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DustDusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
The Regular Life
World turning upside down
A smile becomes a frown
“Chemo will be our best answer”
Distracting myself with art
My ability to draw is hectic
Sanity and reality tearing apart
Artwork becomes neglected
Trying to swallow the worry
Should I ever to tell her?
“Mom, it’s alright, I’m sorry”
Saying to myself; “My art is shit”
Blank papers surrounding me
Falling into this mental bottomless pit
I can never be freed
Name: Stalfo Katzes
Age: 8.31 (18)
Blood Color: Olive
Sign: Leo minor/Little Lion
Strife Specibus: SlingshotKind
Modus Name: BackpackModus
How Modus Works: It holds up to 20 items, and if you try to put more in, it will send the last item flying
Lusus: A snow leopard
Dream Planet: Prospit
God Tier: Rouge of life
Land: Land of Snow and blood
· Land Consorts: small little mouses that run around.
Trolltag: snugIntrovert [SI]
· Height: 5.2
· Weight: 124 pounds
· Hair: short and a bit wavy
· Injuries: n/a
· Deformities: n/a
· Posture: slouching a lot
· Tattoos/Markings: n/a
MomWhat did I do
When I was born
You hold your side
Like I'm a thorn.
How did the old you
What does a mother
Have to fear
From the real world?
I've heard the legends
Passed along so haughtily
By your own mother.
She held you and three others
And a "real" job.
She had a husband for a long time...
But 22 years was long enough.
Maybe even too long.
Now she's a language lover
Just like me.
Reads in bed like it's the only thing
That keeps her breathing.
Because a son with hollow bones
Doesn't help a bit.
Neither do you
With your rotten teeth
And rotted motivation.
It's like a worm in your heart.
She tried her hardest
To drive her two daughters and two sons
To school, sports, and theater.
And living with a man
Who always told her what to do
And wasn't there.
Always hanging on that fishing reel
And what has she now?
Elder daughter, elder son
And the younger,
Sloths at home
With the wine, Sudoko
And Call of Duty in hand.
And not to mention the cigarette
VowsWhy is it always this way?
We maintain that we can contort ourselves
Into pearly oyster shells
Draped in pure white silk
Expecting the sky
To rain down its praises
All the while denying
Our limbs are twisted
Mangled by bonds of gold.
We come to this,
An inevitable destination
The clichéd conjunction of destitute facades.
Your sunshine is the only thing
That illuminates my grave.
ripe for the pickingJuice stained fingers clutch,
roll over pocked and pitted skin.
Pinch, twist, flick.
Leafy locks ruffled by tiny hands
which bruise the soft and supple skin
of he who has aged just enough.
Tears in my eyes
I am standing here listening to the noise of a voice yelling at me
Standing in my house, I feel like I’m in a cage unable to be set free
I storm to my room with the voice following me, I slam the door
I sit on my bed close to tears but then I feel dizzy and I fall on the floor
I am conscious but I’m boring my eyes out, tears are running down my face
I open my door and dash down stairs and out the front door like I’m in a race
Voices are following shouting, “Come back or there will be trouble!”
I kept running, I felt the tears fly off my face, I ran past the house in a pile of rubble.
I came to a place with 2 beautiful horses but the owner had been gone for years
They both come over and one allows me ride them bareback, I felt as if I had no fears
They both ran towards the river, where I planned something that I knew
The horses seemed to understand my pain as there were only a few
We ran for 2 hours straight, we’d reached the river and I climbed off t
Untitled"Why do you keep trying?"
"I don't know anymore..."
"Maybe I tried to prove I had some worth."
"Maybe I tried to show that people without parents could do things."
"I think I may have tried, because I had a strong will."
"Why do you just accept being called worthless?"
"What can I do, if it's true?"
"I stopped trying obviously, so it's okay."
"It's true, isn't it?"
"After all, the flaws are important."
"Why are you so negative?"
"What's there to be positive about?"
"The world is a cruel place, and we are just players in a game."
"Don't talk to me if you're negative..."
"Can't you accept that person you knew, you won't again?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Knowing no one holds hope in your future?"
"Being told that you're worthless, no matter how hard you try?"
"Only being told the flaws of things you do?"
"Yes it hurts, but all I can do is continue..."
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