Gone
Gone are the days of I cant's,
I don't knows,
And What ifs.
Gone are the days of I wishes,
I should'ves,
And I could'ves.
Gone are the days of the past
That you can no longer get back.
Here's to the days of living,
Of loving,
Of being the becoming the best part of you
That you never thought would exist.
Here's to living the life you've always wanted.
Here's to the past that can't be undone,
And to those days yet to come.
Here's to the days that you think you can't make it through
But somehow do.
Here's to the life
That can't be lived without you.
Here's to now.
Here's to you.
First glance
Hurts the most,
One look
And you life has been set in stone.
Up, down,
Turn around,
Don't like this,
Don't like that.
Hard eyes,
Pursed lips,
See anything you like
Yet?
There once was a molecule named Glucose
Who was destined to be transformed
A simple 6 Carbon molecule
But with a purpose, behold!
Life in a little mitochondrion
Can be rather glum and lonely,
But to grab a hand and to travel about,
Suppose Glucose took the bait.
Legend has it that cellular respiration is a process that is important to most,
That borrows some energy
From our fellow food friends,
So that we can dance and sing!
It was then the little molecule realized
There was so much cellular respiration to see.
From glycolysis, pyruvate oxidation, and Krebs cycle,
To Electron Transport Chain, Chemiosmosis with glycerophosphate shuttle's po
Offering some strength
Then tearing it away,
Leaning to another ear,
Putting my secrets up on display.
Turn around fake a smile,
Three steps forward one step back,
Certainly no getting off track.
Pat some backs, wipe a tear.
"What caused to be so sad, my dear?"
Cheat, lie, break, fake.
Is that not the way to win the game?
Butts, butts everywhere,
The more there are the more you stare!
Butts, butts they're surrounded by your pants
The more you wear them the more you dance!
And if you don't approve
That is surely a false move
For there should be no more to prove
When you're about to groove.
I once hit a copy cat
With the help of a doormat
To make that cat go splat!
That brat, that went splat,
Was blind as a bat
As I came toward him with my hard hat.
He cowered like a fraidy cat
Hiding behind a place mat
In a cowboy hat.
No time for chitchat,
That flat cat
Needs to find a new habitat!
Who do you think you are?
Whispering about me when my head is turned.
Who do you think you are?
Adding another promise on your to-do list yet to break.
Who do you think you are?
Flashing one of your made-up smiles hoping to catch my eye.
Who do you think you are?
Peering down onto the world with those judgemental eyes.
Who do you think you are?
Shooting your "hilarious" jokes in the direction of anyone who will listen expecting laughs to follow your every step.
Who are you,
To make me doubt who I am?
And so I ask you again, who do you think you are?
You don't know, do you?
Is that why?
Gone
Gone are the days of I cant's,
I don't knows,
And What ifs.
Gone are the days of I wishes,
I should'ves,
And I could'ves.
Gone are the days of the past
That you can no longer get back.
Here's to the days of living,
Of loving,
Of being the becoming the best part of you
That you never thought would exist.
Here's to living the life you've always wanted.
Here's to the past that can't be undone,
And to those days yet to come.
Here's to the days that you think you can't make it through
But somehow do.
Here's to the life
That can't be lived without you.
Here's to now.
Here's to you.
First glance
Hurts the most,
One look
And you life has been set in stone.
Up, down,
Turn around,
Don't like this,
Don't like that.
Hard eyes,
Pursed lips,
See anything you like
Yet?
There once was a molecule named Glucose
Who was destined to be transformed
A simple 6 Carbon molecule
But with a purpose, behold!
Life in a little mitochondrion
Can be rather glum and lonely,
But to grab a hand and to travel about,
Suppose Glucose took the bait.
Legend has it that cellular respiration is a process that is important to most,
That borrows some energy
From our fellow food friends,
So that we can dance and sing!
It was then the little molecule realized
There was so much cellular respiration to see.
From glycolysis, pyruvate oxidation, and Krebs cycle,
To Electron Transport Chain, Chemiosmosis with glycerophosphate shuttle's po
Offering some strength
Then tearing it away,
Leaning to another ear,
Putting my secrets up on display.
Turn around fake a smile,
Three steps forward one step back,
Certainly no getting off track.
Pat some backs, wipe a tear.
"What caused to be so sad, my dear?"
Cheat, lie, break, fake.
Is that not the way to win the game?
Who do you think you are?
Whispering about me when my head is turned.
Who do you think you are?
Adding another promise on your to-do list yet to break.
Who do you think you are?
Flashing one of your made-up smiles hoping to catch my eye.
Who do you think you are?
Peering down onto the world with those judgemental eyes.
Who do you think you are?
Shooting your "hilarious" jokes in the direction of anyone who will listen expecting laughs to follow your every step.
Who are you,
To make me doubt who I am?
And so I ask you again, who do you think you are?
You don't know, do you?
Is that why?
I can only hold so much
Before I break
But you were there
To my life back in its place
A charming smile
And a nudge of hope
Isn't that what friendship means to most.
Alluring, persuading, morphed into
A performance of incomprehensible nature.
Toyed is the concept of freedom,
While faceless masters manipulate the strings of reality.
Facts, thoughts, feelings fabricated into a frenzy.
Unknowingly taunting, teasing,
Transforming the fearless into fools.
Quick! Show me a stage to cut through the fantasy,
An urge to break through the mould.
Painted is the reality, which we must chip away and control.
What is your *something* name? by Scorpius02, journal
What is your *something* name?
So my friend showed me the Moon Moon memes and I got interested in what my wolf name was. So I began searching for varieties of "What is your something something name?" charts.
And here are my names:
:bulletpurple: Wolf name http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/p480x480/63568_508311722559662_41660333_n.jpg: White Fang
Me: Awesome! My name sounds so cool!
Friend: You know there's a real book with this name, right?
Me: There's a book about me? Cool! I'm famous!
:bulletpurple: Witch name http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc1/p480x480/72141_572517482771995_469247126_n.jpg (Yeah, I was interested to see what would come out): Curse
Contest is now closed!
I've picked the winners using random.org, the winners are:
1- Sunnyfrost (https://www.deviantart.com/sunnyfrost) who earns 250 points
2- NTSD-Applejuice (https://www.deviantart.com/ntsd-applejuice) who earns 150 points
3- Krissey (https://www.deviantart.com/krissey) who earns 100 points
Congrats!!!
Dear watchers and fellow deviants!
This week-end, I reached 10.000 faves on my artworks. I wish to thank all of you for the support.
It is a great pleasure for me.
So, in order to thank you all, I'm hosting a 500 points giveaway contest!
There will be 3 winners!
1 - 250 points
2 - 150 points
3 - 100 points
If you wish to enter this contest, it is really simple! You have to:
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Artists, Writers, Poets. Through artistry and words command and focus this intense narrative for the final two chapters of our story to be published next year. Best selling author CliveBarker (https://www.deviantart.com/clivebarker) will continue to guide us through the final passages and incredible visuals as we head toward the end of our story. Join the Collaboration!
Is Paul’s final scream the sound of his soul being released?
Can he have an existence outside of his corporeal being, outside “nothingness?”
Or is this spectral plane the only reality to the trusted – the only viewing platform offering a truly objective view?
ONLY TWO(!!!) chapters left,
Alluring, persuading, morphed into
A performance of incomprehensible nature.
Toyed is the concept of freedom,
While faceless masters manipulate the strings of reality.
Facts, thoughts, feelings fabricated into a frenzy.
Unknowingly taunting, teasing,
Transforming the fearless into fools.
Quick! Show me a stage to cut through the fantasy,
An urge to break through the mould.
Painted is the reality, which we must chip away and control.
The Making of Here's to You is now posted! See where it all began!
Read the final here:
-J https://www.deviantart.com/dream-a-reality/art/The-Making-of-Here-s-to-You-515570449