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The Stage, The Savior, The Melody And The Woman~~~The Stage, The Savior, The Melody And The Woman by ChiharusMoon
I hear voices vocalizing, the song of a choir is evident in the sound. The song carried itself in my ears like hot water droplets from a showerhead. So sweet and refreshing. I have hope inside my heart. I can't help but beam a smile on my countenance. Raising my hands in the air, I feel that someone is behind me. Could it be my future Love that hasn't made his appearance in my life yet or could it be the Savior who has saved me from the wretch I am? I feel someone is contributing to my energy. It must be Him. Jesus, who always looks out for me. Who gives me happiness my words cannot fathom, my mouth could not form, my hands couldn't touch, my ears could not fully comprehend how much the Son loves me.
I'm standing in the midst of a stage. Voices are heard in my ears. Two lines from a song are evident in my mind and my ears.
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Sometimes I feel so helpless. God, please help me not to
My Prince (Face of Love)Here I am sittingMy Prince (Face of Love) by ChiharusMoon
Thinking of my happy ever after
The kind you see in the movies
Something you read in the manga
Something you only see in your dreams
Never thought to be real
I'm just your ordinary woman
With thoughts and needs and wants
Of such a life I crave
Something every woman raves about
I have something to confess
Sometimes I'm organized and I'm a mess
I don't want to be one of the guys
It's something I've come to realize
The inside of my heart wants to be recognized
Am I enough for your eyes~
Am I good for you alone
This heart is longing to adore
My Prince I am waiting for~~ (^ up on for)
I know I'm single for a reason
Someone needs to know
Why it's so good to be alone
When really I'm not aloooooone-~~
I have God by my side
I'm such a romantic fool
But that's ok
That's who I am--
Someday when my prince will come
I'll feel my heart beating like a drum
I'll forget the days of being alone
On my own
My heart f'rever sewn
The face of love forever known
I have something to c
Seductive Passion From The PhantomPhantom of the famous OperaSeductive Passion From The Phantom by ChiharusMoon
Have you come to take me on a dream again?
I feel your soft, cold hands
Wrap around my waist
In such a seductive manner
Take me away on a romance
One I've never known
One I have never seen
With my longing eyes
Kiss me with lips so tender and red
Hungry for my love and passion
Whisk me away with unbelievable sights
Slither your tongue in these chambers
That crave your sweat and saliva
Oh how WILD that makes me.... Purring with pleasure..~
I feel that he's there. The Phantom. Or maybe it's not the Phantom. Maybe it's the person who's come to give me hope that someone amazing and mysterious may come my way. His hands wrap around me in two different places. Both hands have white gloves on. As if he would whisk me away to a ball and I wouldn't have a clue in the world.
Do I dream again?
For now I find
Foolish Lament Of MineHandsome as the fairy-tale person you would never expect to meet-- Bowing before me as if I were his Queen, not a princess. Lips as pink as a rose; eyes green as the beautiful emeralds on the necklace of a king, yet his posture so correct and poise you would have to see it to believe my every note..Foolish Lament Of Mine by ChiharusMoon
When I was writing this, did I imagine the man I started talking to months ago or did I imagine Tamaki from the romantic school comedy anime.... All these qualities I was listing in this romantic series I had written almost a year ago, and the qualities I listed in my heartbox that's underneath my dresser (that I've yet to bury in the backyard), they had come true... Or were they meant as a reminder..
Was the person I was talking to supposed to be a daily reminder that I'm not foolish to dream endlessly of the possibilities for numerous romantic situations to happen between my future love and I...? I believe so. When I look back on the romantic stories I read, to suppress the lonelin
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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