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Stranded On The Sidelines Falling inside the blackStranded On The Sidelines by ChiharusMoon
You'll never be alone
You lay there broken and naked
My love is just waiting
To clothe you in crimson roses
Looking back to that fateful day
When several bridges were burnt
I know I did the right thing
The faces who's grayed in the back of my mind
Sometimes I wonder
What went through their minds
Did they want my bond with them sawed in half?
I knew there was a richer paradise
Among those whose inner embers
Lay a solid foundation of brighter
And everlasting fires of encouragement
What were they thinking?
Did they know what they were doing?
When our bonds were forever broken
Did they crumble down to their knees
As they looked at the burnt ashes in their hands
That I forcibly destroyed by myself
Did they rejoice somberly
As they realized the silent whisper I gave them
Stranded in the offering
Leaving was the best thing I had ever done
My part in their script was over
Their hidden intentions for me around was unknown
And will remain unknown
As I sta
Mermaid's Monologue For LoveI'm floating over where I should be standingMermaid's Monologue For Love by ChiharusMoon
Fins are what I have, no feet for demanding
I dream about being touched upon my shoulders
As you let me know you are there
Why do I dream of love at such a young age?
Blush marks appear on my face
As I daydream about what you would provide for me
Embracing myself with arms crossing my waist
If only I could have a taste
Of the possible good things you may offer
For our relationship~
My hair tosses about in the oceans waves
The wind the earth would receive is different
Underneath the dirt and trees
My brown eyes filled with enthusiastic hope
My heart beats as if you've already arrived
Yet that is not so unto my eyes
As I hug myself, I picture you near me
My eyes close for sleepiness and wanting you
Wanting my love near my side
Before the Earth collects the ocean's tide
Blush marks redden more than usual
I open my eyes as I gaze at the moon
Before I drift off to sleep
To ease my high school conscience
Are you there to kiss my troubles each
What If...? Part 2I yearn for the voice that capturesWhat If...? Part 2 by ChiharusMoon
Youth's ears and Wisdom's souls
For the notes which pierce the silence
Felt in the heart
And heard on the ground
Do I have it within me?
Many a time have I thought about not wanting to be good. It is because of how people treated me. Like they could walk on me like a foot-printed porch mat. That maybe I would love to see what'd be like to be naughty me. I look back on that and think illy. Why did I think this?
Part 2 of this sequence
I have thought about this 2nd thought- what would it be like if I had depended on this one human- being the main definition of a best friend? Would it be the best decision, even though she didn't walk in the same spiritual footsteps as I?
After my love and I hung out at the game place, I walked him to his car, until--
"Hey! Hey Chiharu!"
It was too convenient. How did this woman end up in the same place as I and Timothy? It was my best friend- Kyouku.
TiredXTiredXTiredX by DraganTheMighty
Prince Means Frog
Queens Were Not Princesses
Robots Rule Inside Us
Freedom Needs Freedom
Reality Is Not Safe
Asylum Is Safe
Breathing Is Free
Air Is Not Free
Guests Are Expected
Life Is UnExpected
Poison Is Lazy
Blood Is Hot
Death Is Cold
Steel Needs Fire And Ice
Steel Is Weird
Weird Is Not Always Art
Poetry Is Not Art
Poetry Is More Than Art
Art Should Not Answer
Answers Need Questions
Questions Need Answers
Ask The Translator
JR's Deviant Theater #2Now playing: :iconbackasswardsk: :icondraken413o: :iconemerald-depths: :iconaurorawienhold:JR's Deviant Theater #2 by JR-Imagery
I haven't done one of these in a while, so I figured it's high time that I get off my lazy butt and do one.
In my humble opinion, he is my favorite photographer on Deviantart, he is one of the best I have seen, I am always amazed by the work he puts on here, and I look forward to seeing more.
Not only does she have a clever name, but she also has amazing talent as a writer, her passion can be seen in her writing, her experiences through life have shaped her into the gifted writer that she is.
She is such a great photomanipulator, her art is the so pleasing to the eyes, I can look at her art for days, especia
OPEN Adoptables on My Other AccountJust so I don't end up spamming my watchers with updates on adoptables, I'll use only this journal entry for news pertaining to my other account.OPEN Adoptables on My Other Account by Tangerineandpuce
Current open adoptables on my other account, internetnerd15:
Name-Your-Price (in points) My Little Ponies; offer at least 1 point per adopt: C is OPEN
12 Point Hooved Cats (a breeding between my OCs Akili and Noxiris): B and C are temporarily closed so I use them as breedables
3 Point Adopts--OPEN adopts include various ponies
5 Point Anthro Cats: A is OPEN
5 Point Wild Felines: B is OPEN
9 Point Cats: B is OPEN
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
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