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Her Reality She gets these thoughts; dark and lonely thoughts.
She get stuck; a maze inside her mind.
It's there she silently screams; crying these dry tears.
It's no one's fault.
Though some events in her life haven't helped.
It's her depression and anxiety.
She tries to fight, but they do tend to consume her.
Nothing has gone right for her; three maybe four months of constant pain.
She has people in her life who care, she knows that.
But she can't help but to think "why?"
She's a fuck up; a little girl who can't get her feet back on the ground.
She knows there are people who have it worse.
She knows she should just stop talking about it all.
But something inside her won't allow it.
This may just seem like a rant; a small
My OutcastsI look at the picture on my computer screen
A mixture of people, each with their own personal hell, filled with their own demons. Each of them, putting a smile on their face, ready to fight the next battle the world has for them; knowing they'll never have to truly fight alone. Everyone of them, different than every other person on Earth.
All of them will fall, but will be pulled back to their feet by the others. Some of them will have battle scars that will be known by others- maybe judged by the ignorant people who know nothing about the warriors fighting- but never judged for their scars by the ones closed to them.
All of them, feeling things so deeply it seems like they'll never see the sunlight again. But one day they will, and the people by their side will be the ones to be with them every step of the way. They'll hold each other and stand by their sides through thick and thin.
Writers, actors, musicians, artists, mathematicians, scientists, every one of them having their o
Supernatural part 2 "Come on, Cas!" Sam yelled.
"Noooooooooooooooooo!" Cas wailed loudly. "I DON'T WANNA!" Dean could hear this all from the kitchen downstairs. He looked at Bobby for help, but he just shook his head.
"Cas, come on, buddy, you need sleep!" He heard Sam say loudly. It was obvious that he was getting fed up with small Cas.
"Any clues yet as to what did this?" Dean asked Bobby.
"None. But what ever it is we better find out how to reverse it before your brother murders him." Dean couldn't help but smile slightly at this. He looked towards the stairs that led to where Sam and Cas were. It was going to be a long night if Sam couldn't get him to calm down.
"BOBBY!" Sam shrieked. Bobby sighed and put down the book he was looking at. Slowly he got up and walked to the stairs. "BOBBY, HELP ME!" Sam yelled.
"I'm comin'!" Bobby called. He turned to Dean and said, "That brother of yours, he can fight all
Supernatural fanfic part 1 "Cas?" Dean called into the dark house. When no one answered he called his friend's name again. "Dude, where the hell are you?" Still no one answered.
"Dean?" Sam whispered. Dean looked at his brother and could see the worry in his eyes, but it didn't compare to the worry Dean was feeling. "What if we're-"
"We're not," Dean interrupted. "Cas?" he called again but still no one answered. He nodded towards his brother and the two of them slowly made their way through the house.
"Dean, what did he say on the phone?" Bobby asked in a ruff whisper.
"He said that he needed help," Dean replied. He checked the small kitchen sweeping his gun and flashlight around to make sure no one or any thing was there. "Clear."
"Help with what?" Sam asked coming in.
"I don't know." He was getting tired of them asking him these questions when they should be looking. He quickly moved to the dinning room. "Castiel?
Always and CompletelyWARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR "THE NAME OF THE DOCTOR"!!!!!!!!!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
He leaned against the wall of the TARDIS, arms crossed, head down, and eyes blurring from the tears welling up. He heard the door close and felt all of his friends’ eyes on him. Slowly, he stood up straight, walked over to the controls, and turned the TARDIS engines on.
He typed in Vastra’s address and took them home glad none of them even tried to talk to him.
When they were gone, he felt Clara staring at him. He knew she was shaken from being in his time stream, and she had no idea about why he was so upset; she had no idea that he had lost her, he had lost River. He gripped the handle bar in front of him so tight he started to lose feeling in his fingers. He fought back the lump that was building in his throat. Slowly she walked towards him obviously not sure what to do.
“Doctor?” she finally asked, her voice quiet and soft. “What happened?”
“Just . . .
Doctor Who-Mels's PastSPOILERS FOR "A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR" AND "LET'S KILL HITLER"!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!
“I’ll see you later, Amy,” I tell my best friend as I grab my coat.
“You sure you don’t want to stay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I actually have someplace I need to be.”
“Well let me take you,” Rory offers.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Mels, it’s pouring out there. You’ll catch a cold in that weather!”
“I like a short walk in the rain. I’m not going far, I’ll be fine.”
“Fine, just don’t blame me if you get a cold.”
“Oh believe me, Rory, I’ll blame you completely,” I tease. He glares at me but I can see the smile he’s hiding. “I’ll see you guys later,” I tell them. They walk me to the door and I flip my black hood up on top of my head and run out onto the pavements outside. I run until I hear the door close then I start to slow do
My MusicI love my music.
It's helped me through a lot of emotional crap.
It's helped some of my closest friends through even worse shit.
My music is the "Outcast" music.
It's the "Emo" music.
The "Sad" music.
It's the rock,
You may not like it at all.
A lot of people don't.
But a lot of people love it.
This is the music that saves lives.
The music that stops people from self-harm,
That makes them feel like they belong.
Most of it is not the "Devil Worshiping" music like lots of people think.
Just look at the lyrics of bands like Flyleaf and Black Veil Brides.
If you look close enough, you'll find they are mostly pure.
They are about standing up for yourself, for your beliefs.
About pushing through the hardships in life, about ignoring the haters,
And loving yourself.
So go ahead and hate it if you want.
Just don't say crap about it to me or it's fans.
Because you don't know their stories, or what this music has done for them.
You can like your music.
I can like mine.
Yes, This Is MeI'm a weirdo, an actress.
I'm an Emo/Goth.
I'm an outcast, pretty low on the food chain of society.
Yes, this is me.
I wear black.
I don't like pink.
I would choose anything dark over anything bright.
Yes, this is me.
I support equal rights.
I support parts of gun rights.
I support anti bullying.
Yes, this is me.
I do wear makeup.
No, I don't put on buckets and buckets of it.
I do feel at least a little pretty with it on.
Yes, this is me.
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
I'm extremely self-conscious of my talents.
But slowly I am getting better.
Yes, this is me.
I love rock/screamo/metal music.
I do not like rap or country or pop music.
I'll sing at the top of my lungs to show tunes.
Yes, this is me.
I don't care what you think about me.
If you like me, fine.
If you don't, fine.
Yes, this is me.
I am a girl who is sweet and caring.
A girl who is loving and will put her friends/family before her.
But I am not the smartest, skinniest, or prettiest girl.
Yes, this is me.
Ganith for TanzaniSPOILERS FOR MOST OF THE BOOKS
Ghastly Bespoke walked down the long corridor of the Irish Sanctuary to his office. It had been a long day full of frantic mages, glass shattering, and angry ferrets and he was glad he could finally go home. He grabbed the key to his office out of his pocket and stuck it in the lock. He twisted it and opened the door.
The room was dark like normal. There were no windows, and shadows of the furniture all around. He stepped inside and immediately tensed up. Something wasn’t right. He slowly closed the door and turned on the poor lighting. The overhead light above flickered on. He turned around slowly. He was prepared to fight, prepared to die but he was not prepared to see the person that was in the room with him.
Tanith Low sat on the big oak desk looking at him with her lips twisted into a malevolent smile.
“Hello, Ghastly,” she said softly. Ghastly stared at her. Every night for two years he laid in bed imagining about what the moment h
A Poet's Secret (Gay Rights Poem - True Story)I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form of black ink;
In writing I never will fail.
I love the stories inside of my head,
So full of hope and peace.
Writing is marvelous, it is simply grand,
It lets all my emotions release.
One day I decided I will no longer hide,
I'll let all my fans know I'm gay.
So I did, I came out; I told the world!
But I regret the words I did say...
I was arrested, thrown in a jail;
Then I was put on death row.
One day I'm brought out, with two others like me,
And then guns all started to blow.
Two metal bullets were shot right at me,
Both of them went in my rear.
The officer said, "I shot this grand poet,
Simply for being a queer!"
I was once a grand poet, I was the best!
I was becoming famous quite fast!
But my dreams were cut short since I was gay,
And my wonderful life didn't last.
I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form o
DepressedI hate the pain.
I hate the crying.
I just want someone to love me.
I’m sick of trying.
The pain kills me.
I wish it would stop
My body is breaking down.
It feels like my heart is going to pop.
Just rip my heart out.
I don’t want it any more.
I’m running away from everyone.
I’m putting myself behind a locked door.
B.U.R.N.I.N.G O.N T.H.E I.N.S.I.D.EBlazed hearts
Unconscious for eternity
Rescuing in need
Never to be awaken
Night-shaded even in the shadows
On-going destructive misery
Numb on the inside
Tomorrow is bleak
Hollow and consumed
Insignificant compared to the world
Shadows injected, poisoning the victim
Death wishes granted
Even in death, we suffer
It all to hellI overspilled my intentions
they made a mess on the floor
in the tangle there was tissue from hearts
and we were bleeding in our chests
I expected the universe to put a lens
against the open window but nobody came
knocking. Looking back to the spectacle,
I was alone, hands full of crimson
Funny, I thought my suicide would
cause havoc to the floors
but doesn't matter, vigorously
I'm still pounding on Hades' door
Modern Day SavoirDrowning in darkness of deep despair,
Believing lies, truths not there,
Shining upon scars, see this ray of sunlight,
Reaching your broken smile hidden in the night,
Hearing the tear drops falling from your eyes,
Believe my hidden secrets, tell my stolen lies,
Bring me to the surface, give me air to breathe,
Let you see the truth upon my broken dreams.
Wild Animal DesiresJane really wanted a Red Panda for a pet.
“He'll maul you to death" I warned.
But she didn't listen.
“They're so cute, Winston!" She argued.
The funeral's Monday.
Where I'm from poem...Where I’m from
I am from a lead pencil laying on my sketch book waiting to be used to draw anything that could come to mind
I am from that little apartment around the corner of Second Street of Milladore
I am from the flower that was no fragrance, though people thing it does have a fragrance, but I think differently
I am from Christmas where my family gets together and have lunch and supper
I am from the Mancl family and the Pierson family
From being called boy by my grandpa to being called Derek Joseph by my mother
I am from the holy catholic church of Saint Wenceslaus
I’m from Saint Michael’s hospital in Stevens Point Wisconsin
I am from my heart which loves many, though if you break my heart or my friends, I will shatter yours ten time worse, and by the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging and pleading for mercy!
From the time of birth to the time of death, I will love the people that I care about
I am from my mind and soul, where all of my
Hoping for winter.Hello to the cold season.
I welcome you with open arms.
Everyday draws closer to the
Everyday I hope for the cold.
May winter last forever. May
it bring the next ice age.
Always a thrill when winter
A time for snow, a time for
joy, A time for everyone to
get along. Merriment brings
us closer to the snow.
For after all,
be a time of joy
and not a time for
BY MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THIS WASTELAND OF FILTH,
I WILL MARGINALIZE ALL OF THE FILTH AND DISPOSE THE DISSENTERS,
YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY,
BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE GODDESS IN HER GLORY?!
(can you keep it down, I think they can hear you-)
SILENCE, CHILD! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME!
YOU ARE A REMINDER OF ALL OF THAT CARE AND COMPASSION THAT
IS SO FUCKING POINTLESS! ALL SHALL DEFECATE
AT THE SOUND OF MY BOOMING VOICE!!!
(I thought we would try to be better than-)
WITH YOUR OBFUSCATED FEELINGS?!
(where is the forgiveness....)
WITH YOUR PLEAS AND THE BEGGING?!
(nothing but logic and determination...)
ALWAYS ACTING OUT ON EMOTION?!
(you are no goddess to me...)
HOW DARE YOU, FOALISH SOUL! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!
WHY SHOULD I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR OPINION OF ME!
I COULD HAVE YOU WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THIS EARTH
IN A SINGLE HEARTBEAT!
(but you wont, you need me-)
My SaviorsThey aren’t angels,
But they aren’t devils,
They have their drama
And they face their own problems
They go through sorrow,
Sometimes hide in the shadows
They are just humans
Who sometimes stand in what feels like ruins.
They are my friends
And they will be in my heart until the end.
So I thank you
For the people I can look to.
You have been my helpers.
You have been my saviors.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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