I am sometimes lazy,
My mother will not grasp.
But truth be told,
I was raised humble.
Raised with love,
And not hate. Never hate.
I am sympathetic, although,
At times, apathetic.
Of that, it is true,
I am guilty.
The truth is,
I walk a line.
Protected by my skin,
But endangered by my,
Gender and sexuality.
Truly, I wish, to be,
Part of the solution,
Terrified by the burden,
If I am lucky.
I will say the words,
That need to be said,
At the time they should be said.
And the words must be truth.
So often dismissed,
And yes, in truth,
Everyone has their own truth,
But we deny even that.
Within our own minds.
And with that,
The words of a man,
Ring in my head.
That, "if you are not true,
To your own morals,
You will always feel pain."
That is my truth,
The truth I choose.
So I will speak u
I cannot understand why you are so mean and cruel with me. You’ve haunted me for so many nights and I always welcomed you like a good friend.
Then you became unfair and unkind to me, showing more and more anger – almost hatred toward me. Why? What have I done to deserve your hatred?
To read the rest, please click on the link. It is very short.
The day death lost-What if I never return?
She asked with a smile before leaving for the checkup.
He had no answer to this question.
That question made him puzzled. Because he could never think of his life without her.
But how can he win a battle against cancer? She only had an year to live...
He can never afford to lose her...
So, he made a plan...
Even after 30 years... she's still sitting in front of him.. smiling...
Only one thing was weird... they never talked again after that last question...
Because the day she returned, His sharpened knife did not wait to take her life...
He did everything to preserve her body... Thats why after all those years,
her smile did not change a bit.
He killed her so that nobody else can ever take her away from him...
Not even cancer
Nature's ArcNature's Arc
A knock that whispers upon your walls
A cricket's song that sings
Nature's passion has come to call
Two birds that stretch their wings
The moon, upon the mists in rise
Starlight streams within
Passion to heart, increases size
Love in all therein
The hart thirsts, by the river's edge
Deep within the blue
Walking predator's weal to wedge
Profound and peaceful's hue
The wolves that howl into the night
A growl escapes the trees
Feline foci flutter their light
The pack and glaring light the seas
A rabbit reveals haven's hole
A beaver builds the dam
The mind a maze within the whole
Of cranial curious demand
Into the shadows of the trees
The wind begins its song
The rustle ripens by the leaves
The hush that fades the long
In time to melodies of paradigm
Wilting weal and will that fall
Laws prevail against the crime
That truth contests recall
Tunes and Lune, that will their shine
Softly pure yet stark
Echo nature's purest divine
The universe, in its arc
Overlook(ed)A lot of people seemed to think that when you hacked a security camera, it sparked, or shuddered, or suddenly lost motor control and just stared at the ground. Reality was a lot more mundane: the cameras behaved exactly like they always did, just without transmitting anything. The information flow was intercepted and overlaid with a loop of stock video made to look like the camera’s normal feed; ideally, at the other end of the line, whoever or whatever was watching would never notice the tampering. In and out, let no one know – that was Tayl’s modus operandi, even when he wasn’t on the job. The cameras continued their silent watch, and he crept past unseen.
“I’m not sure why I keep coming back here… what I’m trying to prove, or what questions I’m trying to answer. I guess it’s just easier to think up here, even if the smog makes it hard to breathe. It’s like a map, kinda, like something you’d see on the web, just
Double Deceit 28. Tricks without treats
The brisk, nocturnal south wind carried the scents of lake water and refinery smoke and Ilessa glittered beneath a cold, gunmetal sky like a cloudy gem only halfway caught by a jeweler's lamp. Oil furnaces were faint smudges of red and orange nestled among the shadows, boat lanterns were glittering in the bay, the lighthouse on the pier was flashing its slow beat and the view from the window of Armond Gilatrian's third-story bedroom captured it all nicely. Amar took a moment to properly appreciate the tableau before he turned towards the king-sized bed and woke the soundly sleeping Gilatrian with a slap to the face. The heavyset Ilessan reacted with a moan. His exclamation was muffled as Amar slapped one hand over his mouth and hauled him to a sitting position with the other.
"Hush," he whispered as he adjusted the aperture of his dark-lantern to throw a thin beam directly on the bleary-eyed fellow, watching his eyes widen in trepidation and then blink rapidly, as if trying to evict th
The Three Gardens - Short StoryOnce there was a lovely green meadow, and it lay beneath a beautiful summer sky. Wildflowers grew in abundance, and speckled the countryside with many wonderful colors. Here, not too far apart from one another, were three cottages - each with their own lovely fenced in garden, all of which were upkept by the corresponding cottage resident.
The people who lived in these cottages were three retired elderly gentleman; Albert, Bill, and Wilbur. The men loved it in the meadow very much, and took great pleasure in tending to their own unique gardens. One day however, a fourth, somewhat unhappy man, came to rent a cabin in a nearby forest on vacation, and every day he would pass through the meadow and by the other gentlemen's cottages on his afternoon walk - just around the time that they were tending to their gardens.
Now, if there was one thing the unhappy man despised, it was to see anything being done wrong, and it was on his very first walk that he was passing outside of Albert's fence a
ToleranceI don't like Christianity,
their uncaring God upsets me.
I don't like homosexual relationships,
it is a choice made, and they can easily dispose of it.
I don't like feminist,
they live to treat men like bullshit.
I don't like school,
its boring and uncool.
I don't like religious persons,
I think those who're non-religious annoy them.
I don't like Atheist,
they're jerks, and love to make fun of us.
I don't like Islam,
it only succeeds in dropping bombs.
I don't like certain races,
they throw their struggles in our faces.
I don't like certain genders,
they use their sex to wrap others around their fingers.
I don't like many things,
namely those that go against my beliefs.
But despite my dislike,
I know not to fight.
I know not to hate,
scorn, or show my distaste.
As a human being, I'll tolerate,
because my negativity will contribute to hate.
So my endless dislike,
I will keep locked inside.
Yes, I'm GayYes, I'm most defiantly gay,
but that doesn't mean I'd throw my Bible away.
Yes, I'm certainly sure I'm a lesbian,
but don't think I’ll ever stop loving Him.
Yes, I'm pretty sure I’m bisexual,
but that doesn't mean I’ll stop praying through Gabriel and Raphael.
Of course I’m a feminist of epic proportions,
but that doesn't mean I'll ever support abortion.
Yeah, I haven't been to church in ages,
but that doesn't mean I’ll never flip my Bible pages.
Yes, I know my sexuality is a sin,
but that doesn't mean I don't belong to the Kingdom of Heaven.
I'm aware that you may not like my gay lifestyle,
but beneath that, I’m a child of God, and that makes Him smile.
Of course I'm aware that I'm a colossal slut,
but if you say I’m not God's daughter,you can kiss my butt.
Yeah, I know that I have a terrible drinking problem and I’m stuck on drugs,
but that doesn't mean I'm not God's son.
Yes, I know that I've hurt and nearly killed,
DeathMareWhen I die,
still the birds will sing and fly
When I die
few will mourn me, few will cry
When I die,
still will rain, still will dry
When I die;
tell me when, I know why.
When and if I ever die,
you'll see my star up to the sky
When and if I ever die,
gods will mourn me, they will cry
When and if I ever die,
the earth will shake, seas will dry
When and if I ever die...
I am immortal, I can't die!!!
We are never talk so well,
things to say we cannot tell.
Words from small to bigger man,
learn to live, while living can.
Face with eyes and mouth don’t move,
nothing saying, does not prove.
If you hearing through the fuzz,
learn to be, while being does.
Where beyond the quiet place,
search to see the change of face,
use your time left just to see,
be a living, live to free.
leaving now, but hear before,
easy caring, to ignore.
Do not to hear these words ban,
learn to love, while loving can.
TGMD: Dawson's Perspective - Fan Fiction 2He had tried to grab my left sleeve to prevent me, but Basil had been just a few seconds too slow. In all our time as friends, I have found that it is only in circumstances such as these that his otherwise steel trap of a mind becomes a bit muddled. I took my coat and hat in hand and turned to face him, briefly, only to see that he was looking back at me with a look of such helplessness in his eyes, that the sympathetic look I gave him in return was quite involuntarily displayed. Had I been leaving him with a gang of murderous thugs, instead of the genteel lady sitting in the seat across from him, I doubt the look on his face could've been any more desperate.
But what would he have had me do? She had requested to see Basil. Alone. On a matter of obvious, unofficial importance. No doubt he knew as well as I what it was, perhaps even better than I, and as much as he wished me to stay; I simply couldn't refuse the lady's request. I turned and exited the flat, closing the door behind me to
TGMD: Professions and Confessions - Fan Fiction 1Basil of Baker Street paced the living room floor restlessly. It had been six days, thirteen hours, and thirty-five minutes since his last case, and he was feeling just a little—
"Positively, undeniably, and excruciatingly bored!" Basil grumped aloud, startling his good friend Dr. Dawson, who had been quietly reading the morning paper in one of the two armchairs by the fireplace.
"It's absurd!" Basil continued, unhappily. "It's completely and utterly unbearable, that's what is!" He trudged his way up to the fireplace. "All of London surrounds me, and yet not one, not one potential client has so much as sent an inquiry for my services! Dawson, if I don't have something to occupy my mind soon, I shall go mad!"
Basil erected a fist into the air for emphasis. "Mad I tell you!"
The retired army surgeon lowered his newspaper and glanced over the rims of his reading glasses at his younger, far more dramatically inclined friend, and smiled warmly.
"Oh Basil, come come now,"
Friday Night, Deadly Night. Chapter 5Sherry slowly opened her eyes. With the awakening came also headache. Her vision was still blurry and thoughts were mixed in one big mish-mash. She barely could remember what happened. The young woman let out a silent, painful moan and tried to rise a bit so she could lean on her elbows. As her vision became more or less clear, Sherry realized that she was lying on some old, nearly broken bed in a totally unfamiliar place. It looked like an old cabin that hasn’t been cleaned for years. There were three more beds in it with a nightstand at each of them. So much Sherry could see, as it was dark outside and she still felt like drunk.
“Oh my god… what… where am I?” she whispered to herself. “What happened? How did I even get here?”
Sherry slowly sat on the bed and rubbed her temple. She still wasn’t entirely sure whether it was a dream or reality. Then she pinched the skin on her left arm to make sure she wasn’t sleeping. No. She was ab
Friday Night, Deadly Night. Chapter 4As soon as silence engulfed the camp, Jason slowly approached the pit where the girl was thrown into. It was not very deep, but still it took some time to get out of it. It made no problem to Jason though, as he has dug such pits many times, even deeper than this one. These pits served as a good trap for victims and getting rid of the bodies. He stood at the edge of the pit and watched. The girl didn’t move. Jason was really confused. Was she really dead? He remembered the bad boys and girls talking about coming back to the camp in three weeks, but why did they drop this girl here? More than that, why did they kill her? So many questions ran through Jason’s head, but he couldn’t find an answer to any of them.
One of them got its answer soon though, as a sound of a faint moan reached Jason’s ears. The girl started to show signs of life. So she wasn’t dead after all and that was already a plus. Jason realized that they have knocked her out and brought here t
Uncovered (Book One in the Last Resort Series)
They lived in a time, where technology was used in everyday life when people could fly, and heroes were born. Then one group’s actions took this world from them.
The heroes hid to live again. People were split from their families. The land was fought over. Cities became ruins of the remind that the world was once peaceful.
A new age has begun. The world they knew is now unrecognizable. The ones they adored are left in the past. But the past, won't stay where it belongs.
PART ONE The Change
Sirens echoed through the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase towards the glass doors. The doors slid open as Eli rushed towards them. He had to reach the bottom floor in time. He was the last one.
Eli clenched his fingers around a small transparent screen in the palm of his hand. A message was opened on the screen. Eli had no time to close the message. He hear
SinematicGloomy, dark weather is what stories and movies portray when a character is upset. It helps give the vibe of guilt and remorse; it goes in sync with the character's mood.
But that wasn't the case this time. The sky was a beautiful sapphire and large expanses of fluffy white clouds floated lazily in the endless blue.
No gray storm clouds, no rain.
The sun was just peeking up from behind an ivory puff, sending rays of golden warmth below it.
No cold, no bitterness.
This day was supposed to be lovely and good, full of bright smiles and echoing laughter.
But instead a single girl lay curled in a fetal position on her bed, her doe-brown eyes becoming blurry with tears as her phone screen displayed messages from her lover.
"I just don't love you like I used to... I'm sorry".
Her fingers began to type a message but her cheeks became wet and she dropped the phone on her pillow, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes to try and halt the flow of tears. Her chest gave a light s
of a boy and a girlshall i tell you a story?
it's short and (not) not sweet, and it goes like this:
there's a girl. (and she's strong and smart and sweet and everything a girl can be, and she sees the world in a rainbow spectrum of happiness.)
and there's a boy. (and he's small and weak and tired from seventeen long years of life.)
and the boy likes the girl (and the girl likes the boy.)
but because the boy knows that the girl doesn't like him back (though she does, she adores him because he's small and cute and weak in a brave, always-keep-trying-to-beat-the-odds sort of way, and because he's tired from seventeen years of getting knocked down but always standing back up, for himself and for the people who've lost their voices.)
so the girl waits for the boy to fall into her arms, because she's so popular and talented now that no boy can resist her...
...and the boy waits for the girl to find another guy (a mr. perfect with golden hair and blue eyes and a
Wrath Rought DraftTo be honest, my alter-ego would be focused on revenge and wanton cruelty. In real life, I am nice and kind to the point of self-sacrifice, but on numerous occasions (more than I care to say) I have been tempted with the possibility of discarding those traits and succumbing to the dark side, so to speak. It would be so easy to do so, especially with the behavior that passes for "cool" now... being loud, abrasive, and always ready with a put-down makes one a badass worthy of respect. It is often said that nice guys finish last: keeping this in mind, what if I were to give in to the base instincts of my alter-ego?
Going with honesty, the first response would be a sense of euphoria bordering on orgasmic. With the limits imposed by strict parents and a conscience, it would be exhilirating to break free of those arbitrary bonds and let my id run wild. Not always having to be such a nice guy would leave me free to take revenge against people who have wronged me with slights great and
dizzy pt. 2As I took a drag from the cigarette between my fingers, I looked around the dimly lit room. Her paintings were strewn across the walls of the apartment and the walls of my brain -- intoxicating, as always, depictions of broken hearts and broken lives, but always alive with a beauty I still couldn't grasp. How did such things come from her? She spent hours upon hours creating these pictures, these parts of her that I didn't recognize, that only came to light when she touched the canvas, her fingers and brush breathing a life into it that couldn't possibly be hers -- her life was with me. I saw her everyday. I slept in the same room with her (though only in the same bed when she was plagued by the heartbreak from which I constantly attempted to save her). Every day, I watched her leave for the job that she hated and then poured her a drink when she came home, tossing her bag to the floor with an exasperated sigh, spouting the same complaints she'd had about her position for the past two
Point commissionsHello! I was thinking of doing some point commissions for you guys! If you want one comment here or note me and go to this link http://tsukroffhan.deviantart.com/?givepoints
DA Muro: 1 point
Example: http://dramaticrabbit.deviantart.com/art/A-Song-I-d-Like-To-Sing-Hatsune-Miku-353543624 (thumbnail wouldn't work...)
Photography: 3 points
Hand drawn (traditional): 5 points
If you want more than one (like Photography and Hand drawn), the prices will add up (ex: 3 points + 5 points = 8 points total)
If you want me to add more categories, comment below or note me! Thanks, Hannah
Auditions for Written OCTGROUP: http://writtenoct-hh.deviantart.com/
I am hosting a written OCT - and for more information on OCT's click here -
The OCT will take place in a Haunted House
Auditions are now in play. Please write up a reference sheet for your character (include name, age, sex, height, weight, and anything else to help the other participators portray your character correctly) and a story of how your character came to the OCT (no fighting, just how the character came to be in the OCT)
Deadline: 2/14/13 (Valentines Day)
If you have any questions, ask
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Nonet Three AwakeningAwakening
As I look around I start to see.
No one is who they claim to be.
Fake expressions, forced smiles.
When truly all the while,
With my two real eyes.
The real lies
Lovers in the Breeze - PoemSoft lights and a breeze that is so free
The world is musical and it bids you dance with me
Reddish auburn hues, golden sun, and earthy greens
Like two leaves in the wind, twirling, whirling, whispering
Will you be true only to me?
Or if I let you go, then would you stray?
The bonds that hold us aren't visible
And like a gentle breeze; resistible
It's not too late to break away
But it'll get harder to each moment you stay
Say you dare to take a chance
Or sit it out for fear of romance
But either way the air will still
The season fade, and the air be chilled
And like two leaves the breeze has cradled to their rest
You could be by me in silence sweet
Or out of my reach on frosted grass
I'm Fashionista and I get around
I set the trends with everything I touch
The city is my jungle through the day
And when the night arrives I'm on the prowl
You know a tiger diva hunts alone
With high-end tastes I only can afford
My chauffeur follows slowly from behind
To keep apace the treading of my stalk
Then patiently awaits while clubbing out
With extra change of clothing if there's blood
You might be wondering if I have guests
I bring back to my lair of chic refined
I always save the very best for last
And keep the cuff link gold as souvenir
Wronging FingerA failed friendship
that I couldn’t keep.
by my own coalition.
A knife in my back
placed by my own man.
Who’s to blame?
Who should I name?
Is it he? Is it she?
Or is it me?
I beg of you
if it’s the last thing I do.
I’ve asked for so long,
What did I do wrong?
Before Souless (Before Me)There is still one bubble
that I cannot really pop
that still effects me today
from the past
despite it happening in the past
much like cave paintings
this was a modern version
carved into the mess of videos
that is youtube
I forget about it
for a patch of time
but like that ingrown toe nail
it aches in my mind
to which I need to see if it is there
still cutting me up
laughing at me
saying that I haven't changed
that I'll never change
that everything there is true
that everyone thinks that about me
and my everything I've done.
I know it's a big weight to hold
but I do forget about it
for it to only reappear
it's more ingrained
than just the video
it's possibly one of the anchors
keeping a lock on the school nightmares
and it's not quite
I'm going to die or
oh I'm in so much pain
it's the fear of being stuck
the fear of going back
the fear of doing that all again
the fear that I have to go back tomorrow.
all of it
the fear and the video
Devious Journal EntryHello interwebs! theirishdwarf here and I thought maybe the world would like to know that I'm in the process of writing a spy thriller. I'm wanting it to be james blondish but I'm having trouble and knowing the people of the internet I figured that you guys could help. Therefore I present a challenge! I need ideas and also inspiration so whoever can give me anything I'm accepting it. thanks! you guys are great and I'm done now so you may now continue with your wonderful lives!
on waking alone in the nightit is four in the morning.
with my eyes closed i could be a child
tonguing the space left
by a missing tooth, probing,
some loss - the slow, nagging drip
of that open wound.
in this dark i can't see
my palm as it rises there
like a specter, the unfurling
of the hand like lips, the spaces
between fingers as they search again
for some missing thing. these are
the real wounds.
i am not a child
anymore: there are worse things
to have lost
Between The Hour HandsThere's a place between the hour hands,Between The Hour Hands by SoImStillUnsure
say you'll take a stroll with me.
I'll dive in at nine o'clock,
you at a quarter to three.
I'll hold my breath as the minutes pull me
down into your arms.
Where in endless fields
the birds and bees will teach us of their charm.
We make love amongst the past,
Fire tickling us as one.
Embers like harmless dragonfly wings - plucked and left to flutter.
And coal whispering our secrets to the ash.
We bind a lock of your hair and mine,
a knot of golden browns,
and throw it to the sky.
Blissful carelessness warms our skin,
as we watch it explode,
outshining the sun with a wilted sigh.
You pluck me a flower,
the shade of snowflakes illuminated by streetlamps.
It grew from misshapen diamond seeds,
beneath the see-through soil.
Petals peel back like praying hands, to reveal poetry,
and you tie it in my hair.
Another lily love song,
amongst the rambling roses.
We watch the sky rain smiles
that slip down flushed cheek
Sun and RainThe sunSun and Rain by kaixinlove
as you said
I wish rain
poemAngels and Demons are not to be togetherpoem by Shadea-the-Hedgehog
They should not even touch
or let their thoughts caress the other
Yet somehow I've been drawn to you
Though we are nothing
Still I'm binded
my heart tied to yours
By chords of silver
bridging that great chasm
that has seperated us
We defy what truth we know
The thought of losing you
Unable to be torn from my mind
The stars cross paths with us
Whispers under the full moon
Trailing us in the fatal steps
Of a once deadly tango
The steps which still frighten me
Promise to not let go
Lest I fall and break
Like shattered glass
From a rose window
Make LoveHear the starsMake Love by kaixinlove
speaking wonderful words.
Holding your illusions
as if you wanted
them to remain intact
On the distance
I expect nothing
No, you are not the real true love of my life
You are a page on the scrapbook
of my life.
Your three initials are the same
as my feeling that will remain
Inside an unbreakable thought
life remains beautiful.
Intact is my broken heart
I will pick up where I left.
No, you are not the real true love of my life
You are the pretty boy
Life is such an amazing thing
You moved on before I could
I'm very happy
I was yours
You were mine
I'm very happy
No, you are not the real true love of my life
Yes, I loved you
You will always be
an one of a kind
memory of a first time.
Drowning WaterRain is falling fastDrowning Water by kaixinlove
as the water
I fall and drown
The magical sound
just reminds me
that your soul
Yet your body,
is just to far.
they will keep on falling
as the tears
Handiwork I look at my handiwork with a smug sense of satisfaction, presiding over the obliterated building with crossed arms and a pleased smile. Little remained of the fifty or so guerrillas that had been meeting there for yet another well-planned and coordinated offensive on the good people of my country. My black boots crunch on shattered glass when I step forwards to get a closer look at the handiwork of my troops. The charred remains of a guerrilla rests impaled on rebar just a few feet away from me and my smile grows widerperhaps this is one of them, I think to myself.Handiwork by SgtPossum
The offensive against this horrid insurgency has been going on for three weeks now, and so far we've been very successful. Every day we kill another thirty or forty rebels, and today our haul has been very goodthe fifty con
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