'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA,
Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh.
Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care,
In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there.
The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads.
And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light,
Had just settled down to log-off for the night,
When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter,
Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter.
To the browser window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache.
When what to his art-loving ey
ACROSS A CROWDED ROOM by OniOfTheShade, literature
Literature
ACROSS A CROWDED ROOM
I am taken by the wake
Of words we don't share
Drowning
In this ocean of noise
The wave of silence between us
The sea is too wild
To swim to your glance
Look at me and smile
Once more
Something to swim toward
Lighthouse of your soul
Your lips
A beacon in dark din
I can't hear words
Though
I can tell the direction
Out of nowhere
Out of the blue
Like the ocean of indigo
I willingly jumped into
Because
My ship was swiftly sailing
Somewhere else
My one chance
To reach shore
And hear your words
No longer drowned out
By crashing conversation.
He stood unflinching, staring up at the many grotesque faces of that monster, each snarling and salivating through jaws agape with jagged teeth. He stood unblinking, with the others watching from far behind him exchanging worried whispers, or sharing frightened silence. Wisps of darkness and noxious hatred poured from every pore on the beast's fetid flesh, as a cacophony of bellowing and raspy roars rang out from its malicious maws. The malevolent cry echoed to the sky, freezing the hearts of the onlookers in fear.
Still he stood, steadfast against the vile breath and vicious gaze. A dim glowing halo began to encompass his body. It then bur
A frightful Sight by InsideTheMindOfPotzu, literature
Literature
A frightful Sight
As her eyes slowly started to sink into the abyss of their sockets,
her mind was once again engulfed by the madness she once possessed.
Could it of been the sight of the blood stained walls that made her insanity return
or the thought of her getting the blame?
Mirror mirror on the wall
You see me,
Watch me,
My every rise and fall.
Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?
I look at you
you stare no slack
Silently judging
Behind my back
My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..
Hush my sweetheart,
Please stop crying
I can't stand the sound.
My skin crawls at your painful noises
As I see your face
Red from your screams
If only you will be quiet,
If only you will be a good baby,
I can't seem to quiet you
No pacifier will pacify your cries
And gentle bouncing only brings shrieks,
I lay you down in your crib
To let my weary arms be rid
Of your heavy squirming weight
And retreat to the hallway to pace.
Surely you'll stop if left alone,
But as soon as I am free from you
And your ear bursting shrieks
I long to hold you
To try and soothe your crying
But you don't want me,
Your scrunched up face
And fierce wriggling
Te
A slight rain
Came over the bus stop
As the little boy
With the balloon
Stands with you
He feels disjointed
You speak to him
Knowing his pain
The bus stop is clear
The road busy
And you stand for
Just a moment
Telling him
About your days
And you turn away
Realising the bus
Has arrived
And you talk
Slowly into your iphone
Not realising
The boy did not get on
And all you hear from
The distance
Is, "I'm sorry"
And the balloon flying upwards
This poem is dedicated to a 19 year old survivor, whom chose a different path to me in life.
May he rest in peace.
Dany 1993 to August 2012
December 19, 2012by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
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December 21st Marks the End of Civilization
Muerte Aztecaby ~Zerj19
Who would you invite to your final deviantMEET or dinner party on that fateful day?
W
e are facing yet another grave prediction that we are in the true end of days this year and this time, this time, we have been inundated with five years worth of investigative shows, frightful books, and alarmist interviews outlining evidentiary “proof” that this is the one date on the calendar, certified by a now vanished people in what
Is this....? (revision) by AskDoctorStein, literature
Literature
Is this....? (revision)
"Stein?"
"Hm."
"Do Do you love me?"
Stein rubbed his eyes. This again? They'd been having a discussion about this for what seemed like yearsit had, in fact, been a little over a week. Funny how time seems to drag on when there's an elephant in the room.
"I've already told you," he sighed.
"Shrugs and sighs and eye rolls are all I've gotten from you!"
"Marie " He opened his mouth to continue, but nothing came out. There was nothing to say. He sighed and shrugged.
"See? Shrug! What does that mean?"
"What does a shrug usually mean?"
"It can mean lots of things.