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EverScript: Be Mine“Here.”
Blinking in astonishment, I looked curiously at the small, blue present that was placed in front of me, before glancing up at the one who put it there.
“What’s this?” I asked, my blue eyes staring questioningly into a pair of pure black eyes, eyes so black it swallowed light.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Akira returned my gaze, and for a moment, I swore there was a…something there, a connection, before he looked away, sparing a glance at the present he’d just set on the table. “It’s White Day tomorrow, right? I figured I’d give you this today in case I don’t see you tomorrow.”
Oh right, I thought, remembering the date today. It was March 13th already, meaning that White Day ― the day where people who received chocolates on Valentine’s Day are supposed to give something back in return ― was right around the corner, the corner being tomorrow in fact.
No wonder there are
EverScript: Can I?“Can I get you a drink?”
At the sound of a familiar voice, I looked up, bewildered, only to stare into a pair of mesmerizing emerald green eyes. “H-huh?” I stuttered out, unable to recall what the man had asked me.
“Why, I was wondering if I could get a beautiful lady such as you a drink.” The man repeated, grinning slyly. He had raven black hair and a matching dark mask adorned with jewels decorated on the side that were the same shade as his eyes. His suit was still black, though the style of it was European ― Italian, to be precise ― as opposed to the typical American style I usually see. While he had on a red tie, it was loose around his neck, adding a hint of allure to his overall mysteriousness.
Why did I think he sounded familiar? I thought, perplexed. After analyzing the man, I was quite sure I’d never seen him before. And yet I couldn’t shake the feeling…
“No no, it’s alright.” I replie
If I didn'tIf I didn't meet you,
if there hadn't been that dance,
there would have been no smiles.
No bouts of laughter or flirtatious looks,
nor walks that went on for miles.
If I didn't like you,
if I hadn't confessed,
there would have been no kisses.
No late-night dates or loving embrace
nor talks of future wishes.
If I didn't hate you,
if it hadn't come to an end,
there would have been no heartbreak.
No night full of tears or sorrowful rants,
nor questions of if it was all fake.
But also no realization
that I love you still,
that I can't let go,
and most likely never will.
Not now, Not yetMy mind pushes back,
Working against the lack
Of energy, flowing out of me.
Faces of the ones I love,
Blurred by tears that I struggle to shove
Away, to please let me see.
Their touch against my hand,
Runs across like sand
Falling, as my attention flies.
Voices float in the air,
Crying that life's not fair
To me, the atmosphere heavy with sighs.
Hands tick the time away,
My preparation for this day
Helps slightly, calming my mind.
Yet having a taste of death,
Sets the feelings of being left
Exploding, as I become blind.
The world begins to fade,
And I can feel no aid
From them, but I still have regrets.
So don't take me.
Not now, not yet.
EverScript: Love Me"Why not?" Rika shouted, anger clear in her voice. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her black attire, complete with a small black ribbon on her head, a beautifully intricate lacy black dress, and knee-high black boots, only helped accentuate the dark cloud of menace that surrounded her.
Meeting her glare head on, Kaede's icy cold stare showed no response to her childish anger. "Give it a rest Rika. Why would I ever want to buy you chocolates? For something as disgusting as Valentine's Day too. It's a human holiday; why are you so insistent on celebrating it?"
"Because it's for us, as in you and me." She hissed, turning her head to the side as she broke off eye contact with Kaede. She had never been able to hold his gaze for too long without looking away; there was always something in those deep emerald eyes that whispered at you to walk away, to run, or to hide in fear of him. She shuddered involuntarily as she looked around the dark alley.
With only a sing
Dear Me JessDear Me Jess,
I can already see your face ― MY face; an older yet younger one, with the same chubby cheeks as always ― full of confusion. What kind of nickname is that? Your eyebrows will furrow together and you'll pull your lip slightly to the left, all the while wondering who the heck I am.
Fret not, I'm only a compilation of your experiences-to-be, writing to you in hopes that you'll take some of the advice that I have to give, although you probably won't. (Stubborn as always, eh?)
I've come a long way from where you are and knowing all the events that you'll go through, each day each month each year, makes me want to spin fairy tales with a happily ever after like the ones you love from your book collection. But it's not real, and with all the lies that will eventually come your way, I don't want to add anymore. Your kindness will reward you, but take caution and remember that there are people out there who might use it against you. There will be advent
8There is sea glass in my lungs. Bottles of undelivered messages smashed and worn down from the unforgiving waters in my chest.
Her Thoughts on LifeIt is cruel, it is unfair
Throws you surprises without a care...
It is sick, it is twisted
It's darkness is oh so demented...
It is complicated, it is uncontrollable
It can make you feel so emotional...
It is magical, it is beautiful,
The truths in the winds can be musical.
It is unique, it is a blessing,
It can leave you always guessing.
It is special, it is everlasting
It's moments depends on how you're acting.
The DarknessThe Darkness
Dark is night,
Dark is fire,
Dark is the absence of the light,
Dark is a deep desire,
Night is calm,
Night is wish,
It's not something you can hold in your palm,
Night is the blackest of the pitch,
Black is the absence of colour,
Black is not always empty,
Black makes the waves of your body flutter,
Black is as black as it can be,
The abyss is darkness,
The abyss is strange,
The abyss leaves you helpless,
The abyss may have you forever changed.
MindtravelClenching his delicate fingers and looking into his eyes, I almost felt like I'd faint. I did black out, but awoke in what appeared to be outer space.
I thought I'd die of the said asphyxiation that made you lose breath, but I didn't. I was breathing just fine. I thought I was alone, floating in this lovely space, but I wasn't.
He was right in front of me, black eyes gleaming in the sun. He extended his hands like he did before we appeared in this place. I held them and looked into his eyes.
Within those eyes, I saw everything. The truths behind lies, the feeling of being brought back to life, what truly happened before and the cloaked truths that were never before seen.
We let go and everything faded back to the room we were sitting in. I was poisoned, but that was merely a remainder of what was left of him. I'd remember him by this poison.
Just me.I've always been different and weird, I won't deny it. I used to hang out a lot more with adults and "mature" people, instead of kids my age. We just didn't get along. That caused me to be the loner in school…the weirdo and outsider everyone would pick on. I've never experienced bad bullying, but some kind of mistreatment has always been there. Let me explain my way of thinking. Why? Because almost everyone I know calls me and my thoughts weird and complex. They're not if you at least TRY to understand them. You will understand if there's at least a little bit of human in you.
The world has always influenced me, not doubting it. Many people just come along as they see me cry and say "Stop it; there are people who are much more miserable than you. Poor people for example". Yes, but have those people telling me this ever considered that my sadness actually IS because of so many people suffering? Nope. The world is cruel and unfair, telling us what to do and who to be. If we don't f
ProtestsI run past your Ivory Tower
Rich white kids handing out fake flowers
Since the real ones are too delicate
For their egos and their benefit.
I look at their protest posters
Arts & crafts projects made of glitter
Perfectly parading a Muslim name
While mine's spelled the American way
Out of shame.
I see the sun setting down
White flesh matching
The house they're marching to
I don't know why I'm not so grateful
Of the shouts from their souls coming through
I run back to my home
Protest posters thrown away and gone
I can't defend myself without
The armor from the colonizers
Who can't pronounce my name
I Need YouWhy do you always do that?
Disappear almost immediately...
I'm sure you have a reason,
but I need you.
I have no one else to go to;
no one else is really there.
I can barely stand.
Please come back...
I feel like I'm being torn;
ripped apart at the seams.
My heart is aching
and my soul is in pain.
I've been trying to stay strong,
for you of course,
but it's so hard
and it hurts so much.
Why does this always happen
to you and I?
Can things never go our way?
Can't I just be happy?
Why can't there be no pain.
I just want to see the joy in your eyes.
I don't want things to be like this.
Please, just...answer me.
I need you.
try all you might
resolution in sight
nevertheless it takes flight
agnate a kite
the prospective is it bright
happiness is a priviledge
albeit not a right
to my delight
in this wacky world
so wacky and trite
there is no one else to hold the light
the jellyfish flow
is all that i know
the mundane existence of eternally slow
the gradual decline of lethargy ill show
nowhere else is there to try
or to go
so minsanthropy is the good for now
while the soul grows mold
and while your body's always warm
its so hard to just be cold
before I'd ever take
pen and pencil and dig it
into fragile paper plates
spinning around in my head
is my fears and insecurities
I gotta get this done before bed
I gotta get this done before I'm dead
but I try to stop
but I don't know when
because the insecurities remind me of the
And then too late
I had all day to do it
and I didn't do it
I kept reminding myself of it
and then something else distracted me further
and it's always this cat and mouse chase
of forcing me to pump the shit I haven't
been inspired or consented to invigorate
my mind reminds me of the insecurities
my laziness and my lack of producivity
it's always that I got to hurry hurry hurry
hurry hurry hurry
before it's too late
before that day
I keep moving to the next day
tomorrow it was
Every time I glance out and see
Another who looks like you,
I close my eyes to picture
A you before, once warm and true.
Remember those times we spent?
Laughter complimented with a smile.
Times have changed much from when
Things were actually worth while.
Yesterday I dreamt, today I dream as well
Of when I gave you my love.
Yet while I continued on ahead,
You went to the heavens above.
Destiny took you away,
But not this bond of ours.
Memories flood my mind,
As I now stare at the stars.
Changes have occurred since then,
I have matured, being not as wild.
You witnessed my change once before
Growing up with me as a child.
You would be so happy. Oh, so proud!
My scars no longer in pain,
As I carry on with my life,
In my heart is your honoured name.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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