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Oh Beautiful DaydreamOh beautiful daydream, wake up with me
Come to the world, see what you could be
A world with you there could be oh so sweet
The labor of men swept from their feet
Beautiful daydream, tell me a lie
Tell me I'm lovely or leave me to die
Tell me I'm beautiful, just like you
And leave me for nothing before you are through
All Grown UpI used to build card houses
Now Im paying all these bills
How can I climb these mountains
When I stumble over hills
I still feel like a child
Still stuck in make believe
Hoping that I might wake up
To find this all a dream
What happened to the years I had
Those days when I was young
Oh what has time done to myself
No, forget it, now Im done
Im digging through the walls now
They cave in like wet sand
How can I take for myself
Without knowing where I stand?
Ive got bones locked in my closet
My skeletons fell apart
I ripped them all to pieces
When someone broke my heart
They made me start to see
My years had got the best of me
Now Im on my own
Where's my future? Where's my home?
Its gone now, gone forever
Blown out with the wind
All of my past memories
Never to be seen again
Now I stand before you
Fallen to my knees
How can I grow up
With nothing left of me?
Lips of an AngelThere was something in his eyes that made the world stop and stare
Just something about him that people knew of everywhere
He didn't know that he was special
Didn't see how he shimmered in the light
Didn't know if the boy was an angel
Or a demon who was left there in the night
"Take me as I am!" He would yell out
He was so much more than she could see
With a cold heart and soul of an angel
That boy was the world to me
There was nothing in this world that could make me leave him alone
That boy was a weapon, a power, a love, a home
He didn't see just how much I loved him
How his smile brought me down to tears
That boy had the lips of the devil
He controlled me after all these years
Home is Where the Heart IsMy home walked away with a coat and a briefcase
Went to find a drink to drown out the aftertaste
The taste of being wrong, she knew it all along
And she tried to lie to me when I told her she was wrong
I tried to tell my home that I loved her through the hurt
That we're family, that we're real, we're what's beneath the shirt
But she pulled on her old shoes, and left me lost and cold
My mom, my home was strong, and she hated getting old
Found the meds to help her, but god she was so wrong
The meds weren't even right, they made her soft heart strong
Blocking out the right, she took it till the pain
Went away, she hated it, she wanted more to gain
We told our home to stop, that it was just too much
She's glare and turn away, at just a simple touch
Our mom became the house, the woman became the home
But what's that going to help when she leaves us here alone
She pulled herself together, and told us she would change
She packed up all her bags, her things all rearranged
Said that she'd be di
TimeI feel as though the night is young
When aging shakes these bones
I feel as though the world has hope
Though I sit here all alone
Though time has tried to buy me
And time took you away
I don't think I could go on
Keep thinking it's okay
Before the tide attacks me
I'll dream of you again
Remember days when we were young
Back where our love began
But something came between it
The fate that steals the soul
It took you, so you left me
When did the room turn cold?
So if I try and think of you
Maybe you'll come to me
And I will be young yet again
Back how I thought it'd be
But truly I'm a fool
I'm frail and aged and weak
I'd try to call out to you
If I had the strength to speak
So if I cannot find you
I'll wait back at the start
And you'll come back to save me
And mend this broken heart.
Whisper in the WindIt's dripping down
It makes me feel
I realize soon
I knew not then
It's lovely how
My lover left
And I find
Myself left behind
Just a whisper
Sweet TemptationOh sweet temptation
Sitting on the shelf
You gleam to dauntingly
And make me dare myself
Oh sweet temptation
You make me want to feel
So that I'll be reassured
That what I know is real
Oh sweet temptation
They don't understand
How every time you rest on me
You make the pain so bland
Oh sweet temptation
They once pushed you away
I couldn't live without the edge
That made it all okay
Oh sweet temptation
You'll tell them that I tried
Every time you rest on me
It's for another's lies
Oh sweet temptation
You came from all my greed
You pulled out all my agony
And gave me what I need.
Sir DeathDeath is a feeling of grief
Our meetings are short lived and brief
We'll evenly stand
As we shake firm our hands
His contact as frail as a leaf
Death is a man with no grace
But oh can he make my heart race
It's almost unreal
The way I would feel
When along my cheek his fingers traced
Death is who holds me so close
That I feel I'm who matters most
Before I could fall
Sir Death took it all
And took not a second to boast
Death is a whisper that hides
Deep in our hearts we decide
That we will accept
The secret death kept
That we are all afraid to die
She who was MoreHe was the only reason
I loved him, he loved me
I thought that's how it ended
Like it was meant to be
We talked for hours on hours
It never seemed to end
The closer of two lovers
The best of closest friends
You didn't tell me otherwise
I still cannot believe
That when another came along
You walked away from me
You act as though it's nothing
Yet you dance with her, not me
This isn't in our story book
It wasn't meant to be!
She's small and frail, I'm not
She's blonde, and I'm dark brown
She's a model, I'm a hog
And her smile brought me down
I don't blame you for choosing her
I would if I were you
She's really very pretty
I don't know what to do
I guess my loyalty
Simply was not enough
Why do I still hurt so much?
Why is the pain so rough?
Please don't lead me on
If you don't love me back
Allow me to just fade away
And turn this heart to black
Snape's Final Time With Lily"Eight minutes," muttered Snape to himself. "I only have eight minutes to see her."
He was back in Spinner's End, in the grey gloom of the house where he grew up, five blocks away from where Lily Evans lived. But tomorrow, she would be Lily Potter.
Snape burst out of his house, running down the familiar streets of his childhood. They had not spoken to each other since they were both fifteen, but childhood instinct guided him to where Lily would be tonight. It was where she thirstily drank his knowledge of wands and dementors and wanted to learn more about her magical abilities. It was where they had spent long summer days together, leaning against each other's shoulders in the cool emerald shade of the trees as they watched the sun glisten upon the sapphire river. It was where, at age thirteen, she confided that if she were ever to be married, she would want to stand here alone the night before her wedding, dressed in her wedding gown. His heart was no master of Occlumens; its thumping
As I was walking through the village, heading towards Ichiraku, I saw something shining in an alleyway. Being the curious boy I am, I quickly went over to it. When I was close enough, I could see it was some kind of clock. I wonder if someone dropped it? I thought to myself. I picked it up and noticed a strange card tied to it. The person who has found this magical clock has been given the opportunity to "Turn Back the Wheel of Time", but beware, for it is for only 8 minuets. No more and no less. The first thing that popped into my head was that this was some kind of trick. "Okay, what stupid kid left this out thinking I was going to fall for it? Konohamaru, is it you?" I yelled out, but the alleyway stayed silent and empty. I look back at the clock, feeling depressed thinking about the time I wish I could go back to. Suddenly, the clock shined brightly and I was blinded. I wouldn't see anything but white all around me. N
In Eight Minutes I Could...In Eight Minutes, I Could...
"Stupid Urahara.." Rukia muttered, "I wish for once I could go into that store without having to return something," she had had to go to that stupid man's stupid shop to return a stupid box of somafixers she bought and, luckily before taking them, discovered he had given her the wrong packege! Now she came home with a replacement box and a fully-charged phone, free of charge... "I'm just WAITING for this rip-off to break..." she muttered as she glared at the plastic bag in her hand, that man was honestly so suspecious sometimes... and he always did something sneaky behind her back...
"I'm home!" Rukia shouted as she walked in through the door and kicked her shoes off, "Ichigo? You here?!" "I'm in the shower!" she heard back, she sighed and nodded slowly, heading upstairs and walking into his bedroom, "That stupid merchant better not have done anything weird..." she muttered as she dumped the little bag out on the bed, being surprised to find that in with th
An Ever-fixed Mark
Eight minutes. He had eight minutes. He stared at the miraculous clock. One last chance to see her, her beautiful face. His heart pounded in time with his head: Hurry, hurry, hurry. One more turn, and he can turn back time, to apologize, to amend. One more turn, and he can---
She would be alive again.
--see her eyes, full and alive. The long-hidden dreams, steeped deeply within his soul, rose once more.
Severus brushed by the students, so preoccupied with this one thought that he forgot even to snarl. In the faint back of his mind, he realized that the Carrows were yelling at him. And then he was in front of the Gryffindor entrance. He stepped forward
--right into Minerva. "WHAT do you think you are doing?" she hissed," Out for fresh meat, aren't you, you slimy COWARD!"
The word rang in his mind, and his eyes finally noticed Minerva. Her hair was a wild mess, and her face screwed in anger. And Minerva's eyes burned a fiery light, just like her's. Seve
Rockman: Skimming Through Time"..." Quint knew that he shouldn't have held off looking in the attic. Good Light, the place was a mess. Sometimes, he wondered what Michelle, the old woman that had been the previous owner of the shop, had been up to beforehand. "Ugh. Time to clean." The dust in the attic caused the old robot to sneeze a few times as it clogged his filtration system.
"Most of this stuff is just pure junk, anyways." The green-clothed robot sighed, taking his hat off and smacking it a few times to clean it. This only caused more dust to lodge in his system, making him cough this time. "There's got to be something in this box worth selling - hm?" He squinted, wiping his glasses off on his jacket.
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised to see it in a fortune-telling shop of all things, but it still startled him. "A pocketwatch? I thought these things were ancient." Quint picked the watch up, studying it a few times. It was fairly old-fashioned, with a stopper on the top to set the time. W
Time StopperI had woken up in the dead of night, lying on one of the many lab tables in Dr. Wily's lab, as though a flash of something had flickered through my mind like a precious flash of time. Time that I would never get back again. I remember the dream I had woken up from; it's the same dream I've had for years, ever since my defeat at the hands of Mega Man. I'm staring down the barrel of the Mega Buster, my eyes pinned, my body locked in place as though the Time Stopper were stopping me instead, pleading for my life. Mercy comes in the form of a plasma shot, a gentle blow compared to the blades that the boy in blue used to rip me limb from limb.
I sat up slowly, glancing around the room. There was no one there, even though I swore it felt like someone had just been here. Everything looked the same as it always did. That was, except for a small clock that rested next to me. It was a blue rimmed clock with a
AmberPower, absolute power.
Have perceived the extent of my potential, have defeated many a foe, and have far surpassed my inferior brethren. Yet, I feel nothing. Atop a throne of fire and rusted metal, the remnants of my home, I stand. Perplexed.
Is this what I was meant to accomplish?
Is this my... purpose?When all is said and done, in accomplishing everything, I have accomplished nothing. In my perfection, I am missing something, but what? Has it any meaning? My powers, my intellect, my birth?
I...The day of my awakening was not the day I came into being. What it not merely a dream? A figment of my imagination? No, there must be something more to this.
Of course, it's coming back to me!
The day of by birth, my true birth.
Something...Shifting through the broken steel, I searched, hoping that what was able to put me into existence could also put back what I had lost. For days on end I continued, frustrated that the mind of one who has conque
Last WishThe sun...? But I thought the sky was so cloudy... Thought a young boy, clad in winter clothing.
An endless expanse of blue stretched across the heavens, with not a single puff in it. Flowers dotted the fields that lay ahead of him. It all seemed like a dream to him... and yet, he felt cold. It was a chill from within his body, and despite the scarf he wore, the boots, the leggings, the shirt, everything on him, he was bitten by ice. Hopefully, the temperate environment would defrost him. The boy soon diverted his direction to the rusted pocket watch that he discovered in the snow earlier. The hour's hand was set at noon, while the minute's hand was a few spaces above the two mark. Altogether it read eight minutes. But what caught this child's sapphire eyes was the seconds' hand- it was ticking backward. A flaw?
"Hey, Chocobo, did you like the Greens?" rang a girl's voice.
"Kweh!" came the response.
Raffaello froze in his tracks. "Why... it sounds familiar..." As he stepped forw
Yes, I love cartoonsHe stared blankly at that mysterious tool of unfathomable power. The chance to turn back time... at the same time, a great opportunity and a potential threat. "One-time only", the instructions said, which made him feel quite relieved, as there wasn't going to be any sequel to what he was about to do, and was now more than ever sure of wanting to do: a travel to the past.
But what about his current life and friends? The brief, next-to-runic paragraph written in old, no longer used Gothic characters only specified how to turn the clock to get the wanted date in the past. There was no indication regarding what would have been of him after that. He'd have gone back to that one time for eight minutes, maybe, providing it was no prank; and then? Was there any guarantee he'd have come back to the present after that?
Not in the least. It was all a challenge, all about risk and the power of curiosity to overcome human fear. He took a deep breath, exhaled, then placed his skinny fingers on the e
Lenalee Saving TimeFor all the times she knew she could
She used a clock, carved of dark wood
She did what she was sure she should
It was what she had to do
And for eight minutes, the girl, she goes
To a time where nobody knows
And in this time she carefully chose
She knows it all to be true
There, a boy, younger than she
Sat by the grave, laid under a tree
She looked and she wondered if he could be free
As tears fall from his face
She walks forward, and looks in his eyes
She then feels his pain, and why the boy cries
She too feels sad, when a loved one dies
That's why she came to this place
She tells him that it will all be okay
The boy, he will live, and see the next day
All of her words seem to be fey
And yet, the little boy grins
He then understands he shouldn't be sad
His Mana, his father, wished him to be glad
And when you think about it, it isn't that bad
His journey had yet to begin
And Lenalee smiles, and as the boy goes
She makes sure none of her emotions show
She makes herself think she wants
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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