What I Wouldn't Give by doublestickt4pe, literature
Literature
What I Wouldn't Give
The touch of your lips,
the taste of your kiss,
resting my hand in yours.
It's a beautiful moment, I'll never forget
the way my heart flickered when our lips first met.
But I open my eyes; see the fan blades spinning,
wake up from the dream to my lonely reality.
What I wouldn't give,
the things I wouldn't do
just to hold you
just to tell you 'I love you'
If I could just have
one little piece of your heart.
One look at your face,
the flash of your eyes,
lost in the sweet honeyed hazel.
It's a fleeting moment I'll never forget.
My heart's fighting when my mind says 'don't sat it yet'
I snap my eyes open; the world keeps on spi
I asked you to stand with me. The roads crumbled as the rain fell slowly around me, and destruction wreaked itself upon the world. The cracks ran along and over the earth, and the sound of the silence was deafening. The air was stagnant with the stench of one thousand dead souls. The stars in their crystalline elegance disappeared one by one, until only one was left shining its glow upon the desolate world. There was no one left but the two of us, and I asked you again to stay with me, not expecting you to agree. I ran down snow covered streets, and I watched the sun glinting off of the cold snow as if the snow were made of miniscule diamonds
You could be my suicide, my last breath taken. Born again, I breathe you in. I'm immune to your poisons, but not for long. You flow through my veins with every beat of my disenchanted heart, spreading through my system like a plague. This is my addiction, my poison love. A constant craving is the least that I can hope for. Every command and rending word that issues from you mouth is sweet rhythm and music to me. Hatred is the filler for your passion, and it is all that you feel towards me. This is my addiction, my poison love. I relish in this bitter taste that fills my mouth when you kiss me so savagely, the rancid stench that assaults me wh
Vibrant colors, fallen by the wayside.
They went where my life did,
Some world of listlessness,
a world inimical to beauty.
It was there they turned to gray,
and came back to paint my faded life,
give shading to something
that lost its definition long ago.
So now its gray, so many shades,
colorless, lifeless, useless overall,
with nothing to make it beautiful,
nothing left to behold, or to live for.
Everything is Not as it Seems by doublestickt4pe, literature
Literature
Everything is Not as it Seems
"They come from both the north and the south!"
"Tenric, run to the armoury, get supplies! Raise the camp!"
"Defend yourselves, knights! We cannot let them defeat us!"
She had only one thought at the time. Her sister was in danger, Her sister did not know of the attacks. She saw two of the black robed attackers riding in the direction of the glade her sister was likely to be in. She ran to the stables, mounted her horse, and rode off in pursuit. Before she could get very far, she felt a crushing blow to the back of her head, and the last thing she remembered was seeing a tall plume of fire rise above the trees of the forest before she lost
all of the things I've left unsaid,
these things I keep inside.
i never thought I'd get this far,
simply to run and hide.
i'm so close to you now,
but the distance feels so far.
i ache so much to let it out,
i bear the pain like a scar.
i wonder what would happen,
if I finally let you know.
but I know that if I told you,
there'd be nowhere to go.
so here it stays untold,
forever in my mind.
but if you ever asked me,
my love is all you'd find.
all of the things I've left unsaid,
these things I keep inside.
i never thought I'd get this far,
simply to run and hide.
i'm so close to you now,
but the distance feels so far.
i ache so much to let it out,
i bear the pain like a scar.
i wonder what would happen,
if I finally let you know.
but I know that if I told you,
there'd be nowhere to go.
so here it stays untold,
forever in my mind.
but if you ever asked me,
my love is all you'd find.
Everything is Not as it Seems by doublestickt4pe, literature
Literature
Everything is Not as it Seems
"They come from both the north and the south!"
"Tenric, run to the armoury, get supplies! Raise the camp!"
"Defend yourselves, knights! We cannot let them defeat us!"
She had only one thought at the time. Her sister was in danger, Her sister did not know of the attacks. She saw two of the black robed attackers riding in the direction of the glade her sister was likely to be in. She ran to the stables, mounted her horse, and rode off in pursuit. Before she could get very far, she felt a crushing blow to the back of her head, and the last thing she remembered was seeing a tall plume of fire rise above the trees of the forest before she lost
Vibrant colors, fallen by the wayside.
They went where my life did,
Some world of listlessness,
a world inimical to beauty.
It was there they turned to gray,
and came back to paint my faded life,
give shading to something
that lost its definition long ago.
So now its gray, so many shades,
colorless, lifeless, useless overall,
with nothing to make it beautiful,
nothing left to behold, or to live for.
You could be my suicide, my last breath taken. Born again, I breathe you in. I'm immune to your poisons, but not for long. You flow through my veins with every beat of my disenchanted heart, spreading through my system like a plague. This is my addiction, my poison love. A constant craving is the least that I can hope for. Every command and rending word that issues from you mouth is sweet rhythm and music to me. Hatred is the filler for your passion, and it is all that you feel towards me. This is my addiction, my poison love. I relish in this bitter taste that fills my mouth when you kiss me so savagely, the rancid stench that assaults me wh
I asked you to stand with me. The roads crumbled as the rain fell slowly around me, and destruction wreaked itself upon the world. The cracks ran along and over the earth, and the sound of the silence was deafening. The air was stagnant with the stench of one thousand dead souls. The stars in their crystalline elegance disappeared one by one, until only one was left shining its glow upon the desolate world. There was no one left but the two of us, and I asked you again to stay with me, not expecting you to agree. I ran down snow covered streets, and I watched the sun glinting off of the cold snow as if the snow were made of miniscule diamonds
What I Wouldn't Give by doublestickt4pe, literature
Literature
What I Wouldn't Give
The touch of your lips,
the taste of your kiss,
resting my hand in yours.
It's a beautiful moment, I'll never forget
the way my heart flickered when our lips first met.
But I open my eyes; see the fan blades spinning,
wake up from the dream to my lonely reality.
What I wouldn't give,
the things I wouldn't do
just to hold you
just to tell you 'I love you'
If I could just have
one little piece of your heart.
One look at your face,
the flash of your eyes,
lost in the sweet honeyed hazel.
It's a fleeting moment I'll never forget.
My heart's fighting when my mind says 'don't sat it yet'
I snap my eyes open; the world keeps on spi
How to Properly Use the Forums by HildeKnight, literature
Literature
How to Properly Use the Forums
It has come to my attention that many people, for whatever reason (a lack of brain cells and surplus of watching MTV perhaps), don't know how to correctly go about the deviantART forums. Whether the said deviant doesn't know about the forums beyond the Deviants Forum; couldn't tell you what the word "etiquette" means if it kicked them in the ass; or just cannot find that silly, little "Reply" link, there is always someone out there having trouble with the forums which will always result in a flame. As hilarious and entertaining the flames may be, it is something that could be easily be avoided. However, the deviant must be willing to learn if
Of Raspberry and Couches by doublestickt4pe, literature
Literature
Of Raspberry and Couches
"What would it take for me to make you give up that spot on my couch?" The spot in question? The corner seat of my ridiculously comfortable sectional couch in the basement. She always sits there when she's at my house. I've given up trying to snatch it away from her (it is, after all, my favorite spot).
"I never will, and you know it." My attempt made her laugh. That was my intention, really. I'll never get her to move, but any vain attempts tickle her funny bone. I love making my friends laugh. There was only one bad side effect. When we're on the couch and I pick on her, she usually hits me with a pillow.
"Even if I really, really wanted
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