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LoveLove isn't romantic walks on the beach
Love is learning to accept and not preach
Love isn't falling asleep in his arms
Love is reassuring all qualms
Love isn't watching the sunset at dusk
Love is knowing she smells of musk
Love isn't buying her flowers each day
Love is saying the things hard to say
Love isn't writing a cheesy love song
Love is accepting that sometimes you're wrong
Love isn't easy and sometimes you're scarred
Love is a battle and it can be hard
Love isn't always the things you'd expect
Love is trying not to be circumspect
Love can be found for all walks of life
Love is not just for husband and wife
Love can be seen between friend and friend
Love is a treasure that lasts to the end
Love is as difficult as you make it be
Love is for you and love is for me
Think On ReflectionBethink...
under this moon
and these stars
there's at least
one captain and
sailing on these
like a soldier,
this sailor was
overseas and when
he came back he
"cast off from the
scene of this world
and sail this open
sea until you grow
now many years
later, here we are
walking under one
star at a time, and
I'm waiting for this
ship to pass me, and
then i look at you
and i see water in
your eyes and instead
of asking 'what is
wrong?' i take it as
i have a one way
ticket for two to
board the next ship
in order to sail it
to a remote island.
"would such an honorable deed make you such an honorable person?"
but if we can take
it slow after we get
there as fast as we
can, i can prove my
self to you and you
can prove yourself
to me- on an island.
only think about it,
if our lives can
change and even our
dreams can change,
why wont we?!
piko y rin 1. un nuevo amigoeran las 7 de la mañana me haba levantado temprano como todos los días para desayunar y salir a jugar con mi hermano gemelo len al parque y como siempre len y yo íbamos agarrados de las manos cuando llegamos al parque len se fue y me sentada en una banca y yo me quede esperando y esperando me subi a un columpio para no aburrirme pero cuando me subi al columpio no podía balancearme asi que me puse a llorar y luego vi a len
Len :¿por que lloras rin?
Rin : es que yo quería jugar en el columpio pero no puede
Len: bueno, em, oh si rin el es mi amigo piko utatane, piko ella es mi hermana gemela rin,voy por unos helados *se va*
Piko : hola soy piko utatane y tengo 6 años
Rin : hola me llamo rin kagamine y tengo 5 años
Piko : ¿por que estabas llorando rin ?
Rin : quería jugar en el columpio pero no alcanzo
Piko : si quieres yo puedo empujarte rin
Rin: si gracias
entonces piko me empezó a empujar como yo no alcanzaba,
Color of my HeartYou were always the color of my heart,
Like the subtle blue of a quiet sea,
Or a radiant star in the cosmic darque,
That gives life, joy and warmth unto me.
Or maybe you are crimson red,
Like the petals of roses that ordain this bed,
And if not red, you are emerald green,
Like the verdant fields, so calm and serene.
Does majestic purple suit your muse?
Like favored wine, and classical tunes.
Or maybe you shine in ebony black,
a spellbinding black, that takes men aback.
Will kingly gold suit you more?
A luster that man craves, and greatly adores.
Or will royal silver describe you best,
The silver that gives both appease and unrest.
Yet I am convinced that pallid white you are,
like ivory and pearls, both without par.
but certainly docile, humble and meek.
a white that restrains both action and speech.
But to me such mundane shades matter not,
their hues, colors and opacity but,
As long as you paint this canvas called me,
I am alive, vibrant and free.
Felix X Mark [Continuation of Story]Ch. 1 Felix X Mark [Continuation of Story]
The warm sunshine seeping through the window woke me up. Outside the window there was pure, white, fluffy snow, filling the greens of the ground. I turned my head towards the right and found Mark sleeping beside me. Wearing the same boxers as I am. I noticed that his hair was partially blonde, but I payed no attention this lately. Maybe he was out of his mind, however, I didn’t give a damn about it. At the same time his blonde hair really bothered me.
Opening up my eyes, I found Felix right beside me, but with a stern look on his face. Then Felix started talking,”Eh, Mark can you explain why you have partly of your hair dyed blonde?” I couldn’t even open my mouth, I was afraid that he would nibble my giblets, or by the way slap me across the face. “Well, I actually can’t explain right now, Felix!” my face had a mix of a worried face and a happy face, but red all
Kamijo and Hizaki / Act I - Scene IVSCENE IV. A street.
Enter KAMIJO, HIDE-ZOU, TSUNEHITO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others
KAMIJO What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without a apology?
TSUNEHITO The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance:
But let them measure us by what they will;
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
KAMIJO Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
HIDE-ZOU Nay, gentle Kamijo, we must have you dance.
KAMIJO Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
HIDE-ZOU You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.
KAMIJO I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
Kamijo and Hizaki / Act I - Scene IIISCENE III. A room in Philia's house.
Enter JASMINE YOU and RIN
JASMINE YOU Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
RIN Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God forbid! Where's this boy? What, Hizaki!
HIZAKI How now! who calls?
RIN Your mother.
HIZAKI Madam, I am here.
What is your will?
JASMINE YOU This is the matter: -- Rin, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret: -- nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
RIN Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
JASMINE YOU She's not fourteen.
RIN I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
She is not fourteen. How long is it now
JASMINE YOU A fortnight and odd days.
RIN Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
Were of an age: well, Susan
Nothing but A lieLast night was amazing,
With your arms about my waist,
With me leaning in to your body,
With your ring pop on my hand.
Last night I learned so much,
Your brothers death,
Your poetry so much like mine,
Your eyes the way they change,
Last night I fell again,
Not for the first time,
Not for the last time,
Not for someone who could ever love me back,
This morning was the worst,
With your whispers in my mind,
With your kiss on my cheeks,
With your ring pop wrapper on my floor,
This morning when I got to school I learned
I learned you'll never love me
I learned nothing will ever change for "us"
I learned you've been more than "talking" to her
Tonight I will cry,
Just like every night before last night,
Just like every time I see you with her,
Just like every time I realize its still nothing but a lie.
.......I just wish that someone would just print this off and give it to you because you ask if i'm okay you ask me how I am and I hate lying to you but..... you lied first.
I remember the embrace
The touch on my skin
A caress of fingertips
I remember the sin
The whispering words
Of a promising future
What we knew was a lie
We delayed the closure
I remember you on my doorstep
A letter in your hand
Red puffed eyes
You were drafted from our land
I remember that night
It was the best of my life
If only we knew
It was the last time
Days came and went by
I hated my life
I married a girl
I read your letters every night
The war went on
My depression stronger
Why won’t they let you home?
I feared your life would hold no longer
I slept every night
With your face in my mind
Good and bad dreams
I woke up with a sigh
My wife got pregnant
My family was surprised
I put on a mask
My feelings was disguised
Your letters became fewer
My anxiety grew high
I started to drink
My wife went to cry
More days went past
I became more sad
I got the last letter
It wasn’t from your hand
I remember the pain
I remember the misery
It was like I couldn’t
Soft and BeautifulSoft and Beautiful
A poem by Antonio Aguilera
You are the jewel and emerald of my eye
An elusive beauty locked in my sights
For a prolonged search low and high
Has revealed to me your beautiful tights
They are who make you who you are
They'll keep you warm and comfortable near and far
When you have them on, you become a star
My beautiful girl, together we'll go far
Oh, how unthinkable a bare leg can be!
You're a natural beauty from your head to your toes
My subtle message can you not hear and see?
So please, for me, cover your legs in pantyhose
There's nothing better for me as I look in your eyes
Feeling your soft, luxurious legs in sheer tights
The caressing touch on your legs utters soft cries
Together in joyful sheerness forever, she asks me to turn off the lights
Together in bed, we soar to new heights
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