The Washed MindI have let the difficulties flood my bodyThe Washed Mind by PaleAuthor
From head, the worries slip to my heart
like children falling through the cracks
of some broken floor
under which is nothing besides me
My mind is melting from the inside
Swarmed by maggots and the meaningless questions:
Would my mind work better
without all these walls
stopping it from evolving?
Where did these obscene problems come from?
Surely my mind was born free
Surely my opinions exist somewhere...
Or is freedom nothing but a joke
to the true me?
So, I ate nails and needles to clear my mind
The bleeding and the pain
were both evil and refreshing
I have learned the lesson
fairy tales are the shadows on my eyes
Now my mind is clear as melting glass
running down my cold spine
washing away the sins,
violent thoughts and sorrowful memories
from the edge of my past
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skiesAndromeda by SavageFrog
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
TearsGive me a minute to catch my breath,Tears by KittySib
casting aside my worthless tears.
Sorrow only grows,
despite my efforts to appease.
Dark lights beckon,
leading down a lonely road.
Blindly I seek a brighter light,
hope on the verge of despair.
Am I a murderer?
Whispered accusations overwhelm.
I must atone for my crimes.
Shall I pay in blood-
or follow a path none survive?
Needless tears and gasping sobs-
these afflict my wretched soul.
Forever darkness seeks to snuff me out,
all the while denying me the sweet relief of death.
Endless days loom as sorrow swallows my soul.
Tears blind my sight.
Fractured chaos is all I see.
Salt burns my skin,
and I feel like I'm suffocating.
Where is the light?
Who can save me?
drowning in despair.
I wish this was goodbye.
Beautiful~ A PoemCan you call me beautiful?Beautiful~ A Poem by lightbleueyes
Even when society says No?
Can you say I'm pretty,
When I have no skin to show?
Can you call me stunning?
Even if I'm overweight?
Can you say I'm graceful?
Even If I develop late?
Can you call me gorgeous?
When my face is plain?
Can you say I'm cute?
Even if I have a brain?
Can you call me lovely?
Even If I speak my mind?
Can you say I'm dazzling?
If I'm socially not refined?
Can you call me attractive?
Even if my eyes don't glow?
Can you say I'm glamorous?
If my skin isn't as pale as snow?
Can you call me beautiful…?
Black Knight Chapter 19Black Knight Chapter 19 by AshATurner
~ CHAPTER 19 ~
If there was one thing that August and Alistair shared in their lives before the events of the last few days, it was that Seattle was home to them both. The familiar skyline of the port city, with the Space Needle standing tall among the skyscrapers, came into view within an hour of leaving the bed and breakfast, though the city itself was still a decent ways away. Alistair had known the north side of the city the best, as that was, with a few exceptions, where he had spent most of his childhood. He had only left Seattle just shy of being eighteen, and had returned when he was twenty-one, which was when he had first begun his current line of work. Since then, Seattle had resumed being his home, though he had chosen t
Shadowed Chapter One Chapter One: An Awaking ExperienceShadowed Chapter One by shinsu117
A soft and soothing motion, one that is only experienced in a minimal amount of relations between two people, the warmth of the touch multiplying tenfold the longer it persists, but never enough to cause harm, only comfort. A smile creeps across the face with a sudden enjoyment. But soon it shifts, the touch no longer soft and loving, but rough and rasping, a burning sensation that started to fill through-out the entire body.
The sensation caused me to wake up. It took me some time to realize that I had tossed my bed covering off and had my head lain on the coarsely woven mattress. It was made of wool and thus stuck to my skin and had scratched it heavily. I placed my hands upon my cheeks and noticed that they were wet with blood, any small touch causing a sharp pain to resonate throughout my head. I have never been one
Showtime (Crossover)Showtime (Crossover) by Lagoon-Sadnes
It was the thirteenth day of April, Saturday midnight. The moon was on its full phase, shining more beautiful than usual, surrounded by thousands of stars that I wasn't able to see in the cities due to light pollution. It was cold, even if winter had already left a while ago, the wind blew softly and there were no people in the streets. The only sound that accompanied me was the sweet song played by the crickets hiding in the corners of the alleys; something I was used to. After all, it was a village in the middle of dead lands which were a green and wonderful field years ago, only connected to the mayor city by an uneven road. So many memories came to my mind as I passed by the buildings that watched me grow up in the night: I remembered myself going to the hills I was heading to at that moment, playing with the animals and playing hide and seek with my father, who always found me; I remembered walking down the streets I was stepping then, a few years later after I moved out. I had th
Senior Selections Manga Category GuidelinesWhat is SeniorSelections ?Senior Selections Manga Category Guidelines by SavageFrog
"SS is a group with focus on art collection and showcasing; they strive to feature premier artwork and bring more exposure to outstanding artists and their artwork."
On that note...
I'm accepting suggestions for the Manga & Anime Category!
I will only accept artworks from the Manga & Anime Gallery; here's what I'm looking for:
-High quality artwork (daily deviations equivalent).
-Artists who have not had a DD in 6 months (Undiscovered is a plus).
-NO Fanart (that category is run by elicoronel16 so if you find any good ones, send them to her )
-All resource or stock image used must be credited and must come from a verifiable legitimate source.
-No unfinished works/WIPs.
Simply send me a note with a thumbcode of the deviation you're suggesting. Please title your note: "SS Suggestion" or something similar. You can also provide a short description with the deviation but it is not requir
Pokemon: fakemon OC InfoName: AeridusaPokemon: fakemon OC Info by xxReshiramxx
Species: Air Spirit Pokemon
Classification: Legendary Pokemon
1. A Pokemon that is rumored to have caused accidental death of a human that cared for it.
2. It shot up into the sky after the incident. It was said this Pokemon was shot back down from the sky by an unworldly being.
3. A kind Pokemon that dislikes fighting. However, it despises Ghost-Types and will fight until there final destruction.
Weak to: Steel 2x, Poison 2x Fairy 2x, Ice 2x
Immune to: Dragon 0x, Ground 0x, (Due to Levitate the Pokemon is not effected by Ground-type attacks)
Damaged normally by: Bug 1x, Psychic 1x, Ghost 1x, Rock 1x, Flying 1x, Normal 1x
Resistant to: Fighting, Dark, Water, Fire, Electric, Grass (All halve the damage.)
This fakemon is (c) xxReshiramxx aka Kristen DeWitt
Fifty shades of ikebukuro chap2 ShizuoXreaderXizayFifty shades of ikebukuroFifty shades of ikebukuro chap2 ShizuoXreaderXizay by Sebbyloveskitty
Shizuo X Reader X Izaya
(f/n) = first name
(l/n) = last name
Author note: Language alert~ and thank you so much for the kinds words! Im so sorry for being late my internet went down ;-;
You were met with darkness and a smirk, a shit eating smirk. You have a bad feeling about this..
Youre suddenly grabbed my the arm,
"Im taking her as hostage. If no one follows my order ikebukuro will be nothing but dust!" the black haired male said.
He was pretty strong, you couldn't break his grip.
He ran and made you follow him along with his grip still firm.
He walked into your guessing his apartment and you were thrown on the couch.
"Could you not struggle so much dear" he panted.
"What do you expect me to do when im being kidnapped!!" you yelled back.
He smirked and walked towards you and fear washed over you, crap! You're too scared to move.
He got on top of you sitting on your hips, caging you in with his legs and you blushed.
He kidnapped you but that d
|Hey there! Em(ily) here. I'm so very happy to welcome you to YouveBeenAccepted !!|
Let me tell you what we're all about:
I hate when you join a group, get all excited about submitting your work, and when you do they decline it! I mean, REALLY?! Art is art! Everything you put your heart and soul into has to be good. I really do hope you have fun here and I can't wait to take a look at your beautiful deviations!
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