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Her Smile

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Her Smile

Her smile makes me feel warm Makes me feel safe It makes me feel like there's no need for hate And she smiles the kind of smile that lights up a room That kind of smile where her eyes smile too It's that sort of smile I can't look away from With beautiful eyes that pin down and hold me The type of smile where I forget to breathe In that moment where time crawls and the rain falls down slowly Her smile makes me feel calm Her smile shows me all that's good in her and with the world And I find comfort in that

...Her name here...

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...Her name here...

I can't pull myself free from this attraction I have. It digs deeper and deeper the more I ignore it. It hurts me to feel this way  but I can't push past it. The thought of you pulls me down  and feeds my worthlessness. I'm tired of caring when you don't feel the same way. There's no point in thinking that you'll have feelings for me. I just want you to see me  the same way I see you. Tell me what I have to do  to show you I am here.

Nephilim

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Nephilim

It’s seven AM. I can tell by the incessant beeping of my alarm clock. I'm going to be late for work again, like they even care. Hell, like I even care. I used to have that thing set for an hour earlier, but then I'd just snooze-button my way to seven, so why not cut to the chase, right? God I hate my life. Well, if there even is a God, then I hate him for my crappy life. I get up and go to the bathroom as I usually do. Everyday. Get up, go to the bathroom, get out, get dressed, go back in, and freshen up. As I wash my face and stare in the mirror, I give myself my daily pep talk to start the day: “This robot is obsolete. When does

Hello.

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Hello.

You're sitting there by yourself And I think of all the ways I tried to meet you Standing alone amongst the tide of people I remember all the times I couldn't reach you Together in the same crowded room Surrounded by bodies we'll never call home I think of the one thing I could never teach you That I am here I feel ashamed and want to hold you in my hands If only for a moment I want to show you that I am a man But as the opportunity approaches Vice sets in and I stand still like a stone Like a slave too scared to defy his dead master's command I watch you walk by agripped by my fear

I remember You , My Friend

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I remember You , My Friend

You're always there when I'm feeling down Always there when I start to drown You're there to catch me when I fall There to hold me through it all You keep me company when I'm alone Keep me close when I'm far from home You have my back when I'm feeling blue You are my lonliness and I hate you

You No Longer Smile For Me

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You No Longer Smile For Me

I find myself standing here The credits have gone the lights have turned on but leaving is something I fear I try to remember the best parts The funny and warm scenes That lit up the screen Those things I'll keep close to my heart The usher has come now And he's waiting for me He wants me to leave But I can't now because I'm so down 'Sir, did you enjoy your movie?" "Oh yes, I thought it was great" "But what did you hate?" ... "She no longer smiles for me"

Surviving the Horror, Part 15

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Surviving the Horror, Part 15

Page 15 Panel 1: Inside/Evening. Inside room 128. MALCOLM and VALENZUELA are in the shot. VALENZUELA has various 'magic stuff' sitting in a small pile on the bed (candles, tiny censers, etc.). MALCOLM looks like he's getting ready; he has a bandolier in his hand and a small box of bullets. MALCOLM: Let's take inventory, quick. VALENZUELA: Is there any other way? Panel 2: Colored background. Picture of a shotgun, two handguns, a rifle, one box of shotgun shells, ten shotgun slugs, a small pile of pistol rounds, and nine silver bullets. MALCOLM (CAP): Ok… 1 shotgun, two pistols, and a rifle… VALENZUELA (CAP): …18 shells, 10 slugs, 26

Surviving the Horror, Part 14

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Surviving the Horror, Part 14

Page 14 Panel 1: Inside/Evening. High angle shot from the inside of a hotel room window, looking down into the courtyard. We can see zombies pulling themselves out of the ground. OP (MALCOLM): Looks like we have half-deads. Panel 2: Outside/Evening. Low angle shot from the courtyard looking up to the hotel room window. We're looking at MALCOLM who is looking down. Behind him is a profile shot of VALENZUELA. MALCOLM has a stone cold look on his face. We should be able to see a little of the building surrounding the window. MALCOLM: Think this has anything to do with the power going out? VALENZUELA: I think the lightning and these thing

Surviving the Horror, Page 13

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Surviving the Horror, Page 13

Page 13 Panel 1: Inside/Evening. Medium shot of ROSEMARY, BILL, and VALERIE walking down the stairs from the restaurant to the lobby service counter. Again, most of our light is coming from Bill's lighter. ROSEMARY: Elmer'll know if the fuses were blown. ROSEMARY: Elmer! Panel 2: Medium shot of the service counter. ROSEMARY is making her way to the office door behind the service counter. BILL and VALERIE are also in the panel. ROSEMARY: Elmer? MUM (ROSEMARY): Maybe he's already checking them? BILL: Not here, is he? That's surprising. VALERIE: Shush! BILL: What? He's oh for two. Panel 3: Medium shot of ROSEMARY from the back.

Surviving the Horror, Page 12

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Surviving the Horror, Page 12

Page 12 (3 panels) Panel 1: Indoors/Evening. Medium shot of VALERIE, BILL, and ROSEMARY. They are still in the restaurant and have all stood up from where they were sitting at the 2-seater. ROSEMARY and BILL are looking up at the ceiling. VALERIE is also in the panel. ROSEMARY: I think that hit us! BILL: Well, if you're lucky, then it only tripped the breakers. I doubt it, though. Panel 2: Similar to panel one. ROSEMARY is starting to walk off panel to the right. ROSEMARY: I think I'm going to ask Elmer to look into that. BILL: Right. We're coming with you, then; I don't want to leave Val alone by herself. Panel 3: Outside/Evening.
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Her Smile

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Her Smile

Her smile makes me feel warm Makes me feel safe It makes me feel like there's no need for hate And she smiles the kind of smile that lights up a room That kind of smile where her eyes smile too It's that sort of smile I can't look away from With beautiful eyes that pin down and hold me The type of smile where I forget to breathe In that moment where time crawls and the rain falls down slowly Her smile makes me feel calm Her smile shows me all that's good in her and with the world And I find comfort in that

Nephilim

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Nephilim

It’s seven AM. I can tell by the incessant beeping of my alarm clock. I'm going to be late for work again, like they even care. Hell, like I even care. I used to have that thing set for an hour earlier, but then I'd just snooze-button my way to seven, so why not cut to the chase, right? God I hate my life. Well, if there even is a God, then I hate him for my crappy life. I get up and go to the bathroom as I usually do. Everyday. Get up, go to the bathroom, get out, get dressed, go back in, and freshen up. As I wash my face and stare in the mirror, I give myself my daily pep talk to start the day: “This robot is obsolete. When does

Hello.

H

Hello.

You're sitting there by yourself And I think of all the ways I tried to meet you Standing alone amongst the tide of people I remember all the times I couldn't reach you Together in the same crowded room Surrounded by bodies we'll never call home I think of the one thing I could never teach you That I am here I feel ashamed and want to hold you in my hands If only for a moment I want to show you that I am a man But as the opportunity approaches Vice sets in and I stand still like a stone Like a slave too scared to defy his dead master's command I watch you walk by agripped by my fear

I remember You , My Friend

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I remember You , My Friend

You're always there when I'm feeling down Always there when I start to drown You're there to catch me when I fall There to hold me through it all You keep me company when I'm alone Keep me close when I'm far from home You have my back when I'm feeling blue You are my lonliness and I hate you

You No Longer Smile For Me

Y

You No Longer Smile For Me

I find myself standing here The credits have gone the lights have turned on but leaving is something I fear I try to remember the best parts The funny and warm scenes That lit up the screen Those things I'll keep close to my heart The usher has come now And he's waiting for me He wants me to leave But I can't now because I'm so down 'Sir, did you enjoy your movie?" "Oh yes, I thought it was great" "But what did you hate?" ... "She no longer smiles for me"

Another Dollar I'll Owe

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Another Dollar I'll Owe

This greedy, green demon This lust without reason This religion of More Is another dollar I'll owe To someone or something To me it's worth nothing But still a burden I tow To another dollar I'll owe And I can't fucking stand it That this whole nagging planet Measures life to this ore That's another dollar I'll owe
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My Bio
Current Residence: Whittier, CA
Favourite genre of music: rock/punk; emo; electronica
Favourite style of art: Anime
Operating System: Win 7
MP3 player of choice: Zune
Favourite cartoon character: Charlie Brown, Rock Lee, Superman
Personal Quote: Verify your life.

Favourite Visual Artist
Keith Parkinson (R.I.P.), Alex Ross, Urushihara Satoshi, CLAMP, ...
Favourite Movies
Legend, Zorro the Gay Blade, Hook, The Shadow, The Phantom, About a Boy, Millenium Actress, ...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bad Religion, Weezer, Incubus, Joy Division/New Order
Favourite Writers
Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, J.K. Rowling
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy IV, Koudelka, Shadow of Destiny, ICO (!)
Favourite Gaming Platform
360
Tools of the Trade
Flahlight, Pen, Dancer Board
Other Interests
RPGs, Video Games, Harry Potter, Robert Langdon

Need Inspiration, Apply within.

Need Inspiration, Apply within.

Yes, I'm fucking needy. I'll admit it. Work's been a drag, which feeds my overbearing Apathy. Hell, I'd settle for heartbreak at this point; it makes me more productive than I am now. I want to talk to someone creative. Maybe that should say with and not to... Plans to work on projects with friends have fallen through and I've started having ideas for projects I've all but given up on. You see, as creative as my friends and I are, we don't converse about it. I think we're all collectively afraid that we'll rip off each other. That, or we secretly think that each of us is an idiotic sinkhole.

Out out, Damn Rut!

Out out, Damn Rut!

Still stuck...

What's the hold up?

What's the hold up?

Hmmm... New place to live? Check. New car? Check. Insurance for said car? Check. Everything okay at work? Check - well, no, but I'll check it anyway. New Computer? Check! Reading More books? Check. Financially stable? No, but when has that ever been a problem? So now the question looming overhead is Why am I not writing? ... ... ... ... Dunno. I'm not really depressed, so poetry's out. I've transferred all my other things over from my old computer, so I can start rereading them and get back on track, but I haven't done it yet; I'm just fuggen lazy, I guess.

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