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My Every Thing
My EverythingComposed by Puabi
You are my every thing;
My sun in the morning,
My moon at night.
My messenger of good fortune;
Now all is right.
The air around us is calm and warm;
The wind is low and softly blows.
And, in our tight embrace,
When I see your face,
My heart, like a bird, takes flight.
I adore you, beloved!
Featured
2018 deviations
Literature
Only you
Another day passes slowly
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused
Prompt
4 deviations
.upon surrender.
.upon surrender.
.
... only she knows ...
.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
E.Bishop
.
i sang
.
touch stones without remark tumbled
one after another
pathway footsteps
unnoted
one
after
another
no clack of disapprovals shed
one after another
creek bed’s
surrender
ocean’s
slickened
staid
.
as though i were an insult though they never spat me out
as though i were a crime they'd committed in dead of night
as though i were several different outfits now out
Autobiographies
1 deviation
Literature
A Dragon and Her Shadow: Part 1
A Shattered Realms story
Kraelia restlessly stirred herself awake, growling as the throbbing soreness in her wings ached in protest to the sudden movement. Like a nimble feline, she stretched her fore and hind legs, purring as a cold wave of relief washed over her tender limbs. She blinked away the bothersome sleep still blurring her vision, and noticed that night had risen outside the mouth of the cave, blanketing the sky in pure midnight velvet. Her calm, cerulean-blue eyes then lazily drifted towards the cave's other occupant. He was a man, clad head to toe in layers of dark cloth and black leather armor. His face, utterly obscured undern
Chapters
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Characters and Setting
10 deviations
Dark, Horror, Sad
148 deviations
Drama
13 deviations
Literature
This much is true
I was first introduced to this Spandau Ballet song back when I was a kid and used to stay up watching late night infomercials, back in the 90's or so. There was this one infomercial that used to air recurringly. Promoting hits from the 80's in a compilation album with this former MTV hostess. They would only play snippets but I'll never forget it's intro. I didn't even know the name of it but that warm, almost melancholic feeling always stuck with me. It was a sharp contrast to the other, more upbeat songs. They were advertising. It wasn't until many years later when I heard that song in it's entirety. At my old workplace If I remember correctly. I eventually looked it up and appreciated it from beginning to end. Guess I have a thing for scores that are subtle but emotionally powerful. After my mother died, this song took an entirely new meaning for me. I remember listening to it repeatedly while locked in my room. That was my way of coping. Whenever I relapse inside the darkest
Emotional
43 deviations
Literature
A Peculiar Walk on Water
Sometimes, I wonder why I stayed in school.
Not that I am the type to drop out mind you, just… I found myself questioning the reason why I bothered to do more than finish that one English credit I needed during my senior year of high school. I knew I would be on my own for college, and at one time considered doing what my mother did before graduating from high school and going straight into the work force: finish my classes early, and start working a part-time job with my unused school day. It was a practical idea, and would get me something I lacked: real-world experience.
Either way, here I am on a sultry spring afte
Essays
3 deviations
Literature
Circle in the Sand Part Two-CG:LD One-Shot
Hi Everyone, Here is Part Two of Circle in the Sand for you all to enjoy. Me and Makarov hope you enjoy the chapter and seeing what Akira and Nathan are heading into come Liar's Dice. Thanks very much Kind Regards Akira and Nathan, having enjoyed their meals at the restaurant despite some twats from JLB Credit trying it to hit on her before seeing Nat and scrambling away, and gave their farewell to Maya and James, and made their way through Aberdeen. They strolled through the teeming streets of the city, its bustle a tangible entity that clung to the fringes of their solitude. There, nestled among the urban tapestry, was a poster - bright, unabashed, and festive - but carrying a message far beyond the yuletide sentiment. The poster was a tableau, a vibrant echo of the nations of England, Scotland, and Wales in their proud individuality, yet collectively robust. A united Ireland, too, lent its strong presence to the canvas. Representing each land were their soldiers, stoic
Fanfiction
125 deviations
Literature
Die Cuwees und die verschwundenen... Leseprobe
Die Cuwees und die verschwundenen Elemente
Violett wurde von einem grellen Aufblitzen des Portals geweckt.
„Leute? Geht es euch gut?!“, fragte sie ihre Freunde daraufhin.
„Uns schon, aber dem Portal anscheinend nicht“, wandte Jumpy ein.
„Wieso?! Was ist denn los?!“, wollte Violett wissen.
Doch die Cuwees wussten auch nicht weiter.
„Wir müssen auf die andere Seite des Portals, um das herauszufinden!“, beschloss Fluffle.
„Oh... müsst ihr wirklich alle gehen?“, fragte Violett.
„Von dieser Seite aus kann ich das Portal nicht reparieren. Und wenn wir alle zusammenarbeite
Fantasy Sci-Fi
85 deviations
Literature
Speechless - Friends without Words Reading Sample
A new day.
The alarm clock's soft melody let Lya awake slowly. It was so cuddly warm under the blanket, but she had to get up, otherwise she'd fall asleep again and get too late at school.
And so she stretched herself and went into the bathroom, where she took a shower. She loves to sing while the warming water drops are raining down along her body. She even stood up a bit earlier recently, just to enjoy this time a little longer. The time she had all for herself and didn't have to think at anyone else. She used this time primarily to learn new lyrics of songs by heart, which she couldn't get out of her head for the time being. Frequently, s
General Fiction
7 deviations
Literature
Hope
It gets tiring holding all this hope. Why do I keep this small thing? It does not connect with anything like an electrical outlet or a blade into a sheath. On the contrary, it stands alone, somewhat as an accessory, something I can flaunt, but I never do. Sometimes I stumble on the uneven ground and scratch my knees on the rocks, tear my pants and drip blood onto my shoes, but I have yet to drop it. It stays firm in my calloused grip, warm and comforting. Many have challenged me – not to grasp this thing, possess it themselves. No, they simply wish to break it, stamp it into the dirt and extinguish the soft yellow glow – and I bea
General Nonfiction
1 deviation
Literature
Here and Now
Awakening
A chestnut-haired girl crouches in an old sandbox filled with coarse gravel. The Wisconsin River nearby is above its banks after a weeks’ rain, but is quiet aside from the occasional scream of a speedboat passing through. The girl continues playing with plants and the sticky sap of the pines hanging overhead, pretending they’re the ingredients to the medicines and rituals she’s been taught.
Crush, crush… squish, squish…
Her quiet game isn’t lonely for long. A rustle of leaves and the crack of an overburdened branch draw the girl’s attention.
Ther
Human Nature
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Humor
8 deviations
Modele pour un Portrait
,, Model for a Portrait "
The way i choose it, to be exact.
(If you find any typing / grammar mistakes from here further on, please correct me, i would appreciate that. )
The idea itself, of the drawing / portrait that i have in my mind, most of the time, comes / is inspired by a song.The more i listen to it, the more clear it becomes. Like a fog, after the night, is taken away by a hot sun, so is the image , becoming more bright & chained in my mind, with every single note of music, passing by.
That leads me to a question, -
,, If i was deaf - would i be creating at all ? "
The process can take from one hour to fe
Monologues
2 deviations
... find me ...
... find me ...
The two sit together in the sunlit late morning at Caffé Strega. "What I don't get is the tea Helena." "Oh the tea was essential to it all." The younger of the two, still quite attractive for her age, stirs in her cup mixing remnants of foamed cream, "Really? I'm concerned then, didn't see." The other, carefully touching up her lipstick in a gold rimmed compact "Oh damn it Sophia you know I hate lipstick off lip line." She lays lip pencil down and carefully cleans the slightest of misapplications from beneath her lower right lip. "Think about it, no tea ... how would the plan have proceeded?" She looks over the rim of he
Myth
1 deviation
Literature
Rachmaninoff
Rachmaninoff
Throughout the long, long night
Of October 28
The sky was dark with clouds
Like inky emissions from a giant squid
Covering the world like a shroud
Far away in the wooded grove
With only the light of the moon above
There rang the base chords of a song
From the works of Rachmaninoff
As it played, the moon glowed
Then lightning cracked
Thunder boomed
And in an instant, all was gone
Gone
Who would know what hand
Had played those chords?
Mystery
6 deviations
Literature
Flurry
I
like to sit outside
and watch
the wind pluck the snow
from the ground
to adorn the trees.
I
enjoy the sharp burst
of burning cold
as flurries sneak past my scarves
and slap my neck,
as if to say "I'm here,"
a greeting from the heavens.
I love
to sketch the sharp contrast
of shorn branches reclothed in snow and ice
and the weaker lines of light
that illuminate them in the sky,
I love
the play of glistening snow and shadow
that dance across the trees
and snow and sky.
I wish I
lived further north
where the aurora borealis paint the skies
in ghostly green blue strokes
of impermanent ink.
I wish I
could transpose the wind's aria
so a sembl
Nature
12 deviations
Literature
An important lesson for you
For twenty two years she had looked at herself the same way every time she stood in front of the mirrors placed around her apartment. The one in the bathroom, the hallway and she had even hung a smaller one over the black bureau in her bedroom.
Why?
She hated mirrors and anything that caused her to see her body, so why did she have so many mirrors that she was forced to pass everyday? It made no sense.
Even thought she hate it she always, uncontrollably, threw an eye at the reflecting glass every time she passed them. And every day she hated it. But she never took them down.
As she aged her thoughts of herself worsened as her body did the
NonFiction
32 deviations
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