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The Downside of ImaginationThis blog has been sitting around in my head for several days. Its something that I've thought about many, many times. Ever since I was a little kid, I've spent more time in my head than I do in the real world. Its probably why I'm not so great at math, heh, I didn't find the subject interesting, so I just didn't pay attention.
After awhile, I realized why I did that is because I have quite an imagination and that it was much more fun to imagine things than to pay attention in boring classes (like math). It was more fun to pretend that I was somewhere else doing something fantastic.
Of course, as I got even older, I started putting some of these ideas down on paper. In middle school it was common for me to be writing stories in the middle of a class. All of them had fantasy elements to them; magic, aliens, monsters, whatever. In high school it was common for me to be writing as well, some teachers even called
Why can no one ever be completely honest with me?
Being too polite.
Not giving me straight answers.
Dancing around a subject.
I would rather have people blunt with me,
Than find out the hard way later on.
But no one ever tells me the full truth.
I hate words.
No, not words, the way people use them.
It's sad that you can't often express yourself as much as you'd like.
That you can't let your thoughts and emotions be free.
Because others would react badly.
And no one wants that.
I wish you could take risks without fearing the consequences,
Throw yourself out there and let the world do its worst.
But right now, that's not possible.
I understand the reason for being polite.
But sometimes, just sometimes,
I really wish we didn't have to be.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss.
Love BlossomsLove is like a painting,
Capturing the beauty of another
Within its colors and harmony in the art itself.
The feeling inside of you
When you are close to the perfect person,
The one you believe will be there with you forever,
Your soul mate.
The inner beauty of the mind and soul
Is what spawns the confused emotions
Between the two people.
Many believe friendship between a boy and a girl
Can never be more than that.
If you truly love the other,
The other being a friend you know very well,
Then there is no reason why it cannot be possible
To have that friendship grow into something more.
Love is a trivial thing.
No one knows what it is exactly.
One will realize when the time comes
Because you can feel the link within come alive.
It'll be okayLife is terrible, life is great.
I stand alive, yet I have met my fate.
Like a leaf in a tree, falling only means another can grow.
I can hear every beat and every breath no matter how quiet or slow.
Pain can be mutual, pain is shared.
Lean on my back so I can lean on yours and accept being scared.
No matter how far it goes, or what people say.
Getting back on your feet can be easy, when you have someone to show you the way.
So just know why I say all this and what I hope to achieve: It'll be okay!
Open Your HeartDarkness
A trait that everyone carries within
These and more will make it grow.
It begins to feel impossible
Like there is no method of escape
Not until you look deep into your heart.
Do you see the light?
Even a little shimmer can pierce through
The shroud of shadows.
Believe in yourself.
Trust in your faith.
Open your heart.
Only then will you see the light.
Two SidesYour features mesmerize me.
Your personality intrigues me.
What is it that makes you who you are?
The gracefulness of a swan.
The beauty of a rose.
The gentleness of a kitten.
This is just one side of you, isn't it?
Your true face lies deep within,
Never wanting to reveal
Your full potential to others.
Keeping true intentions hidden
Is what you're a master at accomplishing.
There's bound to be someone
Who could see through your façade.
It's no use to keep your mask up.
That someone will come
To embrace the truth of your nature,
Accepting flaws and all
And giving you the compassion you seek.
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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