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LifeLook at me, please just look me in the eyes.
Is it that hard to avoid this?
Hold me like nothing is wrong.
I keep hearing yelling not anything soothing...
Stop yelling at me...Please
I can't take this anymore.
Isn't home supposed to be a comforting place?
I don't feel at home anymore.
Who's that girl in the mirror?
Where did she come from?
Is that what I look like?
There is no way.
I'm so pale.
I can't be so drained.
Where did that girl I knew go?
Oh yea she's still not over you...
She's also been shoved down under all of those papers.
Who are you?
Tell me the truth.
Don't give me lies, I'll just roll my eyes.
Life never is fair.
So dear don't let them break you.
You're my truth and my desire.
O' sire how can I love you.
I simply cannot say.
I don't know your way.
Show me simply the turns and I shall go.
Every way is a harder path.
Take off that mask now.
Take a bow.
Shall we dance under the colored lights or the moonlight?
I could wait for thee forever.
When I saw thee with someone else how I weeped.
I mourned deep within my soul for eternity how could you leave me there?
YouLook at you, the king of the school.
Are you truly happy?
We used to best friends now you're gaining power fast power corrupts.
You used to talk to me after school every single day now only if you get on Facebook when I am too.
You don't get it do you?
I can't trust you anymore, you've left me alone.
You used to hug me every time you saw me now, you just smile and socialize with my other friends.
Your brother looks to much like you it's kinda annoying how I look into his eyes and I turn away there in my mind is your image.
I used crush on you ever since I said I like you......you've left me and never said a word back. We are best friends forever I wish you could see my feelings for you haven't changed.
Crushing only leads to Crushed
Power makes screwy life.
Friendship is a ship that sails away or stays in port it never can decide.
My friends this is for youWe've been through so much
We ran so far
You ran farther then I could ever keep up
Then someone caught my eye you said follow him I'll wait
I went to him and I tripped on the way you caught me
The guy just laughed and went on his little stroll
You have left me once or twice but we said our sorrys
And moved on, the men we may fall for may not catch us
If we are still friends I'll catch you every time someone pushes you down
Trust me.... be my sister forever
Leave me... I won't leave you
Mark my heart... I'll make you never forget me
If a bridge collpased bewteen us... I would die for you
What is this feeling?What is it?
What do I see is that what I should see?
Why oh my my why?
I thought you said I'd be your lover forever...
Forever ends now I'm crying
behind my dark eyes I hide
My eyes aren't meant to be read
You smiled, and cried for me.
My eyes don't like seeing they would rather be blind
Your eyes are locked to mine stop looking at me
I'm not good enough
I look at you I don't see anything wrong with you
I look in the mirror I see you right behind me.
My ears can't stand hearing me crying.
I smile and move on but I just, cannot stop.
I never expected this.
I look at my text messages and sigh
I'm lost like a zebra in a herd I stand out but in a small way you would have to see me closer to understand.
I can't believe it
It's hard.. I know I've heard that alot
Don't say you're sorry just walk away before I grab you and kiss you and regret it...
Look and thinkWhy didn't you say something
You never could understand
Look at yourself.
Now put on your mask and get lost
I'm wearing my mask.
Can you see my brown eyes?
I feel something totally different
It's not me your seeing
Your seeing a new person.
When you held me, I felt so safe
Now, I feel no longer safe.
I act so shy, you act so cocky
You're such a jerk!
You're so annoying...
Why why when I was with you I felt like your anger was caused by me
You never said anything
Everyday I felt so much hurt
I couldn't think
Stop. Think. Get Lost.
Trust me I don't want to see you unless you say sorry
Texting me won't make me ever feel the same again
You better play nice or I won't
I want never ever see your face again
You push me and you pull me
Just stop now
You are lost
I'm finding my own path without you
It is leading me to a good place
A minha Creepypasta - My creepypasta
Quando ela nasceu, tinha orelhas e cauda de gato.
Os pais olhavam-na com desdém e desprezo.
Viam-na como uma aberração. Por isso inventaram uma desculpa e abandonaram a criança no hospital. No dia seguinte, um grupo de cientistas que tinham ouvido o "rumor" foram buscá-la, contra a vontade dos médicos.
Até aos 7 anos foi submetida a testes, para testar a resistência, a velocidade e a força. Num dos testes, ela era amarrada ás paredes com correntes e lançavam-lhe bolas de canhão. Pobre criança...
Mas um dia, á noite, ela conseguiu escapar da sua "jaula". Passeava nos corredores pacíficamente como se n fosse nada com ela. Matou os
AN R n' R STORY: GETTING THE ---- OUT: (1)GGETTING THE HELL OUT
Before they clumsily they loaded me in car it finally it occurred to them to remove the tape that held me to the chair. Clumsily they helped me down into the backseat of some trashed up black Cheverly while all three of them squeezed into the front. I only noticed till after we peeled out the No Parking detached from the sidewalk. Martin was at the wheel driving below the freeway and dodging through the back alleys and shadows so they wouldn’t follow us. They started to talk about who was there and what they did. After Martin filled them in he told them about me: “We’ve been hanging for a while; occasionally I crash at his place.” I heard him say, “I was helping him come up with marketing slogans;” and some other things that didn’t make sense to me. Specifically the things about “Getting back in the game.” The two old guys seemed to be listening intently, until the one in the pink track suit announced “
Beyond - IntroductionMy name is Jodie Acosta, I am in the 1st year of high school. I have been experiencing things that not many human beings have experienced. Things like, seeing yourself sleep while you're dreaming, talk to dead family members in your dreams, memories flood into your mind just by a simple dream.
I am 13 years old, ever since I was 5...I would feel and see 'strange' things. My life is a bit complicated sometimes, especially nowadays...since 3 loved ones recently passed away and I lost a friend because I said some joke, and she took it seriously.
Sometimes at night, I hear voices...whispers...lost souls telling me to get out of bed, go into the living room and wait...but for what? I never really did that, since I am afraid of the dark...afraid of the shadows...
Down the StairsDown the Stairs
I was half awake, Martin led in front as we raced down a dusty corridor, spotting an out of service sign on the elevator at the end of the hall “Come on, we’ll take the stairs,” he said. The lamps flickered as we moved down the dusty flight of steps, they creaked with every step, the decent was hypnotizing. Above we heard a subtle-
DING-I heard a gruff voice, and squinted to see a man in a purple jump suit, his perspired face looked to my friends as he said “I thought it was out of order…”
“Fixing an elevator is not beyond their methods Jeff …” Martin said solemnly and the purple guy set the chair down quickly and began to go into a frenzy “Screw it…” he searched within his purple sock, bringing out what was a small pistol. I motioned them to lay flat against the wall, as dark figures moved along the steps. I caught one leaping between flights. BLAM-BLAM-a bullet flew towards one of them mi
New Year, New Beginnings.Chapter Title: New Year, New Beginnings (from Deciding Factor)
“And thou shalt be scattered across the Earth that thou shalt forget my inner Truth. For the Truth shall set you free and Man was created be bound in chains of its own devising.” (Hauntings 3:156)
The general air around campus was cheerful and excited despite the cold temperatures. Snow drifted off the trees every time the wind blew and fell in heaps onto the frozen ground. The study group had moved into one of their earlier meeting rooms due to cold temperatures for most of their get-togethers, but Harrison had sent out a message that they were going to meet in the usual, outside, spot for their last meeting of the calendar year.
“Winter break, muthafuckas!” Frankie crowed as he approached the tree Harrison was leaning against. Frankie broke into a sprint and went on his knees, sliding on the icy ground until Jessie pushed him over with her foot. He got up and brushed off his legs, scowling a
Greasing the GreasersGreasing the Greasers
“Two on the left, one on the right,” I echoed and heard
“I got two shots left …” Jeff sighed, closing the gun and eyeing to Merlin. The bowl of nuts where in his hands; I did not know how to broach the subject “Merlin, those are stale, mate,”
“Wan ‘some…” he shook the bowl; they did not look particularly appealing to me or Jeff.
“Are you guy’s ready.” I said; changing the subject. Jeff shrugged took a handful of what was in the bowl and let it spill out of his hands. “I’d rather eat these…” he popped a few in his mouth. Together, the two rose, Merlin showed them his hand –SHICKOW-and a shock wave sent the dark men on the left to the corner of the room, Jeff appeared late but beside him, shooting under hand-BLAM-, the bullet hit the goon in the shoulder, and he tripped after stepping on his own coat before flailing on the ground
The EncounterA bitter wind bites in my skin and I pull my hoodie tighter around myself and put my head down to shield my face. Looking straight at the ground as I walk I think to myself how stupid of an idea it was for me to come outside on such a chill night. Around me branches and leaves are swaying from the wind and I cannot help but get the feeling like the forest does not want me in it. Smiling as I feel the backpack that I am wearing digs into my shoulders from the weight of what is inside of it. Lifting my head up I can see that I have wandered into a clearing and I stop hear and set the pack on the ground and open it. Reaching my hand in I pull out red and black candles and charms. I stand as I grab them and et about walking around and placing the candles around me and pile the charms in the center of the candles. Going back to the bag I pull out a new machete with a serrated edge and a wicked sharp edge. Gripping it in my left hand I open my right one and lower the serrated edge into it an
In the momentIn the moment
I was carried away, taken up within the chair to the dining room, and placed before the plate. My fingers stretched towards the knife barely in reach, quickly tipping it into my hand and running it against the ropes. A more portly goon walked in, grasping a handbag of sorts and placing it on the table, he was humming something cheerily. One of the bastards grabbed open my mouth and held out my tongue towards the ravenous butcher. The clinging and clanging of small knives and utensils drowned out the friction between the blade and the ropes. As the goons held onto my arms, the executioner rolled out some tools, all more gruesome then the last, but in my surprise I felt the rope snap. My eyes looked down to my wrist and then up to the guard. I brought my arm up and knocked the greaser off me, and as the lad behind me gripped and held my head straight, the knife sang and then was set on its trail into the man behind me exposed chaff. I heard a scream of pain and couldn&
The Car segment**
In the Car
I was above the city, flying over the sandy beaches; over the tall buildings peepingin through the windows to look at the people inside. I was feeling that I might lift even higher before he car lurched and I landed back into my seat; we were in a blood red convertible Mustang straight from the 50’s, old radio playing old tunes and everything. He had given me something to calm me down, at least that’s what he said, I was perfectly fine, I wasn’t well but I was fine. I was better then him, at least I wasn’t sweating and glass eyed, hunched over the wheel like a maniac. I held my hands out to the cool air, as the city lights played with my mind, “Brandon…” I heard my friend call “Brandon…” I opened my eyes “About time…” he smiled, his white hair flapping in the wind.
“Jesus,” a bark of laughter escaped me and I drummed the dashboard in pure excitement “What was in that thing y
the hauntingLook closely in the mirror, who do you see?
I see my old self with wet eyes and make up coming off.
You creep up behind me I jump and slap your hand.
You put your hands around me slowly.
I try to move out of your grip, I skirm more you tighten.
I close my eyes then open again then your gone.
I look on my bed there is a rose a lonely rose.
I left it up around it is a dark purple ribbon with a ring on it.
The window next to my bed is open, the cold breeze comes in.
My hair flies with the wind.
The rain begins pouring in I don't care I'm going to die anyway.
Listen as the tin roof begins to bend.
This truly is the end.
The end is near.
Your to near to me.
Leave me alone stop haunting me.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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