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Broken Trust

Broken Trust I am broken into tiny pieces And I thought that I would never be broken By a picture An image By something like this. My heart is crying in pain; I thought better of you than this -I trusted you. Perhaps I trusted you too well; Perhaps I should have expected it. But I did not- I forgot and let it stay dormant. Now I am hurt and I feel That I will never be good enough for you. I will always wonder if what I am doing Is right in your eyes, Whether or not I can satisfy you, Your needs, Your wants. Can I satisfy you totally ever again? Wil I ever feel that I come past your transgressions And mend the broken sta

Literature 2008

61 deviations
Literature

Hue and cry

I shed a white tear for you it fell and broke into slivered fragments of a chilly love I shed a red tear, too it dropped like lava, hotblooded, incendiary burning through a memory The black tears were the worst oozing like darkened demons from a hiding place I didn't know When the blue tears came they rolled like oceans over winter's gloom and settling in summer's sickened heat Now that seasons have turned circles I fear I have no more colors to emit... Crying seems so monochrome now that I'm mostly over you.

Literature 2009

40 deviations

Literature 2010

60 deviations
Literature

Your Talent - A Sonnet

I have seen you, my darling child dear. The way you twirled, a daring leaf in flight; Without a care, like no one is in here. A star giving to me a precious light. Stopping you stumbled over words, fading. The light and brilliance in you is gone now. You say you can't live in the game, hating; With that blessed gift I wonder just how. I try to make you see the truth, but can't. To make you see your worth is a great task; You blow it off saying it cant, it shan't; So you take to hiding it with a mask. Your gift is perfection, A masterpiece. You should stop hiding it, making it cease.

Literature 2011

5 deviations
Literature

The Poet

The Poet: He smiles as he sees her sleeping & gently covers her with a blanket. He goes to the window and looks out watching snow fall, ever so slowly... He sees people in the streets, Chatting, walking. Some happy, Others sad. Hearts beating, Hearts broken; some warm, some cold. He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed. A yawn from her, brings another smile to him: "How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head. He runs his fingers through her hair and is content. Yet, even if he is happy here, again - He is drawn to that window and finds himself Staring out at the street and watching; Marveling at the disparity and wonderin

Literature 2012

11 deviations

Literature 2013

42 deviations
Literature

Consider the Rose

Perhaps consider how fragile anything with thorns must be, that it cannot stay upright without being defended by the sting of tiny blunted knives. Maybe that'll help explain why it's so hard for the vulnerable souls to tell the truth and admit where they're weak. Because without the thorns they set around themselves like barbed wire to keep any threats at a distance, it's too hard for them to stay upright, so they collapse.

Literature 2014

52 deviations
Literature

Thrive

I hate to waste more words on you But tears dictate I must, Your upbeat voice has bored right through And rendered me to dust, You know the pain that you inflict As happily leave me derelict, You know the pain, You know the pain, Smiling as my throat constricts. I hate to waste more words on you But damn it, I was free! I stepped away and quickly grew Devoid of cruelty, Yet now you stand and stretch your hand, Pretending that you understand, Yet now you stand Yet now you stand, With webs of malice-wrought demands. I hate to waste more words on you But you are in my head, At times, I see the truth - you knew! You saw each time I bled, While

Literature 2015

86 deviations
Literature

James

James, he cries out in his sleep, for the third time this week. Who was James? I watch pain and distress flow down the well-studied lines of his face, melting back into a waxen semblance of tranquility, the slow measured cadence of breath in deeper abysses of sleep. Time and near darkness play havoc with comprehension, I see motes of not-quite-anything, incoherent in the stuffy sleep-heavy stillness. Who was James? Having admired Richard Lehman’s writing for so many years, it still feels unreal that we are seeing each other, sleeping together. But the tears that come unbidden, unheeded, the calling out — none of which he recalls

Literature 2016

62 deviations
Literature

Eyes of the Beholder

I understand how much she hates her face; pressured by societal perfection, she lists the features that are out of place, and sees herself as an aberration: Her lips too full (but wonderful to kiss), her hands too large (fingers I long to hold), her hips too wide (that I’d certainly miss), her ankles too marred, thus breaking the mold… On top of all her personal loathing, she thinks her frame too large, her height too tall, longing to fit in “standardized” clothing (I don’t want her to become frail and small)… I simply love her more than anything and wish her species valued other things.

Literature 2017

15 deviations
Literature

FFM 2018 04: Orion

The balloon reading ‘it’s a boy’ bobs in the far corner of the hospital room’s vaulted ceiling, no doubt left by the prior tenant. I watch it as the doctor’s words crash together like white noise on an old TV. High, far and hopelessly out of reach, just like you. I clutch my empty womb.

Literature 2018

69 deviations
Binding Threads

Literature - Visual

11 deviations
Literature

Symbiosis

Dolphins! Sonar call: All life on earth, in the sea: Interconnected.

Literature - Written For Me

15 deviations
Dragoborne: Gold Experience

Images - People Related

213 deviations
Paint Horses in Autumn

Images - Animal Related

154 deviations
GO AWAY

Images - Abstract Things

76 deviations
Happy Valentines day!

Images - Quotes and Such Things

23 deviations
Moby Dick, Ship Graveyard Keyframe Concept

Images - Nature Related

38 deviations
Daily Painting 1666# - Fire Hydra-nt

Images - Cartoons and Things

18 deviations
::ALL THE TIME::

Images - Gifs and Similar Things

1 deviation
Pixelated Right Arrow Bullet

Images - Emotes

25 deviations
Slow interwebz

Images - Stamps

15 deviations
Kawaii Pastel Star Divider

Images - Dividers

6 deviations
Chibi with Food - Navis Edition

Images - Done For Me

34 deviations
As It Comes

Collaboration Works

1 deviation
Needle Felted Fox

Arts and Crafts - Animals

11 deviations
Mist | F2U code

Skins - Boxes - Buttons

16 deviations
I Want More Mountains brushes

Brushes

2 deviations
Fantasy Map TutorialxResources

Misc Tutorials etc

10 deviations
Literature

How to Create Tension in Fiction

You've probably heard about tension and know it's a big deal, maybe even the biggest deal in storytelling, but why? What is tension, and why is it so important to storytelling? What Is Tension? According to the New Oxford American Dictionary, tension is defined as: a strained state or condition resulting from forces acting in opposition to each other Applied to the wonderful world of storytelling, tension is all about one simple question: What will happen next? This uncertainty creates strain or anxiety in your readers, and the only way to relieve it is to keep reading and find out what happens next. Tension and release is actually a cycle

Writing Tutorials etc

34 deviations

Traditional Novel Publishing

Publishing Week So you've written a novel. You've edited, gotten beta readers, polished that sucker 'til it shines, and you're ready to enter the wide world of the publishing industry. Where do you start? First, here's what you DO need: a finished manuscript. (Only non-fiction can be pitched before it's written.) Here's what you DON'T need: money. It's always free to submit novels to legit agents and editors. Reading fees for novels are scams.cover art or other illustrations. I advise writers not to commission art ahead of time, since the publisher will want a say in all images that go into the novel. It'd be a shame for your money to be

Journals Articals etc

33 deviations

Anthology Contest 2016

14 deviations
Literature

toxicology // anthology

"you can't hear your heart pumping, you can only hear the doors closing." nightshade and hemlock they had opened a window to the storm. it rained the day she stepped foot inside a clearing, vertigo and photophobia the portrait of twilight sleep. solana, there goes the next. she turned at the sound. looked all around, at nothing but green found nothing but earth and the roots against her skin                                   and then the belladonna singing in her sweet, venom voice—     blind as a bat, red as a beet,     hot as a hare, dry as a bone she scrambled to her feet.     mad as a hatter, bloated as a toad imposs

Anthology Contest 2017

18 deviations
Literature

Words They'll Never Hear

Dedicated to two people i have never met but love very much nonetheless. ~<3 i. If only my heart beat outside my chest and you could see inside my ribcage at every time i've wanted to rip it through my throat and crush the bones holding it together. If only you could feel the tension knuckles rigid as i held my fists in my hands as refrain from bodily human contact (if i'm actually as human as you tell me though i feel i am vast nothing most of the time). If only you could have seen in my eyes what i did once, i saw a damaged, hurt mistreated child who was afraid, if you could see in me what others do and find a

Anthology Contest III 2017

11 deviations
Literature

Anthology - How We Became Everything

1. Stairhouse look at us mom we are the sky! far above the seas look at me dad i am the first of the kings to rule this lands i want to live this days forever i don't want to grow up i know i'm happier that i will ever be try to hurt me soldier i am the general on our garden with my guns made of sticks i present you the end of your life spouse, spouse i love you but i don't have the money to buy us our very first tv made of rock birds sing, for you are young you don't want to miss the nature that gaze their eyes expecting a beatiful melody with much more adventures that i can ever imagine 2. Blanket eyes open sandman leaving oh, oh

Anthology Contest IV 2018

5 deviations
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