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My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?
We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?
Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family
Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 16"Todos a la Nieve".
Las chicas se fueron a su casa & los chicos igual. Después se juntarían en el centro para poder arrendar una camioneta 4x4 & alguien que los llevase, aunque
Brick supiera conducir, preferían no correr el riego de morir. Los seis llegaron casi al mismo tiempo al lugar de encuentro. Bubbles & Boomer venían vestidos
completamente de blanco, Bubbles llevaba una gran maleta. Brick & Blossom también llevaban grandes maletas, como si se fueran a quedar por días. Los verdes
solo llevaban equipo de esquí.
.- ¿Por que tantas cosas? .- Pregunto Buttercup
.- Solo vamos por
Born of wisdom and war
hair of gold and storm-grey eyes
behind which great strenght lies
in her beauty and knowledge unite
strategy and architecture her delight
her sharp tongue, her cunning mind
her wit, always highly tuned
they’re her weapons on her quests
helping her through trials and tests
a child haunted by prophecies
with a life as stormy as the seas
through mazes, across the land
her quests send her around
finally becoming the architect of Olympus
to restore the home oft he gods
but in the very end
as was long ago prophecied
wisdom’s daughter walks alone
following the Mark of Athena, burning in Rom
In my heart I sit aloneIn my heart I sit alone with no soul by my side to give me hope that tomorrow will come in this my darkest hour demons bite at my feet angles cry out my name
They feel my pain I stand to my feet I walk to face my doom in this my final battle my sins will be laid bare for all to see as I face death will be my judge as u pull the plug on my life
In the land of life and death In the land of life and death here I stand and I call out he's name with my bleeding soul hand on my heart I feel it slowly stop as I fall to my knees my mind goes back to the day I first saw you in your battle armour you stand tall a holy knight with no fear in your eyes your the one i call out to the only one who can save my soul but now my eyes go dark my skin turns cold I am no more my body turns to stone my soul is cut from my body all is lost my love will not come to my side
To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.
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Music helps people express themselves in various ways. Some can listen to it for days and days. And it can show up in every which way. May it be screamo, grunge, or blaring hip-hop. Rockin' roll, soul, country, or catchy pop. Whether it be jazz, R & B, a march, rap, or a classic tune, music can make each and every heart swoon.
Bringer of peace to wars.
Battle in the Twin Sala garden
At the river sat a boy
watching the water flowing by
seeing the pain of the world
with his ocean eyes closed
but as the years went by
his wings carried him high
and when eternal night rises
when death stretches out its claws
it is light against darkness
gold against underworld gems
forces clash a great fight
the virgin raises her fists, sets her sight
on the twins the goat, the waterbearer
closing shut the lotus door
demon's bane, ancient sealing rosary
treasure of heaven, keeping evil at bay
and thus, in the sacred garden
just like Buddha has done
the boy lays his head down in eternal rest
beneath the Twin Sala Trees
Shield of the World
Wings of pure gold
spread and enclose the world
in a warm golden light
made of feathers of justice
they take flight and rise
the Archer soars through high realms
traveling through the mist of dreams
sending across the skies
his mighty battle cries
his body is shield against the dark
amidst the darkness a bright spark
and golden feathers fall
when he heeds Athena’s call
even beyond death, he spreads his wings
to protect his goodess and justice
he’s a shield of light against the shadow land
forever the shield of the world
A heart that’s beating
steady and strong
a soul full of light and passion
where goodness and justice are dwelling
a powerfull warrior
redeemed with high honor
regarded by his peers
an epitome, full of splendors
a oath of loyalty to his goddess
a oath of loyalty to justice
his heart who stayed true until the end
his heart, as a traitor he was branded
taking his oath beyond his grave
breaking through the frontiers of death
stretching out a helping hand
for those who battle in Greek land
a heart that will forever go on
a heart that stopped beating
Life LessonsIt's funny to think
about all we've been through,
from the tears to the laughs
and the hand we've been due.
Through the rough patch
we tell ourselves it's okay,
someone somewhere has it worst
so we bend our head to pray.
They say that to live life
bad things you must not rue,
but once you look back
it's hard to think that's true.
Like hands you lessons
you didn't realise must be taught,
and it takes things away
you've taken your life to sought.
Three in the CarIn the driver's seat,
quivering with anger,
she'll soon reach her peak,
and hell she will deliver.
In the passenger seat,
she's as quiet as can be,
to her right she risks a peak,
and prays "not me, not me".
In a back booster seat,
playing with her baby feet,
and singing without a care.
Baby Wings in HeavenWorlds apart; across the sea,
so far away we stand,
still you whisper "come to me"
across the sea you lend a hand.
I hope I didn't disappoint,
it's not what I meant to do,
but all I've done has been my choice;
I'm ashamed to say it's true.
I try to focus on what lay ahead,
but that's easier said than done
when I'd put into practise,
what I had once thought was fun.
So many days and years,
yet so little time,
and I know that you're in heaven,
but I want to take back what's mine.
I'm here to say I'm sorry,
as my tears hit your tiny grave,
with flowers in one hand,
and a wish the angels never gave.
Dark DesireHe touched me and I died. My heart shattered, exhaling through my mouth like black dust.
For I knew that it was wrong. For I knew that once I submitted to his scorching touch I'd be addicted. I'd be addicted in a way that I craved nicotine deep in my lungs, the way I craved the deep, enchanting lure of liquid poison.
I'd be addicted in a way I so deeply knew was wrong, yet couldn't stop.
And the moment my body trembled like a ground breaking earthquake I knew I'd lost.
His arms, marred by white lines and blank ink, held me tightly in a force that broke yet saved me.
"Submit to me," his voice haunted me, sending a spark of unwanted dark d
The Silver LiningLife is full of misery,
life is full of hate,
life is full of adventures
and you shouldn't have to wait.
When the mountain roads beckon
don't just stare into space,
pack a bag and run,
it's the world you must face.
Live everyday like it's your last;
be happy to just smile,
while your life may be rough,
living is just worthwhile.
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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