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This Valentine's DayPlastic roses and shattered dreams
All of these from Valentine's past
My heart is bursting at the seams
Just how long will this pain last?
For two long years I've felt this way
Yet I keep my feelings locked inside
And now I'm alone on Valentine's Day
Because of this love I try to hide
Heart shaped boxes full of lies
An "I love you" not meant for me
Last night I killed my butterfly
Because you and I will never be
I love you, I will now say
For I may not be here
This Valentine's Day
In Love With A HeartbreakerWhat is this emotion? What is it like?
Surely you must know
For so many love you so
The all loved you
Yet you broke their hearts
And every time when they asked why
You just said, "It didn't feel right."
Well guess what?
I love you too
But I'm smarter than the other few
I know the games you play
You say you like them, I've heard it too
But in the end you turn them away
All they ever did was love and care
Yet all you did was give an icy stare
And say, "I'm sorry, but I can't love you."
So why must I love you too?
Cutter's RulesI thought the words I wrote down,
Had me on the mend,
But like all good things,
This too must end.
It's time this suicidal poet,
Swapped her pen for her blade,
After all the cutter's rules,
Must always be obeyed.
So now I'll say a fond farewell,
A sad so-long and sweet goodbye,
And know that as I leave you all,
It's crimson tears I cry.
What can I say my friends?
Thanks so much - it's been a blast!
As I lift this cold dead metal,
And take this sorry life at last.
I Am FineWith him, I was the sun on the shore.
The highest bird perched in the tallest tree.
The gem that outshines all others,
The laugh of the happiest girl.
Without him, I'm invisible.
A painting never painted, tears
welled up in eyes but never shed.
A dream cast away on the wind.
A hopeless nightmare,
Easy ButtonI'm like an easy button;
difficult to some on the inside
and very simple on the outside.
No I'm not made of plastic.
No rubber feet, no spring inside me.
In fact, I'm just skin and bones.
I don't run on batteries;
don't expect me to run out of juice.
I'll always help when needed.
You may call me a joke.
But when you need some confidence,
I have all the reassurance you need.
I have no rubber,
but I'm very flexible.
Nobody's dilemma is too much.
Please don't press me. I'm ticklish.
Simply call for me;
I can put your mind at ease.
And if you believe I can't fix your problem,
I just may have to gloat:
"That was easy!"
Go For Itgo ahead- try it
i don't care.
drive it through your skin.
wince from the pain.
be tickled by the blood, falling down your arm like rain.
go ahead- live with it
wear jackets and long sleeves.
hide your secret
from the world.
muffel a scream, when someone- anyone
rushes past- barelly brushing you.
2,000 points giveawayHey guys, lots of you have seen my work around and have been the coolest of people ever in supporting it. In thanks for all the watches and faves, I’m hosting a giveaway for 2,000 points.
Here’s how to enter:
AND do one of the steps below:
A) Add a link of this giveaway in your journal.
B) Like my Facebook page or one of the posts there: https://www.facebook.com/gevurahstudios?ref=hl
If you do both, your chances will be DOUBLED!
To participate add a comment on this journal which of the steps you've done (A, B, or both) so I know to add your name to the pool once or twice.
I will pick the winner of 2,000 points randomly on February 24th of February.
Here are a few of my paintings so everyone who is not familiar with my work gets to take a look . I mostly do fan art for the game League of Legends, but I will be doing a lot of anime fan art this year as well
One. Two. Three. Four.One.
One razor blade.
One way out.
Two different meds.
Two packets for each.
Hanging in the brink.
Three hearts to break.
The sorrow never ends.
This is the way i save my soul.
From the pain, the suffering.
And woe untold.
I can't continue in a world filled with hate,
For those who are different,
Or with poor mental state.
Four tablets down.
Seems like a hundred to go.
They burn my throat.
As i try not to choke.
I do not regret,
These desicions i've made.
My mind is set,
The goal is no pain.
Glass tearsA silver sparkling, brightly shining
On this sad and subjugated one...
Among the riddled world of festering lies
Broken truths and darkened skies
A glacial wind on his fledgling face
Some time has gone by, he's left no trace
The tracks are gone, covered and swept
Those promises she never kept
These hovering words begin to rust
Descending down and into dust
The child's tears have turned to glass
His body cold, she ran so fast
A shattering scream, a wailing cry
Her little boy she left to die
My First NightmareMy First Nightmare
It is the early morning a heavy fog has coated the ground making it hard to see where I am putting my feet. My breath is heavy and my senses are on high alert, I pass by a coral and kept walking on and half way to my destination I hear small sound that sounds like old hinges that are way over do for an oiling. My breath hitches but I continue on until I get to my destination the air seemed like daggers in my throat as I saw the sight before me an old wooden swing was rocking and upon the swing is a body without its head. I continue to watch in terror as something appears upon the lap of the body that is swinging the swing, slowly it starts to morph into a head with blood slowly dripping down from its neck for a moment I am memorized by the blood just slowly dripping down from the neck onto its legs and into the heavy fog. Until I hear the head start to say "why didn't you save me?" I look up into the heads face to see it is my sister's face glar
Sometimes I feel like everyone can see how flawed I am.
That there is nothing in there.
Behind this fake smile, Clothes and make up.
There is nothing to see.
I can't understand how anyone can like me.
I realise around people I thought were my friends,
That they actually don't.
They just talk to me to be nice,
but I know what they are thinking.
That I'm not worth takling to.
That I'm just the stupid emo kid,
Who hangs with them so she won't be alone.
I know they don't want me around.
I mean who can blame them?
AttentionYou say that you're in pain?
Funny, I don't see a wound
You say you want to die?
I doubt you'd even try
The scars on my arms are hidden
Yours are on display
I drown in my own agony
While you float above
Yet they still come to rescue you
And leave me there to die
Because I'll never shout for help
You have it all
Yet act like you have nothing
I have little
Yet I'm still glad I have it
You speak of the pain
But I'm the one who feels it
I need the help
Yet you're the one who gets it
I don't pity you, not anymore
Go cry for attention
I'm not giving you any
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More