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Because It's Driving Me MadSometime today I'm shutting down my Tumblr account. I hate that website and the only reason why I joined it was so I could talk to Starlightthecat since she doesn't use her dA anymore. (And when she does use it we're not online together )
I hate Tumblr. I have my own reasons but I'm not going to say why because it's 'childish' to hate a website. Someone hates your precious lil' Tumblr? Boo-fucking-hoo get over it. I so mean it.
Yeah, maybe it is 'stupid' to hate a website....or maybe it's stupid to hate someone for not liking a website.
My point is: I'm going to deactivate it and if I didn't want Star to see it and do last minute site hangouts I'd deactivate it now.
I'm going to tell you something though, no matter how insensitive it might seem:
If you're going to bitch to me about me giving my opinion and hating the site and we're friends unwatch me. Right now. I'm not having some jackass bitch at me because I hate something they like.<
An Important QuestionWell ok it's important to me.
Out of my fan-fictions, which one is your favorite?
Featured Deviants of the Month: JulyI know, this is very late. I'm really sorry guys. I've been very busy.
So...after careful consideration: I've decided these three deviants will be starred:
One: Megan567. She's pretty much like a little sister to me. And we've known each other from pretty much the beginning of my dA life.
Two: Metal-Rock-Punk30. Funny person and all in all just someone you wanna be around. Know what I mean?
Three: ILoveIzzyStradlin Because I fucking love you and I hate seeing you sad. I hope I make you feel better.
Don't worry guys; there's always next month!
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
Fan Fictions Shouldn'tTo me
A fan fiction should not be "perfect"
Now there is such thing as a well written fan fiction
But to me
Fan fictions can't be perfect
They're a writer's practice
A writer's way of learning
Learning how to write
How to spread our wings and grow
How to express emotions
Like anger, sadness, and happiness!~
How to describe
To paint a pictue in the reader's head
They shouldn't be perfect
Whether it's grammar
Where the " " s go
They help writers learn what to do
And what not to do!
It's all part of a writer's job
Perfection is only seen
That are published
Like The Garden of Eve
The Harry Potter series
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
The Hunger Games
Even To Kill A Mockingbird
And Catcher in the Rye
Perfection is only for stories
Fan fictions on the other hand
Are the stepping stones
On a writer's watery path
To writing literary
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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