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For someone.... part 1
All this time, I never knew...
So many things I wish i could change...
Holding your hand...
Stroking your hair..
Wiping your tears...
I wish i could hold you close and tell you you'll never be alone again
Even if the world doesnt accept us..
... I would always be there for you
I wish i could make you happy...
And give you all the things you deserve.
Experiencing things together that neither of us ever knew
Why cant it be like this...
Why cant i reach out to you
I want to feel the warmth of your body next to mine..
Enjoy the gentle touch of your skin and the fragrance of your hair
Just the two of us in this world...
... Even for just a moment...
Let's pretend we're all we have
Our private world where no one can hurt us
Where nothing else matters but you and me...
Won't you join me in this world together?
Just for a moment.... Let's pretend
There's This Girl...
Her label is "weird,"
She doesn't fit in.
Her socks never match,
She's a little too loud.
Her hair's usually a mess,
She fights depression every day.
Her body isn't skinny,
She laughs over everything.
Her heart's on her sleeve,
She's self-conscious and insecure,
Her clothes aren't preppy,
She cries really easily.
Her eyes disappear when she smiles,
She puts her trust in the wrong people.
Her arms are scarred,
She loves her family.
Her pets are her children,
She writes her feelings.
Her heads in the clouds,
She knows she isn't perfect.
Her self is never good enough.
She's everything you thought you wanted.
Her selfishness misses you,
She knows you're better off without her.
LetterToSelfDear Little Me:
There are some things I'd like to tell you, some others that I wish you'd never find out.
You see, growing up won't solve all your problems like you used to believe.
Actually, growing up it's not like anything you've ever imagined.
Imagination, that's the key of our childhood isn't it?
Yes my dear, hold on to your dreams while you can listen to me while I'm older though not so wise.
Trying times will come, but you'll get through them, relaying on your dreams and God alone.
Sometimes it will hurt, remember those books in which your favorite character used to suffer a lot, but in the end always managed to get a happy ever after?
Well, our life is like that.
Books treasure them and hold them close to your heart, they are your best friends through the dark and lonely times.
I'd like to tell you to rely on a good friend.
But I'd just be wasting my words cuz you can't, you haven't found her yet.
I'd like to tell you not to be so naïve, so loyal, so blind but that's your
This Little GirlThis little girl goes home to cry,
every single night.
This girl wants to die,
and just give up the fight.
This little girl has a name,
but no one wants to hear it.
this girl hides in shame,
because she's the only one to fear it.
this girl has a razor blade arm,
and the bitter taste of death in her heart.
this girl faces judgment's harm
and can't wait for love to re-start.
this girl has black painted eyes,
and porcelain skin.
she has to tell herself lies
or else she'll give in.
this girl is broken hearted so much
the tears wont let her see.
this girl has cried so much
its a shame to know...
...This Little Girl is me
The Mess I MadeI watch her from across the room.
She's crying on her desk.
I remember what I've done.
All of the things I said to her.
I can't imagine how much it hurts.
I wonder how much it's affected her.
She looks deeply hurt.
I believe that the scars run deep.
I've heard her talking.
She wishes I was gone.
This is quite a mess I've made.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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