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The Things You DoI'll admit it
I'll say this
You've angered me
You've saddened me
Yet me hating on you could never be
Those days where you would bug me
Those days where you'd kick me with your knee
You don't mean it, I know
Just remember, you reap what you sow
That's our family
Father and daughter?
Oh no, no such respect like that
But that doesn't matter
You've always given me that reassuring pat
And I've always shown you the tough love hidden in my hat
Those days I would cry
You'd come in, not asking why
You'd say "It's alright"
And let me cry it out at night
I'm sorry for showing you such a pathetic sight
I'm not strong
I'm not smart
I'm the person who's always wrong
The one missing some parts
I'm not the daughter you wanted to me to be
I don't mind
I don't care
You still love me
And I'll always love you
No matter how badly things may fare
Hear me out
This is something that
May result in a pout
You can annoy me
And bring me down
But at the same time, you see
You're always reversing my frown
The Sky's Magic - Chapter 5Lacie sat in potions 101 alone at her table staring blankly at the pile of books and grey messenger bag in front of her. Her eyes darted around the classroom at the empty flasks and opened cabinets then fell on the Bunsen burner on her table. The room was lit with an oil lantern in each corner of the lab, granting the room a florescent light with their brilliant shine. She was alone without friends in that class and rendered bored whilst the rest of the class were in an uproar of chattering and laughter. She could only sigh tiredly and think about the lack of sleep from her need to read manga. Remilia had to forcefully stop her at 2 in the morning after her trip to the bathroom. Well on the bright side the warranty on her laptop hasn't expired yet.
She had finally adjusted to the overpowering stench of flowery herbs and bitter oils when the door opened, a rush of fresh air filling her lungs. She felt relief from the heavy odor and sighed contently. Whoever opened the door just now has
For my PossumSo this is written for my little possum
Did I ever tell you that she is super awesome?
Well she is lovable and huggable
And I'd hug her all day if her relationships were actually stable
So she's now right next to me
Sucking on her boba tea
It's lychee that she's sucking up
Omg she's like a little pup
You can pick her up and toss her around
And the good part is that she won't even make a sound
So do you like this poem my little pet possum
You are totally small but yet so awesome
Like the saying goes
AWESOME POSSUM CHERRY BLOSSOMS
I've Gone MadWhat is it you ask?
This is my happy mask
What is it you wonder?
The thing that would roll like thunder.
Are you sad?
No, dear. I've gone mad.
The more I think
I can feel morals sink
The more I dwell
The sooner I can say "I fell"
My heart, it aches
I don't know how much more it can take
My tears are shed
White turning to red.
Those words so cruel and curt
But not as much as the ones you've inked
I'm sick of it
Absolutely sick to my stomach
I'm sick of the childish fits!
I'm sick of verbal attacks!
Knock it off
I'll surely blow my top
And I won't go soft
Yes, I'm sad
But I am angry as well
You can see that things won't be swell
Because of this it's gone bad
Control is about to be lost
A violent and bitter passion burns
As if I have to break something
So that they would learn
Just stop it
Knock it off
Stop it with the fit
Just walk away with a scoff
Surely the more I dwell
I will have soon fell
The more I think
I feel myself sink
Bitter passion, my lad
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