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Today, Things Are DifferentThe world is rolling backwards
While I feel like I keep moving forward.
Today is like all the rest.
I’ve passed by the same old things
Time and time again.
Nothing around me has changed.
Today is like all the rest.
I feel so stupid
For believing in all those lies,
That someday the world will change
And that I will be the one behind it.
Today is like all the rest.
I took the time and did my work.
I looked at the world around me.
I tried to change what I thought was wrong,
But at the end of the day,
The only wrong thing in the world was me.
Today is like all the rest.
I double checked, and there’s nothing wrong
With the work that I did,
And there’s nothing wrong
With the choices that I made.
Does that mean that I was right all along?
Maybe these days are different,
Because the world that I saw yesterday
Was different than the world of today
And the things that were all so familiar
Were things that I’d done, and never noticed.
Maybe these days are different.
This is How Good I am with WordsI’ve got a secret that I have barely even acted on yet
I bet that last line was confusing–
Well, I guess I meant to say that first line–
I’m sorry, I’m not too good with my words.
That’s part of the secret though.
It’s actually kind of an embarrassing secret,
Involving relationships and words and stuff like that because
I can speak well through my fingers and ink,
But not with my mouth,
Because when my brain creates words for my mouth to speak
It tends to screw things up pretty often,
But when my brain creates words for my fingers to write
They actually come out pretty okay.
Maybe it’s because I know that I can’t annoy the paper
(Like I’m probably annoying the reader)
With the amount of words that I say,
How they come out,
How long it takes me to say them,
And what I’m trying to talk about.
Four New SeasonsThis world begins anew in the beauty of spring.
Its warmth is just again beginning,
Its light shining a bit brighter through the green leaves of the trees
Only to touch the ground ever so softly.
The light stays for a bit longer during its brand new days.
The newest forms of life open their eyes in the morning’s light,
Awakening again by their parent’s sides.
The warmth of the light grows stronger as the days turn to summer,
And the young continue to grow with it.
They learn about the world around them,
And experience the beauty of the summer’s new days,
Like how the rain ends as quickly as it starts
And how to search and hunt for the things they need.
But like the summer rain, summer ends as quickly as it starts.
The beginning of autumn brings the onset of change.
The leaves upon the trees, that once were green
Now are dying off, and turn new shades of colors.
The days get chillier about half way through,
Leaving the young ones, now much older, to change like the lea
Failure is Instructive“Failure is instructive.” –John Dewey
I have failed many times in my life. There are countless things that I have done wrong. I have so many regrets, it’s hard to keep count of them all. There’s nothing about my failures, my mistakes, and my regrets that I can change.
Except improve from them.
Improvement is a solution, right? I can learn from my mistakes. I can make right what I have done wrong. My failures are not the only things that define me. Sure, I can’t exactly fix my regrets, but I can at least try. My successes are a part of me too. They are just as a part of me as my failures are.
Even though I am one to give up when I feel like things are too hard, and sometimes I can’t help myself from seeing both myself and the world around me negatively, that doesn’t mean that I act that way constantly. I am not perfect. I know that all too well. I can rattle off a list to you about what I don’t like about myself,
How I See MyselfI’m not a stereotypical human being
I’m not a stereotypical teen
I see and know and feel
Differently than people expect
I see patterns and equations to get through:
Life, death, religion, and class that
Eventually leads to the same thing;
A class act of religious life and death
I know too much about everything
I know too little about the same thing
That she was talking about last week
Or is it next month?
I feel as different as everybody else
But everyone else is the same person
One way or another or exactly the same
As the guy who sits in the corner alone
My life is a dream in comparison to
Just what people think of me
There are things that they know
And secrets they aren’t telling me
I don’t know what I’m doing
Where I’m going or who I want to be
I don’t know how to live or die
Or even do geometry
All I know is all that I can do
I can get through my life on my own
Somehow by myself, but maybe not alone
I’ll need that helping hand and a
The Intro VersionMy silence shouldn’t be frowned upon
My words are more important than you think.
Don’t see my silence as rude,
Don’t you dare think that I’m dumb.
I may not always raise my hand to give the answer,
But that’s only out of fear.
Fear of the limelight,
Fear of the attention,
Fear of the judgement
That others put on to me.
Those fears are just as bad
As his fear of heights, her fear of the dark,
All of the things that you fear-
And everything that fits in between.
I treat my fears quietly.
I fight all of my wars wordlessly.
An introvert is what I was yesterday,
An introvert is what I am today,
An introvert is what I’ll be tomorrow.
There’s no changing that.
The Liar's TruthLies, lies, lies
and truths, truths, truths.
Neither can distract me from
how I feel about you, you, you.
Meeting in the Moonlight The ground is chilled by the night’s subtle breeze. The nearly full moon decides to show itself tonight, and reflects its light in the slightly choppy water of the New York City harbor that’s sits before me. The small hill I sit on, in this small, empty park near the Brooklyn Bridge gives me a perfect view of the city’s lights twinkling in the night, replacing the stars they removed years ago. The only thing that separates me from that city now is the harbor. The only thing that separates me from that harbor is a few yards of grass, and an asphalt path. All of these things are seen by only the moon and I.
I’m the only one in this park right now, in the middle of this silent night. This is my time. This is my time to think. My time to be alone. My job surrounds me with people who talk at me, not to me. With my roommate comes parties and borderline alcoholism. Nothing makes me more relaxed, more at peace with both myself a
“I’m done with you! This was your last chance and what did you do?! You screwed up again!” You yelled into your phone at your now ex-boyfriend. He once again cheated on you for the third time along with gambling, smoking, and buying useless things. He was using up all your hard earned money and you let him thinking that he had really changed this time. It always seemed like he had for a couple weeks but then things would change as soon as you started to save up your money and it seemed like you would have extra to spare which he would take form you instead of using the money he had. You really loved him but it was time to move on and not let him back into your life. You felt hot tears whelm in your eyes as you looked up at the sky. Finally, you decided it was good to walk for a bit to clear your mind.
As you walked, you soon came to Venice, not realizing how far you had walked form your home. You live in Italy for years and spoke the language well but you preferred to
Raising a Beast (RP)On your journey's, you all of sudden come across a small fragile looking creature. It appeared to be alone, no mother, no father, just sitting in it's nest/den staring dead at you with eyes of curiosity and wonder. It would begin to crawl out of it's nest/den towards you. When you tried to shoo it away, it would just continue to pursue after you like duckling chasing after it's mother. You eventually gave in, guessing that the beast had been abandoned.
A. Merchant - You go from one city to the next, selling you wares to the local towns people to make money for food, clothing, and a warm bed at an inn.
B. Solider - You serve in your allegiance military being moved from one stronghold or camp to the next, often going off to battle to then return wounded or with a few scratches.
C. Bandit - You robe and mug people for a living, your group in constantly moving to keep up with cravens or royalty to robe or kidnap.
D. Alchemist - You wondered the world to study the races, plants, mag
[NOTES] Zero x Reader (Part 1)
As you entered the classroom filled with Day Class students, you didn't expect the events that would take place over the course of the next couple days. Sweet, sweet unsuspecting you.
As usual, you headed to your seat beside Yuki Cross, greeting both her, Yori, then Zero who sat behind the three of you. You knew nothing about vampires, but had become close with Zero anyhow.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was just your typical morning... that is, until you opened up your black spiral notebook.
There, on a fresh sheet of unused paper was a small envelope with a red, heart seal. Though its appearance surprised you, you didn't think too much of it and began to open up the small thing, seeing no need to hide it from or reveal it to anyone.
However, once you read the contents inside of it, you quickly closed your notebook, cheeks as red as a tomato. The sudden motion also caused Yori and Yuki to look at you with startled, confused expressions which you imme
Being Put Into PlaceAUTHOR'S ADVISORY: The following story contains soft vore and is not suitable for all tastes and preferences. Viewer discretion is advised prior to reading.
The late morning sun fell across my face, forcing me to get out of bed to begin the day. Life had become relatively slow over the past two weeks since having received my eighth badge and thus finishing my first gym circuit, though I would have been a fool to think the stresses of life had gone with the speed, for a new problem had arisen. One that would ultimately reshape who I was, and how I interacted with my friends. By the way, my name is Ted.
I pushed myself out of bed and proceeded to get myself dressed. With any luck, I'd be able to get out of the house before Mara, my Milotic and the one that I was having so many of my problems with found me. Soon, I was dressed and I stepped out into the hall. It was silent enough that I could'
Dragon TF You can't help but look around in wonder as you enter the mouth of the cave, glistening rocks covering the walls and bats chirping quietly from the ceiling. "This place is beautiful," You whisper, pulling a small LED torch from your leather satchel. With a smile you continue searching the cave, the beam of your light searching the rocks and revealing multiple crevices and little creatures running around the floor and the walls. Ancient inscriptions and symbols cover the walls, never read and undisturbed for hundreds of years. Until now... You smile
You turn as you walk, hoping too look at everything you can but not noticing a plinth behind you. With an incredible smash, the blue stone that had been perched atop it splintered as it hit the ground, the dragon imprint shattering into pieces. You gasp and turn quickly, covering your mouth with your hand at whatever artefact you had just clumsily destroyed.
"Oh no..." You murmur, your eyes darting around though not noticing the pale
Princess Lemon Berry
Hema sneaked into the kitchen without her father on watch. She wanted to find something to snack on like her usual favorite deserts. She smelt a fresh lemon cake sitting on the counter and helped herself.
"This cake is the tops," she chewed with her mouth full.
The lemon cake became nothing but empty with crumbs sitting on the cake holder. She wiped her mouth clean with a napkin and let out a cute burp.
Suddenly, she felt something strange happening to her body. Her skin pigment changed into a yellow color like a lemon from her face to her arms, legs and hands.
"I'm turning yellow!" Hema gasped and watched herself change color on her hand.
Hema swelled up larger and rounder with her clothing stretching out and grew almost to the size where she could almost touch the ceiling.
Now that Hema is a giant round yellow ball, she is now a huge lemon berry.
"Did the effects of this particular cake do this to me?" Hema rolled a little.
Her hands and feet sunk into her round body as she cannot mo
TG Caption This: Turned Into a Kitsune Deity!
"Hey, I'm going down to the shrine!" I yell through the house. I perk up my ears and just hear my father call back.
"Ok, Be safe out there!" He's probably out in the garden, trying to keep the birds off the plants. Since mum died he's had it rough, having to get enough money to pay for looking after us, I've been doing my bit to help but, it's been hard.
"K" I call back and walk to the porch, slipping my shoes on before I leave.
"Onii-chan, onii-chan!" I turn to see my Imouto running up to me, almost tripping over her own feet.
"What's up squirt?" There's clearly a reason she's stopping me, if she wanted to come she'd have her coat on.
"'nii-chan, can you take these with you?" She's standing there holding an envelope and her... ahem, unmentionables, out at me.
"Why do you want me to take a pair of your underwear with me?" Now don't get me wrong, she's about six so she's requested some strange stuff of me before, but this is very strange.
"They're an offering, baka."
"Why those though?"
Sonic And Tails, The Unbreakable BrotherhoodIt was a sunny day in Mobius, and Sonic was sitting on his couch, watching TV with his cat Star on his lap, as he continued to watch TV, the phone rang and Sonic answered the phone, "Yo!", Sonic answered, "Hey bro, this is Tails, how's it going?", Tails replied, "Hey little bro, I'm just chillin' here, how about you?", Sonic asked as he relaxed, "I'm fine thanks, anyway, I was thinking, why don't you and I hang out all day tomorrow, just like what bro's do", Tails asked, "Sure thing little bro, that sounds like a great idea", Sonic replied, "Cool, see you then bro", Tails said as he and Sonic hung up.
Night had came, and Sonic was in bed, with his dark blue nightcap on his head and gloves, socks and shoes off and his cat asleep on Sonic's chest, Sonic watched some more TV and then turned to the weather station, "Tomorrow there could be a slight chance of a strong to severe thunderstorm, so if anyone has any plans outdoors tomorrow, you might wanna keep it to a minimum", said the weathe
The Neko Outbreak Part 3
The Neko Outbreak
Part Three: Felis University
Hey, folks. Jack speaking. Actually, ladies first.
My, aren’t you a gentleman. Anyway, I happened to bust my daddy’s car (which reaked of cigarettes anyway). And I’m still running for dear life. But those reading, don’t you dare even think I’m a damsel in distress. I’m plenty capable of fending for myself. But thanks for the concern. Back to you narrator.
Wait. I haven’t even told my side of the story. Oh, whatever, I think you all know it well enough. So, now I have a neko at the edge of my coat. What could she possibly want? Narrator. Do continue please.
Before he could take a bite, he felt a tugging on his coat. He turned around and froze at what he saw:
Looking at her, she was about half his height. She has silver hair, wore a pink sailor school uniform, and sported black cat ears and tail. Her expres
Inside the CastleThe sun brightens everything.
It brightens the room,
It brightens the person that everyone sees- but, that person that everyone sees isn't even real. It's an illusion, masterfully crafted by you, so it's only visible in the sun's light.
So that it's visible to everybody.
It's not the real you.
The person on the outside is the exact opposite of the person on the inside. The person on the inside is trapped, within tall, windowless, mud-brick walls and was, and is, never meant to see the outside world. The person on the inside is waiting, praying, and hoping that someone- anyone- will break through the walls that surround it.
The person inside has secrets.
Secrets that will never be told. Secrets, kept well hidden, deep within its mind. Secrets that need to be exposed to the world outside. Secrets, much like the inner person itself. But nothing will be exposed, of course, because exposing the inner person will only cause more pain to leak through th
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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