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Hopeless Hopefull DreamsI fill my mind with blood filled thoughts
feeding it with cancerous suicidal dots
poisoning in my heart and brain
spreading everywhere with agonizing pain
I know suffocating me
is just like suffocating you
that's why I do it
I feel your haste and your mistrust
how can you believe me when I am in hand-cuffs
you feed on my eyes and the tears I shed
looks that you give me look dead
It makes me wonder do you even care
saying you want both of us to play fair
these little things I do don't even get applaud
all you see in me are my most likely a flaw
and that is why I thought I should perish
I feel as though I am not being cherished
I do not know you anymore
I could not hurt myself for I am too weak
killing myself wouldn't solve the problem I seek
so I hang onto my lovely life
continuing through another love strife
I hope it gets better. I really do
I love me as if I perceive that I am you
Quick JotI am lost...confused you might say,
I am left aside a hungry astray
He had hurt me I shouldn't stay, I can't believe I've thought about him and running away
For The Loveless Yet LovedBeing loved feels so ignored when all I want to be is adored,
My life wasn't so bad, but I had to look for a helping hand.
This hand that leads me to love or loss,
god cannot forgive the boundaries I have crossed.
He is handsome but confusing, does he love me or is me he using?
but this guy is quiet and keeps to himself, he mumbles words yet always helps.
Sometimes I can't understand what he wants to say, then I direct the conversation away.
He gets angry I am scared, maybe I might be hearing impaired.
I try to listen but it is hard for me to, being a self-centered person hard to break through.
I start to listen to him but now he won't tell, what he mentioned that day we said "farewell".
- Carly Dotson
I wake up in the morningI wake up in the morning
I think about you
Im so glad you came back
While you were gone really I missed you.
I finally realized why I act the way I do
Im honest and happy and I can be myself
Youre my other half, and Im happy to be with you
So Everytime you hold me in your arms please dont let go
Ill hold you like its the last time we meet
Hold me like youll never ever let me go
So kiss me like ill never see you again
Embrace me like you never want me to leave your grasp
And love me as I have loved you
Thats all I can ask from you
Hope you have a great valentines day
I love you lots chase
sum of 1i feel that we are a sum like 1+1 which equals two,
a number that represents me and you.
I'm not here to disappoint you and made you cry,
but if i ever did that I'm sorry your heart has dyed.
my heart has holes in it too,
for my world has also been grey and blue.
it may be difficult but i'll try to fix things
but whatever i've done i can't fix your cuts or swellings
i'll try to mend your wounds inside,
even though they have completely dyed.
i won't ever disappoint you again,
if i did? you will say "were through" and then thats the end of me and you.
then I'll be my sum of 1,
alone and a new day has begun.
then my hearts the one that needs the fixing,
but it will be harder then yours cause mine is bleeding.
do you know that feelingdo you know that feeling.. when your heart is broken when every word you say feels like its unspoken do you know that feeling... of you not being here and how i cry waiting for you to wipe away just one tear. do know that feeling.. i feel for you... waiting for you to say i love you too? i'm all that I can be not perfect... I'm just me
IntrovertThey say I won't live as long,
Because I can't connect.
Maybe they're killing me now,
these feelings I can't dissect.
Maybe it is true,
But I would much rather live a short life,
Than a long one with you.
People tell me I think too much.
It must be relative,
Because it seems obvious to me,
That they don't think enough.
I'll live in solitude,
Or something near it,
Living a happier life,
Than you would see fit.
Deep, down inside my mind,
You'll find a hidden clue,
Dark depressing, thoughts and dreams,
Are all that comfort you.
FullMy mind is full of secrets
My tongue is full of lies
I wipe away their tears
As I wait for mine to dry
My eyes are full of wonder
My ears are full of screams
I learn it once and learn it fast:
Nothing's ever like it seems
My feet are full of journeys
My fingers full of words
Sometimes I let them tumble out
And then wonder if they're heard
My back is full of burdens
My shoulders full of pain
But I'd rather suffocate in silence
Then sit a moment in the rain
My arms are full of weakness
My legs are full of strength
I don't know where my journey ends
I only know the length
My brain if full of knowledge
My soul is full of youth
My poetry's full of meaning
And most of it's the truth
Knowing Your CharacterIn a storywhether it be told on stage, on screen, or in printknowing your main characters inside and out helps create a well rounded and interesting plot. It also makes writing them easier too. In this guide, a companion to To Create a Character, I'll attempt to help put skin and flesh on the bare bones of a character, to create "character," and to discover things about them that youthe creatornever knew.
Exercise 1: Interviews
One of my favorite ways to get to know my character is to interview them as one would a celebrity. The interview can be general, just asking about their life, likes, pet peeves, etc. or it can be prior to or after a significant event (i.e. just saved the world, just won the World Cup, recently defeated by protagonist, etc.).
Here's a list of interesting things to ask your character:
- Do you have any pet peeves?
- What do you think of [insert character here]'s opinion on y
Heavy Metal(title: Heavy Metal)
it absorbs the blood in which my veins drip out
I just listen to music and let my soul shout
It takes every sad moment and fills it with rage
because lyrics are written every word on the page
I listen to metal because it frees my pain
it says how i feel...the words i cannot explain.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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