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InspirationThe boy slips further into the trees as she runs by. She has her jacket pulled over her head as she attempts, unsuccessfully, to shield herself from the pouring rain. She walked to school this morning, not knowing that heavy storms had been in the forecast for this afternoon. If the boy were allowed to speak with her, he could have told her that it would start raining at exactly 2:47, forty three minutes before she got out of school. That was an odd trait of his sort; weather predictions. It was too bad that they had to be taken from society before they could become weathermen or women. They would have made a fortune predicting weather down to the exact minute and location.
If the boy was lucky, the girl would soon be able to predict weather as well. She was showing all the signs that his kind show before they go through the change. Her agility had increased, probably due to the weight l
The Burden of HateI hate you.
Those three simple words can mean so much and do so much damage. We always say that the words I love you are tossed around so easily and so carelessly but what about I hate you? Wouldnt that do just as much damage in a completely different way?
Think about the word hate. The word itself, not even used in a sentence, makes my heart go cold. We use the excuse of honesty to explain why we say things to people. We tell a person something rude to their face, or in their presence, and we say, Well at least Im honest. But really, was that so-called honesty necessary? Did we really need to hurt someone in such a way?
This is when the cliché, do unto others as you would have them do to you, comes in to play. We hear this all the time so we pay it no mind, but if you really
All You NeedWhy do you keep searching,
saying that this will help.
You think this one small thing
will get you through everything else.
Can't you see?
All you need is me.
You seek my love in others.
My care, comfort and love.
Can't you see that is not the cure?
Only I, your Father above.
Can't you see?
All you need is me.
Stop looking now and listen.
My heart, it beats for you.
I did something no man would.
My son, he died for you.
I have a plan set out for you.
Just wait and you will see.
You life, your story I have planned
is better than your dreams
For now live for today.
Let me be your one true love.
When the time is right, I will send
the one you've always dreamed of.
Can't you see?
All you need is me.
PrayerI dont know exactly what made that prayer different. Suddenly, I was talking to you as if you were sitting right beside me like my best friend. We talked like we havent talked in ages and astoundingly it wasnt boring! I could literally feel your presence. I told you everything. I told you about my day, what went good and what went bad. I told you what I was struggling with and what I was feeling confident about. I even joked with you! I was filled with utter happiness during and after that prayer that lasted into the week. If not for that happiness and that comfort well, I would not be in as good a mood as I am now! I feel changed, just after that one prayer. Thank you Lord, for that one prayer and I hope there are many more like it to come, best friend. I love you.
I tryI try to help everyone else
I hurt myself in the process.
I try to deal with other's pain
It just increases my own.
I try to be the perfect example
I mess up.
I try to get the perfect body
I starve myself instead.
I try to fix others faults
I lose time to fix my own.
I try to make everyone like me
I split into different personalities.
I try to handle everyones burdens
It weighs me down and breaks my heart.
I try to ignore the pain
I become stressed and overwhelmed.
I try to be friends with everyone
It's hard when they don't like each other.
I try not to be hateful
I end up hating myself.
I try to be the happy girl people want to see
I let out the unhappiness in bad ways at home.
I try to act innocent like others think I am
I'm not innocent at all.
I try to be who everyone needs me to be
I'm not who I need to be.
I try to help others through tough times
It brings me down instead.
I try to love everyone
If they don't love back, it hurts.
I try to not take things personally
It's hard when
I CAN'TI CAN'T be perfect................................................I CAN try my best.
I CAN'T help everyone I see..................................I NEED to help myself.
I CAN'T have the perfect body..............................I CAN stop starving myself.
I CAN'T let other peoples pain be my own.............I NEED to deal with my own pain.
I CAN'T always be the perfect example..................I CAN let others know when I mess up.
I CAN'T be who everyone needs me to be.............I NEED to be myself.
I CAN'T always have a boyfriend...........................I CAN wait for "the one" to come.
I CAN'T have everyone like me.............................I NEED to not care.
I CAN'T be the perfect Christian............................I CAN ask for forgiveness.
I CAN'T fix everyone............................................I NEED to fix myself first.
I CAN'T rely on myself all the time........................I NEED God to help me.
"First take the speck out of your own eye, then you will see c
LIFEMy LIFE began today
So small you cannot see
I am a little girl
DNA is telling me
Brown hair just like my mom
Blue eyes just like my dad
I have no idea
What kind of life they have had
My first word will be mommy
I cant wait to see her smile
For now I am enclosed,
Waiting all the while
I will go to church
And I will go to school
In the winter Ill go sledding,
In the summer to the pool
I cannot wait to LIVE this LIFE
To see what is outside
This place that I am in,
I will not have to hide
I am growing very fast
They know now I am here
I cannot wait to see them
It seems like its been years
Hold on just one second,
Something is happening.
I dont know whats going on
All the lights are fading.
It hurts but I cant scream
For my voice is not quite here
Help me mommy!
But I cannot shed a tear
I dont think I will make it
I dont think I will see
I will never see the faces
Of those who made me
I will never get outside
This place Ive b
They Don't KnowThere's a smile on my face
but there's tears in my heart.
People see a happy girl
while my heart tears apart.
The struggles with appearance,
I know no body sees.
The eating and the makeup,
I'm falling to my knees.
The constant struggle
there is between friends.
They have no idea
it tears me beyond mend.
The hate between people
that tears at my heart.
They have no idea
how it pulls me apart.
I don't let them know,
I don't let them see
how much I struggle.
There's turmoil inside me.
They say I'm so pure,
so cute and innocent.
But I'm not, they don't know.
I can't let them see it.
If they ever found out,
oh how they would judge
and how big the hate
it would be huge.
I couldn't be the example
I so want to be.
I couldn't ever help them
because they had seen.
I can't let them know,
I can't let them see
the hurt I go through,
the pain that's in me.
So I'll keep on my mask,
I'll keep up this charade.
I'll hide all the pain
with the mask I have made.
HateI hate, hate so much
Ironic as it is
all this hate
i hate hate
we're all humans
we're all the same
we all make mistakes
so why all this blame?
God tells us to love
that hate is like murder
so we're all killers in the end
at some point in time
we've murdered someone
a family member
why can't we just love?
forget others faults?
they're struggling too
they don't need this
we don't need this
let's just try
to love one another
cause God did the same for us
murderers in hate
but he sent his son to die
lets love as he did
Lucid DreamingSome people can control lucid dreaming. I've tried to learn how to do it myself, but I've failed each time. However, I do lucid dream, but it's random and involuntary.
I remember a dream where I was hanging out with Hermione Granger for some reason, and one of my teeth fell out. I have a lot of dreams about my teeth coming out or crumbling. Then a few more came out, and I showed them to her.
"Why do I always dream about my teeth falling out?" I asked her, and she pulled a book from out of nowhere, flipping through it.
"It's a sign of insecurity," she explained.
"Great," I laughed dejectedly.
I think that's one of the only lucid dreams I can remember having that wasn't a bad dream or a nightmare, which are the ones I've had most recently. The scariest part of the dreams, even if they're just mildly unpleasant, is being aware that you're in a dream.
In one, I was talking to a girl in the dormitory I was living in. For some reason, we were all on this huge boat that was sort of lik
Teenagers - Male!Reader x NewStudent!Female!ReaderAN: You can choose to read this with your male/female partner if you want, though you can read it by yourself. If you're reading it by yourself, then you may fill in who the other reader will be. Or just fill in the brackets with random names. >_>
I was about to leave the music department when I heard keys being played on a piano. It was from one of the music rooms. I followed where the sound was coming from and when I looked through the small window from the door, I saw that girl playing. The girl that transferred here just a week ago. I noticed that she hadn't been talking to anybody much besides the teacher, so I decided to knock on her door and introduce myself.
As soon as I knocked, she stopped playing immediately and turned around to see who it was. She got up and opened the door. Her eyes stayed staring at the ground.
StrayI think he’s nearby and it’s a solace, because it could be worse - but
then I’m at the top of the world, thousands of lives before me as the
symphonic grass brushes my calves and the cool wind tugs at my hair -
someone down there could be grieving, celebrating, arguing, laughing -
I’m not to know.
I gather my bearings: labelling landmarks, identifying villages, towns;
Hills and valleys and woods and finally the river stretch for as far as
the eye can see, but it’s not enough. He does not live there.
He is further away than I could ever have imagined.
7 minutes in heaven [Levi and reader]
A/N OK! Just going to tell you guys now… if you don’t like innapropriate things and if you are to blind to realise that this is a 16+ smut scene from the tital then do me a favour and DO NOT READ PAST THIS! because this is a vewy vewy naughty thing >:3 not that you fangirls mind of course teehee but! I am sorry if the characters come out a little to OOC I tried my best ok… now! on with the story!! - :iconSweediepiejones:
Your face paled as your crush aka Levi called yourname from the piece of paper in his hand. How hanji and the commander got him to play this was beyond you but you were shaken out of your thoughts as you were yanked out of your chair by a rather irritated corporal.
“I don’t have all day brat let’s just get this shit done.” You grunt as Levi practically throws you in the closet and gets in after you. You hear wolf whistles from the group outside. You click your tongue and welcome the silence.
Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 1Lightning Scar was sitting gracefully in the center of a sunlight clearing, staring at the sky. He was admiring the bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. "What a beautiful day it is today!" He said while his brother was running to where Lightning Scar is. Lightning Scar was so focused on the sky that he almost didn’t notice his own brother coming towards him. The scent of his brother hits his nostrils and turned around to face him, though.
"Hello there brother Cobalt." Lightning Scar said to his brother Cobalt. Cobalt noticed his brother found out it was him and said, "Hello big brother." Cobalt swiftly walked up to sit beside Lightning Scar, his brother. "I have something to tell you brother." Cobalt said as he received a nod from his brother, "Go ahead and speak Brother." Lightning Scar said. Cobalt was starting to tell his brother everything until Cobalt was quickly interrupted by a loud howl.
"AWOOOOUUU!!!" White Beauty howled loudly. Lightning Scar whipped around
Drowned In Time For eternity, there was light. It was beloved in my heart, as is with any being who lives. There was no desire for death but simply the want for a fun time. But even on the hottest and brightest days, frozen tendrils of darkness can always threaten to put us back into our place. For me, one of those moments was when those thoughts meant nothing to me. When most ideas were to abstract for my young, concrete brain. It was the day I drowned. The last thing I saw was the glare of sun as I felt a smile on my face. Suddenly, seconds were gone. I opened my eyes and felt my body rising, knowing there was a short time missing. I watched blue ribbons float horizontally as I rose towards the sky. I felt shrouded in peace, and I accepted that may have been dead. Nothing mattered to me. There wasn't even a want for air. It was the most calming sensation until I broke water. Suddenly my lungs gasped for air. Disorientation led me into a fit of anxiety as I realized how far my friends we
On Ideas and Blackberry Pie IIA few summers ago I spent two weeks with my great-aunt in Victoria, where she lived with her husband in a little house next to a golf course. Now, every summer I indulge in self-reflection, contemplating my life, my goals, my future, and deciding how I should change to make the next year better than the last.
That was how, for two whole weeks in that summer, I became a runner. Attempted to, anyway.
The golf course next to my aunt’s house was surrounded by a trail that was the perfect distance for me. Leafy trees provided a reprieve from the sun, and by the end I always felt better, although sweatier, than I did before. When I would trot through the door at the end of my run, triumphant, my sister would shake her head at me in awe of my resolve to lead a healthy life.
The very best part about my excursions, though, were the blackberries.
Along the trail stood blackberry bushes, tall and prickly and filled with fruit. They grew in patches on the side of the trail, sporadically popp
Writing Exercise - 8:18 am 30 September 2014 She jumped out of the car and rushed to the door. Fumbling with the keys, she unlocked the door and rushed in to grab her fiance’s work ID that he had forgotten. The young woman ran back out to the car and jumped in handing the man’s ID to him as she got herself buckled in.
They drove down to the male’s place of employment. After turning off the car, the man leaned across the seat and kissed his fiancee. Both removed themselves from the car and stood for a moment in the empty parking lot.
“Zip the up the jumper and make sure the hood is up,” the man said as his fiancee shivered holding the jumper tight around her body.
The young woman gave a nod and a smile, “I’ll message you when I get home.”
She gave him one last kiss before she began to walk away from her fiance. She looked back at him and smiled before starting up th
Ana's Journey SummaryThis is a story of a wolf called Ana and her journey. The young wolf had a lot of suffering in her life, but one day new things started happening in her life like love, protection, caring, and so much more. Our young leader runs into her past foes while out in search for food. Can Yamcha get to her in time to protect her from these dangerous wolves out to settle a score?
Sit still...We are all human.
As humans, I realize, we cannot stand still. Our lives are chaotic and we are always saying we want some peace and quiet. This is peculiar because when that peace does come, when there is no noise in a usually loud room, we do something to make noise. We turn on the music or say "AWKWARD SILENCE." Why? If a fight between friends has just settled, we dig up old bones and awaken the drama because there is nothing to fight about, nothing to gossip about, nothing to make a big deal out of. Why? Because we MUST have something going on in our lives. We cannot stand live without noise, without drama, without chaos, even though we are always saying "I just want some quiet" or "I just want this drama to blow over." When there is finally a calm in the storm, a break in the drama, a silence within the noise, we create something to fill what we might consider as a "void" at that mom
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