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SkinI want to tear off my skin
count every vein
watch every heart beat
as I crack open my chest
count every vessel
and watch every muscle contract
feel every nerve
as I watch my blood flow
I want to tear my skin off
see deeply inside
Just to see how everybody is
just then I would learn
to hate myself less
Tear it all off
and watch it all ¬¬grow back
and maybe I’ll become anew again
This time I’ll love myself
KH: MomentThey knew this day would come at some point, she was a God except that had, regrettably, not granted her immorality of a one. Which, knowing Nanami she didn't mind at all, she was always a human woman first and it was something they knew would happen in the future, Tomoe and Mizuki had started to prepare themselves for this reality, but it was always far off in the future.
They didn't expect it to happen when she was so young, only in her early thirties. But it seemed her own family's curse had caught up to her.
She coughed, smiling as Tomoe brought another warm towel to press against her head. Things had happened so fast, a cold that didn't seem to go away as the months passed. But she ignored it, there was always so much to do. She had more than enough patrons coming every day, Mizuki and Tomoe writing prayers down so she could look at them at night, and having a young child, a girl, only a year old in the shrine didn't help much at all.
In all the chaos Nanami still loved it, even n
Razaya: To Kiss a MachineRazer would wonder what it was like to kiss Aya, despite his better intentions. The thoughts, fantasies really, grew so much that it became harder to ignore. Despite the harsh voice persisting in the back of his mind that he couldn't do this. It was a betrayal to Illana! He had too much to make up for, why did he deserve any happiness?
She was a machine as well, a machine couldn't love, not like a human. Razer knew what was expected in a relationship, what he wanted and that Aya could not give him that. Even if Aya was different, how she smiled and how she spoke was more and more living like than he ever wanted to admit. And she had warmth as well, the tips of her green fingers, and her cheeks. It wasn't something you noticed at first, but Razer knew.
He thought of this at night, alone in the cold room with only the hum of the ship and sounds of his crew mates showing they were alive, and he wasn't alone. His room was dark, no light coming in and he was alone with his thoughts, which a
KH: LateEverything went terribly wrong, in all ways that it could. Every bad instance, every outcome had turned the wrong way as Nanami found herself back in the present. She could hear running as her eyes dropped low, losing conscious again, and her hands sticky with blood.
Her own blood, the only image in her mind was his face and wondering if that's how he looked when he cried.
Nanami woke with a start then, the shrine quiet but she felt a heavy body next to her, shaking almost. She turned and saw Mizuki lying next to her, his face twisted as if he was having a nightmare and it was the first instance that Nanami got that something was wrong. More so that Tomoe wasn't there, but she wasn't sure how all of this worked, and what condition he would be. She moved slightly, pain moving rapidly through her as she let out a scream.
Mizuki stood up in a flash, talking to her in a frantic voice, Nanami curled in a ball, her stomach in pain, and everything went fuzzy and numb before Mikage arrived, an
That DayI died a little that day
Something I will never get back
washed away with the tears
with the screams of regret and sorrow
Nothing will be the same
The pain is dulled, but never leaves
Always there underneath
The memories have a painful sting to them
I died a little that day
remembering that last touch
That last contact with your eyes
So much to say
It happened too quickly
I died a little that day
Something I will never get back
My heart is broken
My resolve is gone
I'm a coward
My rock was stolen
Split in two
I don't know what to do
Without You near me
Always there, never from my side
Never a moment or incident
without knowing I had you
I died that day
Who I am
Will never be the one you had
My heart bursts
For I died that day.
Magi: ScarsSome were soft, white almost the same color as her skin blending in perfectly. But others ragged, red or pink, long and thick across her back, neck and arms. It was something he never noticed before, or maybe he didn't want to notice it or really think about just what she had endured before they met, and as well as since then.
Since Alibaba was positive that he was responsible for the new scars that were much lighter and pinker then some. His eyes narrowed slightly as he sat up, staring down at her watching her back move slowly up and down as she breathed, his mouth softened slightly as he lifted his hand and lightly moved his finger over one.
It was softer than he thought it be, which made his more curious as he trailed his fingers over more, rough, some weren't smooth but pushed up slightly, like it didn't heal as it should have. Part of Alibaba wondered why he never noticed before, or why he didn't want to be notice because there were many chances before this.
But it wasn't somethin
Kamisam Hajimemashita: MineEmotion clogged his throat as she laid the child in hands, her warm hand touching his, guiding them as she spoke lowly on how to hold the child. But Tomoe didn't hear any of it, his violet eyes not able to leave the child.
His and Nanami's child.
It felt like a dream, a terrible horrible dream that would be ripped away from him when he woke up, and would be trapped in that mirror, strength leaving his body and all of it only lonely delusion in his last moments.
But it didn't happen, as minuets passed, the child squirmed slightly, but held fast asleep. Tired from her long journey into this world, He could hear Nanami's voice chattering in the background, along with The Snake's and a few friends that had come to visit and be there for the birth.
It was only this child, who had Nanami's hair which was soft that it was hard to tell it was brown, or that there was hair at all, but small fox-like ears on top of her head that twitched and moved from every sound as she got used to e
GaLe: SentimentalShe was small.
He teased Levy for it, and he knew it was something she was insecure about. But now at that moment it wasn't until she was curled at his side, fast asleep with only the sheet covering her that he truly noticed how small she was, fragile almost.
It was kind of disconcerting, like he was seeing her for the first time.
He turned to his side, watching her. Gajeel wasn't someone sentimental, and if she caught him he just say he had just woken up as well and turn away. She probably would pout before hugging him, saying he was being rude because after so long she probably could see through the act by now.
But it was the truth, he wasn't one to stare longingly or say sentimental things or things she wanted to hear. It wasn't how he was raised and that wouldn't change. He faster pick on her height than say the sweet nothings he caught her reading once in a book.
But now it didn't matter because she wasn't awake. Levy's face was soft and in a deep sleep as she curled in a small ba
GaLe: Broken Fairy TaleDragons where to be slayed, not loved.
That's how the story always went in her favorite books as a child. It fascinated Levy how the dragon in the stories never seemed to learn, of course they were formulaic stories, which she understood now. But as a child sitting there as she read story after story of the dragon it confused her and made her a little sad.
But that's how it always went.
But now, years later that thought process changed. The dragon wasn't bad; he was terrifying but also friendly. But of course they were two different dragons, but the one she thought of and now stared at was confusing to her. A part of her was terrified of him (it was hard not to be, since he gave her many reasons to be scared but also many reasons not to be scared). But even so he confused Levy so much, he was different then she thought he was or would be and he grew softer more easily to talk to and be around, despite her slight reprehension of him at first.
And then things changed.
That one week
TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't be
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
MusicWhen I’m asked what I think is the most beautiful thing in the world…I respond, “Music.” Music can incite such feelings, emotions and memories in such a way that most things can’t. Even without words, it’s still a very powerful thing.
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
Don't KnowThe truth was and has always been that I love you more than you actually know-possibly to the point of borderline teetering upon being "in love." ...I would do anything for you. I would gladly take care of you to the best of my ability. I would gladly, gently take your hand in mine and look deeply into your eyes and tell you 'everything's going to be alright.' And I would gladly take a bullet to my death to save your life…But I don't think you know. I don't think you realize the extent of how much that I love you. But that's okay, my dear friend…you don't have to know.
Why standardized testing?Why does the government think standardized testing works? I’ll tell you right now it doesn’t. It wastes my time as a student to spend a couple days staring at a testing booklet and filling in answer bubbles. I didn’t learn anything, I didn’t do well, and I had to do it almost every year I went to school. So why does the government think it works? The teachers teach to the tests, they waste my time with pointless formulas I never remember when it comes to taking the test. Why do funds require better scores? It sucks for students and teachers alike.
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
The Ground and The SkyWhen all you see is the ground, the dirt and plants. The lowest of life at it's fullest, and how dirty things could and would be. When that is all you see and want to see. To scared to look up, to look above you.
It's always amazing when you see how blue the sky is. And it becomes the most beautiful thing in the world to you. Even when it's clouded and dark (darker than the dirt) or when it's bright and the sun stings your eyes.
And that's all you remember when you finally let go and look back at the ground. And for a moment it becomes beautiful too. And all you can remember is that blue, blue sky that filled you with hope that everything will be okay.
Because it had to be okay to be able to witness so much beauty at one time.
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