39 Recent Deviations
I'm My Own Worst EnemyThis girl is the solitary freakI'm My Own Worst Enemy by Freestyle56
Always quick to be the lone wolf
Aloof to others
But quite the wreck behind closed doors
This girl is skinny
She's a walking stick that eats like an obese trucker
She wishes for the curves
Staring at others with envious eyes
This girl is so sensitive
At the drop of a hat she's in tears
Her tears and sobs her solution
To every single thing
This girl is so greedy
She can't even enjoy what she has
Always thinking of things that could be better
She can be so materialistic
The girl honestly thinks too much
She's never in the moment
Always analyzing every little thing
She's such a pain with all her outcomes and possibilities
I know this girl very well
I see her in the mirror everyday and I can't stand looking at her
Boredom Can Kill Your SummerLeisure knits together with idle thoughtsBoredom Can Kill Your Summer by Freestyle56
Slow days are open
For turns and opportunities yet to no avail
Monotony comes to mind
And methods to gobble up time
Are becoming few and between
Frustration bubbles over
And my life has become mundane
I have grown bored out of my mind
Travelling ByWhat do I see as we race down the street?Travelling By by mayastoso
The fog is still billowing thick
The treetops are blurry, the air is still cold
In the shadows of somewhere unknown.
What do I see when I pause here and stare
As the background goes travelling by?
The lights start appearing like bright little stars
Then are covered by forest and die.
A tower, a side street, all lit bright enough
For a heavy-eyed driver to see
Did you know trucks have lights on the cargo box
But they don’t cast their shine on the street?
I see the reflections of the other side
The sleeping, the restless, they try
The clouds start to clear and the branches are sharp
On the rolling hills travelling by.
Suddenly there, a small town appears
And is gone in the blink of an eye
But for one small second an anchor was found
To ensure we’re still going somewhere.
Everything’s gray before light and the day
I didn’t think it was this slow
But it’s calming and thoughtful, my words sing out strong
In an easiness
SchoolIt’s like I’m trapped within a cageSchool by tophtheblindbandit
The synchronized turning of every page
Being forced to stand on a stage
These people all fill me with rage
“I could easily destroy this place
To find me they would have to chase
I could turn the walls into rubble-”
OH SH-! They heard me! Now I’m in trouble!
The class writing about a book we read
As another part of my soul drops dead
But I’m too distracted by the clocks tick
“Mum I can’t go today, I’m sick…
Le monde de la danse classiqueLe monde de la danse classique by KilariTsukishima10
Dans les coulisses, règne la jalousie.
Sur scène, règne l'élégance et la liberté.
Un monde où seule les plus douées et les plus égoïstes gagnent.
Autrefois, tu étais notre chère et tendre amie. Maintenant, tu n'es qu'une simple danseuse qui danse en calculant ses mouvements et ses pas.
Autrefois, tu souriais radieusement lorsque tu exécutais une pirouette. Maintenant, ton sourire est devenu hautain et supérieur.
Lorsque tu exécutais une diagonale de pirouettes avec nous, tu semblais libre de tes mouvements, libre d'esprit et de créativité.
Lorsque tu exécutes une diagonale de pirouettes avec ces filles maigres et hautaines, tu deviens comme elles ; froide, hautaine et égoïste.
Tu étais sur scène lorsque tu nous a lâchées. Moi et ma précieuse amie. Je me suis trompée dans mes mouvements.
Mon amie a mal
RomanticizingShe approached him as he sat on the bed. Her knee pushed into the plush foam, sagged due to the abuse of over use. Her digits entwined as her elbows rested on his shoulders. The pressure sunk him into the doughy mattress.Romanticizing by NotenSMSK
“Romanticizing are we?”
His lips were parted; his eyes stared blankly at the cold wall. It was a cold blank wall, no paint ever applied to peel away, no picture ever hung to be taken off. It took a moment for his lips to connect, for him to clear his throat and mind, and reply.
“Not really… just wondering about the possibilities of where we could be…”
Her arms slid forward as her hands pressed gently into his chest, feeling each heave, each tingle that his body had to offer. However there wasn’t much to offer. He was calm, composed; his breaths left her hands to satisfy themselves with the bare minimum. But bare minimum was what they had always had.
“Isn’t that what we call romanticizing?” She chuckled as now
AscensionI simply sat on the floor, bundled in too many clothes for the heat and gravity in such a tiny room. Letting the forces win, I stripped myself of all the restrictive articles, slowly and precisely. I folded them into a neat little pile and placed them in the opposite corner from where I sat, all without getting up. I turned my knife over and over in my hands. The pressure built from somewhere beneath my bones. The burning ache gnawed through me as electric jolts shot deep within the confines of my skin. I was going under. Do or die. I understood. I made my choice.Ascension by X3beyondthesunx3
I held the knife in my left hand, my better hand, and took the gleaming blade to my right wrist. I dug into the pressure, feeling a slight release as the skin gave way. I watched my steady hand move up my arm, removing a lengthy strip of skin from wrist to shoulder. Blood oozed calmly, then trickled out, as a flesh-wound only could. The scrap of pale skin fell, curling into itself. I cont
Celebration TimeNote: Isis is answering in signCelebration Time by homeboy8221
1 Do you like your job?
Charge: Fuck yea I do, I get to murder the bad guys, I love ripping them a part, especially if they are holding a gun, then I can rip that off and do some pistol whipping with their own arm.
Isis: It can be a hit or a miss
2 What was the toughest obstacle the team had to survive through?
Isis: Seeing Charge naked
Charge: I put all the other homeless people to shame
Isis: Such shame they almost kicked him out of the pier
3 Boxers or briefs?
Charge: Free balling
Isis: Boxers if I can find any
Charge: Aren’t girls suppose to wear something different?
Isis: Shut it, I hate girls underwear, it goes straight up my ass
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