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MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i look
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
Jack and StaindDisclaimer:
I do not own ROTG. I do not own Staind. I do not own the song. I do not own Aaron Lewis.
North frowns as a yeti busts into his private workroom, smashing a little flying horse made of ice. "Phil! I told you to knock!" Phil ignores North's outburst and starts yamering in that weird grunting language that no one but other yetis and North seemed to understand.
Phil was reporting a bunch of missing electronics. As well as that fact that while Jack Frost was still visiting Santoff Claussen, no one had seen the trouble maker for hours. North paled at that. Usually Jack would be flying around causing mischief while he was visiting. If Jack was not to be found then what kind of trouble was he cooking up now?
North raced out of the room, deciding to check Jack's guest room first. If boy is not there i will check workshop next. North was determined to stop any pranks Jack was planning. But as he rounded the corner and made it to the hall were Jack's room was The
We Were Left BehindWash sat chained to the canyon wall with Sarge and Donut on either side, both unconscious. Wash stared at the ground blankly, thinking about his team that got out. They were going to be ok with Felix and the New Republic soldiers because of what they all thought they were. They were an asset and they weren't going to lose that any time soon. But Sarge and Donut were still here and in harms way, he'd have to get them out. His head rose as he heard footsteps and he glared as Locus neared them.
"What do you want, Locus?" Wash hissed out the name. Locus chuckled and stopped in front of him. "If you do that whole 'join me' thing bullshit, the answer is still no!" Wash grunted as Locus wacked him in the face with the butt of his gun. "Yeah, keep doing that, that'll make me wanna work with you." WACK!
"Leave him alone!" Donut shouted suddenly, getting both to look over. Locus wacked Donut aside the face and Donut shrieked. Wash fumed and snarled.
"Don't you dare do that!" Wash snapped, Locus
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
ReunionDonut sniffed back a sob. The pink private glanced at the clock. Three hours, forty-seven minutes. That's how long he had been alone. Totally alone. Three hours and forty-seven minutes ago, Caboose was killed.
Donut was in the base's kitchen, putting the finishing touches on his pot roast and starting the crockpot. He smiled to himself, he loved cooking for his teammates. He'd make sure to snag a plate before the others finished dinner off and save it for Caboose, who was sneaking over at ten. Humming lightly to himself, Donut went about cleaning the various dirty utensils. That was when Sarge had come in, taking a forkful of the uncooked roast and shoving it in his mouth. Donut had remembered how he'd pursed his lips; he had tried to warn his CO about the dangers of raw beef but the man didn't listen. "Red's always better!" Donut sighed and resumed cleaning.
"T'day's a good day, son."
"Hmm. Why's that, Sarge?" Donut
Breaking downMy brain had a melt down you see
All the emotions and pieces of me
Spilled out onto the floor in vibrant red
Such sadness and despair poured from my head
No matter what I did no one could see
What was staring in front of me
The loss of something I couldn't express
I had to find a way to clean the mess
Betrayal followed shortly you see
Friendships I thought meant everything to me
I was invisible again
Trying to avoid them
Everyone deserves to be happy see
Though, not black rainclouds like me
So it's better if I hide away
Showing no emotion today
If I hide behind this mask
No one will ever ask
And I can be alone you see
To tear apart the pieces of me
Breaking down in front of you
Was something I didn't want to do
I'm supposed to be in charge here
No one else should ever get near
To the depth of my weakening core
To the places the scars are sore
Freezing it all back into place
I'll find my way and erase
All the traces that led to me
So that no one will ever see
The pain I've kept inside o
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