|These are some works from our Featured Deviants.|
Excuse Meyour baggage feels heavy --Excuse Me by DylanSeto
filled with glass mirrors
and broken doohickeys,
and lost dreams
I can't hold it
anymore, you just want
to crush me with you.
|These are some works from our Featured Deviants.|
Excuse Meyour baggage feels heavy --Excuse Me by DylanSeto
filled with glass mirrors
and broken doohickeys,
and lost dreams
I can't hold it
anymore, you just want
to crush me with you.
ETERNITYDelicious sin,ETERNITY by yumbulunnosthas
Tempting his heart.
He decided to play God,
Looking for eternity.
Cruel time vanishing beauty.
If he only
Blue eyes searching adventure.
If he only
Youth boiling his blood.
If he only could live forever
He made a pact,
And decided to play God,
Getting so eternity.
The sin would no longer matter.
His heart was completely poisoned.
He already had eternity
Tide to a broken heartI tried to do something I shouldn't have.Tide to a broken heart by Christianonfire7
I put my foot forward when I should have stayed back.
But you pushed me onward, as if I was a ball.
You made me love you, you made me want you.
And I tried to play God, to pull you closer,
but it only ended with this broken heart.
Where I stand in the middle of pain and loneliness.
Because I tried to be something I'm not.
Not only for you, but also for me,
and in the end, this pride was my downfall.
what gods are watching?From their perch a-way up high,what gods are watching? by ClamShellHeart
They watch hallelujah birth
and gospel truths and churches sound
cross cracked and barren earth,
And listening and appreciative
They are of all these praise
They wonder bout our preservation
And gamble number and days
Till we, at last! fade away
From our neglected ground
In good faith of heaven above
Without ever looking down
Sunsets cut like splinters
Tween the clouds that gather again
Where the gods that should be way up high
Descend to earth as rain
You're a PoetYou're a poet; they claim.You're a Poet by vindiico
They tell me with bold, spotlight faces
and observing eyes from under
a quiet indignation, a smug bow.
With manners, tempting reverence,
they continue on with their speech,
asserting worth, casting back dismay.
Innocuous, it seems; pleasurable
for the host and the guest, but no.
Their words have no gain, no value
beyond a sighted smile, a soft nod.
All good intentions were left behind,
next to coat hangers and welcome mats.
They speak as if a simple judgment
might chase away the restless mind,
as if this conclusion would amend
all my endless woes, all my words
framed with antiquated eloquence
at the cost of my patchwork dreams.
Arbitrary, this claim, when marking
me as something I could not be.
Only a collection of bottled thoughts,
I have come to be, the silvered image
of pop art tongues: fuck yeahs and
hell noes, a modern obscurity of lies.
They pretend I am great for the risk
Shattered GlassSometimes masks are just a gameShattered Glass by forgotten-shadows
Let's see who wants to pass the shame
Paint an image on its frame
Watch its life go up in flame
That mask is never really you
But to everyone it seems to do
Another weapon, another tool
One that you think overrules
Proximity shows the growing cracks
The ones that break apart your mask
They step forward, you step back
Throw a smile to distract
They ask why and you just stare
No words describe what you bare
Shrug it off and say "who cares?"
Wear the mask to hide despair
Others can wear one more than some
While some will crumble and succumb
Some pain will rush and overcome
Your mask will fall and come undone
For good or bad, love or hate
Your life should never have to wait
It's no free ride, things must be paid
But with this mask, you will fade
Don't store it off to look upon
Shatter it and know its wrong
Walk away and come out strong
You wont be crying alone for long
Demons lurk in everyone
Look around, be shocked at some
The worst thing you an do is run
I came throughLay on the kitchen floor.I came through by AlaskanPoison
Hear the spring water pour from the fountain,
And watch the spiders crawl down the stairs.
I get up,
Dust off my knees,
And put my hair in a tie.
You thought I would never wake.
My feet hit the marble in silent rhythms-
I start down the hill.
Pushing my way,
Here I come!
Coming through that glass wall that you have left me in.
I feel like snow bunny underwater!
Glitter in the air-
I slowly choke.
I drop down;
A male voice,
Deep and hoarse cracks the sparkling death-
I reach for the ground.
Feeling the rocks underneath my palms,
I have one last chance to break your face.
The minute hand flexed,
Twitching while watching the slow death.
I picked up that sledgehammer hidden in the back.
Scrabbled to my knees,
And stood tall...
I ran like no other.
Gained a full swing-
The glass flexed,
And you could hear the galaxies shatter.
Crystal music in a glass bowl.
You have lost all hope.
I am back.
Anakin, the FreeI am what I amAnakin, the Free by justakid93
The chosen, not light nor dark
As I walk the skies
Humpty's RevengeHumpty Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty's Revenge by justakid93
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Laughed as he rose from the concrete again...
Humpty Dumpty climbed up the wall
Snakes, ladders and inevitable falls
No matter the lanes that the ladders create
Snakes pull him down, they won't give him a break...
Humpty Dumpty's hitting the wall
Humpty Dumpty's scared of the fall
Gridlocks and kings see victory's near
But looks are deceiving and so is despair...
Humpty Dumpty's over the wall
He's been through inferno, has nowhere to fall
He makes his own lane, flows on his own track
Who knows where it leads? There's no turning back...
Greatness PersonifiedI am not the oneGreatness Personified by justakid93
This rigorous pursuit of greatness is an endless labyrinth
I do not believe
My sacrifice will suffice
In my eyes
To be simple is to be great
I renounce the statement
My eminence defines me
My individual identity
Is a myth
A good betrothed life
But with hard work
Comes fake friends, risk and responsibility
With the limelight
Comes greed, hate and envy
With these aspirations
I must take risks and chances to become great
And I realize
Greatness is a road leading toward the unknown
I am not the one
"Everything great and intelligent is in the minority." ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If you refuse to accept the fate of conformity, roll the dice of life and go for greatness
SUNRISE (spoken)Before the last time of my birthSUNRISE (spoken) by Jade-Pandora
And far beyond it was my first
I make a voyage most profound
Before its rudder runs aground.
Adieu skyscraper spires vast
By tall ship’s canvas-billowed mast
Across an ocean, right to find,
A life of calling, left behind.
Aligning with a northern speck
To guide me on my global trek
And kiss a rising shoreline’s day
Of star-tipped palm fronds’ thoughtful sway
Atop the arms of listing greet
My native, soulful heart, entreat.
Gentle breakers whisper, saying
Here is where I shall be staying.
And from a dream I memorize,
Trade winds singing songs of sunrise.
For Pete's SakeFor the sake of PeteFor Pete's Sake by justakid93
This lost boy will never land
Till I reach the moon
Calling on all wolves
Let’s be alone together
Fuck the sheep and goons
Forever we’ll be
The opposite of adults
Young concrete rose bloom
To the moon and past
With or without pixie dust
I’ll meet you there soon
Cool Vibes n ButterfliesI dream of a landCool Vibes n Butterflies by justakid93
Where we can all fly freely
Just us butterflies
Skies of ArcadiaWelcome to the world of ADD in HD.Skies of Arcadia by justakid93
Give me your hand and follow me
To where the wild things come to play
And freedom is always free.
It’s all a dream sleeping beauty;
Keep your eyes wide shut and see.
Come embrace your insanity
And come dance with the child in me.
Welcome to the skies of Arcadia
Where dreams become reality.
Where zero and zero make infinite
And freedom’s the only salary.
Skywalker1ce upon a timeSkywalker by justakid93
There were 2 words that rhymed
So beautiful until 3 butted in to seduce temptation
And 4saw the fall of the light
5 hundred days of summer ended in the blink of an eye
As the phantom menace’s reign brought 6 shades of sith
Not even lucky number 7 could restore the light
So hateful 8 is the only path left for the lonely number
But fear not you must… For light there still is…
Beautiful IlliteratureSo it was writtenBeautiful Illiterature by justakid93
All over her pretty face
Yet I saw nothing
ProblemsObserve the hypocrisy of this idiocracy we’re living inProblems by justakid93
People kill for god over nothing while they live in sin
Minorities and immigrants are trapped up in the kitchens
But they gotta keep living, keep earning that commission
Cause the darker shade can get shot down or imprisoned
And Donald Trump only got a small loan of a million
We’ve got problems…
About HermeseAbout Hermese by AlyssaStehle
He wasn’t a friendly looking angel. He looked more like the type of angel God would send to destroy things. His wings were black and sheading feathers. Like a sick bird. His hair was also black. He had such an unfriendly expression too. Not at all like the person I imagined him to be. How can a cold expressionless person be the strong warm person that helped me be born?
His posture was stiff, but not entirely ungraceful. Like a sensitive person who was beaten down over time by some tremendous force. Without even being able to fight back. Immediately I started to pity this brother of mine.
The rain outside will be never ending this spring. Like the rain inside his aching head. That’s why his eyes are so blue, and so dark. I wanted to cry. I wanted to reach through his storm but he was too far. What made him lose hope?
“What’s you’re name?” M
Hero Forge: Kald, the Lycan-Age:Hero Forge: Kald, the Lycan by Infinite-Word-Forge
Six round revolver, military saber, repeater rifle, 6” hunting knife
Kald possess acute senses as well as superior physical attributes and night vision. Kald is skilled in melee and ranged combat with a varying array of weapons with his true strength lying in his ability to change into his lycan form at will. In this state Kald is faster, stronger and more resilient with his already superior senses rising to unparalleled levels.
Slender yet muscular build, long receding black and gray hair tied in a low ponytail, dark leather great coat with long tail and high collar, dark leather wide brimmed hat, leather boots, grey slacks, white long sleeved button down with grey waist coat and black suspenders.
Aristocrat, gentleman, marksman and huntsman, Kald is a well known outdoorsman with deeds and feats securing him a place in history. At times he is the royal game master for his king
MR App - PiperName: PiperMR App - Piper by Lioness075
Age/Birthday: 14 years old / September 14, 2000
Height/Weight: 5’1” / 105 Ibs
Class: Music and Combat Training
Mutations: 2% Red Fox, 98% Human
Piper has two fox ears on either side of her head that replace her human ears. The ears are white from the front and brownish-reddish from the back. She can move her ears just as a fox can and the ears are designed to fit her head so they’re large enough to be noticeable, but not overly large to the obnoxious point. Her eyes are hazel and her hair flows down her back to about the base of her shoulder blades. She usually will have it in a ponytail when she’s doing anything physical, otherwise it’s loose and flowing freely. Her hair is a fiery and rusty color.
She has a bushy fox tail and it matches her hair color from the beginning of the tail to about 3/4 of the tail. The underside of her tail is pale grey and there is a black ring around the tip of the tai
Updated MR App - LarassaName: LarassaUpdated MR App - Larassa by Lioness075
Age/Birthday: 17 years old/September 21, 1996
Height/Weight: 5’8” / 105 Ibs
Classes: Wilderness Survival, Aerodynamic Training, and Combat Training
Mutations: 2% Magpie, 5.5% Grey Wolf, 92.5% Human
She is very fit as she’s has been on the run since the experiment that changed how she is now. She’s lean muscle-wise and looks very skinny which is an advantage for her since most assume she’s not strong at all. She is very tanned and got this from her father’s side of the family, which is of Egyptian descent. Her feet are similar to that of the hind legs of a wolf’s, but are longer to fit the body of a human. Her legs also have fur on top of the tanned skin. She has a wolf's tail and due to a rare chance in the grey wolf DNA, her fur is black everywhere as opposed to grey. This comes from the practice of wolf-dog hybridization in North America that helps with repopulating the wolf population. S
TaylTayl slid to a stop outside the massive compound, panting slightly from the effort of running with a leg brace. The ten-year-old true hybrid ducked under the wreckage of a car up against the chain-link fence; he'd arranged for that a few days earlier, and it looked as though the groundskeeper hadn't yet managed to patch up the hole. He poked a head cautiously out from behind the wreckage, and then withdrew it quickly as a searchlight swept by. They were monitoring the gap, that was for sure, but it was a cloudy night, and the searchlight could only cover so much. That wasn’t to say the place was particularly vulnerable... most data banks were just inconspicuous buildings with an extra lock on the front doors. Wherever he’d been sent, if there were searchlights looking for him, he knew that what he was after wasn’t low-level intel. Tayl crossed his right leg awkwardly over the brace on his left, hidden by baggy black cargo pants, and pulled the overlarge hood ofTayl by OnLinedPaper
I H8 U - Chapter 1"What in the world is wrong with you?" The young girl shouted at Malik in front of their high school. She looked at him with a mix of confusion and sadness through red eyes from crying.I H8 U - Chapter 1 by arnaldomachado
It was as if she expected him to say it had all been a mistake. Her eyes begged him to say they were still friends.
As far as he was concerned, she could wait all day. He would stand there, observing her. Everything had led to this one moment: the moment of truth. This was when he would finally find out where they stood in their friendship.
A few minutes later, the girl finally realized he had no intention of apologizing or explaining what had happened. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and got down on her knees. Malik watched as she collected her belongings scattered across the sidewalk and placed them in her backpack. She kept her head low, avoiding his gaze. She hurried, as if she had noticed the inquisitive gazes of other students arriving to the school. Sh
-Grown Up Child- a short story-Grown Up Child- a short story by AlyssaStehle
Don’t touch her, just don’t touch her. I know if I laid one finger on that phantom she’d melt away into the spinning scenery. That’s what I was screaming through my hazy dreaming thoughts. But she possessed me with her eyes and gripped my heart in her hands. Yes, in her hands was my own precious heart, never given to anyone, yet it was stolen right out of my ribcage. Only in a nightmare could that happen to me.
But she was glowing! A pale being of light in a darkened forest dead with fall. She was beckoning me from afar. How could a young man resist such an invitation? From the fairy queen no less! I reached out with my hand and with my heart. In that split second I was thinking ‘May God have mercy on my soul.’ Because I knew some irreversible sin was going to be committed. I didn’t have her. She had me. I was her pet, trapped in a birdcage. I could
The Chronicles Of Azeroth - PrologueThis Prologue use a base from the chapter XXVI of the novel Beyond the Dark PortalThe Chronicles Of Azeroth - Prologue by Blueredor
The Chronicles Of Azeroth
Eight Years after the First War (year 600 by the King´s Calendar)
The scene around the Dark Portal was utter chaos. Turalyon had told his troops the unvarnished truth: Khadgar would need defending. He just hadn't realized how much he and his friends would be defending the wizard. Danath, Khadgar, Kurdran, and several others had arrived before them and were fiercely fighting their way to the portal.
From the offensive group there someone where highlights, the men use the armour of the footmen and the woman use the white robes of the cleric with a tabard showing where they from:
Lieutenant Farax Lionheart, human, 24 years old warrior with brown ponytail hair, green eyes, armed with a big red axe and the Stromgarde tabard.
Lieutenant Victorius Eagleheart, human, 25 years old paladin with black medium hair, bla
EmbersHer hair was orangeEmbers by Oilux
and glowed in the fire
turning black and ash
not a single moment later
the scissors were cold
The embers were
glowing just the same
hungry for her tresses
the royal red burned
yet no burn was left
Her hair was short
uneven with amber roots
outgrowing the dye
showing her natural shade
mom and dad took the scissors away
Orange locks tickle her neck
fire cannot fight fire
mom and dad breathe easier
she does not touch the scissors
though she always looks
She is eighteen
leaving home is a blessing
her hair bundled in a hat
she does not like to see it
the brightness keeps her up at night
The hairdresser mourns her hair
more than she ever does
as it falls limply to the ground
the locks have lost their hue
she smiles as they fall
It is easier to tell people she is happy
now her hair is gone
orange roots don't show on a shaved head
she stands proudly now
she doesn't keep scis
*Butterfly*Winter butterfly*Butterfly* by Delice1941
Beautiful rainbow, stained glass
*Red Dawn*Red vermillion dawn*Red Dawn* by Delice1941
Orange splash in sky
Blazing colours fly.
Open window watch
Dawn, what a view
Kaleidoscope of colour
Every single hue.
Pinkthe boys gestured and jeeredPink by Oilux
‘what’d you do to your hair?’
‘boys won’t like you now.’
she turned away, smiling all the while
head shaved and pink scarf in place
‘because it’s too hot’
‘I want a fresh start’
‘I never liked my long hair anyways’
but at home she cries
though the tears won’t fall
because it was shave
or watch it fall out
no one comments on the lost weight
or the bags gathering under her eyes
for she hides it with pink clothes and makeup
chemo starts she throws up in school
the teachers send her home, but her parents send her back
normal is a luxury they can’t afford to lose
pink ribbons on cars
the color a badge she earns
blinds her delicate eyes
pink roses on her grave
for when she lost the battle
but never gave up on the war
BleedIt was during that night, after dinner,Bleed by Jade-Pandora
And tight on bottles of wine, your words
Hung sublime like crystalline birds.
And I, dazed from the sound as they passed,
Could only look at you through my glass
Held up to my gaze, and filled with wine,
And saw, with the passing of time how the
Candle's light imbued everything in a
red hue as I stared at you, intoxicated,
Till through my fingers, slipped, its descent
Lingered, the beat of my heart, hindered,
Shattered its perfection across the floor,
Just as my heart tore and came apart in a
Flood of wine: red as blood, painful to see,
As if my eyes had burst, but which would I
Notice first: the innocuous stench of sick,
Or the shards of glass' trick of the light.
Still, I bleed in your presence, my tears
Are bleeding; don't staunch the flow,
You've tipped the waiter, now
I beg you, please, just go.
ResponsibilityIt begins as a pressure, hot and tight behind your eyes. Not the usual Wrath - constant, familiar, comforting warmth - but a sudden roaring white hot surge that rises like vomit in the back of your throat, acid and choking, cutting off air as the fire floods your head and your heartbeat thunders in your ears, and you clench your fists and feel the power crackling through your veins and pull the lightning rocketing from the air, the earth, andResponsibility by GentlemanAnachronism
hold that rage, that hate, that venom boiling in your blood and say
not here. Not now. Not this.
Another breath, and the air tastes of blood, and the rage keeps rising, splinters of image slashing through your thoughts like shattered glass (break them, smash them, kill them, kill them KILL THEM) and you close your eyes and close your fists and feel the lightning arc around them, flicker up your arms, dance around your head, and you say
not this not this not this
because you don't use the sword <i>
City Of Lost DreamsWhy is it so coldCity Of Lost Dreams by justakid93
In this City Of Lost Dreams
All I seek is free
The Family- Ch. 4: Dreams Dega found himself in the main hallway, standing completely still. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his eyes scoured around him for what he knew would approach.The Family- Ch. 4: Dreams by SSMarguriteXD
Nothing. Blackness. Dark. And then, suddenly-
It was there. Its bright light surged from its skin, revealing its presence. It crouched in the corner. Waiting. Judging.
Dega turned to the shapeless form and smiled. His eyes drifted to a spot above it. No matter how hard he tried- not that he did anymore- Dega could never directly look at it. “Hey, big guy,” Dega said, greeting his visitor. “What do have for me this time?”
It tensed, and from the corner of his eye, Dega watched it morph into a feline structure. The floor rumbled with its silent growl, and it bared its razor-sharp teeth at Dega in return to his words. Dega did
The Family- Ch. 3: Siblings "I don't get it; why would anyone train to be a sniper?"The Family- Ch. 3: Siblings by SSMarguriteXD
Creet scrutinized the file for a job in Ann's room. When it comes to job files, every detail can and may be vital for the right execution of the job. At least, that's what Creet believes, and that's why he spends up to multiple days analyzing the information given. His trainee and partner for this mission, Ann, strongly disagreed. She believed that cases should be taken head on with the basic information in mind- that you do what you do to get the job done. At least, that's what Creet gathered from her constant whining and aggressive impatience.
"I mean, sure, I guess snipers can be pretty cool with all the stealth stuff. But what I've learned from hanging around you is that all snipers do is set up, wait, shoot, unpack, and leave. No action, no excitement. It's all so orderly."
Ann slumped across her bed on her back lazily, shifting and fidgeting as Creet read. Creet d
The Force AwakensAll I see is shadeThe Force Awakens by justakid93
So may the force awaken
And bring forth the light
ElixirThe light breath on an ear, theElixir by Jade-Pandora
stroke that leaves wetness of the
elixir from fever on an open hand,
I arch, to react without thinking,
for no thought can enter the asylum
of that which has brought me here,
where raw beast and intellect lay
side by side in an uneasy truce.
You have provided me sustenance
and now, resting even as we remain
near each other, I hear your breath.
But no, not just near—
We are where illness is banished,
ministration of the carnal is law,
so shall we ever be— obedient!
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golden apolloyou crawled into my braingolden apollo by inkstaineddove
on a night when new beginnings were
meant to be made.
whiskey breath burning my ear,
your body so close to mine.
you floored me.
i stuttered, stumbled,
disbelief was the only thing
worth believing in. i,
with my heart in a cage
locked with keys lost long ago, found myself
tripping because of you.
your question remained unanswered.
yet we would hide ourselves beneath
your bedsheets, becoming one
underneath green stars.
hope was our unspoken language,
desire our souls true song.
even apart i still felt your
hands knotting my hair,
hips crashing into me,
lips exploring every inch.
orgasmic imagination left me
anxiously giddy without the right
words for fantasy to cross into reality.
waiting for it has forced me into
the closet of watching you dance with
various boys or tease the idea of other girls.
i salivate at the chance to be yours.
my mouth remains locked shut despite
my heart's lock finally rusting open.
all the my metaphors an
Haunted by your GhostI cant bring back to life what I used to haveHaunted by your Ghost by carmen16
But I wonder if you have forgotten who I am
I'm a selfish, self centered person
so I cant help but want you to remember me
I want to haunt you
my whispering words full of love
remember it well and don't forget them.
more than six years have passed
but I don't want to be forgotten at least not by you.
if I am going to be haunted by you forever
I prefer to haunt you as well.
So you better not forget who I am
you better not forget my touch
remember I'm a selfish, self centered person
I'm sure I told you this many times before.
I'm sure you didn't believe me but I always told you
I'm no angel darling.
At least not anymore.
Locks by the FenceYou gave me four thingsLocks by the Fence by DSteffi
when you said goodbye that day,
three, with a quivering hand,
and the last, with a certainty
that night you said you loved me.
I keep them all in my quiet moments,
my back pocket,
and wonder if you remember them.
the letter you wrote me
when we were two weeks apart,
but never reached me.
It was raining when
you were supposed to send it,
so you called me instead
and we talked for hours.
The paper is aged now,
the ink faded
with what could have been.
the red button
that kept falling
from your polo shirt,
it was your favorite
and became mine, too.
I stitched it back a million times,
but would come undone
when we were together.
You still wore it anyway.
the sea glass we found
just near the waves
but far on the shore,
the first time you kissed me.
I was lost at sea,
but didn’t know it at the time.
the lie you told me
Viva La VidaBurst forth from utter blackViva La Vida by NemoX7
It's carpe diem they declare
Raised voices flow from cemetery void
Lungs on fire, sending all gray away
Until eternity blinks a flash under white light.
Viva la vida and fly the flag
Don't let your heart beats wither today
There's a rainbow across the universe
So live your life - nothing could be worst.
Walk past trees by an indigo breeze
Watch them for the love they seize
Can't take them back to dark's misery
Nor do their teardrops sing the blues
For life is more than a joyless mystery.
Viva la vida and fly the flag
Don't let go of the love you never knew
There's a rainbow over your head
So live your life - better than to be dead.
Turn around to a vista hued in green
It's more than a beauty they stare
Nothing could be better than a gentle scene
No graffiti concrete under a temple's road
Where the lost souls tread, eyes cast down.
Viva la vida and fly the flag
Don't give up hopes to a tyrant's ode
There's a rainbow drawn on the mirror
So live your life - le
Self DestructionBurn hollywood burnSelf Destruction by justakid93
Self destruction’s all that’s left
From rubble, anew…
The SkawlThey speak of a creature.The Skawl by OnLinedPaper
Hush, child. You asked for a story; I seek your well-being. This will fit both purposes.
But who says it?
I do. Now be silent, and listen.
They speak of a creature. Out in the ocean of sand, there lives a creature called the Skawl. It is a thing of silence and then sudden noise, or blindness and stumbling and then pain, and silence forever after.
What does it look like?
Only a few know. The ones who have seen it and live tell tales of a creature, brown and red like the sand itself, arms all along its body in a spiral from its head. It swims through sand as easily as a fish swims through water or a bird sails through the air, digging, twisting, and lying still.
Why do only a few know, though?
Why else? Where do you think those who vanish from the village and into the sand ocean go?
My mother told me… she said they go to find oases, pools of cold water that bubble from the ground and grow fruit trees bes-
They die, child. Taken. Taken by the Skaw
What IfWhat If by Jade-Pandora
What will you do when the tides seize
and come to rest, and the gulls all fly away.
Where will you be when the last ocean
opens up on the last day,
swallowing the sky, leaving only clouds,
suffocating the sun, holding life in darkness
in a season lost from one of its pages.
How will you feel when finally I forsake you
to your fate, to the untold ages— and yet—
— what if I stay.
P.S. I Love YouI'd trade it all to get that feeling back, literally I mean itP.S. I Love You by justakid93
I'd sacrifice my life and everything in it
Just to have you in it, I'd do whatever to win it
I hate you and then I love you and everything in between it
Scarlet RoseYour beautiful like scarlet rose.Scarlet Rose by unicodragon
You are always wearing red from
your head to your toes.
Your always wearing red lipstick
where ever you go.
I love to see your red hair flow
when your moving so sexy
on the dance floor.
You are so hot hot it makes
me sweat and I just cannot take
Losing ItI'm kind of going crazy,Losing It by WordOfChen
I'm caught inside my mad mind.
Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine!
The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur.
I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur!
And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin;
The hair is falling down and the voices make a din!
I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key,
So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.
Ready 2 FlyIndeed you managed to sprout from concrete,Ready 2 Fly by justakid93
But at your own cost.
Each joyous day success is gained
In spite of all that you've lost.
As you gradually continue to grow
Minus all the shiny medals
Please find it in your heart
To embrace your damaged petals.
As society tries to detach your stems
Don't ever let them break you.
Through good and bad the haters hate
But they played no role to make you.
Remember no matter what they claim
If you can dream you can fly.
So raise your petals; spread your wings.
Fly beyond the stars, deep into the sky.
Impossible loveFire and iceImpossible love by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
Life and death
Happy and gloomy
Bright and dark
But never fall
But never turn to ashes
But never fail the leap
We were supposed to hate
Each other but we can’t
Our personalities are impossible
Just like our love.
The Tale of 'Lady Destiny' and the 'Foul Mistress'An exciting tongue twisting tale about the foul 'Mistress Fate' and our 'Lady Destiny'The Tale of 'Lady Destiny' and the 'Foul Mistress' by AlterationAgo
People with asthma should not read this art; it can occasionally cause gasping for air, breathtaking reactions, and simply an unsafe amount of gasping.
Read at your own risk!
Also if you liked this, consider reading my book: Perceived As Reinvention, But Rather "Is" Creation
Ruling from the 'darkest' of clouds, and the 'clearest' of blue skies:
'Lady Destiny' and the foul 'Mistress Fate' intertwine within our daily lives, by unconventionally steering our 'fears' through misplaced direction, and brightening our 'sight' using warming 'revelations'; causing the formation of 'true strength' upon the growth of scars, and pointless pain thro
The Horseshoe - 4o11Areyn led the way through Shelby to the Horseshoe, one of the two inns within the town’s boundaries. It was a two-story house stretched long, giving the appearance of four of the smaller abodes stacked beside and on top of each other, two by two. Rough wood panels covered the outside of the inn, bridging the occasional stone support that ran up to the inn’s grey clay shingled roof.The Horseshoe - 4o11 by echo-mlb
It was late afternoon, wearing on to evening as the pair pushed open the stiff wooden door of the inn.
The air inside the Horseshoe was quiet and still. No one lingered at a table, nor sat at the bar a woman stood behind, rubbing down the counter with a cloth. There were several short casks piled behind her, along with a small assortment of coloured bottles, each a subtly different shade.
The Horseshoe’s innkeeper—a kind woman called Geraldine with ample cleavage, a naturally amicable face and messy hair pulled back with a dishcloth she’d fashioned into an impromptu bandana
These EyesCan you read it in the dawn,These Eyes by MisDmeanor
as well as in the night...
Can you sense the things that linger,
unheard behind these eyes...
Can you feel sensations building,
as first light touches skin...
The flutters of a heartbeat,
perfect ferocity within...
Small gasps of breath that pass these lips,
and flush with glowing heat...
Can you feel so clearly,
the emphatic dire need...
Explosions of insanity,
that burst through dampened skin...
Or the sweet but wordless smile,
That paints this face again...
Do you know that when these eyes,
are locked in deepest sleep...
This body is alive inside you,
Sharing in your dreams...
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