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I Wish You Were Dead
And you're the memory I can't shake, the one ghost that I can't seem to out distance. The hurt from your absence I can't fake, a hollow space in my soul for remembrance. Sometimes I guess I wish you were dead, because then I could logically say why you're gone. But your memory weighs on me like lead, and I wish I could say I was done. That one memory you left to haunt, sad to say it's the only one in my possession. It's there like a taunt, and it's a sweet memory that leaves me with an odd obsession. Something so pretty, shiny and golden, a lie to an innocent child. A clawing memory of days so olden, a memory that sparks longing so wild.
And yes, I wish you were dead, so I could logically say why you're not here. I wish I could get that memory out of my head, but it's going to stay I fear.
Yes, I wish you were dead, dear old Dad.
I sit in quiet agony, the sound of suffering stirs me from my reverie. Torturous blasphemy. The screams now come rather pitifully.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
I stand at the door, waiting for a footstep on the floor. I want at the brink, feeling my eyes close in a painful blink. Physical sting is all I drink.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
Hold me captive in this cell, but in these four walls I will not dwell. Hold me until my rebellion begins to quell. But you will die in this hell as well.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
So lock me in this damn prison…but you will never take my vision…you can never steal my ambition…you will never break my determination.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
Lock me in this jail, but we both know you will fail.
Burn you wicked tormentor...
I will be the victor.
So open that door...
Open that door...
You will get all you deserve and more.
The Monster Sentence
Ever have one of those extremely long sentences that became an absolute monster? Let's face it, monster sentences eat paper, they look and sound unprofessional, and sometimes when reading one, it's hard to catch some oxygen.
While some of us love writing long sentences, sometimes wordiness can carry us into dangerous waters. In these dangerous waters, the monster sentence is lurking, just waiting to take a bite out of our writing. Don't let the monster sentence kill your writing style!
Here's an example: The dog ran quickly down the hill to chase the cat the cat then became distracted by a bird the bird was too distracted by a worm to notice the cat stalking it even though the cat was being chased by the dog.
Whew! That was a beast, right? Let's pick that sentence apart and see what can be tamed.
Revision: The dog ran quickly down the hill to chase the cat. The cat then became distracted by a bird. The bird was too distracted by a worm to notice the cat stalking it, even though the cat
Phantom of the Opera Critique
The Phantom of the Opera: Cliché Yet Charming
Though I was not familiar with Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera, I was immediately fascinated when this film (directed by Joel Schumacher) came to my attention. This film which was decisively panned by the majority of professional movie critics, I truly believe is brilliant. In this review, I will reveal why this movie is simply and purely cliché yet charming. The criteria used in my analysis include: content, set, lighting, musical score, acting, and originality.
The movie begins in a dull, black and white, grainy, 1919 Paris, France, at an auction in the old, run-down, Opera Populaire. Even though the opera house is covered in cobwebs and dust, one can easily discern that in its day it was glorious.
The real magic begins with "Lot 666," a chandelier. As the chandelier is lifted from the floor in a display of its fully restored glory, the first chord of the theme song of The Phantom of the Opera begins. A bone-chilling,
A Fresh Start
Over the course of our lives we receive scars,
We amass our hurt and anger in various sized jars.
We act like we're not good enough,
Our emotions hidden behind a wall that is rough.
So we live our lives in dreariness,
Watching the naïve with much weariness.
We scoff at their paltry temporary happiness.
We wear our misery like an honor medal,
Like we've been put through fire to test our mettle.
But maybe we're more vulnerable than we think;
Because once we love we begin to sink.
Fear pushes us to the brink.
But we look at the innocence in disgust,
We proudly swear, "In thee I will not trust."
When in reality, purity is all we lust.
But push on we will and must,
Like a dismal machine full of rust.
But maybe a vulnerability,
Is not some disability.
Because inside of you I can see,
The man you really want to be.
And maybe you can't be him just yet,
Your heart is tender and full of regret.
Your time will come so do not fret.
Because the purest heart,
Cannot tell fancy and love apart.
Nation of Shame
And we shall rise up a new people. Not chained in place by previous inequity or bigotry. We shall oust the individuals who have, for so long, restrained us from our freedom.
But what else are we but a nation in chains begging for scraps from our master's table? What else are we but the foot stool of the abusive and corrupt?
We ought to be more than the slaves of those who were originally indentured to us. Destitute and impoverished we are, our very liberty raped by their power hungry greedy natures. Who are we but tired, poor huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse, the homeless tempest-tost?
We are what we swore to protect and nurture. We are the burdened and afflicted. We are the nation of the forcibly mute. Tortured with visions of freedom and grandeur.
We have nothing…not even our name. We are the nation of shame.
My Darkest Sin, My Evil Desire
Slowly the darkness creeps, into the world it seeps. Like a bead of rain water, indeed it does not falter. In the shadows it lurks, waiting to do its evil works. The monster within, slowly it inches in. Like a long forgotten nightmare, its horrors truly too great to bear. The demon of the soul, bound to eat its victim whole. Something truly beautiful in the beast, one cannot resist it in the least. Gasp for air, you enter its insidious lair. Evil, you are my bane; smite it all as you will ordain. Baptize me in the blood; clean me in the crimson flood. Lay me down, let me drown. For in the darkness I cannot hide scenes so gory I nearly cried. I lied you are the thing clawing out from the inside. You are my evil within, my darkest sin. My evil desire.
When I was younger a year made no difference, a year really had no influence. I remember when a day was just a day; it didn't really matter anyway. Time floated by me, and it really didn't mean anything.
Now, I'm ushered into this new place, where all is puzzling even my face. A year is a century, filled with uncountable days all blurry. Time rushes by me, and it really does mean everything.
And it really is shocking that as I look back, was it the blink of an eye because it all looks dim and black.
Perhaps this isn't what it seems, maybe these horrific ideas are nothing but dreams.
When did it change? When did everything become so obscenely strange?
Moving from childhood and the familiar, into this new world that's so peculiar.
And as I wake up and remember it all now, it makes me sad and I wonder how...
When did I grow up?
Maybe you and I did have something, it's not like it meant absolutely nothing. Maybe it wasn't healthy but it was lifesaving. Maybe it was everything, maybe it was the only thing. Maybe you were all I was craving. Maybe I was only for devotion starving; our relationship was slowly fading, before even the very beginning. Maybe it was you I couldn't bare facing. Maybe your brown eyes always set my heart racing. Maybe I didn't know if you were only manipulating? Maybe somehow you were actually lying? Maybe my trust was slowly dying. Maybe in light of my paranoia we were failing. Maybe it was just our friendship poisoning. Maybe I couldn't bear staying. Maybe I couldn't express every single feeling. Maybe I couldn't stand the idea of disappointing. Maybe I couldn't force my heart to be ready for opening. Maybe this toxin was not really enthralling. Maybe this desire was slowly killing. Maybe our love was only poisoning. Maybe through this venom I was frozen, left with one thing:
C: jeje "sonríe"
R: y dimen,les gustan los juegos para computadoras??
C: claro que si! aunque me gustan mucho los árcades....
R: jeke a Noe le gustan?
C: ah mas o menos....por que preguntas de Noe?
R: p-pos solo pregunto! quiero saber un poco mas de ustedes dos para conocerlas!
C: ah okey! "cara algo enojada" linda noche no?
R: porque pusiste esa carita?
C: a por nada.....
R: todo tiene una explicación,que pashúú?
C: nada! solo es que ahsh!....
R: cuéntame niña!
C: bueno pero prométeme que seguiremos siendo amigos si te lo digo!
R: claro! seguiremos siendo muy buenos amigos!
C: okey! pues ah.........pues es que creo....
C: que me gustas "nerviosa"
C: s...si "ruborizada"
R: genial! bueno t-tu tambien me gustas un poquito! "sonríe"
C: no estas bromeando!? "sonríe levemente"
Butterfly LoveThis is my memory of us.
I meet you.
The butterfly takes shape within the first clasp of our hands,
Molded unknowingly by our fingers,
Its early wings unwittingly cut out of our first startled glance.
Its body builds itself alive in our awareness of each other.
It wants to fly in fearful recognition
It briefly stutters into existence,
While we awkwardly talk at each other
And we make accidental and fleeting connections,
That we sever almost immediately.
It stills and waits when we look away
And it flares in a brief, passing touch.
Its wings unfurl unbearably in my chest
Struggling to burst out.
I cannot breathe because I can't stop smiling.
My hands are trembling
And so am I.
I feel we don't have together at the same time,
Even if we have each other in the same place.
We birth and destroy imaginary, separate swarms,
Flinging them outward and upward,
Their confused bodies with incomplete wings
Shredding into each other senselessly,
Conociendonos....:cap 9amegos! ojala les gute!
R: muchas gracias!,y dime,tu y Noe desde cuando se conocieron??
C: pues bueno desde que teníamos 13 y 14 años! y tu y Mordecai?
R: wow! tanto tiempo! yo desde que éramos niños!
C: jaja eso es mas tiempo que lo mio,ah me canse de caminar!,no quieres sentarte junto a algún árbol?
R: claro! mientras sigue contándome sobre ustedes dos!
C: oko! "se sentó junto a un árbol" bueno que mas quieres saber?
R: cuentame algo de Noe y luego me cuentas cosas de ti!
C: bueno ambas somos muy perversas.....una vez jugamos tanto videojuegos que no dormimos por 2 días jaja además casi siempre nos gusta comer pizza!,a veces ella actúa tan responsable que le digo,quien eres mi mama? jaja pero bueno ella es asi "rie"
R: jejejejeje,son tan cool! pues ella debe ser muy cool
C: jaja si!,bueno para mi es un tanto cool....yo lo soy mas!
R: no te pelees! las dos son muy cool al 100%,así que algo re
N: ay esta bien "cara de decepción"
N: y...que me cuentas?
M: pos que creo que Rigby no fue por cualquier cosa con Cami "sigue jugando"
N: de que hablas?? "confundida"
M: "pone pausa" a no seas tonta no me digas que no te diste cuenta?
N: darme cuenta de que? de que Rigby gusta de Cami?
M: ah pos no solo eso por que hacían,las miradas,todo la verdad creo que ambos se gustan...
N: seee...de segurito que si...aunque le tengo un poquito de envidia a Cami..."nerviosa"
M: y por que? "¬w¬"
N: porque...ugh!...ella ya casi tendrá novio...y yo no tengo! "triste"
M: y eso que no importa...yo no tengo novia y soy feliz
N: y tu eres feliz?! yo no..."emo"
M: entonces consíguete un novio "sigue jugando"
N: esta bien..."cara de decepción"
M: okey esto es solo para que no estés triste no pienses que es otra cosa...."la besa apasionadamente"
N: y eso por que??
M: para que dejes de quejarte! "¬_¬"
N: pos si no me es
Conociendonos....:cap 11Para ustedesssss!!!!
R: claro que no! pero seguiré siendo tu amigo ..
C: ah esta bien...."decepción"
R: que pashu?? tu dijiste eso..
C: pus por que pensé que no te gustaba....
R: pero si me gustas! "sonríe"
C: entonces?....."se frota la nuca"
R: entonces que? "confundido"
C: que somos?..."colorada"
R: no se!
C: pues amm........tu que dices?
R: no tengo ni la menor idea!
R: Claro! "sonrisa enorme"
C: jeje volvemos? Rigbycito "colorada"
R: claro! hay que ver que estan haciendo estos dos...
C: claro! esos perversos....."lo toma de la mano"
R: porque perversos?!
C: ya sabes...
R: piensas que estan teniendo lemon!?
C: no no claro que no!
se van caminando hasta que llegan a la casa a ver si ya llegaron las pizzas.....
Conociendonos....:cap 7y sigue por acullá!
M: pues veremos mapache!
R: esta bien! "sonríe"
M: hagamos un trato,el que pierde juega al Slender! "rie"
N: amo ese juego!!!
C: no quisiera perder "cara de terror"
R: yo tampoco "misma cara que Cami"
N: oh vamos! no da miedo! es divertido!!
M: ya la oyeron!
C: yo trate de jugarlo pero después....no pude dormir
C: s-si "ruborizada"
N: y no me lo dijiste?! "preocupada"
C: pues no....me da vergüenza
R: no tengas vergüenza yo le tengo miedo a algunas películas de terror
N: oh vamos! soy tu mejor amiga Cami! me puedes decir lo que sea!! A mi ni siquiera me asusta!
C: pos a mi si,pero si quieren juéguenlo me ire a otro lado....
N: oh vamos! solo piensa en algo bonito! yo siempre lo hago!! "le sonríe"
C: no puedo pensar en nada solo en el miedo que eso me provoca!
N: oye Cami no pasa naada! al principio decia que era un juego horrible,pero me equivoque! ese juego solo te pone los pelos te punta y te pone e
Conociendonos....:cap 6Bueno chavales! aca esta el siguiente! digo para mis lectores son poquitos pero no importa....A SEGUIR ESCRBIENDO!
en un momento Rigby apretó uno de los botones del controlador de Cami haciendo que ganara
C: aja si! WOOHOOO!!!
N: pero que rayos?! eso no se vale!
C: jaja si vale! no hay reglas!
R: hmmm hmm hmmm
N: HMM HMM! veremos si Mordo le gana a Rigby! OOOOOHHHHH!!
R: aja de seguro ganare! "sonrisa malévola"
C: caro que ganaras Rigbone!
N: hmm hmm!
C: "susurra" cualquier cosa siempre puedo avisar
R: hmm hmm gracias Cami
C: de nada "sonrojada"
N: vamos Mordi! destruyelo! "sonríe"
M: jeje "ruborizado"
R: WTF!? Mordy? *pervy face*
C: que raro sonó no Rigbone?
R: jaja si!
Rigby sigue jugando......luego de varios intentos fallidos ya casi estaba por ganarle a Mordecai
M: Rigby,estubiste practicando o que?!
Mordecai empezaba a ganarle
R: te dije que si! *sigue jugando*
BlissI love seeing a smile cross your lips and reach your eyes
Making them shimmer.
I love the way you smell....
That soft hint of your body mixed with laundry soap.
Your taste is phenominal,
Almost like a drug to me.
Your voice makes me wet...
Your touch makes me weak
In the knees.
At your feet or in your lap
Is where I belong....
I long to follow.
I yearn to fill...
On A Midnight Drive
The tempests toss...but with a single word they can be still...and in the peace finding solitude and comfort...release... Let us together strive to be perfect beings. Even if that means we become something more than human. Transcending humanity perhaps could be a blessing...to forget pain and regret...to have something more...something of a little more merit. Something greater than fate, or the cards life dealt to devastate...
Dive with me away from the confusion, maybe reality is an illusion. Come away with me into the silence of night…away from the painful blight. Come away with me tonight…on a midnight drive.
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