TwilightThese stars, they peek down at meTwilight by emopunkgirl06
From between the clouds and dance
Through my hair, between your ankles
It's a beautiful sight, can you hear me now?
Staring up a sliver,
Just a clipping of the moon,
And the headlights and street lamps
Flood my mind with foreign words.
Cotton candy pink,
You can't help but wonder if
The clouds would become sticky
Against your fingers and wrapped around your head,
Not in a sugar high but close enough,
Up in the skies. Can you hear me now?
And then, when the saltwater stars to
Eat at the edges
And prismatic blues fill the sky,
You ask me,
"Tell me something I don't already know."
Mist and dew against your shoes,
Between the grass,
Things start to feel solid and vibrant
As the saltwater chases
The stars and the moon away. Can you hear me now?
Between the branches and the leaves,
Exploring the carcasses of day,
You're a stranger in the night, when
Everyone else is asleep and gone.
Yearning for the perfect moment between
Night and morning,
Between asleep an
First NightFirst Night by RosaryOfSighsx
Rosie lay across from me in the cold, dark ward. She was agoraphobic; and when she laughed, her hands fluttered and she tapped her feet against the floor.
It was late when they carried me in. I had no name; just a plastic bracelet with a barcode and my patient number, address and date of birth. N447584. But the doctor and nurses just called me the O.D girl.
She smiled at me as they attached wires and a heart monitor; as they dressed me in a white hospital gown with the ties undone, leaving my spine naked and exposed.
Somehow I cant find the strength to tie it up, though Im afraid of the strangers hands on me. A gentle smile that keeps me from shattering.
Rosie, with her tiny, emaciated body; frail and drawn against the pale sheets. I didnt know how shed gotten here. The man next to us had fallen; broken his ribs and injured his mind.
I was falling into nothing; I had nothing to hold me in the freezing hospital but the soft, sweet smile of a str
you're restlessI've seen your withered eyes get even duller and crunchier under sunlight like this. I'm really sorry about that. Claim your social security backwards and maybe you'll be my baby again. Maybe you'll get watered then.you're restless by missxscissorhands
I've seen toes like yours curl before. What you need is a tongue. I'm really sorry about this. Drown your thoughts in something lacy. Maybe you'll be my baby again. Maybe you'll matter then.
I've seen severed highways slow and thin in your arms. I'm really sorry about that. Pose a patented gunner against your wrist and maybe you'll be my baby again. Maybe you'll fly higher then.
I've seen teeth like your hunger for something more. What you need is a trick. I'm really sorry about this. Frame your crane of a neck in a leather bound noose. Maybe you'll be my baby then. Maybe you'll feel better then.
Stolen Art and How to Find ItPicture if you will that it's an ordinary day, you're goofing off on deviantArt with nothing to do, and suddenly, right there among "Newest Art", you see IT. One of the most beautiful images you've ever seen on dA. An image that just begs you to click it and fullview it. Of course, you simply must fave it - you can't bear the thought of another minute without that gorgeous photo of Delicate Arch or that beautiful watercolor mermaid or that super-hot fanart of Jessica Rabbit somewhere on your profile.Stolen Art and How to Find It by Vanshira
Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're dealing with stolen art?
Probably not, but your jaw might have dropped at the suggestion - what if that awesome photo or digital painting or vector you just faved WAS stolen? Unfortunately, the Internet being what it is, there are very few ways to be completely sure any given image wasn't stolen. But here are a few tips to determining whether or not it was.
1. It's in a stupid gallery.
By a "stupid" gallery, I don't mean slightly off - photos th