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Sorry for what? Last night, I looked out side into the cascading snow.There, stooped on a mound, was a creature. With arms and legs like any man but it was just too frail. Its shoulder blades looked close to tearing out of the pale mesh that served as its skin. Each rib was defined to a grotesque degree. It sat there, stark naked in the cold as snow covered its hallow shoulders.its face was hidden by its hands and what they held.
I covered my mouth at the sight of this morbid creature. As I did so, said creature presented its face to me.Slowly his body unfurled as he turned on the loose snow covered mound. lowering his hands and what they held. His face was elongated at the snout and held many sharp teeth. His skin was stretched over each sharp edge of his features.The pale flesh was so tortuously tight around his illuminated eyes that I surely believed he could not close them.His hair hung in dirty mats around his face and over his dark eyebrows. So much like &
A Hero full of Pride It's a shame to see something so strong at it lowest. It's a shame when you realise that the thing that you believe in the most is a mere human. Flesh and bone like you. The strength that, that one human holds is the strength of changing your world with their story. One slurred story fills your mind with wonders of days passed. One slurred story continuosly played forth, etches richly in your mind. All your hopes and dreams circle that one story.
The story is filled with such pride. So much pride that you feel proud to even repeat that story. So much pride that you weep at the loss of such a story. So Much Pride that the story seems unreal.
So much pride that the human who told it to you is not worthy enough to tell the story because they are a wreck , a mock of the hero. So much pride that it hurts to realise that it is a true story and that the time of the story has long passed.So much pride that it hurts to realise that no other being could possibly follow the same story line as
Let Me DIsappearNo! Go away. I don’t need this empty void clawing at my insides. I want it to stop. Just make everything stop. No! I don’t want to know. Your lies mean nothing. Close the blinds. Turn off all the lights. Let me hide in the comfort of my dark room, keeping reality at bay. There is no need for this. Stop! I’ll burn if they see. If you see. Go. Go now! Nobody can see this. If they did, I’d be ruined. Let me go. Let me disappear. The one who comes after will have answers I cannot give. Why are you still here? Leave!
Empty.I have become empty.
Empty like the words I say.
Empty like the world I see.
Empty like the way you look at me...
Am I not someone you use to know?
Am I just here?
Am I no one to you?
I have been watching you.
Protecting you whenever you feel like you are going to break.
Catching you whenever you fall.
Looking for you so you won't get lost.
I am now a robot.
But despite not having any of these things, I have my feelings for you.
They are strong.
But I am not strong.
I miss you.
I would die for you.
I would live for you.
I want you.
I need you.
Without you, I am nothing.
Without you, I am empty.
Character Bio for HotwheelsName: Garrod harrison (or Gary for short)
Hieght: 6'2 ( six foot, 2 inches)
Wieght: 187 lbs ( 187 pounds)
Car/Vehicle: Toyota RSC
Number: 15 ( if there is one)
SpecialTerrain: Mud ( or off roading is his fav)
Back story: Gary grew up in a small village known as Fernfield, he usually helped his dad work on his car as he to raced from a very young age, Gary started racing at the age of 19 he has not ever been in a HW race yet until now.
marshall era se una vez que avia una niña llamada jozy( tulokilla80 ) y con su mejor amiga Karla (tuchamaca80)
estaban hablando de cualquier tonteria .4
jozy ayer encontre una historia de marshall y marcy ehhhh dijo karla muy alegre y emocionada _ ah loka me tienes k mandar ahhh y yo encontre un finnceline _ ahhhhh loka mandamelooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo marshall_ jajja ya te eh dicho no me digas asi ehhh_ ajaja esk no puedo evitarlo esk me encanta marshall estoy enamora de marshall yo seria la señora abader jejjejjeje dijo karla saltando de alefria por todos lados _ loka karla ya te dije marshall lee es un personaje imaginario de los creadores de la serie hora de eventura _ ohhhhhhhhhhhhh no as dicho eso vas a ver marshall va a venir y te va chuponiar el ojo vas a ver y si no viene marshall va a venir elmo wuajajajajaj _ ah loka a veceses pienso k dejarte leer y mandarte historia para leer es una mala idea _jajajja loka es broma pero tie
Sin Will Break Free
"Carrie had some sort of power. But she was just like me... like any of you. She had hopes, she had fears, but we pushed her. And you can only push someone so far before they break." -Sue Snell
Monologue Idea?Normal? What is normal? I never heard of that word in years!
I know I couldn't possibly represent that word...
Who the hell do you think I am? Look at me!
I can't even remember how I got here or why... it's just these "blackouts" have been happening to me for sometime, I can't remember exactly when they started but I know they happen. One minute I could be doing something, like watching TV and the next thing I know I wake up somewhere I don't even know about.
Sometimes I would even wake up with blood on my hands! Oh god why blood? Have I been hurting people?
Why does this happen to me? Why me? Why can't I remember anything?!
Am I going insane? No that can't be it... I, I need to figure this out, but I have this vague feeling it's something bad, really bad...
Is anyone here?! Hello? ...Hello!
...nothing...only silence... Am I alone? No, please, someone anyone, please, just let me out of here!
Maybe... it's better this way.
Yea, I can't hurt anyone in here, I hope. That has to be it... I
Daria Lo Que FueraEsto es
Mensaje De Amor
Durante Tantos Tiempo Te vi y vi en ti la paz
en ti siempre dije que hay algo especial que nos une
pero hoy nos separo.
en aquel tiempo que estuvimos Juntos Me arrepiento de unas cosas
no fui muy buena en la relacion, mientras que yo estaba celosa
de que alguien quite mi lugar , no estar en tus brazos jamas.
Pasaron Los Meses mientras no estabas
yo te buscaba y me precupaba
mientras que estabas lejos mas pensaba que si aun me querias
oh acaso ya no me amabas,en momento que no
estuviste en mi precencia pasaron cosas
yo Busque dia y noche a ti y tus amigos para hallarte.
Al finales de la noche te pensaba e imaginaba en verte
abrasandote y besandote a la vez mirandote
en los dias te dibujaba y recordaba los momentos , en mi mente
escuche tu voz , tu abrazo.
Pero en cuento la Gente me decia
Kingdoms of the Beyond Chapt 7: Victory.When his wives found him they stare at it then Georginaala
screamed. The men came running and find Vanitas dead. Some where relieved others where angry and wanted revenge. The now free wives ether went to the valley or married the man she loved in the kingdom. Back in Xehanort and Ansem's kingdoms the news of vanitas's death reached them. This brought great joy to the alphas for it meant on less man to fight to win Nova. Also it meant they had lost an ally for conquering the valley and they would have to be careful. Xehanort voiced this.
Xehanort V: we must be careful Nova Hawkfire is more powerful than we thought
His eyes glittered lustfully as he thought of her. Both wanted her the ruby headed ice eyed snow skinned beauty with a fiery temper. Both wanted her physically though she would sooner hex them than mate with them. Not that they knew that they where to crazed by there own lustful thoughts. That would be their downfall. They began to plan how they where going to invade. They wh
Punk!England x Shy!ReaderThe time was 8:37. Class started at 8:40. You were almost late. You hurried through the hallways to your class, pushing up your glasses back up your face. Clutching your book and binder to your chest, you tried your hardest not to be late to class. The crowd in the hallway was getting smaller so you walked faster, making the left into your English class. At the very last second you got to class on time, sighing in relief. You quickly made your way to your seat and sat down taking out a pencil. You copied down your notes and tried to listen to the teacher currently talking, but that was rather difficult because of all the talking people were doing.
You were the only quiet one in the whole class, rather the whole school. You excluded yourself from activities and social events. Nothing really caught your interest, and since you had no friends, you were classified as a loner. Nobody bothered to talk to you, thinking you would shun them away. That wasn't even half the truth. You would
I had a heart once. I had a heart once. I don't know when I lost it, all I know is that it was sometime ago. I believe it happened while one evening I was touring the roads on my bike. Feeling the wind through my hair, hearing it as it roared by my bare ears.
I love the way the leather grips feel under my tight fingers, or how the motor purrs between my legs. The heavy intoxicating smell of sun heated tar of the road. I will admit the odd sharp speck to the face every time a lone bug collides with me in the rush is unsettling but the whole idea that I know I'm looking cool is enough to keep me calm. Yup, heart racing fast it was definitely still there.
I sped through a small town like the jackass I am. Making the women scream and the men yell. The buildings were nice. they looked old and kinda made the town look like it was made out of toys.A little tinker town where the people are always moving.yeah,but I sped through it. That's when I believe it happened.
Racing down the sea side run. Fee
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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