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KissOne the day we met,
I knew you were the one.
I'm happy Myranda introduced us.
We talked for a week,
I knew there was something there.
"well, what are you waiting for?
Go get your boyfriend."
I went upstairs.
Turned my back on Myranda's door.
And you jumped out while I turned towards you.
There was a dog bone on the floor.
I nearly face planted into a tv.
You caught me and we laughed.
All four of us sat upstairs,
Myranda and Cliff had the couch.
You the chair and I sat between your legs
We held hands the entire time.
I looked up at you.
Our eyes locked the entire time.
"Just kiss already!"
We ignored her.
Our eyes locked again.
I turned around.
you leaned down.
Our lips locked.
It was the most magical experience of my life.
We didn’t stop making out for god knows how long.
Myranda and Cliff left without our notice.
We broke and looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.
It wasn't my first time,
Mine was with a girl- vomit was involved
Emotional Switch (Razor)Where did that emotional switch go?
It used to be how I made it through,
Through all the shit in my life.
Through my father's hatred of me,
The extreme sadness,
The worst of my pain.
I could turn off my emotions like that.
Be indifferent to all.
Ignore what was wrong.
So where has it gone?
I need that switch now.
It's not getting easier.
This is the closest I've been in a while.
I'm close to the edge,
Close to giving up on it all.
Life is pain.
Why can't I find it?
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Four months together,
and now I can't work.
Without that switch,
I don't think I can live.
I was finally happy,
So I threw it out.
I shouldn't have.
Why does it have to hurt this much?
The George of old is gone,
All because of one boy.
I was whole,
And now my heart is smashed.
The razor's inviting me to play,
And no one is actually helping.
I don't think I can be fixed.
I just don’t think i
Sweet CamerenI'm not over you.
I've tried everything.
I'm drinking to try to forget now,
But all the vodka and rum in the world
Won't erase my memories of you.
I've sought comfort in the arms of another.
They just make me feel worse,
Cause its not their arms I want around me at night,
My sweet Cameren.
Friends keep you out for a while,
But when I'm alone, you creep back in.
I've danced the night away,
Stayed focused on my classes,
But with the books away,
And an actual nights sleep,
The truth is spelled out.
You plague my mind and my dreams,
My sweet Cameren.
My family doesn't know how I feel,
I hide from them.
I'd rather they think I'm happy,
Than know how fucked up I am.
I loved you with all my heart,
I finally felt human with you,
And its been four months of torture,
I don't think I can take it anymore.
My sweet Cameren.
Your sister knows how I feel,
As does your special buddy.
Myranda knows how I feel.
And so do your parents,
My sweet Cameren.
I can't figure out where we went wrong,
ChaseYou were the first person I loved,
with my heart, body, and soul.
The one who sent me on my path of self-discovery
And made me enjoy life for the first time.
You'll always be as my memories,
Though I won't be in yours.
July 4thJuly 4th, our country's birthday, and look how far we've fallen.
Our economy is in the crapper,
Extreme right nutbags are taking over,
The government can't work together to make a simple agreement.
We celebrate the worthless,
Make the trivial important.
American Ingenuity use to make the world go round,
But no one has it any more.
The last good Idea to come from this country was to revolt from Britain.
Still wonder why our economy is so broken down even suicide looks like a good Idea?
Our country use to inspire revolutions,
And actually, it still does,
However, now all we do is protect the governments that give us oil,
Or give that country a new regime that will give us what we want cheaper.
And if the government doesn’t have anything we want,
We say “fuck ‘em.”
Now the “Tea Party” wants to change America back to what it once was,
But we’ve already passed the point of no return.
And judging from the remarks of their leaders,
They have ab
AnonymousHis eyes roll back
And the damned are released form their prisons
Only to vanish into a pitch black abyss.
For them he cares not,
But for his act he feels great shame,
Only after the greatest pleasure.
DreamSo I was in this hospital with a few friends,
Probably Dilley Ridge,
Volunteering, helping out with some patients.
When the hospital closed down for the night,
We went outside.
Out there, slowly walking towards the building,
Was a giant of a man,
Dragging a heavy axe.
He had a burlap sack on his head
With three vertical eyes painted on it,
A sadistic, joker-like smile too.
He was coming again to kill people in the hospital,
Just as he had last night.
My five friends and I were there,
We barely survived,
Though how I am not sure.
We figured, go to our car and not stare at him
(Staring is what prompted his attack the night before).
We tried our hardest,
But our hardest wasn't good enough.
I looked for just a second.
He stopped and turned towards me.
As he raised his axe,
I shouted run.
We got to our car and all piled in.
We couldn't see him,
He had disappeared.
His axe swung down from above,
Cleaving the engine in half.
We scrambled out and resumed our run.
I saw a van just up ahead,
Personification: DepressionAbstract noun
Depression has lost the one he loves, the only person he ever had.
He wants it all to halt,
Believes it's his fault.
Now he has scars straight up and down his veins,
Formed by many attempts to end his pain,
Hidden from everyone by his long, dark clothes.
It all started when he and Joy were robbed by Loath,
And in a flash of gun powder, Joy was dead,
He lost all will he had to survive,
His whole reason to be alive,
And his "friends" deserted him in his time of need,
Save for three,
Despair, Desperation, and Despondency.
They know what he's going through,
It's happening to them too.
Joy wouldn't want him this way, so he's trying to get better,
No longer a zombie going through the motions,
He doesn't attempt suicide at every junction.
He sits in his psychiatrist's office and explains it all,
She'll help him back to where he was before last fall.
He'll live life for the both of them.
High schoolFour years ago I entered your halls for the first time,
And since that date I have faced many trials and tribulations.
Social Services came around and threatened my mom,
I lost my best friend,
I struggled to get by,
And who I am was realized.
And that was only the beginning.
In the next year
I spent only three months in your traditional halls,
And it seemed as though fortune favored me,
I gained unlikely friends,
And build an actual social life;
I fell in love for the first time
And in class I could do no wrong.
However, this is not what fate had in store.
I had my first seizer,
Broke my first bone,
And was forced to move to Columbus,
Away from a life that perfection was nearing.
I got a choice for schools,
Either gang infested or online.
I made the right choice.
As proven by still being alive.
I learned to hate God,
Who gave me a taste of how wonderful life could be
Only to yank it away.
Once again I was alone
(Text and MySpace offer no comfort),
And I had no reason to try
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)
(Spain x Reader)
Sneak Peak to a (possible) Summer series; depends on if you all like it.
“Because,” he paused and I held my breath, awaiting the inevitable words of my utter and total demise. “I love you.” He’d broken my walls, and entered without so much as a smile and a simple, Hola.
“What’s it like being an outcast?” He questioned, all hidden remorse aside, a small smile on his lips, this was rich. I patted my hands against my thighs rhythmically only for the best of my intentions to fling out.
“It’s actually rather lonely in all honesty.” He nodded and pulled his fingers through his chocolate curls. “I’m happy though.” I sighed and gazed over to the slowly peaking stars just over the orange horizon. It was getting lat
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Elements Combined- Bruce x ReaderTo the girl I told to run away
The ghost I saw a hundred times a day
You weren't like me, no you weren't afraid
Bruce’s heart broke at the tears in your eyes as you blinked it him in disbelief before turning on your heel to leave him alone.
Alone is what he had.
Alone protected him… protected you.
That was what was important, right?
He sank down in the chair at his station in the lab, holding his head in his hands as what he’d just done sank in. He’d told you, the woman he loved, to leave- to get out of his life. And the reason he gave? He didn’t love you. The hurt in your eyes had torn him apart inside but he needed you to run. He needed you to run from him to someone who could keep you safe.
Someone who wasn’t a monster.
He ruffled a hand through his chocolate curls knowing there would be more gray hairs after this and then leaned forward to throw himself into his work as a distraction.
It didn’t work.
The lab felt empty withou
Boy (2p! America x Reader)
(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaSvyIOk
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time thi
Chapter OneCrystal Hays quickly threw on her clothes, not giving much thought to her outfit. She ran a brush through her messy hair, wondering for a moment if she should just touch up the uneven bangs that she had cut by herself the night before. In the end, however, she decided to leave it. After surveying herself in the mirror, she gave herself a nod of approval before turning towards her bed.
A black backpack laid on top of her comforter along with an assortment of notebooks, pens, pencils, and various other school supplies. Normally she would have taken special care to arrange all of it neatly. Today, however, she was running late, and so it all got thrown into the backpack haphazardly. She was about to zip it up but hesitated, kneeling down and sticking her hand underneath her bed to pull out a book. It was leather bound, the spine cracked and worn with use. Crystal bit down on her bottom lip as she debated whether she should take it along or not.
Just then her bedr
There was always something new to be learnt here in this makeshift hovel that lay deep within this forsaken jungle. Many would say that life for Vagus the Totodile was not good enough for him, but it was his father who would say that it was Vagus who was not good enough for life. His father; the one he who ruled as king of Vagus’ small world had declared him useless and thus he conceded that he was indeed so.
Life had no room for weakness and weakness was all that Vagus had to offer. Vagus had seen firsthand what happened to those who were weak, the creatures of this jungle that were foolish enough to challenge his father. A Salamence, despite boasting the attributes of a freak of nature, lay torn to pieces in a nearby clearing. A pair of Rhydon, who attempted to intrude upon his father, lay with their rock like chests shattered and insides strewn on the ground. In the very hut which he sat, the skulls of an Aggron, a Haxorus, a Dragonite and several Tyranitar adorned the w
The Era Contest
The Era Contest
Before you even read, this is a READER inserted contest for Hetalia. Continue on if you are indeed interested.
Are you still here? Great! On to the information!
A good love story between two people in a specific time period, have it be a noble and a peasant or a king selecting his potential queen. How about a greaser and a prep? Dunno, it's for you to decide! Love comes in its many forms. Follow whats happening at the time and write around it. I wanna see love presented as it would have been during that time periods, authenticity REALLY matters in this. I will be looking at the language in use, the clothes worn, the way people act (ie if one was a slave or if one was an upperclassmen.) I want to feel as though I have entered a doorway into another time period, thrust upon the everyday lives of people. I will be doi
Mira FujitaMira Fujita
Age: 532 (appears 17)
Birth date: April 24 1478
Date of Rebirth: August 1495
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Skin color: Creamy white
Hair Length: Short
Style: no distinct hair style
Eye color: Gold with purple swirl in center
Power: Can seduce any human, werewolf, or vampire and get them to do as he ask
Mate: Daisuke Yamamoto
Strength: Sex; Immune to Shiro's powers and Atlai's Poison
Weakness: Pagan Religious signs
Likes: Being near his mate; human blood after sex
Dislikes: Pedophiles; Nyxie
Desires: Kill Nyxie; Kill Lucas and Shiori
Born into noble bloodline sometime in 1478, Mira lived a sheltered life within the confines of his families estate. When he leaves the estate after his fourteenth birthday to visit one of the nearby villages,
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