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Happy Father's DayI'll never tell you he was a monster
He was just a man
Who could fault him for that
He was never made to love
And he was never made to live long
Existing as an oppositional force
Pouring white salt on the wounds
And kicking dust in the eyes
Roaming late at night
And twisting in and out of memories
An apparition of a godlike figure
The man behind the curtain
Pulling levers to navigate childhood nightmares
Getting sucked under trains and leaving everything behind
Mothers, daughters, friends
Your absence is relief and pain in one breath
Happy Father's Day
LETTING GOThere's a lot of pain being wrapped up in you
It stings deep and boils inside my chest
I remember you in those moments before sleep
Dreaming there would be better days
And that those days would be full of you
Yours eyes said you dreamed the same
even if your smoky words wouldn't admit it
That closeness we shared, nose to nose
Isn't an everyday sort of thing
I won't say I'm obsessed, distressed
But I will say that I kinda loved you
And so I'll let you go
I WANT TO HELP MY BABYPurple and pink bows hanging on my lymph nodes
I try to blow my nose
And all that comes out are freshly ironed clothes
Hazy daisies singing out the maybe's
Listening to the couch sing hymns about Tracy
Yes I got a fast car
So get us out of here
You said you had a plan, but first you gotta
Deal with your old man.
You're drinking for two
And you've got nothing to lose
Nothing to prove
Shapes of my face show how long I'll live-ia
According to an old lady from Bolivia
Turn me around and take me down town
I'll teach you some more trivia
Just get me some more tea
THE SEAWe can twist in the sea
Salt and foam mixing in our fears
The sun licking off our tears
Just you and me
Sailing for hours forever
Building an empire of awkward glances
Some quiet romances
Or I could find you on the pier
Counting down the years
When you and I first met
In your arms
Warming my bones
This is my home
Memories as precious as a pearl
Your heartbeat the waves crashing
Give me a distance smile
Hand in mine and so many things to say
My brain giving way
I forget, fragments of moments I wanted gone
I'll weave them into a song
And if you put your ear to the shell
You can hear it
The SquidThere was once this giant squid that lived in an old lady's aquarium for four years. He was dead inside because he had dreamed of becoming an actor at the age of 3. He was four then and felt like since he missed his chance, he'd never act again. He'd swim around and cry all day and night and eat snails straight from the garden because he had really long tentacles.
LISTEN TO THIS, after he ate a bunch of the snails, the old lady had had enough of the carnage since she was a vegetarian and only ate grass. She threw the squid out and told him to get a job by Monday or she wouldn't take him back. Well, what was he supposed to do? So he did the only thing a squid can do in a tight pickle. He ate her alive. That is just nature. He ate her whole, too, with no breaks. He had had enough also. The only thing he didn't eat were her shining pearls her grand-nephew had gotten her for her two-hundred and thirty-fourth birthday.
The squid was a monster but he wasn't a monster. Eating some
TREASUREI am golden starlight trapped under the skin
Hovering around the corners of your eyes
Seen the sun shimmering by and by
Twisting around your spine
I love the sound
Tinkling shining flying
Whispers and laughter
Dusting the outsides
And sinking into
Deeper and darker
With visions of treasures
Hidden and curling like smoke
ZIONHeading toward Zion I saw a man
Scraggly and old
An apparition of strength
A ghost of his youth
He called me over to the side of the road
His breath smelled like honey and mold
Toothless grin, he said he had a cure
For dust covered lungs and fissured skulls
For hopeless dreams and hearts caked in doubt
I didn't believe the airy way he talked
Every word a whisper, and every syllable dark
But I listened because I was headed toward Zion
Toward home and toward promise
He gave me three wishes trapped in three goats
I had to lead them to pasture he said
So that they would grow
I took the task gladly, seeing as I was a shepherd
For his own flock
He was tired then and died then
I covered him in silk and put stones on his eyes
So that in case he did rise
He wouldn't see he wasn't there
I led the goats behind me
On back toward Zion
They could pasture there
And give me my three wishes
When they were ready of course
These things take time
ODE TO BREADMy dearest bread
Thou art my life
Without thee a tear I shed
And I surely live in strife
Thou art the wind beneath mine wings
Thou art the reason the caged bird sings
Soft edges and brown crust
For thee is truly whom I lust
And wouldst the holy firmament crack
If it was thee I did lack?
It is thee that keeps me whole
It is thee that I lay in my boot!
Bread! Thou art sweetest in a roll!
My love for thee, finest bread
Will stay with me until I am dead
Detective Le Cactus: IIDetective Le Cactus: II
There was an eerie feeling to the abandoned factory as Le Cactus pulled up in the cruiser, followed by the Grape squad in their wagon that was being pulled by Spinach.
Le Cactus looked over his sunglasses at the place, taking in the tulip-py aroma. "Let's do this " he whispered to no one in particular unless there was a ghost in the car and then it was to the ghost but since ghosts are usually invisible I'll say to no one in particular.
With the cruiser parked, Le Cactus slowly made his way toward the factory, followed by the Grape squad with weapons drawn as well. Spinach stayed by the cruiser in case back up was needed he could call for help on his plant cellphone.
Scanning the area, there was nothing seen but instead heard. Le Cactus heard a cruel laugh erupt from inside. Motioning for the Grape squad to hold position, Le Cactus crept closer, pressing himself against the wall by the opening.
"That dumb broad! Haha! The look on her face was pr
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
Hetalia X Reader: The Translator
You walk up to one of your office colleague, Arthur Kirkland, with a folder to your side and look at him in concern
“You alright?” you asked, stopping in front of him.
Arthur looks down at his phone with a distress look
“No, I have a bit of a nightmare actually…” he sighs, looking up at you.
“What’s the matter?” you asked immediately in concern.
“Well we have all the NSOCO from around the world in this room” he gestures to the door beside him while smiling pathetically.
“In ten minutes the annual summit is supposed to take place” he takes a deep breath before continuing “They phone thousand of miles to get here and my translator hasn’t turned up” he scowls down at his phone.
You continue to watch him, still wonder what’s bothering him.
Arthur tear his gaze away from his phone and frowns
“I need to find someone who can translate into seven different languages…” he explaine
It's a rat Clint x Reader It was a peaceful Saturday morning and your faithful husband slept soundly in the bedroom, until you ear piercing shrieks filled the air. Clint’s eyes snapped open and within seconds his loaded bow was in his hands as he headed for your location.
“What’s wrong?” He nearly shouted as his wide eyes swept over the room. When he found nothing he diverted his gaze to your trembling form in search of wounds. You stood on top of the kitchen table, your horror struck eyes flickered between your left leg and the far corner of the room. Clint placed his hand on your leg to try and jumpstart you after he checked the room once again.
“It was a rat, a big fat rat! Ugh, it was crawling on my leg and wouldn’t let go!”
Clint sighed once before bending down and picking up one of the biscuits that littered the floor. His aim followed your gaze and with a small flick of his wrist the piece of bread flew through the air.
Spider (BEN DrownedXReader)BEN was playing Call Of Duty on his X-box when you walked by and ruffled his hair after removing his hat.
“Hey!” BEN whined.
“What?” You shrugged innocently.
“Give me my hat” BEN shot you a playful glare. You rolled your eyes at him and dropped his hat back onto his messy hair. You shook your head when he turned back and resumed his game and walked up to your room that you both shared. Sighing you looked down at your now ripped favourite t-shirt while damning Jeff to hell for ripping it. Just as you were about to change you saw something move out of the corner of your eye. You turned and shrieked at the sight of the spider’s sitting on the floor. You ran downstairs and tackled BEN who yelped and fell over.
“What the hell?!” BEN exclaimed.
“There are spiders in our room! Go kill them!” You replied.
“Oh hell no!” BEN shook his head.
“BEN!” You whined shaking him by the shoulders.
“I hate spide
Beaming Spock (Star TrekXReader)You sat bored in the control room of the Enterprise as everyone left to gather supplies for the next voyage. You smirked when you saw Spock walk by the room and pressed a few buttons aiming to beam him from room to room. Spock walked with his hands behind his back whistling a tune thinking he was alone when suddenly he was beamed to the main room.
"What the hell?" Spock said to himself before shrugging and walking back out. You smirked again and beamed him to another room leaving him confused.
"Who is beaming me?!" Spock yelled as you beamed him again.
"This is for not killing that spider in my room" You smirked beaming him as far as you could from his destination. Spock let out a shout of anger and stormed into the room you were in.
"(Y/N)! WHO IS ON THIS SHIP?!" Spock demanded.
"Me, you and Scotty" You replied.
"Are you beaming me from room to room?!" Spock growled.
"No sir'" You lied while laughing menacingly on the inside.
"Thank you" Spock nodded before storming off to
Friendstuck|..A new start, a new place...|
Beep, beep, beep, bee— SMASH.
..Okay. Probably not to the best way to shut the stupid thing up. Oh well. Mission accomplished anyways!!
And now, for your most arduous, painful and demanding mission yet:
....Going to school.
..With a groan, you got out of bed and got ready for your first day at your new school.
Throughout your life, you've more or less been a loner, as you are a (shy/sassy) type of person. You sigh. It'd be great if you managed to make some friends this year. No more being the awkward loner leftover hanging out with your good ol' friends: Dust, Corner, and the occasional cricket.
Phase 1 Complete:
You got your freaking schedule. Yay.
..Now, your first class is....
RWBY- We Swear It's Combat GearRWBY- We Swear It's Combat Gear
Part thirty-four of my RWBY series "Pollination: The Bumblebee and White Rose"
One of these combat suits isn't a contest entry. See if you can guess which one isn't like the others!
Velvet Scarlatina deals with an onslaught of "combat gear". Hilarity ensues.
"Penny, could you move Blake and Yang's bed over to the corner?" Ruby asks absentmindedly as she rummages behind a collapsable wall for changing clothes.
I stare at the bed. It's standard issue, and they're not so easily moved. "Of course, friend Ruby!" the girl responds with a robotic amount of joy and effortlessly pushes the bed over against the one that Ruby and Weiss share. She immediately calls to Ruby, "Task: Complete!" Gently placing her hands behind her back, she gleams with joy, unblinking.
"Woah." is all I can mutter. "How are you so strong, Penny?" I ask her with genuine curiosity. I'm totally not terrified of the possible answers.
"I am-" She begins.
"Combat ready!" She and Weiss finis
How to annoy AlastairAlastair sat on the couch of Slender Mansion gritting his teeth behind his mask. He closed his eyes and resisted the urge to yell at the 13 year old girl beside him.
“Come on!” Insane Smiles whined poking his side.
“No” Alastair gritted out while clenching his fists by his sides.
“But I’m bored!” Smiles exclaimed kneeling beside him.
“Go bother BEN” Alastair growled.
“No I wanna go killing!” Smiles replied.
“Well I don’t. Go ask Masky” Alastair sighed.
“Masky won’t go killing with me and I want you to take me!” Smiles pouted hoping it would convince him.
“I have a 14 year old sister Smiles nothing will work on me” Alastair smirked.
“Damn” Smiles muttered before getting an idea.
“Pwease Ali?” Smiles pouted as her bottom lip began to quiver.
“Still no” Alastair kept his gaze on the TV in front of him. A few seconds later he heard a light so
APH: Board Game Battle (Secret Santa Gift)2p!USA, 2p!Canada, USA & Canada: Brother's Board Game Battle
2p!America - Jason
2p!Canada - Matthieu
(I've seen different names be used, I prefer these)
The sun glowed dimly as it hung at the edge of the clouded sky. The weather had been gloomy for the past week, rain pattered on the roof every night and the storms had taken out the electricity several times. Right now, the same synchronization was being repeated; water trickled down the windowpanes and lightning occasional zapped in the sky. The constant barrage of attacks Mother Nature tormented the world with was more than pissing off a certain individual.
Matthieu, the 2p! version of Canada, was grumbling as he hunched himself against the concrete wall of the basement. The overgrown polar-bear beside him licked its bloody paws; the Canadian patted the large animal and continued to curse the stormy weather. At first, he liked the depressed atmosphere, but soon he got sick of it and yearned for it to go away and piss on someone
Dear Adventurer or To Skyrim with LoveDear Adventurer,
If you are reading this then that means you are alive unless you are a ghost and I assume that you are not unlike me in the ways of adventuring and taking spoils for yourself. You have come upon me at a most indecent time. For I am dead, or I believe I am by the time anyone reaches me. If you can save me, though, that would be most helpful to me. There is a lot of blood.
Anyhow, I am writing this to warn you of the trials ahead in this horrible dungeon. I understand that there is something of great value at the end but the path there will not be an easy one. For I know this myself as I tried to reach the end myself but then decided against it and tried to turn back.
That was my undoing or is my undoing. I'm not dead yet. Or am I? Well, if I am indecent when you arrive, will you at least make me presentable? I don't mean touch up my war paint or anything but you could wipe my mouth of any blood or vomit? I would greatly appreciate such a notion of camaraderie.
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