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Winter's SnowThe snowfall brings joy, fun to children, and allure to the world
Although, many dislike it
It's too bitter, makes them ill,
Or is a bother before they go out and take leave their comfy warm abodes
But it's soft powdery white scenery brings out so much hope to others
The twinkle and sparkle within it
The happiness it will always have and will bring
Snowmen and snow angels everywhere,
Snowballs in the sky,
Icicles on the edges of roofs, wires, and tree branches,
Intricate and fern-like designs dancing upon window panes
People see it as a winter wonderland
Especially when it first falls
The world never knows though
That I bring them this kind blessing, this satisfaction, this wonder
Yeah me, Jack Frost
The one who people say I nip at the nose and toes
Well I'm very grateful for those who do believe in me
And I will keep coming once a year for a few months and grant your wishes.
Jack FrostOh, how lovely it is,
To peer out a window from the cozy warmth of your home
And see the whole outdoors kissed in crystalline brilliance!
As snow and ice decorate the earth
It's still amazing to think that,
With a single giant and chilling breath,
Jack Frost turns an everyday world into a sparkling,
I Love The WayI love the way you tell me that I always look beautiful,
and the way you make me laugh like no one else.
I love the way you move the hair away from my eyes,
and then kiss me on my face.
I love the way you care for me,
and hold me so near and dear to your heart.
I love the way you put your hands around my waist,
and make me feel safe.
I love the way you sing to me at random moments,
and look at me and smile.
I love the way you protect me,
the way a noble knight would for his princess.
I love the way you hug me,
and leave the smell of your cologne on my clothes.
I love the way you'd give me a gift with a thought that counts,
and a home-made card.
I love the way you’ll always be there for me,
and always have my back.
I love the way you speak your mind,
and tell me about your opinions.
I love the way you're not afraid to cry,
and show your feelings.
I love the way you talk to me,
and woo me with you're dorky pick-up lines.
I love the way you call me in the evening just to say
Our Love Still GrowsOur anniversary means a bunch,
So much more than any another ordinary day;
I dedicate my appreciation and affection for you,
And cherish you in every way I can.
Through the passing of time, our passion, our bond, still grows and grows,
A caring relationship to explore, an exciting adventure awaits;
Our life together gets better and better,
And I keep on loving you more and more.
A Love That Transcends Time
There was a time that I believed that one person can make a large difference in our lives. That one special person has made such big changes and is continuing with those changes in my life today. Ah, I remember how it was the first time I met her. I was in high school and our relationship was then formed. Without her in my life, I wouldn't have gotten the inspiration and motivation to be what I am now. Well then, I’ll begin by telling how my adventures began with her.
My encounter with Kristen started sometime back in Patriot High School during my physical education class. It started with me intently admiring her from a distance playing handball by herself, and to those who’re reading, handball was quite a fun and popular game where I came from. I really couldn’t help myself. She was so beautiful that I ended up daydreaming for a bit, that is... until I was interrupted. My friend
DepressionI hate just sitting and watching time slowly tick by,
With nothing being accomplished
I wish I had someone to make me happy, to make me smile;
Anyone I have or had now only brings sorrow
My lungs are inflating and deflating,
I only wish they would stay punctured
My body feels numb... lifeless,
I am beyond tears, my cheeks are bare
There is nothing left but torment and despair
I wonder if genuine happiness will triumph once more?
The time I spend waiting seems infinite
I'm not sure what makes me hold on, still grasping;
I feel strong but yet so weak
I wonder if it will ever end...
That miniature spec of hope keeps me breathing,
But it also keeps me dead.
Star WarsTeach me how to fly, or the mind tricks of the Jedi,
With a light saber in hand, it's not something I'll forget
Origins of the Sith, wrapped so precariously in myth
Will you gun for the Light Side, or be like Jango Fett?
Now, fight! Even droids know what is right!
Learn to pilot a starship, and next you're on a trip
To the Outer Rim, force or guided whim,
Smooth work you did, you're gonna fly far, kid.
With some old space charts and the Jedi Arts
Fight against the cruel Dark Side, fight against the cruel Dark Side
Or use lightning chains coursing through your veins
Let the Dark Force be your guide, and start turning to its side.
Kashykk or Tatooine, there's always something unforseen,
Jedi Masters in the room, the court will now convene.
Now someone killed your friend, now you should hunt them to the end
Anger coursing through your heart, and you've no one on to lean.
Now, fight! Even droids know what is right!
Learn to pilot a starship, And next you're on a trip
To the Outer Rim, Forc
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FallenWhat is this horrible, damnable sensation,
Where I've lost all ability for creation?
Not a single word written on this blank page,
Nor art or lyric, deserted by my sage.
This thing of beauty yet mostly scandalizing terror,
The cyberspace, which represents success and error;
That's taken my muse and my mind's creativity,
Well done, internet, you have slain me.
I amI’m like a puzzle,
All my different scars show you where I was broken
And then glued back together again.
I’m like a painting,
All the colors and textures up close look a mess and unfixed
But standing back they show you something beautiful and wonderful.
I’m like a tree,
Standing tall and strong against the wind and the rain
Giving shelter to those that need it from the hazardous conditions of life.
I’m like the river,
Flowing freely and full of life
Never tied down, but always on the path of life.
I am one with myself,
I am beautiful,
I am strong,
And I am free.
I'm Sorry, Reggie.You were a gift from my ex.
A toy stuffed monkey.
I don't know if I can keep you anymore.
I don't know if I am the same boy
Who always loved and cared for you.
Room is running out in my heart.
I know you never asked to be a part
Of the crossfire, the collateral damage, a victim.
You deserve better, and I will make sure
You get every bit of love and devotion you need.
I know a fellow co-worker who is going home to Brazil
She would love to take care of you, and more
Than I ever could.
You always make me think of her
And a deep pain in the solar plexus results.
But this is no fault of yours.
I repeat, this is not your fault.
The blame is entirely on me.
I don't deserve your love and compassion.
I cuddled you during the nightmares of the first breakup.
But now that the second one has passed, I don't know
If I can do this any longer.
Reggie, you're making this difficult.
Your buttoned eyes, wide smile,
The heart sewn on your chest.
Loving everyone with such open honesty.
The Way of AveragesMost of us aren't special or privileged. We will never be royalty or even important in the grand scheme of things. Achievements will be average at best and suffering will, for the most part, be equal.
We will all weigh the good from the bad and measure life accordingly. Self-loathing and self-pity will be a given at one point or another and we will all say things like “why me, why me”. But good things don't just happen to kings and bad things don't just happen to you.
At the top of the world there are, but a few and we are the rest. This is the way of averages. This is the norm, good, bad, or otherwise indifferent.
Mist ForestLike a cold, dark prison, the forest captures stray patrols
Those who venture in rarely ever come back out
Its dark, leafless trees as tall and cold as the bars in a dungeon
Thick mist always sitting in low to the ground
Dread is thick in the air
The ground so rocky it hurts the paws of even dragons from Trici Domini
The air so cold it burns the lungs of ice dragons
The white bones of dragons are like the gates of Trici Domini’s dungeon
Go in, and you will never come back out
Large and mysterious, it is all too easy to get lost here
Night predators live here
Creatures with teeth that pierce the hides of dragons
Creatures who can crush bones with their jaws
Only two of the hundreds of predators here
Yet we still enter
We still wander into the dark forest
Most of us never come back out
Dark shadows seem to move on their own
The mist itself is rumored to be alive
A predator waiting for its prey
An ignorant dragon to wander alone into its jaws
Into the jaws o
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one blockI've got so many dreams,
but such little ambition.
I've got a closet full of love;
yet focus attrition.
Slip out the keyhole,
open the lock;
my mind is a riddle,
stunned by one block.
A Question of the Self-Concept.There is a recurring male response to do something so incredibly idiotic after an emotionally traumatizing and demoralizing event in their life. Despite the fact that catharsis is debunked. Luckily, I have been able to repress this urge and move on from it.
I could've leaked nude photographs or shattered a literal glass jar of hearts onto the pavement of the street where I used to call a second home. A place where I felt like my voice mattered and carried weight, but it was only a sinking anchor to the deep end of a suffocating blue death. I gave up drugs and alcohol, just to allow my ex-girlfriend the ease of mind and consolidation that it was us versus her addict father and whatnot.
So, in a way, the more you hate someone, the more you loved them before. It's because you resent them so much for changing so much and too fast, from how much better they were before. How much more committed you thought they were. How you felt that wasting hours and days lying in bed with them was a worth
I did not learnWhen I was little they used to say,
“Kids can be cruel.”
That a boy liked you if he pushed you down on the playground, scraping the skin of your knees on the pavement.
They told me so many times.
So many times that I believed it.
And when it started in fourth grade I thought it was normal,
That it was a rite of passage.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
It echoed as they teased me for my hair or glasses.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
As I grew, and kids were no longer kids.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
When I found solace in being alone, surrounded by my books and walls.
I did not learn to love myself from some ten-minute video in class,
Or from my parents cooing “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Every time after I came home from a day of silence and torture.
I learned it
From the internet.
From the faceless forums I would go home to
After being teased
And called countless things.
And to this day my da
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