PrincessIn the midst of the silence of shame Came the cries of a feisty infant Dark hair hiding a bright mind Eyelashes gold from the heavens’ sun She was to be his princess pride and joyPrincess
A tiny thing barely fit to exist She was kept behind plastic walls Yet every day when her duties were done A mortal guided by angels came And saw beauty in her bawling
Yet his shoulders were slowly cracking As he walked a fixed path to nowhere Green grasses growing gray Sweet sun sinking sorrowfully
In her eye was a faint forgotten tear As she bade a s
Lethal TruthJane Doe was declared dead at 1:14 AM. The cause is currently unknown, but the autopsy revealed too many scars on her skin and too many bloodstains on her spirit.Lethal Truth
For now, we are assuming it was a truth-induced jolt to the heart that stopped it from beating and prevented her to feel. She clearly suffered during her death.
Runaway IThe pitter-patter of autumn rain against the window drummed on the edges of my mind, threatening to flood my thoughts with murky memories. I mentally closed each and every door, hoping to shut out the water for good.Runaway I
The coffee mug's eerie warmth suddenly coursed through my fingertips, up my arms, and into my head. The diner was toasty compared to the frigidness of the outside world. An early winter was approaching New Jersey that year.
I brought the mug to my lips and sipped its contents hesitantly, flinching when the sweet burn trickled down my throat. Just as I set it back down onto the table, the familiar footste
Let It ShineShe had a habit of singing the first verse of "This Little Light of Mine" to me whenever the misery of the earth sprouted in my soul and its vines constricted my heart. She only knew that one stanza, but to me, that was the most meaningful part of the whole song.Let It Shine
Her singing voice was a mixture of Fiona Apple's and Nancy Sinatra's: smooth but saucy. When she crooned to me, her lips were dangerously close to my ear, and her tone was soft and soothing like the whisper of a songbird:
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.
My head found itself pillowed by her full breasts. The tears that tr
Executiocide - Richard x LukeHe was curled up on the floor of his jail cell, a dazed expression on his face as he wrapped his arms around himself.Executiocide - Richard x Luke
Three years ago… when he was incarcerated for his crime… he’d never imagined it would end like this. Doing the one thing he thought he would never do: showing weakness. He didn’t care that the others could see him this way… if one of them even breathed a word to the guards, it wouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he could barely hear that annoying movie star, Engarde was it…? He could hear him speaking with one of the guards. No, that didn’t matter at all. He would b
I NeverI never asked for roses (Though a dozen might be nice), I never asked for chocolate (I guess I can sacrifice).I Never
I never wanted diamonds
(Though we all like shiny things), And I never asked for love songs (Though I love a guy who sings).
I never asked you for your heart (Though what girl could complain?) And I never yearned perfection (But your tries were not in vain).
I never dreamed of true romance (It found me anyway), And I never thought you'd love me (But I hope you're here to stay).
Literary Groups and Clubs.Literary Groups and Clubs
GENERAL LITERATURE GROUPS:
Adopt-a-Writer - http://adopt-a-writer.deviantart.com/ A club built to match up all kinds of writers, whether a creator of prose or poetry, and find someone who will offer critique, help, and friendship! Deviants have the chance to be an adopter and an adoptee, or either, and can even create a family of supporters based on offering friendly critique. Varied projects such as contests and resources are planned for the future. Last update/submission: Jul. 28, 2008 / Jul. 16, 2008
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Still Alive
Neutral
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"Don't dream it; be it." - RHPS
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