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A Lovely Little Ramble-Infinite Universes I believe in infinite universes. One may be the same as the one in which we all reside, but someone decided to wear a blue shirt one day instead of green. Billions of universes created every day, based off choices everyone makes every second.
This may be a belief based on a bit of wish fulfillment. At one point after a nasty breakup, I told myself somewhere in the infinite universes, I'm happy with him. Of course, this leads to another universe, where I'm still with this guy, but miserable. The possibilities from that one outcome alone are endless. We could be together and I'm famous, but he's not, or he's famous and I'm not, or we live in England and we met on his first day working at a coffee shop in a bookstore I work in. Whatever. It's endless.
And it's not only the mundane things such as relationships (although those being defined as mundane is another thing), this extends to fictional univer
Friendships and a 3DSI am a gamer, and my happiest moments in my gaming career
Comes from a DS.
I got the upgrade, but life has forced me to forget it.
My little 3DS.
Then the summer came along, and I picked it up,
That blue 3DS.
I'd go to theatre and see you with
A small 3DS.
We bonded over our games together
On our 3DS.
While that time has passed and we've separated,
I can't help but smile when
That little orange light brightens the corner
Of my little 3DS.
TheatricsDo I do it for attention?
Do I do to be seen?
Why do I get on stage?
Just what does it mean to me?
There's a certain kind of magic
When the spotlight shines opening night.
When the dialogue is sparking,
And the cast is in character,
And the audience is invested,
And everything is just right.
It's perfect, that feeling,
All eyes on us,
The slight gasp with the game-changing line,
The laugh from the slapstick,
The "aww" from the kiss between the romantic leads...
It's like nothing else in the world.
Saturday MorningsWhen I was seven years old, I'd wake up early Saturday morning
To watch my favorite cartoons on TV.
Danny Phantom, Spongebob, Avatar,
I loved them all.
By the time I was 13,
I thought I grew out of them.
(save for Avatar, of course)
I was a big kid,
Cartoons were for the younger crowd.
Now I'm in high school,
Nearing entrance to the real world,
And when it's Saturday morning,
And I'm the only one around,
I turn on the TV,
And watch my favorite cartoons on TV.
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,
And, of course, Avatar.
I'm a big kid, who cares it's for the younger crowd?
Graduation DayI may not be a senior, but I still go.
Partially because I have to, but I need to as well.
I look out across the football field at the graduates...
The same field we marched on every Friday.
The same field we forged bonds.
Bonds that'll be forgotten?
As for the seniors, I feel my heart break.
So many of them I was close friends with.
So many I still want to talk to.
So many I'm afraid will forget me.
The conductor raises his baton, and I try to focus on my music.
I hear all their names called.
And each one of our seniors, the band seniors,
Looks over at us.
And I know, that they'll remember each and every one of us.
To Those Who Wish To Dishearten MeTo those who shower put-downs,
To those who pour insults,
To those who wish to dishearten me,
You're not getting your way.
I've fought you for over a year now.
You show no signs of stopping.
Yet I continue to outdo myself,
Occasionally even outdoing you.
Yes, I have faltered a little,
But that was ages ago.
Now I'm older, wiser,
Mentally and emotionally I've grown.
So while I may stumble.
(And I know you'll be there to point it out)
I'll always get up and be better.
So, dislikers, work it out.
Writing Stuff What do I feel like writing? There's a lot I could write...
There's that fanfiction I thought about during Algebra. The one where Harry Potter goes on a quest with Cumberbach's Sherlock and Smith's Doctor. Hm. That'd be good. At least it'd raise a few eyebrows. Oh, hey, there's that poem I tossed together on the back of my Algebra homework! All about how much I hate Algebra. Not that great though...
Poetry! Now that's an idea. Wax philosophical about something pointless. Use little rhyme or meter. Or write about the invisibility of the common me. Or about being a geek. Eh. That'll get me nowhere. What else?
I could always write a steampunk/sci-fi/vampire story. Steampunk's popular. Sci-fi's cool. And the mere mention of vampires would draw in thousands of Twihards. How to start it....hm. "The mechanical district
Poem of Romantic-ness?Do you think that I am pretty?
'Cause I think I''m simply silly
For thinking you would like me
But what do you see?
A goofy girl with a smile,
Would you like to talk a while?
A lonely girl with no friends,
Smiling, but to what end?
Maybe I'm just dramatic
Or maybe I'm ecstatic
I just don't know how to feel
Is this my first love that's really real?
Whovians and Homecoming School spirit. Homecoming. Dress-Up Day. Three things that were happing today. The first two I could care less about, but the third...I was bristling with excitement. From the moment I woke up, fifteen minutes before my alarm went off, I was energized and hurrying to get ready. I threw open my closet doors and pulled my costume off it's hanger. Grinning, I got dressed and headed off.
Once I got to school, a million eyes greeted me in the commons. Well, things were going as expected so far.
I was wearing a tweed jacket over a off-white dress shirt, with red suspenders and dress pants, with a bow-tie topping it all off.
I was the Doctor.
Crossdressing day was on Wednesday, but this was different. This. Was. Cosplay!
"Anne!" My best friend, Grace, called to me. She was wearing a bright pink wig and accompanying bright pink
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
I give upSometimes
I try so hard to change for people
Do what they want,
Listen to their critiques,
Try to be a good friend..
But you know?
Everyone makes mistakes,
is not perfect,
is tired and stressed and slips,
It is never good enough,
no matter what I do,
nobody ever sees what I changed,
everybody always only sees my faults.
I get criticised for what I did wrong,
but never acknowledged for what I changed,
I give up.
I don't have the energy anymore,
to always justify myself,
to always go up and be the one,
that is bad,
to always be the one,
Sometimes I think I'm better off without anyone...
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
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