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ForgivenThere are times when you occasionally leap out,
When all you can do is snap,
At how the word sucks,
And claim we dont give a fuck,
About why everythings crap.
You do what you can when you want to make friends,
But the situation turns into an apocalyptic fuss,
And you try to get the better of us,
And we all get driven around the bends.
Im the quiet observer of this horrible mess.
Though behind my calm,
And my state of passiveness,
I could lash out and harm,
Because of my stress.
I want it to stop and all go away.
But at the same time,
Im hiding and lying,
And only alone do I whine,
Release pain via crying.
Because I want you to stay.
Quality, not quantity, is a quote
That makes me easy to confuse.
I want company of many but I should wish to note,
A companion is a thing one must never lose.
When one meets a friend,
Theres a thing in the heart.
That never wants it to end,
And never to be apart.
Everyone has their moments, positive or not.
But the e
The Holy Cow - chapters 1-3THE LEGEND OF HOLY COW
Written by Caldoran and Ayla the Raichu
Once upon a time there lived a Holy Cow who lived in MilkMilk Land. Its name was Holy Cow. It would grant any wish. There was also another Holy Cow. It was called Holy Cow 2. Holy Cow 2 got captured by Evil Cow Von Milk. So one day, Mr.Rumbobobo wanted a wish. So he set out for MilkMilk Land which was only reachable by drinking the Holy Cow Brand Holy Milk. So Mr Rumbobobo set out to A-May-Liquor, which sold all kinds of drinks. He had a hard time getting to A-May-Liquor by foot, but by the 3rd Year he finally got there. Then he realised there was an airport. ''God damnit you stupid metal birdeys'' shouted Mr. Rumbobobo, ''I'm not feeding you any more food.''
But he had more important stuff to settle. So he set off to find the shop that sold the Holy Cow Brand Holy Milk. He spent one hour trying to find it. He walked into the shop, and asked, ''How much is the Holy Cow Brand Holy Milk?'' ''Only $10.'' the St
Its a trap!
Theres nowhere to run.
Id fly to escape, but there be great black clouds,
And thunder is booming, ever so loud.
Blocking out the sun.
I would try to swim to safety but the sea would drag me down,
As if waiting for my suffocating,
Forcing me to drown.
I would scramble cross the headland but be smashed against the rocks.
Pulverised, no change to survive,
The crashing sea; it mocks.
Theres no way to escape, nothing I can do,
Except to move on to start fresh and anew.
Let the storm take me, its not all that frightening.
So then I could fly past the flashing of lightning.
No longer harmed by the danger around me,
The battle has been won.
Fooled Yet AgainCrap.
Its a trap.
My teacher outsmarted me.
I wanted to flee, but now Im in poetry.
Im stuck in deep shit,
And thats the end of it.
Oh yes, what a smart and intelligent plan,
Try bribe me with chocolate, do whatever you can.
Stupid dumb jerk,
It aint gonna work.
I should be getting paid for this!
I need a reason to shake my fist.
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