyone on Earth celebrated Christmas back then, but even then that
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The Doll
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when the doll would say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when it stopped being able to say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, but when will she ask why she holds it at all?
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“I cannot believe you talked me into this.” Damian Wayne muttered as he followed Dick Grayson down the sidewalk to their destination.
“Oh stop being so serious, tonight will be fun!” Dick tried to assure his surrogate little brother.
“Fun?” Damian scoffed. “You call dressing up like a bunch of jackasses and begging people to increase our likelihood of contracting diabetes fun?”
“Yeah, fun!” Dick responded with enough enthusiasm to ignore Damian’s sarcasm.
Fun. Ugh. Just thinking of the word made Damian cringe.
“Father wouldn’t allow this.” Damian huffed.
“You’re right, and that’s what makes it fun.” Dick reasoned.
“So if he told you not to jump off the Gotham Bridge, you’d consider that ‘Fun?’”
“Oh look we’re here!” Dick hurried up the driveway to Roy Harper’s new home in Arizona.
“I still don’t understand what this… thing you’ve made me dress as is supposed to be.” Damian gestured to the costume Dick had made them wear. The two of them dressed like a pair of gangster mooks straight out of an old mob movie. Dick had somehow managed to convince Damian to put make-up on his face to resemble dirt, like he really was some street urchin hoping to make a name for himself with the local mobsters.
“You’re a goomba! You know, a scrapper, a tough guy from the wrong side of the tracks.” Dick enthused.
“I look like I stepped out of a high school musical.” Damian complained.
“It’s funny you should mention that because I almost considered having us dress up like the characters from ‘Cats.’” Dick capped off as he rang the bell to Roy’s house.
“Well if we have to do this why do you insist on dragging along your barrage of childhood sycophants?” Damian asked for the umpteenth time.
“Because we haven’t had a chance to hang together outside of official Titans business for a while.” Dick explained before knocking on the front door. “Yo, Roy! You home?”
“Is this another Jehovah’s Witness thing?” A voice from behind the door called out.
“No, it’s your best friend!” Dick answered.
“Which is exactly what a Jehovah’s Witness would say.” The voice replied before finally opening the door.
“Wingster!”
“Speedo!”
The two childhood buddies hugged as Damian quickly walked past them in an effort to ignore the sickening display of sentimentality.
“Harper.” Damian sniffed.
“Damien.” Roy nodded as he shut the door after Dick. Damian turned to face Roy.
“You don’t appear as strung out as I was expecting, that must’ve taken a lot of effort to accomplish.” Damian snidely remarked.
“Oh yeah, I crashed hours ago.” Roy joked in response, no longer registering Damian’s haughty sense of humor. “Besides, Lian hid my stash.”
“Again?” Dick got in on the joke. “And speaking of which, where is one of my favorite nieces?”
“Oh she’s putting the finishing touches on her costume, lemme see if she’s ready.” At which point Roy started screaming at the staircase “YO LIAN!”
“WHAT?!” A voice called from the second floor.
“DICK’S HERE SO MOVE IT!” Roy hollered back at his daughter while trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he was being with his daughter right now.
“BITE ME, OLD MAN, I’M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN!” Was the response Lian gave to her father.
“Is his house always this eloquent?” Damian dryly asked while Dick and Roy laughed.
“We’re still meeting Wally, Gillhead, and Wonder Babe right?” Roy inquired.
“Wally said he’d be meeting us with Linda and the twins, and Donna would be bringing Robbie and Jennifer with her to meet Garth, Dolphin, and Cerdian.” Dick explained.
“Excellente.”
“Yes, that was my sentiment exactly.” Damian rolled his eyes. It was then Dick and Damian got a good look at his costume.
“So, um, your costume, it’s…” Dick trailed off, realizing Roy was wearing what appeared to be white, full body underwear with a red cape, a blue mask, and a drawing of a crossbones on the chest.
“You are wearing underwear beneath that thing, right?” Damian asked.
“As best to my knowledge.” Roy shrugged. “Wait’ll you see Lian’s.”
“Kay daddy I’m all done!” Lian skipped down the stairs and jumped into her dad’s arms. “How do I look?”
“Terrifying.” Roy assured.
“Lian!” Dick was pleased to see his surrogate niece and goddaughter.
“Uncle Dick! Damian!” Lian ran and gave each of them a hug, much to Damian’s horror. “I love your costumes!”
“And yours is…” Damian stopped and realized Lian was dressed in a black skeleton costume, complete with a skull mask covering her entire head. “Huh, I never expected you of all people to go for legitimately trying to scare someone.”
“That’s about as close as he can get to complimenting someone, so you should be flattered.” Dick “whispered” to Lian.
“You don’t have problem seeing through that mask, right hon?” Roy asked.
“It’s all good, dad.” Lian gave her a father a thumbs-up.
“So what are you two supposed to be?” Dick asked. “Crossbones and Skull Girl?”
“No silly, I’m Nightmare,” Lian pointed a bony finger to herself before gesturing to her dad, “and he’s Sleepy.”
“Who?” Damian was confused.
“They’re an old crimefighting duo Lian read about while she was working on a project for school.” Roy explained. “I’m the sidekick-“
“And I’m the hero!” Lian finished. ”I figured since Daddy has sidekick experience he’d be more comfortable as Sleepy.”
“And Lian can be a genuine nightmare sometimes so she fits the role perfectly.” Roy added.
“Aww, you know me so well, daddy.” Lian beamed.
“Oh, so you’re a knock off of Batman and Robin, I see.” Damian noted.
“Well technically, these guys are from the 1940s, so maybe Batman and Robin are a knock off of us.” Lian laughed.
“Ooh, you hear that Damian, you’re a knock off of Roy.” Dick laughed as Damian’s face turned red.
“W-well so are you!” Damian huffed at Dick.
“Oh he got used to that years ago.” Roy patted Dick’s shoulder.
“It’s true, I just had to get used to it.” Dick sighed.
“Well come on, Sleepy, there’s crime and candy a-foot!” Lian grabbed her dad’s hand and pulled him out the door.
“Sir, yes sir!” Roy saluted as he followed after his progeny.
“Ugh, I can’t believe he lets her drag him around like HE’s the sidekick.” Damian shook his head.
“Hey now, you know, if it came down to it I would be honored to be your sidekick.” Dick patted Damian’s head.
“Oh?” Damian asked, secretly flattered but not wanting to give his brother the satisfaction. “When exactly did you stop?”
Titans: Of Nightmares and Mooks
Disclaimer: Characters owned by DC Comics.

A birthday gift I wrote for my friend LevyRasputin featuring Dick, Damian, Roy and Lian, plus a nod to two Golden Age characters who belong to the public domain.
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i didn't know what i was doing in elementary school
and i made everyone hate me

i didn't know what i was doing in middle school
and i was assaulted on the school bus

i didn't know what i was doing in high school
and i was molested in art class

i didn't know what i was doing in college
and i couldn't stop my family from falling apart

i didn't know what i was doing after college
and i couldn't help my friends as they died

i don't know what i'm doing
someone please make me stop
i don't know what i'm doing
please, I want to make this stop
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The itsy bitsy spider
spun a pretty web.

The itsy bitsy spider
lived above her bed.

The teeny tiny baby
lay inside her crib.

The teeny tiny baby
drooled onto her bib.

The baby saw the spider
high above her head.

The baby saw the spider
this is what she said.

"Why do you have so many eyes?"
"So I can watch you as you sleep."

"Why do you have so many legs?"
"So I can run and jump and leap."

"Why do you have such scary teeth?"
"To eat the things that crawl and creep."

"Why do you look at me that way?"
The spider didn't make a peep.

The baby's loving momma
came in to say good night.

The baby's loving momma
was in for a big fright.

The baby's loving momma
thought it was a bad dream.

The baby's loving momma
opened her mouth and screamed.

The not so itsy bitsy spider
crawled out of the baby's bed.

For the not so itsy bitsy spider
had eaten the baby's head.
there is a man who smiles at me
he lives inside my room
i don't know where he came from
i don't know what he wants
but every night he smiles at me
and i have never been so scared
he sits there every night in a chair in my room
i am afraid to touch the chair
because i don't know what he'll do
if he doesn't have a chair to sit in
i don't know what he'll do if he stand up
i don't know what he wears
but i see how tall he is
and if he ever stood up i am sure he would be gigantic
his hair is like straw
it is wild
it is messy
but it doesn't hide his face
i don't know what color his skin iis
but his eyes are black
his eyes are so black
i don't even know if he has eyes
or if the holes in his head are empty
but the worst thing is his smile
i always see it clearly
such a horrible smile
his cheeks stretched so tight
so tight they seem bigger than his face
how can he have so much skin
how can his face be pulled back so tight
doesn't it hurt
or does it he enjoy it
is that why he smiles
and his teeth
sometimes i see his teeth
there is something between them
even though he never moves
even though he never breathes
there is something in his teeth
i have no doubt he's eating
i don't want to know what he's eating
i don't know why he's here
i don't know why he smiles
the first night i saw him i thought i was dreaming
i thought i was having a nightmare
i pray sometimes i'm still asleep and i will wake up
but i never do
he was gone in the morning
he's always gone in the morning
no one ever hears him leave
maybe he hides somewhere in the house
but every night he's in my room
the second time i saw him i cried for help
my parents came
they turned on the light
and he was gone
they called the police
the police found no one
they searched the house
they searched the backyard
but found no one
and still when the lights went off
he was there
he was still smiling
the third time i saw him i asked who he was
i asked why he was here
i asked what he wanted
i asked him to leave
and he kept smiling
the fourth time i saw him i said nothing
i pretended he wasn't there
but still i was afraid to sleep
because i didn't know what he would do to me if i slept
i didn't know what he wanted
and i grew more afraid
because i didn't want to know
i have lost count of how many times i've seen him
he is always there
i've tried to sleep with the lights on
but whenever i close my eyes
just for a second
i see him
as my eyelids start to close
and still he is smiling
and my eyes open again
for i know he's there even in light
he's always there
he will never leave
i thought to myself it is good that he smiles
because he hasn't done anything to me while he smiles
he's always smiling
i hope he always smiles
i hope his teeth stay the way they are
i hope his skin stays pulled back so tightly
i hope his eyes remain black
i hope he always remains seated
and i hope he never speaks to me
because it means he won't do anything
and i am safe
and now i think it has been hundreds of time since i have seen him
he has become a part of my life
i am so tired
i want to sleep
even with the man in my room
i close my eyes
i drift off
just this once
for i know he won't do anything
just tonight
but then tonight i wonder
as i drift off to sleep
why isn't he
there is a man who smiles at me
A thought I had, as I imagined a ghastly looking man smiling at me in the dark. Head framed in shadow, skin pulled back and horrible cheeks and black eyes and things in his tightly clamped teeth.
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I am a ghost, and I haunt this house.
I sit in this chair, in this house I hate, full of people I hate, but I am someone who does not exist in the real world.
I write these self-absorbed masochistic words on my despair and depression as part of my ongoing attempt to suck my own dick.
I am a blight on this world.
I am a ghost because nothing I do matters, nothing I do is for the betterment of those around me, nothing I do has a happy conclusion.
Every moment I exist in this state I radiate with negativity and hatred for myself and what I am and what has been done to me.
I am a ghost because I exist to make everyone around me as miserable as I am. I do not exist to do better, but to worsen. I disrupt the lives of those around me and leave them looking back on those moments they can never reclaim and wonder “Why me?”
“What did I do to deserve being haunted like this?”
I haunt this house, moving from room to room, making a mess and slamming doors, screaming, crying, befouling everything I touch. I leave others to clean up after me without giving a reason why I’ve done what I’ve done because I do not exist. I am not real. I am not living.
I float through every day doing nothing of value or merit, seeing others pass before me who matter and who make the world a better place. All I do is get angrier and angrier thinking of what was done to me in the past. I float through every day spreading that anger and sadness and infecting people with it.
I am not real because I live in the past.
I am nothing but a thing reliving old regrets and anxieties.
I do not live because I only want to change the past.
I only want to take my sadness and anger and unleash it back at a time when it would’ve made a difference.
But that can never happen, yet I don’t care.
I choose to be a ghost, because all I wish is to destroy those around me.
I choose to be a ghost whose job is to haunt and harass until they finally die and are free.
But I can never be free.
I have no strengths.
I have nowhere to go.
I can’t even go to hell.
Could it be any different than where I am now?
I Am A Ghost
My attempt to put into words how utterly miserable I've felt the last few weeks, looking back on my behavior and the responses I've gotten from people who've seen my tweets and posts.
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Jude
United States
Current Residence: Bronx, NY
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Anime Soundtracks
Favourite style of art: Photorealism, Animation
Favourite cartoon character: Utena, Lightning Lad, Harley Quinn, Oyuki, Priss Asagiri, Batman, Daria, Duela Dent, Sailor Jupiter
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Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long but at least I'm trying to add stuff to the gallery.

This last year's been extremely hectic for me. My mother moved back so I've had to deal with arguments between her and my sibling far too much, and I'm worried I'm backsliding in my therapy sessions with Dr. Johnson. I'm hoping there won't be any problems with my birthday this year.

I'm turning 27 in a couple of weeks, and if anyone wants to draw me something or get me art or anything I made up a couple of wishlists for my b-day.

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

I also recently set up a ko-fi account. I didn't intend to use it so I could get tips or anything. I joined the site to donate to others and when I tried to create my profile, the account just opened.

ko-fi.com/A2664URX

So if anyone wants to tip me for my writing that'd be cool.

I haven't said what I'd like for Christmas though if anyone's wondering.

I have to get on track with doing some writing as Christmas gifts for my friends now. I still haven't even finished decorating the tree.

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Shadowstalker55 Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2018
Thanks for the fave on Strange Matter! :)
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JudeDeluca Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2018
I'm doing a review of The Midnight Game for a website called Point Horror.
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L1701E Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2017
Happy Birthday! And Merry Christmas!
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AdrenalineRush1996 Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2017
Happy birthday.
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Andruril93 Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:, dude. :highfive:
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Jeirin Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  Professional General Artist
Thank you for all the favs!!
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L1701E Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2016
Happy Birthday! And Merry Christmas!
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TheoDJ Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2016
Thanks for watching!
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Xenobody Featured By Owner May 2, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Strange, how have I not been watching your gallery? I apologize for the oversight. Also, I hope matters have improved for you. It seems like things have been tough lately (to put it mildly). 
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Nezotholem Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2016   Traditional Artist
Hi Jude

Thanks for the watch :) :) :)

Have a lovely day
Best,
Romain
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