|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
HumanCould I ever be,
Less than human?
Is it possible,
That I'm not a person?
What is it like,
To have a soul?
Will I ever,
Is there a way,
To be whole?
What will it take,
To gain a soul?
Do you yourself,
Understand the ability to love?
When will you cease,
Is my hurt not enough?
More Sublimination: To -------Do my real friends-
Talk behind my back?
Berate my flaws,
And virtues I lack?
Do my real friends-
Then be rude;
Treat me like sh-t?
Do my real friends-
Tell me "Shut up!"
And be mean?
Do my real friends-
To everything I say
And reject me entirely?
DO MY REAL FRIENDS-
Call me names
"Shut up!" or
Act passive -
And act fake?
Real friends don't
Treat me poorly.
Clasp my ears,
In the air.
In my empty,
From far away,
To reach me
And fill me up.
Drift me to you,
So we can
Burn out stars.
Let go and
Your Canvas HeartYour heart
Is white and pure
Like my canvas.
I want to ruin it.
For the passion
Of first love
And initial attraction
Thinking you're mine.
Of sweet times
Buried in snow.
For growing envy
As I leave, tossing
You in the sea.
For the waves
Pulling you down,
Making you stay.
Into a new person.
I've painted your canvas heart,
And ruined you.
You are the remains of a rainy day.
EscapismI'll just crash and burn
Faster than the Hindenburg
"Oh the humanity"
Sits on the tip of an iceberg.
Like the thing I most fear
Your breath whisp'ring on my ear
At the though of leaving me here
Quitting is my only option
Like a combustion reaction
On myself for asking
For a second chance
To go back to Wonderland
Where I can
The madness done by my hand
Synapses fried, left for dead
From the world I most dread.
USxUK Forget-Me-Nots pt. 3Matthew stood in the living room, holding his phone to his ear, listening to the humming of a dead line, the only noise or thought in his dead mind. He stood there, for who knows how long, not bothering to count the minutes.
Eventually after he collected his senses, he flipped it shut and threw himself into his couch. "Oh, why! Why must Arthur do something irrational and stupid like that! Uggh then he brought up the dresser incident I was looking "
He had never meant to say yes to Arthur's scheme, but then Arthur just had to bring that up!
"Dresser incident? What were you looking at? And who are you?"
Matthew jumped. He hadn't realised that his pet polar bear had entered the room, Klondike bar in hand. "AWWWAGH! I'm Mah-aah-theeew!" he whined. "And you shouldn't eavesdrop on people's conversations, Kumichi!"
"Kumajiro." It corrected in what could only be described as a deep squeal. "And it wasn't much of a conversation, seeing that you were talking to yourself."
Llama thank you poemThank you very much for the llama,
He's calm and mellow without any drama.
Such a good natured fellow, he only spit once on my mama,
But that was because she tried to wash his pajamas.
Is this the end?Rain is lowering through my soul
The earth is crumbling beneath my feet
My courage has taken it's toll
I am soon under the call of defeat
I feel as if I am slowly fading
All my strength has left me
All this suffering and pain is degrading
Makes me regret as I float towards the sea
Is this now the end
The conclusion of the last chapter
Unable to try to amend
Or turn and face my captor
No, I can't let it end now
I must cross this bridge
No matter what, I will not bow
In order to get to my fridge.
Llama thank you poemOoh Ooh gots another llama
as a rule I hides him from Obama
Llama taxes are out through the roof
but if he's not here there is no proof
I had him stashed in my shop at work
but he was kicked out by my boss, stupid jerk
Now we wander through park and forest
but we're chased by llama police and we get no rest
Wandering along from house to house
I say "He doesn't eat much and he's quiet as a mouse"
But my nose is bruised from slamming doors
hiding this llama has turned in to a chore
He comes trotting up, wonder where he's been?
he looks at me his fuzzy face a big grin
Seems he won a national spitting contest
from a thousand entries his loogy was the best
Now its cash prizes, book signings and world tours
he's rich and famous now, living large for sure
Me, I was arrested while traveling through Texas
sentenced to prison for..........
The youth and the one legged knightMany are the stories told
by the hearth side on cold nights,
of the knights of this fine land
and their bravery and valiant fights.
But one such tale above the rest
will shock you to your core,
for one knight lost his leg one day
while hunting for a boar.
Now he was strong and he was feared
despite his peculiar condition,
And this confused one brash youth
who questioned the knights position.
So the youth came forth one fateful day
a challenge for to set
And he inquired of this one legged knight
why he'd not retired yet.
The knight did laugh, so deep and loud
at the simple inquisition.
Then he spake in a voice quite low
"I'll tell ye' if ye' listen"
And so the youth did thus agree
But the answer from the one legged knight
did anger and astound.
"You see, skill is not lost easily,
and I am still the best.
It seems that you doubt my ability.
Shall we put this to the test?"
Astounded by the proposition,
and feeling pity for the fool,
The youth said "It seems you've
Android-princess' dreamsI found this little alien —
Infused with thoughts ‘neath automation,
Though free of oughts of toyland nation…
Her wish is to be clothed in life
Of animation without strife,
Of painless sensitive traverse
With fellow humans of discourse,
With carbon units made to love
Appearance, function, purpose-glove…
— Silver Rajah of Sophiastan
10 bigass alley cats
bitches rolled up, each w gats
told them lil niggas to step back
unless you comin to get a tat
Tats are whack said the fattest cat.
whipped out ma tallywhacker
took his wife n slapder
said listen here u pussy nigga
ill make u shit
youll all need litter. You wanna be
my dog's next dinner? No i insist on dinner
Bring your wife, i will split her,
with all u niggers
She an orange tomcat? o she a ginger?
shit ma nigga didnt know u like dat spice!
her cat ass nice, dat tail be bushy
My niggaz cant wait to get in dat mushy,
fish bonin ha ass, 10 niggas, no class,
ill be her new pimp, she got pizazz fo an alley cat
she smilin, u mad?
Did u know dat pussy iz bad?
tell her lay off tha tuna, smellls like
Attempt at LimerickThere once was a lady in waiting named Brandi
Who for her princess wished to come in handy
She embroidered dresses by day
And at night engaged in foul play
Yet received not but a peppermint candy
Llama thank you poemI thank you deeply for the gift of the llama,
He's a tropical dude, says he's from the Bahamas.
I showed him around then took him to my mama's,
She's a seamstress and would mend the hole in his pajamas.
while waiting he said,"Mon, I can't take all dis strife and drama,"
"its gotten bad since you vote Obama."
"tomorrow I swim de ocean, before I get bad karma,"
"I go to India for enlightenment and study with the Dali lama"
The Priory School: Dr. Thorneycroft HuxtableA/N: …we stared in silent amazement at this ponderous piece of wreckage, which told of some sudden and fatal storm far out on the ocean of life.
Dr. Thorneycroft Huxtable:
For him the ocean of life looks trouble.
Holmes and Watson weren’t expecting flotsam
But on their bearskin they’ve got some.
...Because I was bored.I'm tired
And I can't think of what to write!
I take a swig of Mtn Dew
And try to think.
My stupid siblings are making a racket.
I call from my computer
"Maw-aw-awwm!" they whine.
To face my wretched enemy-
My blank screen
And my even blanker mind.
I can hear the cosmos laughing.
Chides me and tells me to turn down
I turn up Adagio instead
And get an eyeroll.
Back to it!
To thinking what to write!
I cannot think at all!
The laughing gets louder.
Quickly I type
And post in on DeviantArt,
And I did it all...
...Because I was bored.
Keep in Touch!
A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More