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Lucky Break (DannyXReader)There was a rumor going around the Internet that one of your favorite bands, Ninja Sex Party, would be at the local shopping complex, scouting out a new actress for their upcoming video. You decided to go, unsure if the posts were to be trusted or not. However, you figured it couldn’t hurt to check it out, and if it was untrue, you’d still have a fun day shopping.
As you rounded the corner, a long line of women greeted you on the other side. Peering over the heads of the gorgeous ladies, you saw what you had been hoping for. Danny and Brian were sitting at a long table, giving interviews to the waiting women and deciding if they had what they were looking for. A few of the Grumps were there as well, helping out by handing out forms to everyone.
You wanted nothing more than to audition, but you knew it was a futile effort. You were nothing compared to the beautiful women that were lined up, and any attempt to compare yourself to them would be laughable. Sighing, you walked p
Madness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms
One evening in the corner shop
Calvin Woods sat reading a paper
A tall dark man in a black hood came in
Looking dark and dapper
Calvin mistook him for an African
The stranger said he came from Cairo
Are you visiting or residing, Calvin asked
The other said, “I have gold. I am a pharaoh."
Yet the longer stayed the latter,
The more Calvin grew madder
Until he ran away screaming
While the latter burst into laughter
There will be times
When a man cannot determine
Between the howl of dogs
And the cries of men
Perchance he shall find
That the criers have thick hair
For they scarcely have the minds
Mid-evening in September
Alas I must always remember
I took a walk about my ground
The sky was dark and tense
The neighborhood lay silent in suspense
But soon the air was pierced by
What I mistook for the howl of hounds
When I wandered near
The howling fell in my ear
But seemed to have the voice of men
I beheld a strange sight
Which I pray I may never see
A pack of dog-like men
Sitting at the crossroad of a lane
Unlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere Before
Dangerous territory for sure
Seeing his foes advance in the distance
Roger ran as fast as the wind
Occasionally glancing behind him
But he left them far behind
Still he kept running
Not sure when to stop or look around
The sun began to set, the moon was rising
Roger found himself in unknown ground
And everywhere about
There were sights he'd never seen
Signs on walls and over doors
He scarcely knew what they meant
Symbols scrawled by unknown hands
Of things he never knew
And overhead the sky was growing dark
Roger knew not what to do
So he kept walking
Searching for a soul to help
But nowhere was there anyone
Roger thought he was in Hell
Until he found strange carvings over one doorway
Then he realized Hell was not like that
And the shadows gathered closer
Something flew over him with wings like a bat
Still he knew no name of the place
Nor was there someone who knew
Roger shuddered visibly
Still he was lost as to what to do
It's So Quiet NowDarkness settles in
Our star has gone away
Although it may be hard
I believe the black is here to stay
It's so quiet now
Silent and serene
The rustling outside though
Makes it hard not to scream
You wrap your arms around me
Squeezing tighter with more grip
You bury your head in my chest
Nervously biting your lip
The screams could be heard
From outside the door
Death hollers I was sure
It's so quiet now
It sounds as though they've left
Although the real truth is
Tomorrow comes death
Love From the GraveI awaken from somber dreams
where nothing is as it first seams,
your voice speaks from beyond the gray,
the unseen watch me with blank eyes,
lost among storm torn ocean skies
to the forgotten gods I prey,
let me sleep amid the tombstones
and wish on the oracle bones,
if only I knew you would stay.
Unhallowed Journey...Last night, seeking my soul to save,
I walked right over my own grave
And sank down into the worm-eaten earth
Where, shuddering, I saw the horrid birth
Of Things that gnawed on my gelid corpse,
Stealing all my dreams and hopes...
I fought with the fiends, I gouged and bit
Their revolting flesh--the taste of it!
Retching, I clawed my way up and out,
Only to be seized by a hideous rout
Of gibbering Ghouls who welcomed me
To their noxious revels, down by a sea
Choked with the corpses of unnumbered years,
The hideous nadir of all of my fears...
macabre circuscome one, come all
to the macabre carnival that is my mind,
where appearances truly are deceiving.
the price of a ticket is only your soul.
it will paint your true colors black,
capture your soul and lock it away in an antique circus trunk, among a downward spiral of other collected, trapped souls.
the adorable little balloon girl
pure wickedness hidden beneath her curls,
sells them, each black, white and blood red balloon representing a kidnapped spirit
it will recycle your body into a sinister freak, forever in the land of nightmares,
and there is no escape.
it appears a vivid and striking scene, visually charming and quaint
the sugary sweet and salty aromas will lure you in,
they disguise the stench of putrid, rotting flesh.
cotton candy, a tangled mass of webs spun by the deadliest spiders
and delicious caramel apples with a razorblade core
the merry music will lure you in; such splendid and uplifting notes lingering among the raucous of the delighted crowd
to conceal the tortured
dinner with the devilI had dinner with the devil,
one Friday afternoon.
We feasted on cheesecake,
and strawberry macaroons.
"Why shouldn't we indulge?"
sang he so flowery,
as he poured me a cup,
of rose-petal tea.
He was rather charismatic,
though in a salty sort of way.
"I make friends with enemies."
I often heard him say.
Not to say I'd hug the devil,
it's just so very cold outside,
all this rain and frigid lightning;
and the devil’s arms are wide.
"The world's a selfish place, my dear,
a sharpened blade is how you survive."
He leered in close and with a smile he sang,
"Little girls get eaten alive."
I can resist temptation,
even if it's crawling at my feet.
"But it's the glory of sin you want,"
and sin often tastes so sweet.
"Dear, you wouldn't be the only one,"
he said, "Everyone does bad."
And I've noticed everyone lately.
And everyone seems glad.
And then he lead me to the window,
to see with my own eyes,
to show me ignorance is bliss,
I saw people walking in lies!
I must admit I'm young and th
RevengeHow I crave that crimson liquid...
That sharp, metallic taste...
The blood pouring from your body...
Gushing from your face...
"You'll see what I had to suffer
Throughout these years..."
It's time for me to finally
Face my biggest fears.
I pull out the knife from my pocket,
The knife I used to cut my wrist.
And I use it now to cut my bully.
My, what a twist~
"You used to make me suffer,
Isn't that strange~?"
I gave a twisted smile.
"Now I'll get my revenge~"
Pretty soon, I finished up,
And I chuckle darkly.
That'll show everyone
Not to mess with me.
Kiss Me In The GraveyardKiss me in the graveyard.
I know it may sound strange
But I assure you, you’ll like it,
Though it appears deranged.
Touch your lips softly to mine,
As we sit here alone.
You’ll soon forget, within due time,
That this is where ghosts roam.
Kiss me in the graveyard
While you hold onto me.
Think not of corpses buried here
Beneath the dying trees.
Fear not the sound of gusting wind,
The feel of ice-cold rain,
Nor the sight of ghouls and spooks
As they rise once again.
I know I may not smell too sweet,
My eye sockets black holes.
Please don’t mind my hanging flesh
And my lack of a soul.
Just kiss me in the graveyard.
Say that you’ll stay with me.
For I’m your rotting lover, now
And for eternity!
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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