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with these wingswith these wings by herebewonder
“I thought the afterlife would be different than this,” said Steve.
“Yeah. Being an angel sounded more…important. Who knew angels spent so much time looking in people’s windows?” said Evan.
“Hey guys,” said Christine, “The couple in 4B is doing it on the kitchen table again!”
“Be right there,” said Evan. “You know, I almost feel bad about all this spying.”
“Yeah,” said Steve, “good thing there’s no guilt in Heaven.”
Inspire nothingBorn and raised, tossed in schoolInspire nothing by mardainheartnet
Hopeless, nameless, dont know what to do.
Some remained close, others faded away
Felt quite alone at the end of the day
I sat outside, wandered and saw
By looking at nothing I sat at awe
Inspired by it I started to see
A vague outline of what I could be
So sit, close your eyes and maybe do nothing
doing so might help get something
the ocean skythe ocean sky by herebewonder
You don’t need pixie dust to sail the ocean sky.
There is no magic involved. No tricks.
In order to sail the eighth sea, you need only two things: a little imagination, and a good, strong boat.
Sean surveyed the boats at the marina.
He had plenty of imagination. The rest, he could steal.
MonsterNightmares. I would always have them. Always see them as they truly are. See a land fading to dust and ruble. A realm of death. Not a sound. Not even the sound of branches snapping with the force of the wind or its howl to follow. I stare ahead of me....into the path in which I've caused. Where bodies lay unmoving and bloodied.Monster by Amberlynn19atSketch
My eyes narrow. My sight goes to my hand. Where blood coats it in a red shimmer. Not my own but that of my enemies. No thoughts of "What have I done?" Only the calm expression of someone insane.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Hearing the screams of unfortunate souls that died crossing my blade. A monster. Is that the right saying? A monster doesn't feel. A monster only CRAVES. A kind of hunger that dives deep and never feels full enough.
A smile creeps on my face. A monster, is the one who can remain uncaring even in the most terrible of bloodshed. When the cries of their prey don't even register as the silence them forever.
No, a monster is what is standing there with
Dear Friend,Dear Friend,Dear Friend, by SarcasticCupcake5
You are the friend I need so much, but will never meet. Whether we talk only every so often or talk daily, you're all I've got. You keep my sanity in check when the rest of my life is wearing it down.
For the record, when I say I have no friends, I don't mean to hurt you. I do consider you to be my friend, honest, and I appreciate your friendship more than little black words can ever describe. Its just unfortunate that having only internet friends has intense limits. You are never bound to be sitting on my bed, laughing as you watch me eat more chocolate than my small size would suggest. We will never be cracking up for no reason at three in the morning, while sitting in the middle of your trashed bedroom. Just as you can never give me any of the hugs we share through keyboards. I wish that's not that way it was, but unless you are secretly my next door neighbor, that's what we have to work with.
I hate bothering you, and you can't see the tears through the screen.
Dear MomDear Mom,Dear Mom by SarcasticCupcake5
I need to talk to you although I don't know that you'll listen. Talking to myself isn't helping and you're my mom right? You are supposed to be here for me.
I don't know that you are though. (Like that dumb sixth grade graduation when 95% of the other parents were there and you weren't.) I tell myself you are my mother of course you love me, but should I have to stop and think about it?
My life is complicated now but then again, aren't all of our lives? I live online. Not in a selfie taking, twitter obsessed teenager girl kind of way. Its more like my place of comfort. Where I lay wrapped softly in a thin blanket of anonymity, whispering my stories to the world safely. I couldn't read my stories to you. I like some if not all of them, I don't need you bashing something that I care about.
If I could show you, would you even be proud of me? Now I'm not good yet but...I'm improving. Maybe you wouldn't care about my potential to be good. And yo
Writing Tips and So Much MoreBeing a writer (or trying to be), I looked up a whole bunch of deviantART guides on writing and other related articles.Writing Tips and So Much More by SarcasticCupcake5
So if you are in the same boat I am (one that is quickly sinking into shark infested waters). I have some tips for you, or rather, I have a list of other people's articles you should read. (With a little commentary from me. ) These aren't in any particular order, so don't assume the first article will be much more helpful than the sixth or seventh. I like the guides that talk to the reader and make it personal. Like "I know from personal experience that writer's block can be a challenge. God, don't we all know. But I have some great tips." So go ahead and check out all of these great resources.
1) So You Want To Be A Writer
This is the most brutally honest w
My Life Story Isn't A Poem This is what it feels like to crumble down in a blazing squall.My Life Story Isn't A Poem by Milk-and-Pie
You are muffled gunshots wrecking yourself in high speed collision with his brass armor. You compress every eruption by choking ashes and swallowing shatter glasses because god forbid you are a frostbitten girl with hitched breath and messed up mascara and god forbid you are explosive and god forbid you crumble down because no, you are an inspiration and you are clenched fist and sculpted chest, you are concrete and you are statue, you are the ice cold dusk and YOU DON'T GET TO FALL.
And somewhere between waiting the incoming of a knight in a white horse and the utter destruction of a gale force hurricane, you vomit pills and anesthetize your heartbeat in a locked bathroom, you are a sinking ship with polished medals and you are a callused writer with in
Chapter One- The Promise"Lying in my bed, I hear the clock ticking, think of you. Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new...." The song faded in the background.Chapter One- The Promise by Amberlynn19atSketch
Daniel set at the bar.
He found himself there most days, drinking and everyday was the same. The place had karaoke and people who didn't know how to sing but there was one that stole the stage and he found himself listening. Lost in that voice that held so much heat.
Most that sung had no feeling. Their hearts did not reflect the song and they would stutter or fail to be in sync with it. Honestly he found it annoying but he couldn't do any better really.
He rose his hand to the bartender. "Another shot." He all but demanded.
The bartender gave him a look of uncertainty, it was his eighth one, but grabbed another shot glass and poured him another round.
"Thanks." Daniel grabbed it and drunk it in one shift motion.
His eyes peered at the beautiful singer on stage as she reached her heights and sung with the passion of a graceful artist.
War of Chaos Chapter IXIXWar of Chaos Chapter IX by Agent36496
With spoken guidance, the black dragon carried his elf friend to a district that he recognised as Tyburn. Where he landed, he already detected the aura of the elves before he could hear the tip. He alit upon a garden that seemed to take up a block. How he loved to see nature. The elves seemed to be enjoying each other’s company. However, there was more. He detected the energy signature that he was glad to find. By the time the dragon’s feet touched the ground—except that of his wounded leg—the elf hopped off and orated, “There is more to tell you than where we shall be found.”
Hearing the comment, a few elves were pushed out of the way, so five men were seen. They all had black hair. They wore black overcoats over black trousers, matching vests, solid-black ties, and white shirts. Ares turned to Eimhin, and asked, “Where were these fellows found?”
Eimhin replied, “They managed to find us.”
The formally-dressed man, possibly
THE BLADE WARRIOR - SAMPLETHE BLADE WARRIOR - SAMPLE by PhilipBrocklehurst
Journey to the vanished kingdom of an ancient time, a realm that defies reality, a place beyond the fabric of imagination. A world of old, a time of swords and sorcery; of men and beasts; of honour and valour; of peace and peril. This is the realm of Rygar.
It was land full of such wonder and mystery to the wondering traveller, but look past the painted veil, see with the eyes of truth to gaze within the surface and it was a world of life for those born and raised in their merry existence of spiritual prosperity, loving enrichment and thrilling adventure; and death for those unfamiliar with the indigenous species far from human that rarely accepted strangers of any tribe, the dangerous wildlife of many shapes, of many sizes higher up on the food chain than man and the hostile thieves and nomads waiting to pillage and plunder, all prowling in the unseen cracks beneath the woodwork.
These every day endangerments, the norm, nature in balance, were considered a blessing in the par
Ch. 3: All for CamillaCh. 3: All for Camilla by RierieMaree
Sitting in silence, I scooped a spoonful of peas and shovelled them into my mouth, prepared for the foul taste I have always dreaded. Having a family dinner was second on my list of things to dread. My Dad sat across from me, slumped like I should be, and my younger brother, Dax, sat like a Queen in his high chair. No wonder he makes no friends in preschool, he thinks he is too good for all of the screaming brats.
As for Mum, she could be seen in the only photo-frame Dad would let us keep of her. I will never forget the argument we had when I stuck heaps of photos of her to my wall and he just ripped them off. I taunted him, you’ll never be good enough for her, you never were. She was patient enough to wait five years before becoming a spitting image of your wife before her. I cried on the phone to Camilla that night, talking about how much I wish Mum took me and Dax with her.
“Did you find Camilla on the weekend?” He asked, all of a sudden. I looked up to his unshave
War of Chaos Chapter IIIIIIWar of Chaos Chapter III by Agent36496
With the use of the dark energy that the black dragon generated, the night was black as it was meant to be. He actually caused rain clouds for the night. He had spent much of his day eating. He felt close to the sorcerers now, and wanted to know that he could trust them perfectly. That was why, by the time the sky went completely dark, Ares showed what he was up to. Before the dragon, who sat with his paws folded, lay a pair of daggers. The sorcerers approached, sharing a curious expression. Even though Ares had told of his feelings, he was still unpredictable to them.
He abruptly asked, “What know you about a blood oath?”
Kamadai replied as he and his former apprentice approached, “I am familiar with it, but it is not a tradition among my clan.”
“But it is tradition among my clan and those of a couple others. This makes a good point.”
“So, that is what this is about?” Kuro spoke. “You want us to draw blood, but for what?”
Imagine....Imagine.... by growinluvhandles
Imagine . . . a world where we could all be this fat and happy! Where everyone could be satisfied and comfortable just letting it all hang out. All our love and all our creativity would be fostered and would bloom.
No one would have any desire to fight or be better than anyone else. A place full of curiosity and wonder. Where we wouldn't have anything to worry about, no prejudice, no hunger, no unmet need or desire.
I picture a heaven on earth. A place where we could all be comfortable enough with who we are that we wouldn't let anyone put us down. Where no one would want to put us down. A place where we could enjoy life to the fullest!
Can you believe what a joyous place this would be? World peace would be here, and we could all just sit around, eating, cooking, writing poetry, singing, painting, dancing . . .
And we could spend our days enjoying being with each other -- enjoying each others' inner and outer beauty and all the wonders of this earth....
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
Love?Another night underneath the stars without you.Love? by katamaris4ever
But with whom? I’ll never know
Because I haven’t found the right person to share it with
And so I moonlight as a daydreamer.
I don’t think I’ll ever find love
The way people tell me.
Because the way they describe love is weird
And I don’t like it.
But I never rule out the chance
That like a bolt from the blue
Someone will be waiting out there
Somewhere, sometime, somehow.
But I realize that if I can’t find the one
Then I’ll be the one.
Alone but not isolated
Hopeless but not frustrated.
And I realized that I’m a good sport
But a terrible player.
So it’s fine to cheer on the sidelines
And tell the others to win the game.
So I’ll just play my music
Because I won’t have to face it.
And hopefully when the last song fades
I’ll find you waiting for me.
Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guessThe full moon glistened upon the darkness of the mountains. Not a burst wave of wind blowing through the night autumn sky. A perfect night to go star gazing with loved ones. A perfect night to take your best gal on the trip of her life. Instead I sit here on the mountains, alone, wasting my breath. The only warmth provided for I is the cigarette I have lit to calm my nerves. Not everyday your best friend goes missing, and suddenly you're the main suspect.Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guess by LGROSARIO
Just an average day, like any other, until your mother screams that the police are at the door. Knowing my past records with the law, I took her cries as warning and fled out the back door. My heart nearly jumping out of my chest, sprinting like the mad man I was. The thick wind struck my face, my breathing becoming nearly impossible as i found I couldn't stop. Fear had taken over my body and all common sense. Running was my only option. Running was my only escape. Running was my only way to safety. But that was four hours ago.
No Light, No Hope Part I"I can feel my soul being pulled back into the darkness, and I don't know whether to just accept it. I close my eyes and allow myself to fall backwards into the darkness. My heart screams at me, telling me there is no reason to go back to the dark. But it is not true. There is no more light, nothing to give me hope. I am to forever be alone. That is what the world wants. I don't belong in this world, this life. I don't have anything to look forward to. Good bye to all, my soul and heart are broken and no more. I am now a hollow shell of nothing. This was meant to be. There is no light, there is no hope."No Light, No Hope Part I by LGROSARIO
Loki X Reader: Sherlock's Simulacrum A/N: The Reader's Character, in other words you, is the adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne. In this AU, all heroes whether they are from Marvel or DC exist but the focus will be on the Avengers (sounds like a big mess but I promise I'll try my best so that it isn't).Loki X Reader: Sherlock's Simulacrum  by FollowingTheCreed
Definition of Simulacrum: a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance.
The weather outside of the police department was horrendous. The storm seemed to wage war against the city of Gotham as a little girl with tear filled eyes sat in a chair next to the commissioner's desk in a jacket that was too big for her petite figure.
"She's the only survivor," an officer whispered to the women who was supposed to come in and talk to you. "That man used to abduct children from the orphanage and conduct sadistic experiments on them. She was the only one s
TadashixSick!Reader - So Called CompanyAlso featuring Baymax. Minor mature situation, not a lemon. Younger readers- nothing to see here. Older readers- proceed as normal. Contains fluff. Being forced to stay in. Dreadful. Feeling under the weather. Tormenting.TadashixSick!Reader - So Called Company by Lady-Paladin-Skye
You were staying at the Hamada residence since your parents were working. The lady of the house, Cass, made arrangements for you to stay. She insisted for you not to hesitate to ask if you needed anything. You didn't want to take advantage of her hospitality or be frivolously needy, so you just nodded like a good girl. In her nephews' shared room is where you stayed. You'd been in there before. With Tadashi. . .
A low rumbling came from your stomach, demanding nourishment. Pulling out your phone you coughed. Tears escaped your tear ducts. It sucked being as sick as you were. You had two unread texts which you opened.
Get well soon (name). Take care soldier. -Gogo
OMG (name) we miss you so much! Hope you feel better. P.S. Tadashi misse
Rin Okumura x Reader - Bittersweet GoodbyeArt by the talented :iconrumi-kuu:Rin Okumura x Reader - Bittersweet Goodbye by Lady-Paladin-Skye
He was reluctant to let go of her.
The only woman he ever loved.
And who loved him in return.
But as fate would have it, the two would not be meant to be.
It was a beautiful summer morning. The inchoate sun stretching out into the sky; a glittering jewel of fantastic light. It dawned ever so majestically over Asiyah.
And then there was something not so majestic. Or rather someone.
The half-demonling sprawled in his sleep, snoring loudly. Light beams emanating from the sun graced his closed eyelids. He groaned and shielded his tiresome eyes with a pillow.
"Rise and shine Rin," his bright and early roommate said.
Rin grunted unwillingly. But his roommate wasn't keen on letting him sleep. As class rep, he condoned that behavior. He pulled out an air horn and blew it in Rin's ear. Rin's eyes snapped open and he woke with a start.
"What the hell Yukio?! You could
A Life Renewed, Plus One - BH6 tributePlease read the description first. Opened eyes. Fluorescent lights. Low beeping.A Life Renewed, Plus One - BH6 tribute by Lady-Paladin-Skye
He can feel his heartbeat reverberating. Faint but comforting. His senses were inchoate. He lay in a bed in an obtuse angle. The room was doused in white. Neutral. Blank. Symbolic to his emotions. His attention shifted to objects. He recalled what they were similar to a child discerning something in curiosity. Soft pink and white flowers with down turned petals caught his eye. They didn't spring to life, much like he; it rendered them delicate, beau. He regarded this with benevolence.
Bliss turned to loneliness. It wasn't capriciousness; he felt the need for human interaction. He tried sitting up, but the motion caused a chaffing in his lower back. He unstressed and the pain subsided. Company would have to find him consequently. His head titled to the door. People were passing by, all with a sense of purpose. Resolute fading, he naps. Time seemed stagnant. Or time simply was not of concern
The Ship Of No ReturnGathered SoulsThe Ship Of No Return by DraganTheMighty
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
Thought I'm left the one
to live and tell the tale,
But human wisdom
is condemned to fail.
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
We dare to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
Some of us can't stand it,
they just give in,
The others we keep going,
sailing deep in!
Through frost and fog,
an uncharted land,
We dare to step
on NoMan's Sand!
The Treasure On The Mountain
That Never Was,
The Gold Inside The Cave
Of The Demon Loss!!!
Pictures of a future,
it was not to be,
each of us will face,
It's too late to flee!
Back To The Ship
Of No Return,
Of Many Men
Back again to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
No one could stand it,
They all give in!
Left Alone I'm Sailing
The Sea Of UnSin!!!
On The Ship Of No Return,
Going HomeREVISED (02-04-2015)Going Home by Immer-Frei
LIGHTS UP on LILLY, a little girl who is reading a book while sitting in the waiting room of a Veteran’s Hospital. She’s all alone in the waiting room, amongst the eerily quiet hospital.
LILLY [via recording; spoken to the audience as she reads]
Well, here I am again. Usually my mother is able to wait with me while my father goes away to the examination room for a while… But, today is different. Today was the first time I’ve seen my father cry… He was so embarrassed… He fell on his way inside the hospital and couldn’t get up. Ma and I couldn’t get him up either… I ran for help inside the hospital, but no one would help me. They were either too busy to even notice me, or too scared to even help because they were vets with Post Traumatic… They just stammered and stumbled away from me. Thank goodness another patient and his family heading into the hospital was able to help us. But now, I’m alone. I just
To Force a TearsheddingTo Force a Tear by Ellen-Souler
drowning eyes until dead
when emotions are doused
notion to cry
unheard of theory
when eyes stutter dry
weak and weary
force a tear force a frown
in the end is too hard now
when elbows scraped
when earth would quake
nightmares kept us up
we would cry
hold our teddy
hold our pillow
hold our mama
hold our daddy
we are big girls and boys now
tears were taken away
and now we harbor desert pain
Sandman visits to soak our tears
while we sleep
when life come to focus
no more kaleidoscope eyes
we all weep inside
They Say I Do NothingAs I lay on the cold carpet that covers the hard floor.They Say I Do Nothing by traumatized-wolf
Being the most selfish human I can possibly be.
Not caring or giving two damns about any aspect of life.
Everything is simply done on its own.
As the dishes pile up to the high heavens.
The faucet's knobs magically turn on their own once ready.
First warm water then a splash of cold.
The plastic bottle of soap lifts itself from the counter.
And squeezes it's fragrant, oily liquid onto the filth stained platters.
While the shriveled up rags make their way into the clouded water.
Cleaning every dirty dish til clean and placed away.
The crumbs, strands of hair and dirt make an army across the floor.
Declaring war to ruin the carpet.
Until the vacuum's cord snakes its way to a plug.
Igniting it's on switch that eventually allows it's suction to glide over and win the war.
The empty fridge and cabinets talk among themselves.
Exchanging grocery ideas as a pen rises in the air.
As a piece of paper slides underneath it.
The pen writ
Platonic ComfortNocturnal sights callPlatonic Comfort by BlackIceNordic8
coupled mortals lying
upon muffled forest beds.
Lustrous lead sky pricked,
by glass beads bracing
within voided foxholes.
Shaded beams claw
instigating internalized visions.
phantom foe projecting anxieties.
and friends embrace;
guarding against wandering minds.
The Ancient Magus Bride (Mahoutsukai no Yome)Sup,The Ancient Magus Bride (Mahoutsukai no Yome) by GoodGuyRychard
Before I go into detail on The Ancient Magus Bride (Mahoutsukai no Yome), there are things a few things you need must consider. First, it is a slow paced story, that does a good job of creating characters that have very solid personalities and introduces a nostalgic world that doesn't feel boring, but keeps an air of mystery to itself. Though the demographic for this manga is classified as shounen, there is little to actual battles that take place in the ( at the time of this writing) fifteen chapters. The story unfolds at at a slave auction where we meet Hatori Chise, a young fifteen year old, who has been in and out of slave trading every since her mother died; add to the fact that she has been treated like an outcast and you have the perfect emo for our story. In all seriousness, she is a slay vega, think queen bee of the magic world, meaning her body has adapted to consume large amounts of magic and also be able to expel said magic. The effect does have a
The Autism CreatureStanding before you is the Autism Creature.The Autism Creature by ProjectOWL
There are many of its species,
But scientists are still studying its behaviours and mind.
Do not touch the Autism Creature.
It could lash out at you at any moment.
We have never actually touched it before,
But we don't want to take any chances.
A poor, poor thing, the Autism Creature is.
It cannot fend for itself, nor communicate
And it is not capable of registering emotion.
There are many subspecies of Autism Creature
Although they all share similar traits.
The Autism Creature is a shy, timid beast.
It's behaviour is erratic and unpredictable,
Therefore we warn the public not to come to close
Should they encounter one.
Should you encounter an Autism Creature,
Do not approach it.
It shall not harm you from a distance.
If you do feel intimidated,
Remind yourself that they are purely driven by instinct.
They are incapable of feeling emotion.
They don't know any better.
But most importantly,
Remind yourself that they are nothing but an animal
RefugeFierce armies marchRefuge by wordturner
Storm the clouds
Rain destruction down
Leave me exposed
Cold bare and naked
In want of shelter
Unable to fake it
Wicked winds compel me
Ever beyond pain
To spill across the page
Fragile human stain
Ink drops bleed out
Will be the death of me
Until calm refuge
Again becomes my destiny
gray matterleak controlgray matter by wordturner
Home is Where the Heart Decayscracked & weary bones crumbleHome is Where the Heart Decays by Emilwicz
arising from ashen destruction, a you I know not of
you’re not the butterflies playing my ribs like piano
you’re not heavy tempo heart beats
keeping me from feeling that that breath would be my end
you are glistening fishing sinkers and I the
worm on your hook
You are the salt and I am a strung salmon
meant to be seasoned
you’re not butterflies playing my ribs
you’re knives bypassing liquefied bones
but you still live inside wastelanded chest cavities, and instead
of being scared of you I call you home
The Lights ft. Edgar Allan PoeIThe Lights ft. Edgar Allan Poe by xandermartin98
See the phone towers with the lights-
What a world of mischief and sorrow their pattern foretells!
How they twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
In the icy air of night!
While the clouds that are gray
And so boring, seem to snicker
As they watch over the street known as Gay;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Philadelphian rhyme,
To the long-word-I-don't-know-what-it-means that so visually delights
From the lights, lights, lights, lights,
Lights, lights, lights-
From the flickering and the twinkling of the lights.
Feel the ominous Morse Code message of the lights,
What a world of tightly packed buildings and traffic their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of midnight
How they ring out their delight!
From the creepy redden lights,
And an insight,
What a lot of lost sleep I once owed
To the white light reflected onto a certain window making it look
Like the moon!
Oh, from out the dormhouse cells,
What a gush of imprisoned restless students wantin
I'm Fine "I'm fine," I say for the millionth time.I'm Fine by VioletRogue
It was just a poem.
Written word meant to rhyme.
"I'm really okay," I say again.
It was just a piece,
A story to tell,
An emotional tale to be told.
"I'm good," I assure them.
Over and over again.
These words were just words
Just ink on lined paper.
To Kill the Human RaceRed hair and aTo Kill the Human Race by RierieMaree
She must be here
To save the human race.
But not around
What men call tits.
And the men
Are full of thirst.
She is incapable
Of pulling back.
While the men
Red hair and a
She must have tried
To save the human race.
I Promise, You're Not BrokenDon't cry,I Promise, You're Not Broken by Asterlia
You're not alone,
not the only one,
You're just a little lost,
a bird who flies to the wrong tree and forgets
it has wings to choose another
So you wait there,
numb from the cold
holding onto the chill of the air
because it's the only thing you know
And you're too scared
to let go
of the branch
but that's okay
Because you have legs,
You can stand up
take a step,
prove to them that they're wrong,
that you're not weak,
you're not worthless
you can fight this,
you can win
You have two hands,
But the numbers don't matter
Because you're still you
even if they change
Subtract a limb, a smile,
the ability to move
Take it all away
And you're still not broken
You're not a glass bottle that shatters
when dropped on concrete
You can brush the blood
and the tears
from your stained clothes and
move on from whatever it was that
caused the lights to disappear from your eyes
and the clock to stop ticking
I promise, you're
School, Tests, and All The RestI'm not smart enough for this.School, Tests, and All The Rest by VioletRogue
I have no answer for this question.
The more I search my brain,
The more I feel inadequate.
I cannot fathom the correct answer.
Didn't I study this for hours?
Why is your intellect based
On such trivial things?
Apparently, I am not as smart as I thought.
Why don't I know what to write?
This test is a nightmare.
Why can't I get this right?
The only thing about me I was proud of
Has now vanished
Because my textbook knowledge
Wasn't up to par.
indelible girlIndelible girl, slid under my skinindelible girl by AvianHartridge
Shades of blue and gold swirling through me like ink
Couldn’t get you out if I wanted to
No knife could cut you from me,
This sweet fire in my skin, God how you burn
Can’t let go, don’t want to
WantingI dreamed of touchingWanting by AvianHartridge
Dreamed of the sharp breaths and quiet whimpers
Of cradling your delicate body in my arms
As I ran my fingers across your skin and learned the feel of your curves
Wanted to find out if the heat of my mouth would melt your snowy skin
If my fingers would brush away the delicate parts of you and reveal the iron underneath
Wanted to know what you’d taste like
The metal tang of iron and the soft slide of silk
Or the gentle bite of snowflakes melting quickly
Never thought of fixing you
Just wanted to lay you out and take you apart piece by piece
Wanted to find the hidden places in you that no one had touched
To claim each inch with searing kisses and gentle words
Wanted to know how my name sounded as it rolled off your tongue
And how it tasted as I kissed it from your lips
Wanted to feel the fluttering pulse in your throat against my tongue
Wanted to mark you with my lips and teeth
Leave your pale paper skin with marks like drops of purple ink
Wanted to pull the s
Storm Trilogy - Storm's RavageDawn illuminates the suburbs;Storm Trilogy - Storm's Ravage by ArtsyAmbassadorArt
Damage is now revealed,
From where night concealed
The storm’s ravage…
Trees torn and tattered,
Cars crushed and crumpled,
Buildings left in bits
And streets all shredded.
Support crews appear.
Restoration will begin
For all that remains,
With mere lament for the lost
Despair grips the suburbs;
Assaulted by an F-5,
Many may be trapped alive!
Imprisoned in rubble
They yearn to be salvaged,
Suffocating and praying
To see the living light.
Shouting and writhing
With whatever is left,
Clinging to uncertain hope.
Time passes in the suburbs;
Though rescue is progressing,
Time is ever lessening
For the absent residents
And their families’ faiths.
Many curse nature,
Some condemn fate,
A few deny its reality,
Yet all harbor a common consensus;
The suburbs will never be the same.
Destruction is a cruel reality.
We acknowledge its existence
But don’t believe it could befall us
Until coming when least expected,
Rattling our lives forever.
The Vampire's AnthemTo no one I kneel.The Vampire's Anthem by TimesFire90
Against all I fight.
Such is my fate
as a creature of the night.
My skin so pale,
almost pure white.
My eyes so red
to give humans a fright
for they knew not
who I was at first sight.
Now, it's too late.
Into their neck I bite.
Draining them of blood
is an utter delight
which I enjoy
'til the breaking of dawn's light
of which I flee
at the very sight.
Storm Trilogy - Perfect StormIt’s storming in the suburbs;Storm Trilogy - Perfect Storm by ArtsyAmbassadorArt
Rain continues to fall
Like a thick, liquefied wall,
Soaking the narrow streets.
The torrent is ceaseless,
As if the melancholy clouds
Were an endless, raging reservoir.
Winds rustle the foliage,
Rattle roofs and jostle cars.
All power bails out,
Though chaos has just begun.
Skies disturbed in the suburbs;
The thunder and lightning
Reveal a threat more frightening.
Clouds above are locked in spin,
Gales gather and circulate,
A pillar of gray gusts grows,
Snaking towards Earth
The tornado meets its mark.
A perfect storm it is.
Panic stirs in the Suburbs;
Families awake hide deep,
Though others remain fast asleep!
There was no forewarning,
Not a siren or sign,
Nor a way to view media.
The fearsome funnel looms,
Blazing trails of destruction
On course for the suburbs.
All pray to last ‘till day.
Have Faith - AcrosticHave hope, have faith,Have Faith - Acrostic by ArtsyAmbassadorArt
All malice has its end.
Verily, anything can change,
Even in darkness lies inner light.
For be it life, love or peace,
All good in time must cease.
In place of grief, have belief;
There is reason why, recovery will come.
Have hope, have faith…
The Book Girl“The Book Girl"The Book Girl by Shadowkat678
Once there lived a young girl named Emily, her head full of blond curls and eyes a clear sky blue. To many, she seemed a queer child, never speaking unless spoken to and always found stuck firmly within the pages of a book. Without a real family, young Emily was left bouncing from foster home to foster home time and time again, never staying in one place long enough for friends. Nothing seemed to be constant, and to the world, this was a girl truly and utterly alone...but in her mind she wasn't, not really. She had stories, and her dreams. They were the one thing that she could always turn to. As long as she read, she couldn't possibly be alone.
Little Emily often sat for hours on end, her mind flying far off to places she knew her feet would never roam. In those moments, she wasn't some forgotten tiny child huddled away in a stuffy corner, but something more, something far better. They called it unhealthy, all the time her eyes would scan ov
My PietaEyes so serene as your body relaxed,My Pieta by mrgreendots
your passing never passed until
a gravestone was all I had.
An edged slab of marble unwelcoming, cold,
won't compare to the lingering life
so close to behold.
I miss how I missed you
when I missed you the most,
as love's just crux howls
only when losing its host.
Thus through such virtue
I could lastly accept mine,
enough so to nurture,
and cry for my Pieta
one last time.
Watery Coffin It was an awful storm. The agitated ocean sent its dark and foamy waves crashing loudly on the beaches and slamming against the cliffs. Powerful lightning and repetitive thunder seemed to be breaking the sky into pieces. The waves sent the water spraying to an incredible height.Watery Coffin by necropoetus
I was freezing.
'Zaid!' I kept screaming his name. My throat hurt making my voice sound raw. 'Zaid!'
The raindrops were big and fell, like speeding bullets, out of the murky sky. They felt like a suffocating curtain of water.
We decided to make our way to England after we finished dealing with unpleasant family business in Germany. Family relations were never really my forte. We were to retrieve some documents from an acquaintance that was coincidently unaware of their content or value. A Spanish fellow kindly offered to take us to Gwithian, a small coastal village in west Cornwall, in exchange for a small fee. However, his short temper proved itself a handful. We stopped
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