It had been a bad day. The harsh sun was doing nothing to improve my mood at the sudden drastic temperature change. My neck was burnt from being out and about the city, and the sights I had seen had not helped my angry demeanor. Bedraggled homeless denizens roamed the streets, begging for change in a way most unnecessary, nearly falling to their knees in front of you in an attempt to score some money for cheap liquor or drugs that had certainly gotten them in such a position in the first place. I felt contempt as I watched them scrounge like animals for loose change or even a morsel of food. Walking down the street, passerby would stare as t
The searing of the heat,
Daring to be challenged,
Daring to be mastered.
Knowing in truth that it will never be controlled,
Never be downtrodden,
Champion of its domain.
The purest of forms,
Its flames are the spark of life,
And death,
And love,
And pain,
And passion.
Fear in your hearts will be consumed,
Adding to its ever growing mass,
Conquering all that it encounters.
Squalid environments strengthened by the flare of its embers,
Renewed into new life,
Through the consumption of the ashes.
The end,
The beginning,
Fire.
I am afraid of most things. The voices in my head, the darkness, and the scary dolls you see in old houses. A lot of things scare me. But I think that It scares me the most. It only shows up in the night, when your brain is thinking about all the scary things you don’t want to think about. It feeds off of fear I think…although I asked my friend and he said that he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I guess it’s possible that it only goes after me, but I hope not. I can’t be the only one this is happening to. My life can’t be that bad. Its sickly breathing is horrifying. I know that it lives in my c
The Summer Times (Submission for Contest) by WingedRam, literature
Literature
The Summer Times (Submission for Contest)
A tender wind,
Breaking through the trees,
A subtle reminder of things to come.
The summer heat blossoms,
Presenting special days to appear.
The sunny life,
Giving many new meanings,
To the terms of living.
Delicious fruits,
Plucked from nature,
Enjoyed at all times,
Feelings of joy,
Pleasureful nights,
Social enigma.
Wonder in the eyes of children,
Released from their studies,
Moving through summer,
At breakneck speeds,
Not understanding what they are missing.
Elderly people watch,
Gleefilled at their knowledge,
Knowing of their fantastical days,
Displaying their joy in peace.
The twilight times,
Loyal pets,
Barbecue smells,
Happiness in su
A written request,
I'll try my best,
To put this subject into context.
Coffee she said,
Write about coffee,
I wrack my thoughtless head.
Coffee,
She'll see,
Is harder to write about than need be.
It's hot,
But is sure not,
To be consumed without thought.
It's sweet,
A treat,
Although a drink that can be beat.
It's not the best,
I try to test,
My tongue to like the rest.
Coffee,
Must not be,
Easy to write about for me.
I hunt for her,
Lust for her,
But can't go further,
Than a broken chair,
Thrust down the stairs,
Flying through the air.
She hides from me,
Tries to flee,
But there is no guarantee,
That in my mind,
She can find,
An excuse to run and hide.
She was taken,
And I was shaken,
Of the news I was mistaken.
This story is sadness,
Mixed with madness,
Yet all she feels is gladness,
To see that I,
Can wonder why,
How I could even try.
I write to think,
It clears my mind,
Helps me control my emotions.
Blasting through this simple life,
Is an aspect which has earned,
my revulsion.
I understand,
That I'm insane,
Hurt by past expression.
That doesn't mean,
I don't feel pain,
Affected greatly by depressioin.
I find hope,
In the darkest places,
'Round the edge of light.
Though I try,
So hard I try,
I just can't win the fight.
My soul is a rainbow,
Many aspects,
Trying to break through.
But if you're kind,
And show me yours,
I'll show my soul to you.
The happiness in my mind,
Twisted so easily,
By malicious intent.
My mood can change,
Like the flip of a coin,
Or the shot from a gun.
Driving me,
My weakening sanity,
To its breaking point.
To see the horror in their eyes,
As they gaze at my rising temper,
Is a sight I cannot unsee.
The flash of my hands,
The happiness is gone,
To be replaced by anger.
Sorrow too,
Is so easy to twist me,
Making my intentions unknown to me.
Why did I do it?
Why did I yell?
The horror in their eyes tells it all.
I am a man of many faces,
That I can tell,
But this life I am living,
Is much worse than hell.
1
Begins my dreams.
2
Fog-like steam,
3
Clouds my head,
4
Fills me with dread.
5
The counting up,
6
Is not enough,
7
To stave my hunger,
8
For this number,
9
Lets start again,
10
The numer ten.
The gentle clock sings its song,
Horrid but,
Pulls me along.
Wonder where my thoughts will go,
As its song stats nice and slow.....
TICK TOCK
Nightmarish thoughts,
Run through my mind,
Hiding there,
For me to find.
TICK TOCK
Night has begun,
Prompting me,
to turn and run.
TICK TOCK
Is all this real?
Haunting me,
Offering its deal.
TICK TOCK
It's time to die,
Standing tall,
In suit and tie.
TICK TOCK
I'm almost done,
But my nightmare,
Has just begun.
TICK TOCK
It's time to hide,
Don't look back,
Run from your pride.
TICK TOCK
My times is up.
It has been ebbing by,
Just like a clock.
No more sickness,
No more health,
Nothing left,
But myself.
I wander aimless,
Through the crowd,
Longing so,
To scream aloud.
You are nothing,
You are dead,
Scream the voices,
In my head.
Sometimes when I,
Wonder so,
I think of when,
And where I'll go.
My presence fades,
The world to black,
Like haunting ghosts,
On the attack.
Pointless love,
Surrounds my heart,
Slamming there,
Like a dart.
If you hear,
My sad sad song,
Feel my sorrow,
Bang like a gong.
I am lost,
And won't be found,
Yet my heart,
Will always pound.
It is raining.
There is a boy. I do not understand his presence. He stands in the rain, wearing a hoodie. He also carries an umbrella. It is still raining, pouring in fact, but he does not use his umbrella, or even his hood. He stands, watching the small droplets of water bounce off of the pavement, painting an ever changing mosaic on the cold ground. Although I cannot see his face, I know he is crying. I watch him shudder in the rain, crying over some unknown sadness, and he is hoping the rain will wash his sorrows away. All of this I think of as I walk by. Why is that boy there. He stands still, except for his tearful shuddering. I assume
Book One: A New Beginning
The End is inevitable. That's what my parents used to tell me, before they died in a train de-railing. At first, I thought they meant I was going to die no matter what. But after that day, I knew that dying had nothing to do with it.
My name is James Harven. I live…….well, used to live, right outside Montgomery Alabama. It was nice there. I had friends, a job, everything. Nothing really ever seemed to go bad for me. Never had I thought my life could have changed so quickly.
After my parents died, I was sent to live with my deranged Aunt Martha in Springfield, Missouri, who had hardly ever even stepped out of h
ok so yep i have a new contest lol
now that i have some points i can give a decent prize or three!! >'D
ok so heres whatchu do
take one of my characters listed (bonus chance of winning for characters with stars) and draw them in a masquerade outfit!
backgrounds optional!!
character list
me http://foodstamps1.deviantart.com/gallery/43708527
Felisity* :thumb356962244:
Shanti :thumb346403488: :thumb316429247:
Anna :thumb333587858:
Alice :thumb336127596:
Fern* (if yall dont know who fern is ask, i havent drawn her but i use her in rp's [heroutfitiscomplicatedbutsince shes medival she would work well for this contest])
Annel* :thumb36
Why hello. Welcome to my nice little page. You looking for fantastical drawings and amazing artwork? Ya won't find it here XD. I'm a literature kind of guy. Yep. Literature.
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Happy New Year everybody!
Since this is 2014, I'm interested to know the resolutions of everyone. I personally am going to study sketching technics, and am hoping to improve my landscape art.
But anyways, hope you all had a great holiday vacation! Bye!
Ok, I know I don't pos jack shit on this website anymore, but I'm pissed as hell. I have so many female friends who come fto me for help. (before you say anything, stacy, this isnt about you.) Girls come to me for relationship advice. I don't get it. I've never fuckin kissed a girl. I've never been in a real relationship. My relationships sucked! You cant fuckin expect me to give good advice if I've got no experience! And yet they all come. Persistent sheeple. Talking. And talking. And talking. Not letting me say anything. Not letting me do anything. Just.....TALKING. The next girl who comes to me for some god damn advice, I'ma tell 'em to go