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For KairiNamineSoraRoxas 'Thunder? AGAIN? Doesn't it EVER stop?!'
Cammy groaned as she sat up in her bed. It had been thundering for the past few days due to storms, but this time, there weren't storm clouds. It DID cross her mind that maybe it was Ryu and Chun-Li sparring. Even in England, Cammy could still hear some of their moves, as she was sure that they could hear hers as well.
"Aah, what to do, what to do..." The blond woman mused, "Well, I am kind of hungry. A little slice of cheesecake wouldn't hurt..." A grin spread on her face at the thought of her favorite sweet treat. She stretched her arms up and swung her legs out from under the gray sheets.
She stood up, brushing off her green pajama shorts and red tank-top. Barefoot, she walked over the wooden floor, her steps light as ever. She walked through the hallway and into the white-tile kitchen where she was greeted by her gray and white
+RFM - Rapid Finger Movement+And here we go again,
the endless spoils of writing
out of a dead mind.
Harboring no processing power,
almost ready to shut down
of its own accord,
The computer in my head urges me
to write one last thing tonight.
One last look at the
and all the double meanings.
Nothing making sense now,
but it will eventually.
Cursed and gifted,
my abilities and limitations,
Maybe my mind harbors an imagination
too vast for my body.
An echo of words,
droplets of water and rain that
kiss my skin as I stand out there.
The pencil finally melded with the paper,
and the paper to my head.
The plane of creation coming into view.
Can you make use of the
I don't know if even I...
about to fall over, I gather.
Falling through the floor and into the white,
I close my eyes.
Sleep doesn't come fast.
Dreams that drive me up the walls,
snippets of other languages,
and people I'd never met,
and things I'd never done or seen.
I don't try to mak
+Intimate+One foot in front of the other,
the world melting behind me.
What mattered most,
what was that again?
I wasn't about to let anyone
tell me right from wrong.
I can tell that for myself,
Animals or not, I was
going to live.
Nothing more, nothing less.
One touch was all I needed.
The stars started spinning,
and the dusk and dawn intertwined,
Everything was now
one beautiful conjumbled heap.
I don't care what the others say,
this is a matter of removing one's own mask,
and seeing who they really are.
The one true escape.
It wasn't about the drunk smiles,
or what could've been,
it was about us,
and only us.
All that mattered was you and me.
Broken masks and mirrors,
shards of glass roses
and what we were supposed to maintain.
It was about breaking down,
and reconstructing the basic words,
and leaving the deeper meaning for
tomorrow- a day we might not have.
it feels like we're one instead of two.
I think that our faces could just as well be ma
+Losing Hope+Say what you want,
I won't back down.
Things like these
can't be backed away from.
I express who I am.
That's too much.
I want to be able to speak freely.
You have to restrain me.
Unfair and unequal,
the world will always be.
Hence why, I've lost faith.
We're a species that has to grow up.
Respect is all that's needed.
Respect is something the world lacks.
You have to eat others to get what you want.
It's truly sad.
I selfishly wish for peace,
but I know that it'll never be granted.
My hope is gone.
I am living for me.
I am living for me,
For the ones I care about,
not for some movie actress.
What do you say now?
What is the truth?
I don't know anymore.
No, don't reach for that drink.
I see you,
wanting to drink me away.
Pretend I never existed.
My hope is lost.
I'll never dissuade anyone.
I'm living solely for me,
and the ones I care for.
It makes me wonder,
is this really the median world?
This surely isn't heaven.
It sure feels like hell.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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