The Only Light in DarknessThe Only Light in Darkness by WilliamOutbreak
The darkness is my prison, but it has also become my sanctuary, my solace, my escape, and my only protection.
These humanoid creatures that roam the dark halls of this forgotten wasteland; their eyes gouged out, their other senses stagnated, their skin as pasty grey as the slimiest lizards, their solace remains with the light.
They are drawn to it, they feed off it, and they feed off whatever passes through it.
However, they remain shrouded in darkness, which is where I make my home.
They can’t see me, and I can’t see them. We live in this shared universe where only one of us fears for our lives every day and night.
So long as I remain hidden by the very darkness that I fear, I feel I have a slightly better chance of survival.
I’ve seen what they look like, and I feel they can sense me.
So I remain in the dark, we live in stalemate. I make small steps every night to try and get away, but they’re everywhere.
They are the darkness, and they can consume whatever li
In A Glimpse Of TomorrowIn a glimpse of tomorrow, i am torn from these mistakesIn A Glimpse Of Tomorrow by EngimaticNDN
Feeling smeared and erased by crude sketches of my being
Unwanted features lay permanent against crumbled pages
Drawn out and penciled in my name with no love or regret
Wasted thought in a boring day in a lighted room
I became running joke, one that becomes a T-shirt in a week
Cleanse my pain, burn my name, drown my ashes in the rain
HumanityWith stone in hand I can only commend the truly condemned.Humanity by Caomha
Tightly grasped, a dying darling.
The air is crisp but growing thin;
I do not mine because it gets me out of mind.
The vile can only get violent but the lucid become lustrous.
When in such a society of smoldering crime, what's there for one to ask for?
Sing, Laugh, DanceSing like there's no tomorrow.Sing, Laugh, Dance by VioletRogue
Laugh like the world is whole.
Dance like your floating on air.
Love like you'll never see them again.
Kiss her like she's slipping away.
Hug him like you're unable to let go.
Make a promise like you intend to keep it.
Smile as if the sun was shining.
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Hi Everyone!! Bienvenidos (mira bajo)
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Bienvenidos, personas de paises como España, Nicaragua, Argentina, Colombia, Costa Rica, Puerto Rico, y otras al grupo "Writing-4-Life" un collecion va a hacer creado despues de 2011. ¿Es posible nos da tus poemas y historias?
I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)***Hello again, many people remember that read my work titled “Much Love”, that at MWFF 2014, I went to a panel where I discovered more about myself.I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona) by nursal1060
That same night, mere hours after I got home, I had a dream about “Axel”.
This was the dream I had about myself and discovering Axel, my fursona.
I hope you enjoy.
“I am Axel”
Where am I?
Could it be...sobbing?
Forward I go,
Deeper into the darkness,
Further and further within myself,
Until I come face-to-face
With the source of the sobbing.
Its dimly lit,
But I can see myself.
I am sitting on a wooden chair,
Carved into it are the words I used to think of myself:
Dumb, useless, clumsy, walked-on, clipped, hurt...
My hands over my eyes,
the sobs swell.
That was me.
The me they’ve hurt.
The me they’ve tortured with taunts.
The me they’ve ignored.
Nocturnal PoetryNocturnal PoetryNocturnal Poetry by Krikak
Nocturnal poetry, the sound of the life,
Flames in my heart, the words of love are rife.
Suffering from the bitter pain I was voicelessly screaming.
Caught up by my own demons, never even dreaming,
That one day, the darkness within me would be vanished,
By the eternal light of yours with love so deep replenished,
We would rise from the ashes, not in the distant future, but today,
Standing together inside flames…
We would forget about the pain of yesterday.
Those things never even dreamt are becoming true.
You’re the light in the dark night’s blue,
The life running through my veins,
Getting me rid of all chains.
The last thing I have in my mind at the evening,
Belongs to you…
So as the first thought at the morning.
Nocturnal poetry, the lines written by feelings,
Guided by the heart, staying day-dreaming.
I’ve never thought that I’d feel alive once again,
That one day it will be the end of the rain.
You’ve showed me the b
Absolute ZeroAbsolute ZeroAbsolute Zero by Krikak
Deep down inside, reality so rough,
Paying for the one who was never sure enough.
Deep down inside, can you still see me?
Can you still remember the better version of me?
Deep down inside, staring to the skyline of this town,
Disappearing, lifting like shadows, down and down.
Paid for every tear and every smile,
Burnt out by the fire called life.
And can you hear me now,
When all that once was a miracle is completely down?
Hearts are torn apart, memories remain the same,
But somehow too painful when there’s only me to blame.
Deep down inside, reaching the absolute zero,
I’ve never promised I’d be your hero.
Deep down inside, can you still remember me?
Do you still know whether there once was a better version of me?
Deep under the absolute zero, hatred and cry,
‘cause the fallen angels can also die.
Under the absolute zero, beyond the wings of a wind,
All alone and broken, left behind blind,
The darkness within, surrounded by fire,
Hidden Secret SherlockxReader Chapter 10Hidden Secret SherlockxReader Chapter 10 by chrislokistark
Secret could kill
I looked beside me and saw Sherlock, who was sleeping like a small baby. I could not sleep. I looked at the clock. It was six o'clock morning. I slept about two hours, and the rest of the nigh I was watching at the wall or o him. I sat on the bed. I got my hands on my knees and put my head on them. I breathed. I wanted to finally live normally life with Sherlock. Stop to think about who want to kill or destroy us. This situation, in which I was I did myself. I have started this chess game about life. I looked again at my love. I reached to him and kissed him on the forehead and passed my hand through his hair.
"I love you." I told him quietly. I met out of the bed, dressed clean underwear and put his shirt on me. I careful close the bedroom door. I took the tea pot into hands and filled it. I opened a fridge, except jar of eye balls, some chemicals and
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