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Be an Original, Like MeBe an Original, Like Me
Every day it’s the same…
“Be original, don’t let others tell you what to do,”
But how can I do that if you’re the one molding me?
“Stand tall and proud of who you are, be independent.”
But how can I be independent when you force dependence on me?
“Be proud of your heritage and culture, show it off.”
Unless I embarrass you, then you want me to bury it down but if
YOU ask “Hey can you be like them? Act like that, dance like that?”
I’ll say “Yes some stereotypes are true, but most are false.”
“Be feminine, be graceful like a swan,”
How can I be a swan when I’m in a family of wolves?
“Be a modern age woman, get a job.”
Yet you want me to be a housewife, cooking and cleaning, never leaving the kitchen.
“Tell me the truth, lies burn your soul,”
But truths burn deeper and destroy the soul
“I’ve never lied to you, you can trust
I was walking home from school as I do every day when I felt the cold pressure of six smooth, freshly manicured hands grab me and roughly pull me into the alley. I barely had time to register what I knew was coming before I felt the sharp sting of Julia’s hand slashing my face and spinning me into Amy who quickly ripped my backpack from my body hard enough to bruise and sending my papers flying throughout the dirty alley. I let out a small cry of pain before I felt a hard punch in my stomach, I didn’t know who did it this time, they always took turns. I coughed violently as all air left my body and I stumbled into Rachel who shoved me hard against the wall, smacking my head into the stone hard and making my ears ring as I fall to the ground. I tasted blood, sweat, and trash and I knew that this was just the beginning of their weekly abuse. “Get up you little bitch!” Rachel hissed kicking me in the ribs and spitting near my face. Amy and Julia laughed at
Elizabeth and EricTransition
I woke up in a strange room; I felt groggy, sick and my head was throbbing. I got out of the bed with difficultly stumbling over to a window and gripped the pane to help support myself. I pulled back the curtains and look up at the fading black sky to a light pink.
It’s almost morning, where am I? How did I get here?
I rested my head against the window letting the cool glass soothe my head. I tried remembering what happened but my headache shot up and felt like my head was splitting in half. I put my head in hands and knelt down stunned by pain “Ahhhhhh!” I screamed.
What is wrong with me? I have to get out of here.
“You are wake.” said a voice from across the room. I looked over and saw Eric standing in front of the door holding a sliver tray with a goblet on it. Rage overpowered the pain I felt and I charged him. I threw my fist at him but Eric carelessly pushed it away like it was nothing. I quickly followed up with another punch to his side
Wolf GirlChapter 6: The Encounter
At the end of the day I ran out the back of the school to get to Carly’s car to try and avoid seeing Axel. I sniffed for his scent and as expected I caught the smell of amber, cinnamon and autumn. I snared and looked up to see his car waiting for me in the corner of the parking lot. I could feel Axel’s eyes on me even from the distance between us and I drifted into the crowd of students and made a straight dash to Carly’s car. She was at her car leaning against the waiting for Jake to come to try and talk to him again. “Hey Carly, can we leave? I have to get home early today.”
Carly gave me her really-face “Seriously Kam? I have to talk to Jake to keep him interested.” She wined looking to see if he was coming.
“Please Carly? I need to get home now.” I begged looking across the lot to see Axel’s car starting up and heading toward me. “And if you leave now, it will keep him guessing. You don
Wolf GirlChapter 5
Caleb was still grilling me when he pulled into my driveway. He had spent about five minutes yelling at me about how I messed up his paint job, and if I screwed up his brakes how he’d kill me and blah blah blah. I faded in and out of the conversation with the memory of that smell, it was so damn fresh and close that when it just stopped, ugh!
“Caleb?” I ask in the middle of Caleb’s speech.
“And another thing…” Caleb goes on without hearing me.
“Caleb?” I ask a little louder.
“I spent two hundred bucks on that paint…”
“Caleb will you stop pmsing and listen to me!” I shout at him. He stops talking and turns to look at me and see that I actually have something to say and decides to shut up. “Ok thank you, look I’m sorry that I almost made you hit a tree and chipped your paint, but I…I had to follow that smell, it was like… calling me.”
Wolf GirlChapter 4
I stood on top of a tree branch watching her as entered; she had followed my scent here just like I planned. She looks just as beautiful as always, her rich caramel skin clear and smooth, her long black hair flows down her back and her silver strikes shine beautify in the low sun rays, her green eyes are so bright I could see them from here.
“Is that her?” a sweet voice asks.
I turn and see Alexandra standing lightly on the branch next to me. She is wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black t shirt, and black converse which stand out against her ghostly pale skin. Her dark red hair is hanging loosely around her waist and her bright gray eyes are watching Kamaila down below. “Yeah, that’s her” I say watching her with pure adornment.
“Wow, I thought I’d never see her.” she says as she sits down on the branch watching her with fascination. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, she is.”
“So are you going to
It took Clayton three tries to unlock the door to the museum “Hey, I got it guys.” Clayton said slurring his words. His friends hooted with approval and took another drink from their beer cans walking into the museum. Clayton and his friends had been out for hours drinking and driving bored out of their minds, until a couple of girls suggested that Clayton steal his dads’ keys to the museum so they could go drinking there. Clayton’s best friend Haden handed him another beer can from the mini cooler he was carrying under his arms, Clayton took a big gulp out of it and then followed behind his friends.
His friends walked to the Renaissance exhibit of the museum, fascinated with everything they saw in their drunken state. Some of the girls walked behind the statues pretending they were the statue’s head and arms as the guys laughed, a couple was over by themselves making out. Clayton walked over and put his arm around one of the girls wh
1554, a small village located in Eastern England
The angry villagers poured into the farmhouse searching for the monster. Tristan and Meredith, the priest’s daughter, were on the second floor too deep into each other to notice the noise on the lower floor. The two were on a pile of hay, Meredith’s arms wrapped tightly around Tristan as he was kissing her hard, his tongue pouring into her mouth, tasting her. She had reminded him of all the things he had long since given up, she tasted of life, sunlight, and warmth, he missed this, he craved it, and he wanted more. He quickly moved his hands to her blouse unbuttoning it as fast as his fingers could go and moved his mouth to her throat kissing it tenderly. Meredith moaned in pleasure wrapping her legs around Tristan’s waist and tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him in closer to her.
Tristan found Meredith’s pulse in her neck and lightly ran his fingers along it, feeling her pulse quicken as he touc
Wolf GirlChapter 3: The Scent
After about fifteen more rounds, I had won them all but Caleb got close on the ninth try, we make it back to our starting spot and the sun was starting to come over the mountains "Uh, damn. I got to get home to change for school." I say grabbing my jacket looking down at my dirt covered clothes.
"Yeah, me too." Caleb grabs his shades and starts toward the car.
"You know you did pretty well back there. I think soon enough you'll be ready to take on one of the pups." I say teasing as I step over a tree root.
"Ha ha ha, you are so funny. You know you willn't be laughing when I finally bet you." Caleb says sarcastically as he crushes a twig under his foot.
"Don't you mean if you bet me?" I correct. I laugh when Caleb glares at me. "No but seriously, you're getting better soon you'll be able to fight without the worrying about your chest wound."
"Yeah, well I still hate it." he says in a shameful voice. Caleb is always too hard on himself, which is why I'm the only o
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Seasons of KnowledgeSeasons of Knowledge
Like the layering of fresh snow on a grass plain in winter
The binding of each book is smooth and soft
If ye were to run ye hand upon the covering
Than ye would understand the magic that it holds
Fresh autumn leaves resting in crisp piles
Describes the feeling of the pages that take me miles
Into the pages I dive and
Rest in the words of the stories I love
Scents richer than spring rain
Mirror stories of love, happiness and pain
Bathe in the knowledge of others, I do
And pretend that what I read is in fact true
A summer breeze wafts through the Tree of Knowledge
Below it ye shall find me feasting on its fruit
Never again shall I go hungry since
I have been introduced to the magic of books.
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