Ally always prided herself in being knowledgeable of many things. She was well-versed in the ways of magic, being the designated mage of her companion group. She had extensive roots in two opposite cultures and, as a result, was quite a linguist. She also kept her fair share of meaningless trivia with her--just for fun, she always insisted. She loved random facts and she loved sharing them even more, much to the chagrin of her comrades.
Red roses obviously mean true love, blah blah, she said matter-of-factly after swallowing a bite of her homemade pancakes. Poking her pile of golden fluff with her fork, she continued, yello
surprise! for the man I can't get enough of—
a cinched corset of butter-yellow leather
making my hips wider than they are
no room left for air, its bone and sinew replace
my own, the stocking top ostrich trim tickles
don't be fooled lover, lying back, head cradled,
or is it I who will be with my talent packaged thus—
we'll have fun finding out
riding crop in hand facing away, I ease on to
straddle you for a rigorous canter, you knew I would
and when I think I've bested you in your intrigue, you
reach and pull the laces tighter till I flutter and swoon
I stepped outside this home away from home, and I looked at the walls around me. This place reminded me of al I had been through. The walls around me boxed me in, and I stood there whirling around in circles just as I had been for the past year and a half. I was isolated, alone, and nearly trapped.
But I realized then, that I only had a finite view of the back entrance to this house. When I looked up, I saw light coming down through the stair case. My vision cleared, and I saw that I was only inches away from the summit.
A thought crossed my mind. "He was right. Damnitt, he was right!" I meant this not in terms of pessimism, rather in terms
Hey Future Love,
I didnt know how to start this letter
Dear, or hello, couldnt decide which sound better.
I went for the informal because Im not trying to impress
Try to make it laid back so theres no need to stress.
I know I dont know your namebut someday I hope
Well meet on the street and no longer be alone.
Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be
Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me?
Will we discover the meaning of love at first sight?
Perhaps it will take one or two nights
Laying out under the stars and discovering the myste
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Note to potential readersIm not dA bashing here. Kicking up drama is for people who are either bored, or naturally inclined to do so. I am neither. This article was written for the purposes of discussion of what deviantART is and isnt. It focuses mainly on the literature section of dA, as this is the one I am most familiar with. Visual arts might as well be on another planet as far as literature on dA is concerned. The dynamics are utterly different and cannot be applied to each other. So if you are a visual artist reading this, there might be some happy occasions whereby you can identify with what is being said, but you may
Sleep will not come well tonight
The depression is sinking in
My nightmares will cause a terrible blight
My heart will race to a scary height
Knives will run across my skin
Sleep will not come well tonight
In the increasing dark of the night
My thrashing will begin
My nightmares will cause a terrible blight
With the last of the light
My mental stability will wear thin
Sleep will not come well tonight
When my mind vanishes with my sight
The room will begin to spin
My nightmares will cause a terrible blight
There is no way for me to fight
This terror from within
Sleep will not come well tonight
My nightmares will cause a terri