47 Recent Deviations
YouLife is illusionYou by DanielleDestiny
Consciousness a dream.
Thought is an abstract
What does it mean?
Perception isn’t perfect
The norm is a lie.
Stereos have no type
Ask yourself why?
Opinion isn’t fact
Knowledge isn’t truth.
If you know different
Then show me the proof.
We are different people
Depending who we meet.
So many faces for the world
All stuck on repeat.
Imagine if, for one day
We were who we really are.
That hate and fear did not exist
And understanding raised the bar.
Would it be such an evil
To simply be you?
Let others not rule your life
And, to yourself, always be true.
Everything he Would Never Tell YouI met a young man this yearEverything he Would Never Tell You by mayastoso
He's the best
But he would never tell you that
So I'll brag about him instead.
His hands are rough
But his touch is so gentle
His body is strong
But his mind is too
His voice is soft
But his laugh lifts you up
His eyes sparkle like a child's
But they are so wise
He knows so much
But wants to learn more
He listens so well
But knows exactly what to say
He soars so high
But wouldn't leave anybody on the ground
He does so much for others
But says "thank you" a thousand times a day
He makes me feel like I could make it anywhere
But that I'm lucky to be here today
He playfully makes fun of me
But respects me in the deepest way
He barely has time to breathe
But makes me fall for him every day
He doesn't need to say he loves me
But he does it anyway
My love, thank you for everything.
They say perfection isn't real
But, somehow, you are.
The Walk HomeStopThe Walk Home by DanielleDestiny
What do you hear?
But no one is near
To left and to right
The cause of this fright
Loom all around
Furious it pounds
In the back of the throat
Tighten your coat
Of any dark dread
Its all in your head
Start on your way
At least that's what you pray
Along darkening street
Pick up your feet
Echo close behind
Burns through the mind
Over hard paving stone
Scramble for the phone
Shows on the screen
Than you've ever been
Though muscles are taut
And you'll be caught
Down your face
Some hiding place
You make in the dark
In the maze of a park
Voicing your woe
Which way do you go?
To dwell in doubt
Find a way out
At this turn of speed
Ageing UngracefullyThey say beauty is in the eye of the beholderAgeing Ungracefully by DanielleDestiny
Things seem prettier as I get older
It’s funny how little I noticed, when I was young
How so much I thought was right, turned out to be wrong
Strange that a year seems shorter than I remember
Turn your back on January, and it’s already December
Moments are more precious, with each day I lose
Rash actions of youth, giving way to quiet muse
I used to be brave, not too long ago
But now I get scared, the more that I know
Youth was all energy, without being wise
When you get older, you just philosophise
Once I could run and play forever
These days I just moan about the weather
At one time I’d take on all in my wake
Now, when I move, my body aches
You’d think all this would get me down
And, yeah, I do sometimes wear a frown
But life’s too short to play the miser
Better to get on with doing something wiser
Ditch the excuses and have some fun
Show these kids just how it’s done
Live each minute that’s in the
Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1 by thwackcrackers
Duane Blackburn was on full alert as he entered the 15th District. He drove in such a way as to not attract attention from the casual bystander, but his eyes constantly scanned the way ahead and his mirrors, keen to catch the first hint of danger. Had it been ten years ago, this district of The Bronx would be densely packed with all manner of human beings. Now, the downtrodden district was a cultural melting pot for the variety of alien races that encompassed the Galactic Collective. With the interstellar wars brewing beyond the Sol System, Earth became refugee central for all manner of aliens whose governments were involved.
The unified Earth Government warmly invited the extraterrestrial refugees in as a gesture of goodwill. What the aliens didn't know is that their human land lords would drop them in the worse living conditions possible, reserving the economically prosperous and industrialized areas solely for human occupants. The 15th was one of the five poorest congressional
Forgotten Legends: The Battle of HeavenAs I lay here, leisurely outstretched among a shimmering field of grass and soundlessly gazing up at the night sky, I can't help but count the twinkling stars which sit far above. Those infinite specks of gleaming ivory, they bind me in the chains of their beauty. I do not even dare to muster up an ounce of my willpower to rid myself of their bewitching charms.Forgotten Legends: The Battle of Heaven by thwackcrackers
I continue to ponder their magical allure until a memory whips through my mind. It was subtle like a whisper yet forceful like a raging maelstrom circulating within the deepest bowels of the ocean. I remember my father bequeathing unto me a myth, a fanciful tale which painted a pretty picture of how the stars came to be.
Eons ago, when a vast majority of the inner spheres were nothing but a miasma of untamed darkness, a great war was waged under the waving banner of dominance. The demon lords, infuriated by the notion of divine supremacy, called forth their dark and vile powers in an impetuous effort to usurp the god
The Angel in BlackWhen the Knight was but a child, he would frequently be visited by the Angel in black. She would watch as he sparred in the training yards with the other squires, always keeping her distance. But when night descended, and the young Knight was alone, she would draw close to him, resting at his bedside and whispering sweet dreams into his ear.The Angel in Black by thwackcrackers
As the Knight matured, so did his love for the Angel in black. His strength and unwavering faith blossomed as he willingly submitted himself to her compassionate care. His mind was fondly caressed by darkness, his heart cemented in the roots of her voice.
Even when the horns of war blazed, and the Knight valiantly rode off alongside his fellow men, the Angel in black kept her ebony wings around him. Her whispers guided him through the rage of battle, kept him sane through the spilling of blood, and kept his heart true to her even as those around him perished.
When the anchors of hope in men's hearts began to rust and crumble, the Angel in black hel
The East has FallenThe dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.The East has Fallen by thwackcrackers
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
SU - And Still I FightConnie would probably be reading a book right now.SU - And Still I Fight by Freestyle56
The strange thought was planted in her head, and at a awfully wrong time.
She was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat and her own blood and her sword never felt heavier in her grip. She couldn't let go of it now though, there was definitely no time for rest. Or a good book.
She was in a staring contest with a mutant gem. Or she thought it was a stare down anyway.
The gigantic mutant was muscular, thick arms and a feral growl that could rumble the earth; it didn't intimidate her though.
The knight stood her ground, watching as the light hit its gem pieces, the protruding deformity glinting slightly as it charged at her with speed that wasn't seen by the untrained eye.
With a loud cry Connie met the mutant head on, it took a wild swing at her and she ducked. Landing on her knees she started sliding, using her momentum she swung at its legs, a loud cry and a poof later the gem shards fell to the ground with a loud clink.
On her feet and
Time Changes It’s been three years since Melissa death. Isis was sitting at the end of the pier with a half empty beer bottle in her left hand. She was looking into the moon that was setting into the ocean. The ocean breeze hits her hair as all she could think about is what could have been. If she would have just come home earlier she would have been alive and things would have been better. Melissa wouldn’t have died and things would have been better. She keeps thinking this as she takes another drink of her beer. She then looks down to see her “friend” climb up the pier like a monkey does up a tree.Time Changes by homeboy8221
Isis: What the hell are you doing?
Charge: I’m a spider monkey
Isis sighed as she was annoyed has he climbs up the pier.
Charge: So why so glum chum?
Isis: Do you know what day it is?
Charge: I hope it is pizza day at the shack.
Charge: Comic book day?
Isis: Hell no.
Charge: Then what?
Isis: It’s been ten years since my sister died.
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