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Happily

We live happily forever In my memories Our love grows ever stronger And never do you leave. All that we shared It stays with me Like a precious treasure That only we can see. Happily forever In memories We laugh and dance together In the summer breeze. The best we were Will always be Happily forever Within my dreams. I’ll always be right here Happily Forever Like an endless melody Let's go on an adventure To where the sea and land embrace Let's dance beneath the moonlight And feel the sand caress our feet Doesn't that make you smile? Come, cuddle with me on this blanket And watch the waves ebb and flow They weave a dream for us to cherish A dream of closeness, ease, and vastness Stay still, I'll start a fire for us And warm our hearts and souls Tonight, nothing is impossible If we just surrender Look at the sky with me And feel the amazing journey That we are all part of This is the adventure that matters most The one that leads us to ourselves Let me share it with you Let's

Lyrics

2055 deviations
Literature

The God of a Schizophrenic (Poem)

The God of a Schizophrenic By J.C. Solis Why must I suffer this pain so profound? Why must I keep this mind that is unsound? Why, My Lord, must I keep feeling this pain? A feeling that just never seems to wane Why, My Father, do you allow this woe? For why must I deal with this heavy foe? Why must I feel toyed, as part of a game? A victim of this Evil with no name For I clung to faith, which waned ever so And I hope that you will now see and know How, over these years, I have lost my mind How the world is cruel to those of my kind Why, My Father, do I hear not a word? Why have you abandoned your loyal herd? Why must my tears still be shed down my face? Why do I still not feel your warm embrace? I know some people would say that I’m wrong To sing your praise and honor you in song That I would dare to still honor your name Despite this ordeal being yours to blame But I’ve clung true despite these foul recants I’ve denied so long the seeds that they’d plant I’ve shunned

Narrative

2836 deviations
Literature

Simplicity of Life

The beaver builds her dam with skill and care, Creating a home where her family can thrive, The lion has its den where it can roam, A place of peace where it can rest and be free, The robin makes her nest in a tree so high, A safe haven for her young to grow and fly. Bees live in hives, buzzing with life, Working together to keep their home secure, The bear retires to its cave, a place of solitude, Where it can hibernate through the long, cold nights, Gophers, rabbits, and moles all find solace, In the safety of their holes, hidden from the world. All creatures have families they hold dear, A place they feel is home, a sanctuary of sorts, The animals of the forest, simple and true, Do not claim to have a soul or need a higher power, They live in harmony, without greed or envy, Content with the life they have been given. They do not strive to be admired or adored, Nor do they seek to be superior to one another, They do not change themselves to fit societal norms, Or seek validation

Nature

2461 deviations
Literature

Easy

I'm a girl from the sun A woman from the sea I want to make fun I wanted to live free Thankful for these days Thankful for tomorrow The sun is settled it stays My unbreakable sorrow I want that to share With you if you really care I hope you will call I hope you never let me fall I hope you will be there If I really start to care About what is going on today I hope that this love will stay Sometimes if I say goodbye Another love will for me try So I will keep my life easy I just keep breathing Jill

Non-fiction

903 deviations
Literature

The Princess and the Thousand Puppies

As the sun went down, everyone in the castle prepared for bed-time. Bathed and clean, Lilli settled down for bed grabbing her favorite blanket to snuggle with. It didn't take long before she drifted to sleep and began to dream. Like so many of Lilli's dreams, this one was bright and full of sunshine. She ran through fields of flowers, giggling and happy, followed by a herd of one thousand excited puppies. Young dogs of every breed yelped happily and chased Lilli as she ran toward the forest where she liked to play. The puppies were wonderful friends and she loved them. They played hide and seek together, duck duck goose and tag. Just when a

Prose

2741 deviations
Literature

Mental? More Like Elemental

“Are you sure this is going to work?” “I dare say that we haven’t become rusty with time!” The crowd that gathered under one of the tallest buildings of the city gasped upon the sight of five human beings (suspiciously short) fly over their heads. Yes, fly – they were riding on what looked like mops or broomsticks, supported with invisible rocket engines, for flames were dashing from behind them. Rhodie Smith was the first to gesture at the person to be blamed for the situation, who was standing on the narrow ledge, back pressed to the wall and not daring to move. In response her improvised transport hovered in the air. This better be quick, Rhodie thought. “Leland, stay there!” she called out. “We’ll get you!” “Don’t touch me!” Leland yelled. “I-I-I’m dangerous!” “No, you’re not,” Rhodie stated firmly. “I know you. You’re scared, and that’s okay. Allow us to help you, and then… I think at least one of us has an explanation.” “I’ll burn you!” Judging by his voice, Leland was

Prose 2

623 deviations
Literature

A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.4)

The Roofscape Runner Jeanne was no longer afraid. For the past twenty minutes, her savior had led her and her steed through streets and alleys, holding onto the horse's reins. They were now in a quiet place on de la Serpente street. Yet, when they had left the scene of the battle, onlookers who had gathered there had hurled taunts and jeers at them, but none had dared to pursue them. No, commoners and gentlemen alike had remained stunned by the devastation resulting from the seemingly impossible battle that had just taken place. Among all the exclamations that erupted, there was one uttered by an old woman that deeply resonated with Jeanne. "It's him!" she had exclaimed. "It's the Roofscape Runner! Good Lord! Look at what he has done!" Anxious murmurs had then risen from the crowd, but no one had echoed her sentiment. Now that everything had quieted down, the countess felt reassured and could leisurely observe her guide who walked ahead of her. The man was tall – easily six feet

Prose 3

492 deviations
Literature

Streetlights

Streetlights cast soft patterns, woven within the mist. Upon a park bench’s timber slatterns, forbidden lovers tryst. I passed by unseen.

Romantic

4837 deviations
Literature

The Love that Lives in Pain (Valentine's 2024)

The Love that Lives in Pain Valentine’s Day 2024 By J.C. Solis Though I live every day as best as I can A foolish boy who wished to be your man I suffer to see you bask within light As I sacrifice myself to the blight I live in pain to see you rise and grow And I hope that my blood will rightly show That I’d bleed for you with all that I’d give So long as I still have my life to live And as I wake and return to my sleep And think of You within my dreams so deep I hope that you’ll rise and cherish the sun And smile at me, that your heart I have won For this is the day I tell you this, true I love you so much, and suffer for you…

Romantic 2

2387 deviations
Literature

Melancholy Way

Proclamation Flagellation Insinuations Allegations Man, I can’t take this aggravation! Mystified Tranquilized Moralized Criticized Same old routine Just a question of who decides Ratification Liberation Self-Realizations Hell, I’m for anything That causes sensations Placid Callus With just a tinge of cold dark malicious Madness Sadness Chaos Surrounds us Interpretations Prefabrication Don’t you sense the insane implications? Crazy to change Dance in the haze Damn, I wish we were allowed To explain Agonizing Prophesying Too many lanes we must choose to ride in Fortification Mortification Fornication Just a part of the cesspool Of creation Humanity Entities Every little creature Believing they’re free Innocence binding Hiding within Just another rhetorical question That we ask once again Communication Pronunciation I need to find me a Classification Revelation Salvation No more hesitation I’m ready for a Transformation Magnified Glorified Optimized Recognized New

Philosophical

2647 deviations
Literature

Delta's Dust (Chapter's 1-2)

Bill was in rare form this evening, swinging his arms wildly in drunken gestures, as he magically tried to unravel the secrets of the Universe. It had to be getting close to 3 a.m. We had been up all night both celebrating and cursing life with equal amounts of unbridled enthusiasm as only twenty-year-old Americans can. We sat at the top of an abandoned slate quarry. The company had apparently struck water and given up the enterprise of gathering slate long ago. This was probably for the best; slate was not used as it had been in the past. The days of slate walkways and roofs were over. Today walkways were made of prefabricated concrete molds and tar shingles were the only thing that covered our roofs. The water was over a hundred feet below us. Every now and then Bill would stagger too close to the edge, and you could hear tiny pieces of slate bouncing down the jagged cliff. 'Tim man you're dazing," said Bill, as he abruptly swung his arms toward me. "Sorry, I said, I guess it's

Screenplays and Drama

86 deviations
Literature

Magic of Crazy Cat

Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Evergreen, a feral kitten with a coat as wild as the forest itself wandered into the life of a kind-hearted man named Doug. He discovered her one chilly morning, her soft mews echoing through the stillness, and named her Crazy Cat in homage to her untamable spirit. Doug and Crazy Cat quickly formed an unbreakable bond. As the years passed, Doug's life blossomed – he moved from a cramped apartment to a beautiful house with a flourishing garden and married Jonnette, a gentle soul deeply connected to nature and magic through her practice of Wicca. Jonnette found solace in Crazy Cat's presence and soon noticed the extraordinary abilities the feline possessed. Jonnette adored Crazy Cat and understood that the cat had unusual abilities. Crazy Cat could come and go as she pleased, without any doors being opened for her, and she was an extraordinary hunter. Crazy Cat moved with an ethereal grace displaying a prowess that bordered on the mystical.

Short Stories

1243 deviations
Literature

insomnia

In a world infested with the undead, peace is a thing of the past. We're traveling in a pack, nightmares robbing us of any sleep but the madness is divine.

Short Stories 2

377 deviations
Literature

A commentary on Morgensterns Ant-ology

According to the great author Christian Morgenstern, the modern elephant (Elefant in German) is just the youngest member in a long line of numbered "-ants". The first one in this line was the "Gig-ant" (from Greek Γίγαντες, gigantes, compare English "giant"), with "gig" being a number that's so high that it doesn't exist anymore. Over the eons, the descendants of this humongous beast grew smaller and smaller, giving rise to Oliphants and Hierophants, and eventually reaching numbers known to man. Even then they didn't stop producing smaller and smaller children, until we got the Zwölef-ant (Twelve-ant in English), and even this elusive beast had to give way to a smaller creature, and so our elephant was born, with it's name derived from the number eleven (elf in German). But the shrinking of the beasts is inevitable, and currently the smallest known one is the Ottifant (from Latin "octo" which means "eight"). These diminutive creatures are only a small shadow of even the Zwölef-ant's

Silly

1064 deviations
Literature

The Revolution

Pulsating, pustulating sore of a morally bankrupt nation driven insane by the marketing tools of lust and greed Pouring forth its toxic venomous filth of hatred, lies, and intolerance upon an emotionally numb divided world Constantly opening up new markets by forcing its brand of predatory capitalism onto underdeveloped sectors Ever consuming in its relentless unquenchable thirst for consumers Spreading over the land like a deadly virus the most dangerous plaque ever known to man All governments are corrupt well oiled soul-crushing machines, that never stop. They crush the masses beneath their weight, and we are the unwilling cogs that make it turn. The workers toil day and night, With no respite or end in sight. We are the robots of the system, and our lives are nothing but misery. The revolution is coming, It is inevitable and it will be chaotic. The madness of the masses will be unleashed, And the suppression of the government will be overthrown. The world is in

Socialpolitical

1123 deviations
Literature

Samhain

Dear sweet Diana, Your pale silvery face gleaming brightly and smiling sweetly to those souls down below. Ghosts, ghouls, are amongst the peaceful tombstones, they quake with anticipation. Given tonight, they may dance again. They are all brown bread, wishing the hand of time would go anti-clockwise. But tonight it doesn't matter, for the door is open. It is an odd sight, Demons and the Fae dancing the Milonga in Diana full sweet graces, and their little bonfire. The gapes, and gawks of the blokes amongst the crowded carriageway. Turn away quickly, didn't see a thing. The carriageway dissipates, while the skeleton does his bony jigs, and

Spiritual

1799 deviations
Literature

Submersion

The sand smells of algae and blood As it clings to our exposed bodies Sharp and soaked with eternal lust It speaks to the wilderness Carefully concealed within our souls A whisper from the down below As we float freely, weightless and young again On the surface of the sea, powerful and raw Submerge with me into it guilt-free Feel the substance that has been feeding us All along Our flesh may rot and dissolve All pretence cleaned from it by the unforgiving salt But our very selves will be reborn Beneath the roaring waves We’ll continue living anew Mixed with the molecules of other corpses And all human-made will be swallowed Taken away by the careless currents We’ll swim, until the end of time We will roam, our minds filled with courage Into the cold embrace of the unknown

Transgressive

478 deviations
Indie Murder Mystery VN - Unmasked Truths Protags

Visual

1523 deviations
Literature

Malkosh (The last Rain)

The sweat accumulates this time of year, As I recall the springtime of my youth. Beneath the winter cloud's last chandelier, The sandals of delinquency uncouth. The teacher usher'd children into class The yard I play'd in—naked to the storm. The downpour thrash'd upon their panes of glass But only I escaped and broke the norm. I danced, and laugh'd before the tears of God Played soccer 'neath the rain—my royal cloak I breathed the drops of freedom like a cod Returning drench'd, but sneez'd next time I woke   I long the days of innocence and rain   That dried up where my hell may never wane.

"Storms" Contest Entries

12 deviations
Literature

The Unrestrained

I crave inexplicably That beautiful filth I see In everything. Everyone. Varmin living in desperation I need their heartlessness. A cosmic void Trembling with ambition I put my hands among the flames But remain unburned. In willful anticipation A force of nature restrained . Youth of space, Unhindered, passionate, reckless To forget itself Or die in realization.

Phobias CONTEST

87 deviations
Literature

candle in darkness

Free falling, From the tower of solitude. I fall free Into the darkness And the endless abyss. I find my way Around the corner, To the depth of  this nightmare. I find my dreams, Going up in a swirl of smoke And I fly away Knowing how beautiful It might feel, To know the candle, Still burns. It burns for you. This little flicker of hope, It burns for you. In the dim lights, In the dark night, I see my face. The green bamboos all around. And I see the open window. Showing me the light, I forgot it even existed. The golden light of day, The candles all lit. Shut your mouth! Hush! Be silent and the candl

"Dreams" Contest

101 deviations
Literature

The Last Cortau

You don't know me. I am a Cortau. I have no name, what do I need one for? We are all one. We think as one, we act as one. All that ever mattered to us is the Cortean- the collective body of which I am just a small insignificant part; the only part. I am all that is left, you see. Once, we numbered by the thousands, but no more. The Melocnai had brought total destruction to us all. Though I live on, I will eventually die as well. The unborn one I carry within me will have never known what it is like to not be alone. However he will feel, I am sure, the hollow void within. There will be no continuity of the Cortean. The line will die with my Co

"Identity" Contest

157 deviations
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Group Avatar Icon New Design Entries

7 deviations
Literature

When I Was Little

When I was little The sky was a little bluer The grass was a little greener And life was a little better When I was little The biggest thing I had to worry about Was the monster hiding in my closet And being alone in the kitchen at night When I was little Mom and dad were always happy And the only thing they fought about Was who got the last slice of pizza When I was little My hair was always perfect And my clothes were always pretty No matter how badly they matched When I was little Boys gave me cooties not kisses Girls told me secrets not lies And the only time I cried was when I fell and scraped my knee

"When I was little..." May 2010 Contest

93 deviations
Literature

St. Patty's Day

It's St. Patty's day He's drinking again, Alden is I hate him he told me to make myself scarce but he didn't use those words I saw his face he wanted to beat me I hate him dear lord, I hate him I wish my friend were here; she'd know what to do I don't know what to do the ache on my back seems to be spreading I stopped crying a while ago: I have other aches, other pains that are less superficial no one can see my progenitor hates me because I look like her I have her eyes, her icy eyes I have her freckles and her mouth that used to smile she used to smile before she left him before she left us but I know she never meant

St. Patrick's Contest Entries

2 deviations