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That She May SeeI made the offer to my dead wife to use my eyes
to see her grand children grow up. Now every time
I see something I probably shouldn't, every time I
look to the darkness all I can think of is her eyes
looking back at me.
They do not judge only seem sad at a broken promise.
My mind is changed as is my heart. I wish only for her
happiness wherever she may be as I look once more to
the photos of our Grandchildren that she may see.
Dead At My FeetLeft standing in the aftermath of that battle within myself,
blood and terror, total war of the soul stains the earth
as fire licks razor cuts upon my fine ideals to smoke
that stings my eyes and leaves a taste of burnt flesh
upon my tongue. Gods and devils lie
dead at my feet.
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Hell An' Damnation!It'd been hours since the funeral and wake of Pappa Joe, the oldest living family member and my Grandfather. I'd eaten more than my fair share, drank too much and told too many of the "colorful" stories I remembered the old man telling over the years and so when it came time to leave no one made even token attempt to get me to stay. Granma stayed behind. There were family members she only ever saw at funerals and weddings she'd explained. I'll catch a ride with........ she'd said but my mind was a blur from the booze and I'd wandered away and out the door without even hearing, or if I'd heard I didn't comprehend.
Hell an' Damnation! I heard immediately upon entering my Granma's house. Hell an' Damnation! The familiar voice gave vent to all the frustration of a man who'd walked into his home only to find he no longer lived there. Hell an' Damnation I heard again as I stood transfixed unable to look away from the scene of Pappa Joe standing, his back to m
I Keep DreamingThe world shakes
I see my face in the broken mirror.
Facets of existence,
a million different mes falling from my bed.
The floor is hard and cold.
I want so much to be warm.
but I keep dreaming.
Night Of StoriesThere was a moon in the sky when I was young, the old man told us. A Moon? What's that?, the young ones asked. A whole world right up there he said. So close you could reach out and touch her if you climbed the high mountains and if you wanted you could jump up and she'd catch you and you could spend the day. Yer fibbin', said the older ones but I couldn't help but ask, where did she go? Well, she got tired one day and fell from the sky, he said and while she rested greedy people made a slave of her and made her carry them away never to be seen again. That's sad I said. Won't she ever come back? Not in my lifetime he said with a tear in his eye he quickly wiped away but I saw it. And since that night, that night of stories I've sat here watchin' , waitin' for her to return so I could say the old man missed her while she was gone and won't she please stay in case he should return.
Journal of An AdolescentMarch 18
I swore to never use this dumbass journal nana bought me but she’s dead now and I feel bad
What the hell am I even supposed to write in here
I guess I can write all the things I think but I can’t say because my friends will call me a pussy or something.
I better hide it good.
Sometimes I like to stand by the freeway and close my eyes and listen to the cars zip by. If I listen hard enough it almost sounds like the ocean. But then I open my eyes again and it’s just a Chevy with a shitty muffler.
I just read that again and I’m a pussy
I’ve come to accept my pussy ways.
It’s a shame that the city lights are too bright here and the stars don’t come out
I forgot about this journal. Oops.
Forgot about it again. Shit’s going on. Don’t have time to write down my pussy thoughts
I walked to the store today and bought bread and eggs. At what p
TG Caption This: Careful what you wish for, sister
It not like I wanted to go to the meteor shower. Dante, my 'friend' who happens to also be a recent transfer student, dragged me to it. The kid had issues, trudging me outside when he knew that I didn't like big crowds or big festivals, which wasn't exactly news that he hadn't heard already. So a bunch of pieces of ice and dirt passed by the earth without blowing it up. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo. I can hear you now, "but Hiro, these comets only go by once every thousand years! You could even make a wish on them and it could be granted!"
No, no thank you. Wishes backfire horribly. It's not like you go up to a genie and get away scot-free with every wish. There's always a catch because the universe is a huge jerkass. There's no such thing as instant gratification either, or happy endings. I decided this after the school was forced to put a huge fence around the roof of the school, and I saw it. That wasn't a cheap chain-link fence either. They even put barbed wire at th
The Object Sensations Ep1. The case of the cookiesLightbulb was sleeping this morning. She was dreaming that she's having a giant cookie and she's ready to eat that delicious cookie. Until…
Forky: HEY LIGHTBULB!
Lightbulb: *Jumps off the bed and fall* AUGH!!
Forky: Oh,sorry! Did I wake you up?
Lightbulb: *grumpy* Yes. And you make me fall and heating myself with the head!!
Paintbrush: Hey! Why with all the grumpy face!
Lightbulb: I was feel so good when I was sleeping. I was dreaming that i'm eating a big cookie!!
Forky: And did you barf after this?
Forky: It was a joke,ok?
Lightbulb: I wish that I have all the cookies to eat!
PB: Be careful what you wish for! One day you ate some cookies from the OJ's party and then you barfed on Baseball's face!!
Forky: PB's right! But you don't need to be like this. You've got all your friends and all the things that you like!
Lightbulb: Except COOKIES,of course! But thanks.
Lightbulb went away from PB and Forky to a giant kitchen. Suddently,she founds a big jar!
Maid a Mistake
Whitnee Squirrel was seated on a hard wooden chair watching the stately canine pace back and forth in front of her. She’d taken the cleaning job as a favor to a friend, covering her shift, as it were, but now she thoroughly regretted the whole thing!
“Now, I’m only going to ask you one more time, ‘Where is my wife’s necklace?’”
“I really, really don’t know!”
The dog knelt down in front of her and grabbed hold of her heels. In one swift motion, he flipped her shoes off, leaving her stockinged paws quivering on the floor.
“Hold up your paws!”
“I said hold them up! I’m still your boss!”
Whitnee did as she was told.
Mr. Tiberius spread his fingers and danced them up and down her stockinged paws. The sensation sent shivers down her spine and the young squirrel could scarcely keep from falling out of the seat.
“Now,” he asked, slowi
The Object Sensations Ep2 Our Cheese don't smile?It's a sunny day and Paintbrush was walking while he/she is listening to all the rock musics in his/her Ipod(like PB is a rock fan), when he/she founds Cheesy with a "dark" smile (which means he's serious) sitting on a tree(The tree's shadow shows Cheesy with dark colours).
Paintbrush's trying to cheer him up.
PB: Hey Cheesy, why with all the sadness in your smile?
PB: Cheesy, are you okay okay??
Cheesy: *sigh* I just fine...please go away...
Paintbrush: C'mon!!! I'm trying to help you!!!
Cheesy: Would you shut up?Please?
PB: Geez!! Alright,alright!!!
Paintbrush went away, but he/she don't really want to let Cheesy alone.
He needs help! Then PB finds Knife reading a comic book of Looney Tunes.
Paintbrush: Knife, here you are! I need your help
Knife wasn't paying attencion, so PB take the comic book off.
PB: You know you have to listen and paying attencion to people when they're talking to you,Knife!!!
Knife: Hey!!Give my book back!!
PB: Look Knife, i don't
60 For 60: The Golden Pince-Nez“You see, but you do not observe.” —A Scandal in Bohemia
“They will make you appear distinguished!” I expostulated.
“I don’t need them!” Holmes looked down at the letter. “Expensive paper, a woman’s handwriting…”
“But what does the lady say?”
Holmes held the letter at arm’s length. After a few moments he tossed it aside and I knew I had won.
“Holmes,” I said, “you observe, but you do not see.”
Being a Better Bad Guy: Entry 80If you’re low on funds, yelling more and rationing the Twinkies may be your best course of action.
SHD 103 - Assignment One
"I have turned each of you into a shadow, which shall begin the acclimation process. What I ask of you is to use this to spy on one of your fellow students. Find a secret or something interesting to report. Do bear in mind that you will not remain in the shadow form for more than twenty-four hours, so you best begin your assignment now."
When Ioren turned around, he saw nothing.
Of course there was nothing. After all, who would be wandering around in a time like this? The patrols in the dormitories start no later than ten – the hour hand on the clock tower had already passed eleven. The moon hung at the centre of a blanket of dark blue. Faint clouds hover briskly below the shining light of the stars, shielding them from anyone who looked up towards the sky. The air was calm, but no less fresh and crisp – and the silence it gave was peaceful and comfortable. It was all Ioren wanted out of this night, all he wanted outside – alone.
The howler had stuffed
Silver and Gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
For silver and gold
How do you measure
Just by the pleasure it
Gives here on Earth
Nikki Davidson hummed the song that she would hear every single Christmas when she would watch the 1964 interpretation of Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer, Silver and Gold by Burl Ives reminded the unstable ex-SPD Blue Ranger of her father, the only person she loved in her life with the exception of Auld, who was her surrogate father since her father was killed by a gang of raiders just because he was the only human on the planet that both Nikki and Auld lived in.
While Nikki was an extremely talented fighter in terms of hand-to-hand combat, it seemed that she was not only lacking in the sanity department but also the tactical department, which is what Auld knew to be necessary to have any chance of conquering earth with only two people, it wasn’t that Nikki was stupid or dumb, she was just extremely unstable and had a
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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