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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
Frozen Knucklesbroken bones
Swampy murky water, continuation
Note, no there is no waccum machines in this universe but... Well don’t ask why Fall compares something to a waccum machine e___e
Also this doesn’t take up exactly where the other story left. After their first meeting Flower demanded to see him more and when she got tired of waiting she decided to search for him herself.
Why did she always have to get herself into trouble? Sure it was cute that she had tried looking for him on her own but it was also highly dangerous... Why hadn’t she listened when he had told her to wait for him... He sighed and continued looking around the swamp... Her whole village had been starting to look for her so he kept himself well hidden and out in the deeper waters...
Fall continued swimming further and further out the swamp, where could she be? She wasn’t in the swamp that was for sure, and she wasn’t in her village since they were looking for her... Maybe the current had taken her and her boat?
The currents was kinda
MLP: In For a Spell
Passing into the Golden City of Tambelon through the Northern Gates in their little red and green open carriage, the little filly Candy Apple and her mother Cheerilee sit close together as they enjoy their usual morning ride to Tambelon Elementary School...to take part in another fine day of learner and teaching. Even as it is only half an hour until eight, the loving mother and her precious daughter are always keen to arriving early for a bright and beautiful start.
Candy's smile brightens when she turns her attention to the many citizens of the glorious golden city already up and about, heading straight for work, jogging on the sidewalk, or just enjoying the warm spring morning that the weather pegasai in Cumulai above are working hard to maintain. It is always a pleasant sight to see the the various creatures, pony and otherwise, working together in friendship and harmony.
"It's always so pretty here, Mama...as well as busy..." Candy express
ATWC's Frost part 1Chapter 1: Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
“I remember my parents telling me this many times as a little kid. There was said to be some type of prophecy saying that one day, the Kingdom of Dreams would have a ruler with a frozen heart that would cast the kingdom into an eternal winter. And the only way to save the kingdom was some type of sacrifice,” narrated a female voice, “For a long time I thought it was just a stupid story people tell to scare each other or just a fairy tale. However, I would learn it was true…and it all began years ago…”
It was a cold late evening as a group of men have already arrived to a frozen lake to make some blocks of ice before nightfall to sale to the kingdom below as they started to sing.
The men: Born of cold and winter air
And mountain rain combining
This icy force both foul and fair
Has a frozen heart worth mining
All of the men continued working on making the blocks of ice including a
'Don't cry, Punzie.' - Jackunzel OneshotRapunzel lay in her double bed, the hazy afternoon sun beating through the cracks in the black out blinds, casting patterns across the room and Rapunzel's porcelain skin. The teenage girl had nothing but a pair of playful underwear on and her boyfriend - Jack's - blue jumper covering her skinny torso, and half of her thighs. It was perfect, no noise was heard throughout the entire house. Her parents were busy people and had gone out, leaving Punz alone for the day. Normally, people in relationships would of invited their other halves over for a romantic session alone. But not Rapunzel. This teenage girl like peace of mind, she liked being alone to give her time to think about anything she pleased. The blonde haired girl felt bad for not inviting Frost over, as they hardly got to see each other whilst in school putting into consideration both of their contradictory status', and Rapunzel's anxiety. But there was something deep inside her, buried within her chest which relaxed her. Curlin
Pennies clanked onto the cemented floor of the telephone booth as the nervous teen's fingers searched anxiously through his wallet, not realizing the dimes, nickels, and dollar bills that had he had dropped.
Firey looked desperately, as a bit of sweat rolled down his face, until finally he pulled out a quarter, rushing as he stuffed it into the slot of the Payphone.
He dialed in the numbers, mumbling to himself.
Picking up the phone with his right hand, he stuck his lefty in the pocket of his jacket, waiting for her to pick up the phone.
"Come on, Firey. You can do this. Be a man," he told himself as he waited, realizing how unusually wet the palms of his hands were.
Some sort of heat-resistance defect he had from birth never let moisture really get on the outside of his body without burning up into steam.
A sobbing female voice could b
Love Hexagon 10: Heart and Soul3 Days Earlier…
"I'm just saying," Amy says as she is having a conversation with Cream and Tikal in front of her opened locker, "I think the school should also have some vegetarian and vegan courses. I mean, we can't always have meat and greasy fast food every day. That's just disgusting."
"Yeah, I couldn't agree with you more," Tikal remarks, "I've been a vegan for almost five years and I can't stand the cafeteria food anymore. Plus, I'm looking forward to share some of my favorite recipes to the school, like my tofu dumplings and veggie stir-fry."
Cream makes eye-contact with the eco-friendly female, "I actually liked your tofu dumplings. I don't know why your boyfriend made such a big fuss about it."
Tikal chuckles and shrugs, "Well, you know my Knuxie. He's a carnivore jock; he has to have 'real' protein in his system in order to play football."
Amy giggles back, "If you're a vegan and he's a carnivore, then why did you two date?"
"Opposites attract. Also, that's some
MLP: Stripes and Spots
To the southeastern area of the beautiful and prosperous Kingdom Island of Tambelon, rests the grassy Scaly Spring Hills where the meadows and hills scale high as a dragon may fly. With flowers all in bloom during this warm, spring season...the dragons and changelings that make their homes here relax and enjoy all that is before them.
Cool waters within the great lakes rest in the center of it all, and most come to either drink or to bathe. As the dragons beat their mighty wings, the green blades of grass flow in a rhythmic pattern that resemble the waves of the mighty ocean surrounding Tambelon. With so much to see on the outside, along with the crystal caverns within the hills themselves, it is a perfect day to enjoy the weather and the good company of good friends.
But other than the usual activities that occur around this area that is but one of many paradises found within this prosperous Kingdom, today is where a large group of Cutie Mark
The Key to the Past part 4Chapter 3: The Attack
Outside of Moonlight town, a blue/yellow van with flames and a raccoon symbol on the sides was driving on the dirty road as a certain raccoon, King of Knights, and two childhood friends were inside.
At the wheel was a male pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with flames on top of them, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them, a red boots with flames on them. His name was Murray.
At the computer inside the van was a male green turtle in a wheelchair and was wearing 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.
Bentley frowned a bit as Sly had explained what had happen while Saber (Now wearing her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a black tuxedo suite, shirt, tie, shoes, and gloves to make sure she didn’t stand out) was looking
An Apple A Day: MLP Vore StoryWarning: Shrinking Ponies, and non-fatal Big Mac vore Eeeyup
It was the beginning of spring in Ponyville the trees had began to grow as well as the apples on the Apples farm Celestia had already started to set the sun and Luna had began to raise the moon to a beautiful star lit night.
Applejack walked into the house sweating from apple bucking for hours AJ used her hat to fan herself and she was joined by Big Mac her big brother a very large and string red stallion he was cracking his stiff neck from the hard work him and AJ had finished, Applejack and Big Mac walked into there living room they both sacked out on the couch sitting beside each other Applebloom the little yellow filly with a pink bow in her mane walked in propping her older siblings back hooves up on the snack table and placing pillows behind there heads "Ah thanks Applebloom," Big Mac complimented in his deep ton
"yeah thanks sugar cub," Applejack added in the tired ponies relaxed already feeling sleepy just re
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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