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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
The World of Magic part 1Prologue: From One World to Another
It was a beautiful day in Paris as a van drove up to what looked to be an old and abandoned factor. The van came to a stop as four figures climbed out of it.
The first was a grey raccoon with brown eyes and was wearing a black eye mask, a blue hat, a blue shirt with a yellow collar, blue gloves with yellow bands around them, a yellow belt with a blue/yellow raccoon symbol in the middle of it, a brown back pack, a red leg pack, and blue boots. His name was Sly Cooper.
The second was a male turtle that was in a wheel chair and had on glasses, a safari hat with some pens and pencils being held by the band, bulletproof vest, along with a grey button-up shirt underneath his vest, grey gloves, and shoes. His name was Bentley.
The third was a pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with a yellow arrow on top, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them and red boots. His name
Laughter is the CureIan was at the Pokemon Center, his pokemon were being checked out by nurse joy. He decided to take a walk while it was going on. However in the hall Nurse Joy comes out looking a little depressed. He watched her go into the break room and decided to follow her. Inside she was sitting at a table.
"Hey Nurse Joy what's wrong?" Ian asked.
"Oh I've been working so hard lately, sometimes I worry I'll screw up." Nurse Joy explained with a sigh.
"That's nuts, you’re a great Nurse."
Nurse Joy sighed a little bit, Ian then noticed that her shoes had slipped off a bit revealing her bare feet. It was then that Ian had an idea to cheer her up. He sits in a chair across from her and props her feet on his lap.
"What are you doing?" She asked puzzled.
"You need a visit from the tickle monster." Ian smirked.
He began skittering his fingers along her bare soles making the nurse laugh hard. His fingers tortured her toes under and inbetween them, she squirmed hard trying really hard not to kick him
Inside The Wall'sOh good, Elvire thought, they finally left. She walked up the staircase, and pushed on the wall until it opened up. She was in the living room of a house, she had come from behind the bookcase. Elvire, walked into the kitchen and began to take small bits and pieces of the food. Not enough for someone to notice but enough to keep her going for a few more days. She brought the food downstairs and grabbed a bucket which she brought upstairs and filled with clean water. Knowing that the family wouldn't be back for a while Elvire started a load of laundry, singing and old Celtic tune, while she worked. After she had everything she needed from the house she went back downstairs closing the bookcase just as she heard the door open.
"Hello!!! Anyone home?" A male voice called. The house was silent, "Mom, Dad! You here?" he walked to the table and found a note there saying that his parent's would be out for a while. He sighed and sat down turning the tv on. Elvire could hear everything from ins
It's an Edd Life (EddXMarie) Part 2Edd stood outside of the cafeteria, waiting for his two best friends. He was marveled at the fact that Eddy might actually go through with this. After all, they were the Kanker sisters of course, the scourge of the Cul-De-Sac. Edd began to laugh at the thought, he never really thought of that since he saw her at the lake the last day of summer. Even before that, he had noticed a change in her. She had really tried to clean up her act. ‘It’s probably because of her cousin,’ he guessed, ‘he’s actually a nice guy. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was true.’
“Hey Sockhead!” Eddy’s voice broke Edd out of his train of thought. He looked up to see Eddy walking towards him with Ed hiding behind him. Seeing the comparison, Edd had just realized how tall Eddy had gotten over the years. He was still was short, but he had at least grown a few inches.
“Greetings gentlemen,” Edd said with enthusiasm.
“So where’s your gi
I dunno... Bored XDChapter 2: Homestuck scenario
Me: *Looks down at self and squeals with happiness* ROBIN!
Robin: OMFG WE'RE TROLLS!
Mario: Why am I grey?
Godzilla: Couldn't tell ya...
Dark: *Slowly pokes her horns and screams* WHAT THE HELL?!
Spark: ... This is interesting...
Me: I think Lora's in shock.
Lora: No Homestuck T_T
Dark: I WANNA BE NORMAL DARKY AGAIN!
Me: *Shoosh paps Dark* Somehow we'll fix this... After I kill a certain lime blood.
Spark: Oh shit I'm lime blood 0_0
Me: It's not you...
Floren: *Creepy stalking*
Godzilla: Who's that?
Me: *Sees le Floren* NOBODY LOVES YOU! ESPECIALL
The Origin of Daniel- Part 8That night Daniel went to bed thinking he was too excited for the next day to actually sleep, but when he pulled the blankets up and laid his head on the pillow, his eyes began to droop and he fell asleep easily. He was sleeping so soundly that he was barely conscious when his father opened the door and whispered, “Daniel? I’m going out to the desert for a few hours to test a new machine; will you be okay by yourself?”
Daniel lifted his head slightly and nodded sleepily, before lying down and going back to sleep, practically forgetting what his father had said.
In the start of Daniel’s dream, he was in the forest near the village, playing with Izzy and Nova. They were giggling and petting the purring kitten, completely carefree and unconcerned by anything that was going on outside their bubble of joy. Neither of them noticed when the atmosphere seemed to change, the air becoming heavy and the light that filtered between the leaves darkening and fading.
MLP Latex TF MLP Latex TF
You wake up inside an abandoned factory. You had a flashlight in your hand. You shine around you; all you see metal walls around you. Behind you was a large double metal gate. You don’t see any source of activating any gate. You think that activating device in the abandoned factory.
You start walking and shining your flashlight down the long hallway. You walk and walk. You weren’t alone in the abandoned factory. You feel there someone or something watching you every steps you move. You decide to turn around; there was nothing until you turn around… A dead man is hanging from the ceiling. You jump and fall on the floor. You look up one more time there was nothing. You realize the oxygen is lowering. You feel tired and weak.
really dumb Magnus and Akila factsUltra MagnusXAkila headcanons
-Akila has a hard time sleeping until Magnus is fully asleep
-Magnus gives Akila piggy back/shoulder rides when her knees hurt
-Akila loves neck and shoulder rubs
-They're really cuddly off duty
-Due to some difficulty with Akila's model, they settle for quick 'eskimo' kisses with their helms
-Akila likes to sit on Magnus' pedes if he's working on something at a desk/console at home
-Akila only lets Magnus mess with her audials
-Magnus likes to hug Akila from behind
-Akila does not like it when Magnus hugs her from behind
-Due to this Akila has kicked Magnus in the face accidentally several times
-Akila kinda likes it when Magnus scratches behind her audials
-Akila's bitten Magnus' good servo when irritated with him several times
-Magnus is the only one who's seen Akila get extremely upset or scared
-Before recharging they tell each other how much they love one another every night
-They really like taking walks around Cybertron
-Akila affectionately calls
You, an Almost-Crush.You are in my dreams
both day and night.
You're a permenant fixture
in my unconscious life.
I miss you without doing so
and I "like-like" you without the pain
yet pain still thrives in me, painlessly
breaking my heart
but the pieces are still together.
I know who you are,
and I know my limits,
and I'm familiar with the art
of fixing my broken heart.
I missed you then,
and I miss you now,
and you're always on my mind
but my heart isn't broken
and I'm not in pain
and I don't really love you
nor have I ever really loved you.
Now I must thank you
for being my first
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