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That Glorious HighIt was always interesting, watching them. Labored breaths, meaningless whispers, elevated heart rate – always so routine. So predictable. They would babble on and on and on, begging, pleading with me. I liked it. Their terror fed me, took me to a glorious high that took forever to come down from. I craved it. The whirring of the drill, the tearing of flesh, the crinkle of plastic wrap, and the splashes on the walls and floor – nothing could top the rush I receive from that. I would do anything to bask in that glorious feeling once more.
And so I did.
And over again.
I wonder how long it will take for my teachers to realize that their ranks are being decimated.
100 Themes Challenge #1 - Names"Marrie, you can't keep doing this to yourself!" Allen begged, cerulean eyes filled with despair. "You're perfect the way you are! Can't you see that?" Empty eyes held the only response he would get, and Allen punched the wall in unrestrained agitation.
"Failed again huh?" said a voice. Whirling around, Allen locked eyes with another boy, one with blood red eyes and jet-black hair. "You should know by now that you will always fail." The click of heels on the tile echoed around the room, louder than the heartbeat that thundered in Allen's ears. "Why don't you give up already?"
"I'll never give up!" he cried in pitiful defiance, standing defensively in front of the immobile form of Marrie. "Never! I know I'll be able to save her one day! Don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot do Nel!" The eerie glow from the monitor illuminated the glowing red eyes
Circus Ch 1"Hey babe, you wanna join me over here?" the boy said, motioning over to him and his gang. "I promise, you'll have the time of you life." His face split into what he thought was a seductive grin, and the girl scowled.
"No thanks," she muttered darkly, hands digging deeper into her pockets. "I have places to go, things to do, and nothing involves a faceless pawn like you." Sighing, she turned up the volume on her iPod and pulled up the hood of her jacket.
The boy's face contorted into one of rage. "How dare you insult me!" he bellowed as his gang rallied around him. "I was even being nice to you! How dare you!" He pulled out a knife and ran towards the girl, rage burning in his eyes. His brainless followers hollered at the girl, berating her for going against their leader.
The girl simply held up her hand lazily and muttered, "Now, be a good boy and turn around." Her atta
Wrong side of the mirrorI can see a woman, watching me through the glass. She is young, in her early twenties, with a haunted look about her. There is nothing especially spectacular about her, but something something quietly remarkable draws you in; captures your attention; fixes you to the spot.
Her eyes are a slate grey, intense and piercing; a dark energy smouldering in their depths. You notice that they glow a deep blue, like the ocean, when caught by the morning light, sometimes even the shade of a pale winter sky. A subtle ring of gold accents the border between her pupils and irises, which hold a faint sparkle of mischief against their black voids.
A shock of tight, red curls, messy yet somehow precise, frames her face. The sides of her hairstyle are trimmed short, not quite a mohawk; showing her natural gold-tinted brown. You could almost imagine her as one of the blond, adorable, cherub children, if not for the shadows of experience marking her features.
Beautiful is not a word that suits her, and de
When Home Becomes a Prison (Strength)When your pillow is no longer the fresh place to lay your emaciated spirit
But is now the chain on the ball that is your bed.
When a door is no longer the entrance to a retreat from the world
But a metaphorical lock keeping you ensconced, never stepping foot out into it.
When windows suddenly become looking glasses that never break,
Just heckle you with what you're missing in their transparent prisons.
A token of what you used to be in the faces of the people walking passed.
The people who pay no note to you;
Who have no inclination of what they are; the symbols of your long-ago life.
The sharp splinters of nostalgia that just glimpsing upon their face sends into your heart.
Every time they walk their dog,
You grimace because you cannot walk long enough to do the same for yours.
Constant reminders in everything everyone does in everywhere you go
of the things you are losing without control.
You clutch and grasp while slipping into sliding as you clasp onto what is left o
Dear JamesI placed a candle on the water for you today. It flickered and floated and gathered with candles of other losses; fathers, friends – whoever. It was as hard as letting you go; if that candle drifted away from me then would I lose you again? When they scooped the candle from the water and your flame went out who would remember that I honoured you? So I took your candle from the water and placed it into my bag. Not because I can’t let you go but because I want to remember. I will light that candle to remember you on special days.
James darling, I missed you more today than any other. I know I will miss you more again at Christmas, on your birthday and on the day you died. You are an angel but you are still with me – in the heart covered by the tattoo of your name. The ink came from within, seeping up through my skin and not down.
I am grateful for the two sonograms I have of you, yet part of me yearns to know what your face would have looked like. Would you have his thi
SaturdaysBrought into this world on a rainy Saturday morning
No memories of the years that follow
Until the pain
Eyes of a beast
Tears of a child
Walls subconsciously building to keep the child safe
But are the walls for safety or containment
Blood and bone breaking
Screaming into the night
True Love: Part one
Finding true love yourself, it is quite rare these days. But once you’ve met your special one, once you’ve looked into their eyes, you will know that something big is about to happen, if you realise it or not .. it will.
You will know deep inside, when your heart starts to skip a beat, when you want to simply grab her and kiss her until you both run out of breath.
True love is not about what you have to offer, is about how much are you willing to give, to share and sacrifice for her. It is about trying to make her happy at any given point, out of nowhere, cause you wanted so. It is about sharing your thoughts with her, telling her that you’re scared of losing her someday .. she will simply kiss your nose and tell you “silly, you’re never going to lose me”.True love is beyond physical attraction, if two souls get united, the reaction will be so powerful that absolutely no one can separate you, ever.
DreamsDreams are merely dreams...but sometimes they reflect your deepest desires, don't they?
He stole my breath away.
He was a stunning being, a mix of a man that I could not easily describe to you. With ebony-black hair and stormy gray eyes, he captured my heart in an instant. At times he would tower over me, lovingly, his presence nearing mine, and I could feel the warmth from his body.
"Sometimes I wish I could just steal a smile from you," he murmured easily. "Write you a love poem. Give you roses. I want to love you like love from the past."
I blinked, and smiled slightly back at his beautiful face. "Why the past?"
He shrugged, then he stared at me defiantly, with the Mexican pride I knew so well. "Love from even a generation ago, it was different. An innocent love, a subtle, tender thing that was cultured from a simple fire. And it grew into a tremendous passion, showing a respect of sorts. I want to show you that I love you, not just tell you. I want to appreciate you, respect you
Hidden Language"Is he ok?"
Is he alive?
"Is he alright?"
Is he breathing?
"Is he sleeping?"
Is he dead...?
Stay or Leave?"Don't get mad. I don't like it."
"Don't cry. I don't like it."
"Don't be sad. I don't like it."
"Don't smile. I don't like it."
"Don't laugh. I don't like it"
"Don't be you. I don't like it"
Then what am I supposed to do?
Then who am I?
You're saying you don't like me.
But you stay with me.
To change me into someone else
So that I don't exist anymore
I'm tired of it
I'm tired of changing
But I don't stop
I'm able to but I don't
Because you are the only one left
If you're gone,
I'll be left behind
All over again
But if you stay
I won't exist
But it wouldn't matter anyways.
I'm A Ghost (A sad true story by Apocalypse Titan)August,
It was a happiest month ever. Got a lot of watchers on DeviantArt, make a lot of money, couldn't wait for GTA V to be released Next Month, and everything. I felt happy.
I have my first Twinkie, and dreamed of flying in the air with a mountain full of Twinkies. Wednesday, got my GTA V video game from Gamefly and played it all night long. At Friday, it was hell as my parents are fucking assholes when they force me when I nearly run out of money by ordering pizzas for them.
My life have changed forever. It was my 21st birthday. Drew a drawing of me and Somy and a lot of my watchers said, "Happy Birthday". Saturday, we went to the Casino for the first time, had a buffet and lost my birthday money. Felt half drunk and I promised Somy if I win, I'll buy her a graphics card or any games on Steam. Now she's okay with this.
It was raining on Halloween, so they canceled the trick or treating and decided to
Walk the LineI walk the line in the presence of a girl who's sweet, kind, and cute. Her charming smile, innocent laugh, clear eyes, and warm demeanor make my heart melt in her presence. Even when she's mad, her tantrums are adorable. Everyone loves her.
I on the other hand am not that. I'm ragged 'round the edges, rough and worn. My laughs are sand paper, my smiles sarcastic, muddy eyes simply lie, and I am feared for my temper. I cannot be loved by any.
I don't know why she's still here even with all the problems I bring. I fuss and complain, unable to really control myself, yet she takes it all with a smile. Even with my fearsome temper, she hasn't abandoned me yet.
I really just wish I could hold her and tell her the way I feel, the way I see, why I do what I do, how I know what I know. My words are garbled and come out fractured, the splintered ends driving us apart, I know. It's s
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