I will not write of heartbreak,
For the words have all been said.
I will not write of sorrow
Or the screaming in my head.
I will not write of rains of tears
Or ripping in my soul,
Or emptinesses never filled,
Never again to be whole.
I will not write of heartbreak,
For we've heard all before
The pledges of undying love,
The aches, the anger, more.
I will not write of heartbreak.
I will keep it to myself.
I will store in a little box
And put it on my shelf.
And walk away, and not look back
And let it settle out,
And only when it's faded grey
Only then I'll let it out.
I will not write of heartbreak
Of how he left me here
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Beating
Thump-tha-thump, thump-tha...
The bass line of life
A count of your time
Follow it closely
The beat is your soul
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Racing
Double-time overdrive
This waythat waythis waythat
One more touch just one and one more and maybe one more
Set off by burning hands
You and meandweand mostly youandmaybesomedaydaretohope us
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Singing
Dove coos on an electric riff
Running up the spine and down the legs
Nothing could ever feel so right
This is beating
This is Alive
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Crying
What is the f
Friendship is magic
Love is magic
Love is nothing
Four letters
nothing
A hole in a heart
nothing
Blood pumping, head pounding
nothing, nothing
Love is nothing
A throwaway word
An incentive
The punchline to a joke
That wasn't even funny
My heart on fire
nothing
Don't look in your eyes
nothing
Not even a word
nothing
Jokes mean nothing
Hearts bleed nothing
Love is nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Show some respect
You and I
We're nothing too
to hear the name whispered in the dark
what would you do?
what would you say?
to hold his hand
hear his voice
and run
and run
and run
and run
what price would you pay?
would you let go of
everything that
everyone who
was ever, ever important to you?
An Ode to the First Week of College by IceStarr, literature
Literature
An Ode to the First Week of College
Silence
In the dark
And there's nothing
But the sound of the music in my
Head
A vacuum for my heart
A soulless room
The wallpaper could be yellow
But I think cream would drive me just as mad
And maybe it will
The box of books
Under the bed
Brings about a sort of catharsis
Even though I know I'll probably
Never get time to read them
And sometimes a text from a friend
Will give me a moment
Where I don't
Feel
So
Alone
I want to reach out
To grab, to touch
To convince myself that out there, somewhere
Is a group of people who will take me in
So I won't spend every weekend like this one
Drowning in the silence and DVDs
Fe
There's a red slinky dress in the back of my closet that I don't wear anymore. Not for any particular reason. I used to wear it all the time - I remember so many Friday nights with it. It hangs alone now, between my LBD and a short blue number I got for a party. I don't wear those anymore either.
The green vee-neck with the three quarter length sleeves, now that's something I wear more often than I'd like. It's a pretty enough top, but after a while, the green turns ashen and the black detailing, around the hems, fades into the nothing that comes with the rest of the shirt.
Maybe I'll wear the red dress tonight. I've got a new gray jacket,
When Mona got home, she went straight to Sam. His face peered out from the screen. "What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Mona sniffled. She wiped her face with a tissue.
"He did not hurt you, did he?"
Mona shrugged. "I don't know what you'd do about it if he did. You're just a stupid computer."
Mona looked up and watched Sam's facial expression change, for a moment, to something that resembled hurt, before it returned to its normal look of un-emotional response. "Whatever you say."
"Sam " Mona sighed. "He didn't hit me. He just scared me."
An hour later, Mona called Sam.
"Mona?" Sam's computerized voice warbled with concern. "What is it?"
"I'm coming home," Mona responded. Although Sam couldn't see it, she was pressing her phone into her face for all she was worth, like it would save her from something. Her voice quavered under the effort of holding back her tears. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine things just didn't work out like I had expected them to. No big deal."
"I do not believe you," Sam said. "You are crying."
"No, I'm not," she said, but the tears were rolling down her cheeks.
There's a hole in my heart growing day by day,
I can't make it stop and it won't go away.
I can't get away from my growing dark side,
There's nowhere to run and there's nowhere to hide.
It takes over my body, my fingers and toes,
And the thoughts that it thinks, well... nobody knows.
But the words, oh the words, like daggers and swords,
There's only one person they're directed towards.
I'm sorry, so sorry, I cannot resist,
My mind, it takes over and my heart, it twists.
I want to cry out, the dark hurts me so,
But nothing I try can make it go.
This hole in my heart grows more every day,
And I fight, for your sake, but it won't go
I will not write of heartbreak,
For the words have all been said.
I will not write of sorrow
Or the screaming in my head.
I will not write of rains of tears
Or ripping in my soul,
Or emptinesses never filled,
Never again to be whole.
I will not write of heartbreak,
For we've heard all before
The pledges of undying love,
The aches, the anger, more.
I will not write of heartbreak.
I will keep it to myself.
I will store in a little box
And put it on my shelf.
And walk away, and not look back
And let it settle out,
And only when it's faded grey
Only then I'll let it out.
I will not write of heartbreak
Of how he left me here
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Beating
Thump-tha-thump, thump-tha...
The bass line of life
A count of your time
Follow it closely
The beat is your soul
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Racing
Double-time overdrive
This waythat waythis waythat
One more touch just one and one more and maybe one more
Set off by burning hands
You and meandweand mostly youandmaybesomedaydaretohope us
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Singing
Dove coos on an electric riff
Running up the spine and down the legs
Nothing could ever feel so right
This is beating
This is Alive
Listen
This is the sound of a heart
Crying
What is the f
Friendship is magic
Love is magic
Love is nothing
Four letters
nothing
A hole in a heart
nothing
Blood pumping, head pounding
nothing, nothing
Love is nothing
A throwaway word
An incentive
The punchline to a joke
That wasn't even funny
My heart on fire
nothing
Don't look in your eyes
nothing
Not even a word
nothing
Jokes mean nothing
Hearts bleed nothing
Love is nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Show some respect
You and I
We're nothing too
to hear the name whispered in the dark
what would you do?
what would you say?
to hold his hand
hear his voice
and run
and run
and run
and run
what price would you pay?
would you let go of
everything that
everyone who
was ever, ever important to you?
An Ode to the First Week of College by IceStarr, literature
Literature
An Ode to the First Week of College
Silence
In the dark
And there's nothing
But the sound of the music in my
Head
A vacuum for my heart
A soulless room
The wallpaper could be yellow
But I think cream would drive me just as mad
And maybe it will
The box of books
Under the bed
Brings about a sort of catharsis
Even though I know I'll probably
Never get time to read them
And sometimes a text from a friend
Will give me a moment
Where I don't
Feel
So
Alone
I want to reach out
To grab, to touch
To convince myself that out there, somewhere
Is a group of people who will take me in
So I won't spend every weekend like this one
Drowning in the silence and DVDs
Fe
There's a red slinky dress in the back of my closet that I don't wear anymore. Not for any particular reason. I used to wear it all the time - I remember so many Friday nights with it. It hangs alone now, between my LBD and a short blue number I got for a party. I don't wear those anymore either.
The green vee-neck with the three quarter length sleeves, now that's something I wear more often than I'd like. It's a pretty enough top, but after a while, the green turns ashen and the black detailing, around the hems, fades into the nothing that comes with the rest of the shirt.
Maybe I'll wear the red dress tonight. I've got a new gray jacket,
When Mona got home, she went straight to Sam. His face peered out from the screen. "What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Mona sniffled. She wiped her face with a tissue.
"He did not hurt you, did he?"
Mona shrugged. "I don't know what you'd do about it if he did. You're just a stupid computer."
Mona looked up and watched Sam's facial expression change, for a moment, to something that resembled hurt, before it returned to its normal look of un-emotional response. "Whatever you say."
"Sam " Mona sighed. "He didn't hit me. He just scared me."
An hour later, Mona called Sam.
"Mona?" Sam's computerized voice warbled with concern. "What is it?"
"I'm coming home," Mona responded. Although Sam couldn't see it, she was pressing her phone into her face for all she was worth, like it would save her from something. Her voice quavered under the effort of holding back her tears. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine things just didn't work out like I had expected them to. No big deal."
"I do not believe you," Sam said. "You are crying."
"No, I'm not," she said, but the tears were rolling down her cheeks.
There's a hole in my heart growing day by day,
I can't make it stop and it won't go away.
I can't get away from my growing dark side,
There's nowhere to run and there's nowhere to hide.
It takes over my body, my fingers and toes,
And the thoughts that it thinks, well... nobody knows.
But the words, oh the words, like daggers and swords,
There's only one person they're directed towards.
I'm sorry, so sorry, I cannot resist,
My mind, it takes over and my heart, it twists.
I want to cry out, the dark hurts me so,
But nothing I try can make it go.
This hole in my heart grows more every day,
And I fight, for your sake, but it won't go
Sherlock Holmes: The Ever Evolving Icon by techgnotic, journal
Sherlock Holmes: The Ever Evolving Icon
Sherlock Holmes
The Ever Evolving Icon
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by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
What is it about a fictional character first introduced to the public in Great Britain in 1887 that has kept him being reincarnated, with generationally-correct upgrades, over and over again in film and on television? Who is this literary hero whose portrayal over the past century by such past masters as Basil Rathbone and Jeremy Brett to today’s vanguard talents Robert Downey, Jr. and Benedict Cumberbatch has inspired such a continuing outpouring of fan appreciation?
Jeremy Brett as Holmes 03 by Windfreak (https://www.deviantart.com/windfreak) →
Every generation will forev
FF100 2.0 - 074. Sword by XTheAuthoressX, literature
Literature
FF100 2.0 - 074. Sword
"SHIT. Octavius, slow down!" Jedediah hurriedly shouted, tripping and falling on his ass. Octavius helped him to his feet, smiling softly. He took the sword that was lying on the ground beside Jed and put it back in his hands.
"You must concentrate, my love. All I ask you to do is block my thrusts." Octavius nodded, moving away. Jedediah stifled a snicker.
"You sure you want me too, partner?" He asked, grinning. Octavius blinked. "Sure you just don't wanna play with my sword?" He made a vulgar gesture with his hips. Octavius sighed.
"I shall consider it after training."
FF100 2.0 - 067. Arguement by XTheAuthoressX, literature
Literature
FF100 2.0 - 067. Arguement
"No, that's south." Clark pointed at the compass-rose on the map. "We need to go north."
"But we ARE going north." Lewis said.
"That's south!"
"North."
"South-" Clark was arguing back when Lewis suddenly leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Clark pulled him in, kissing back hard and desperately. Lewis wrapped his arms, and the map, around Clark's neck, and subsequently turned the map over. When they pulled apart, Lewis pulled the map back in front of them.
"It's north." He said, pointing. Clark frowned.
"You cheated." He said.
"I did not!" Lewis gaped.
"Did too!"
Writer's Block Chapter Nine by XTheAuthoressX, literature
Literature
Writer's Block Chapter Nine
I was still on the horse. On the horse, in boxers, heading into the Hall of Miniatures. And did I hear something about trans-dimensional travel?
Whats all the ruckus? I asked, sliding off the horse and landing promptly on my ass. Everyone was staring at me now. Greaaattt. Standing, I brushed off my ass and continued.
I was just saying how we should stay the night. The girl awkward little thing, tugging at Were those Spiderman PJs? repeated. Teddy steadied the horse behind me, watching. I caught a glimpse of Jed staring at me mayhaps it was my accent. Southern born, southern bread, as i
Party Animal - Larry Ahk by XTheAuthoressX, literature
Literature
Party Animal - Larry Ahk
I was laughing. Jed and Octavius were going to avoid getting me in trouble as a present, there was food coming out of no-where cakes, cupcakes, hell, the Romans served wine! It was a grand scale of a party, thrown by the museum. For me. I was getting older and it made me feel like a kid again to have this kind of party. There was music the same song I had played for the first party after the fall of Cecil. It was terribly appropriate.
I was subsequently attacked by each patron, offering presents when they couldnt bring food. For some, I was kinda happy they didnt cook. The Neanderthals gave me a, what else, a fire e
Okay, well now I've sort of got over my writer's block, more or less (I mean, I can at least write again). But I am still facing this overwhelming feeling that my writing, to put it quite simply, SUCKS. I know I at least have to get over some of this if I'm ever going to get better.
Ideas? Suggestions? Virtual cookies and/or marauding marshmallows?
Okay, this is getting ridiculous. I have been churning out tiny little snippets of things, and I did (just barely) manage to finish NaNoWriMo, but this writer's block has been going on for MONTHS and nothing has helped for more than a few hours. It's certainly not for lack of ideas. I have a BAZILLION MILLION TRILLION GAZILLION ideas, it's just getting them out that's causing me trouble. It is SO. FREAKING. FRUSTRATING. How am I supposed to be a creative writing major if I can't creatively write?
HALP. PLZ. I IZ LOSING ALL TEH WORDS. (As is evidenced by that frankly terrifying little outburst there.)
When I was younger, I had all sorts of ideas for these crazy, ridiculous inventions that were totally and completely impossible, but they would, I was sure at the time, really make the world a better place. Most of them have since proven monumentally stupid, but there's one I sort of wish... well. It was ring. It could read your mind and tell if you liked someone. This person would then also have a ring that would be able to tell if they liked you. The two rings would reach out to each other, and if they found their owners in a compatible frame of mind, they would glow the same color (the color-coding was of course for if multiple couples hap
ok, so thankies for the comments, they totally made studying more bearable, and i just noticed i had a whole section in your fave thing. (insert me happy dancing) yay! so. yep, thats all i needed to say. tootles!
So I'm really puzzled. I SWEAR that last night I sort of randomly checked my deviantart and you had a journal or something but I was too busy partying at the last night of camp to read it. And now I come back and it's gone. I think it was about Dr. Who.
Yes. I deleted it. It was the rather embarrassing ramblings of someone who was up WAAAAY too late at night during the middle of a fucking HUGE thunderstorm.