After years of mourning
months of running
weeks of loving
days of planning
& hours of searching
In the minutes it took to hurt
& the seconds it took to see
& run
I saw you
I found you
I saved you
The medicine in the bag
To make your scars disappear
I had it with me, made just for you
To your knowledge
A cure was infeasible
So not to risk contamination
Flatline
They closed the door
Your sacrifice in vain
& the pain in my chest is deeper than the wound
And I lost more than blood
And I lost more than tears
And I lost more than you
They put me in the morgue beside you
And they held a short and quiet ceremony
One for both
After the crash from above my head, glass began to rain from the sky. I cursed under my breath and ducked under the fire escape in the dark alley, waiting for the hazards to cease fire so I could move again.
I heard it, now. The screaming. From three stories up, next to the window overlooking a scenic project complex and dumpster center, a man was yelling at the top of his lungs. At intervals, the sound of a female yelp interrupted his irate flow.
I sighed and rolled my eyes back. Typical of this side of the tracks. It was nothing I hadnt heard before. Domestic violence had no attentive audience, and I wasnt going to supply it w
Mr. Foley?
Tucker closed his eyes. He gripped the curtain on the window in his office and slowly turned toward the door. Yes?
His secretary stood in the doorway to the room, holding a touchtone pad and not hiding her nervousness well. The area has been deemed too dangerous, she explained. We are evacuating you from the building.
Tucker smiled and shook his head. I noticed the danger, he said, looking back out the window.
The sky was full of smoke and dust. The Amity Park skyline was dark, with pieces missing from martyred buildings. The clouds in the night sky reflected the light
You know, picking on a little kid is pretty low, Danny said, narrowing his eyes. Even for a pair of uh. What kind of blobs are you?'
We are gelatinous ectoplasmic formations! roared one of the green blobs. We are most certainly not blobs!
It was almost one in the morning, and Danny had been on his way back from his nightly ghost patrol. But just as he was flying over this particular dingy ally, he heard a little kids scream.
He glanced over his shoulder to the young boy. He was no older than seven, skinny as a bone, with an old hat covering with ash blond hair. You stay righ
The cushions on the stool were covered in a thin layer of leather, that squeaked sometimes whenever she sat on it. Her short legs reached out until they hit the bar that went across to connect all three of the legs together. With a push of one of her feet, the cushion would spin to the right, and she'd use her hands to keep herself spinning by pushing against the edge of the bar. Her giggles soon filled the empty room, and her short hair whipped her face lightly.
She was absolutely delighted.
A door swung open from the front and a tall man walked in. The bright, hot sun shone into her eyes, and she stopped spinning because of the blinding l
There's not much to say about me.
I'm just a girl who goes to school, could make better grades, sometimes has to pack her lunch, and doesn't have many good friends.
Your normal, everyday, minority freshman who's hoping to dear God that she can get a scholarship based on the fact that she is a minority.
I mean, really, as far as anyone else at school knows, I couldn't be more drab. And sometimes mean. Well, I live in an apartment complex. I practice martial arts, but somehow I can't seem to get very thin, but I dont mind that very much, either. I'm just the girl in the hallway now, hardly noticed, when I used to be among the best.
The girl
She tackled the throw pillow on the sofa and roared into it as loud as she possibly could.
How, how, how could this be happening? It wasn't fair! Simply not fair. It would drive her insane. There had to be an amendment in the Constitution that would send her parents to federal prison for this one. If there wasn't she'd go to DC and fight for her obviously oppressed rights as a sixteen year old in social need!
It was December, the thirty-first. Twenty-seven minutes and fourteen seconds past eight, to be precise. And counting. As she spoke, the party that she was going to crash with her friends was in its twenty-eight minute. Things started t
High school was possibly one of the best things ever created. This is what went through Dash's mind as he leaned against the locker. Well, at least for him it was. Sports, exercising, flirting, dressing well, flirting, sports… wait, didn't he already think those last two?
The A-List. They hung out with each other, dated each other, went out places together, and stood in the spotlight together. Sometimes he just enjoyed sitting back and basking in the fact, knowing that he was favored. He was better.
The only thing better was approaching now.
Down the hallways approached his personal favorite target. Danny Fenton, or as he liked to call him
Vlad Masters stood tall and straight in front of the door. He closed his eyes, gained his composure, and a look of absolute determination settled across his middle-aged features. All of his mental strength and resolve would be necessary for this particular task. All of it.
Of course, he was more than confident that he would be able to pull this off. The threat was minor compared to what he normally faced and defeated with great ease. All he really had to do was talk and smile. Easy.
Yet he knew the dangers of the environment he was about to step forth into. Vile, loud, filthy, at times utterly intolerable. He was Vlad Masters, though: busin
A sudden burst of nausea caused Danny to awaken.
He sat up and clenched his stomach, eyes popping open. The pains made him double over and lean against the floor face first. With a moan, he lifted his head, wincing, to take in the battle scene and his wounds.
The first thing that came into focus was a large clock.
"What?" he asked himself. That didn't make any sense -- he was nowhere near a clock. After blinking away the blurry vision, a body became connected to the clock. The face of Clockwork was staring down at him.
"Hello, Danny Fenton," he greeted, the normal expectant frown on his features. "Calm yourself. You're away from the battl
After years of mourning
months of running
weeks of loving
days of planning
& hours of searching
In the minutes it took to hurt
& the seconds it took to see
& run
I saw you
I found you
I saved you
The medicine in the bag
To make your scars disappear
I had it with me, made just for you
To your knowledge
A cure was infeasible
So not to risk contamination
Flatline
They closed the door
Your sacrifice in vain
& the pain in my chest is deeper than the wound
And I lost more than blood
And I lost more than tears
And I lost more than you
They put me in the morgue beside you
And they held a short and quiet ceremony
One for both
After the crash from above my head, glass began to rain from the sky. I cursed under my breath and ducked under the fire escape in the dark alley, waiting for the hazards to cease fire so I could move again.
I heard it, now. The screaming. From three stories up, next to the window overlooking a scenic project complex and dumpster center, a man was yelling at the top of his lungs. At intervals, the sound of a female yelp interrupted his irate flow.
I sighed and rolled my eyes back. Typical of this side of the tracks. It was nothing I hadnt heard before. Domestic violence had no attentive audience, and I wasnt going to supply it w
Mr. Foley?
Tucker closed his eyes. He gripped the curtain on the window in his office and slowly turned toward the door. Yes?
His secretary stood in the doorway to the room, holding a touchtone pad and not hiding her nervousness well. The area has been deemed too dangerous, she explained. We are evacuating you from the building.
Tucker smiled and shook his head. I noticed the danger, he said, looking back out the window.
The sky was full of smoke and dust. The Amity Park skyline was dark, with pieces missing from martyred buildings. The clouds in the night sky reflected the light
You know, picking on a little kid is pretty low, Danny said, narrowing his eyes. Even for a pair of uh. What kind of blobs are you?'
We are gelatinous ectoplasmic formations! roared one of the green blobs. We are most certainly not blobs!
It was almost one in the morning, and Danny had been on his way back from his nightly ghost patrol. But just as he was flying over this particular dingy ally, he heard a little kids scream.
He glanced over his shoulder to the young boy. He was no older than seven, skinny as a bone, with an old hat covering with ash blond hair. You stay righ
The cushions on the stool were covered in a thin layer of leather, that squeaked sometimes whenever she sat on it. Her short legs reached out until they hit the bar that went across to connect all three of the legs together. With a push of one of her feet, the cushion would spin to the right, and she'd use her hands to keep herself spinning by pushing against the edge of the bar. Her giggles soon filled the empty room, and her short hair whipped her face lightly.
She was absolutely delighted.
A door swung open from the front and a tall man walked in. The bright, hot sun shone into her eyes, and she stopped spinning because of the blinding l
There's not much to say about me.
I'm just a girl who goes to school, could make better grades, sometimes has to pack her lunch, and doesn't have many good friends.
Your normal, everyday, minority freshman who's hoping to dear God that she can get a scholarship based on the fact that she is a minority.
I mean, really, as far as anyone else at school knows, I couldn't be more drab. And sometimes mean. Well, I live in an apartment complex. I practice martial arts, but somehow I can't seem to get very thin, but I dont mind that very much, either. I'm just the girl in the hallway now, hardly noticed, when I used to be among the best.
The girl
She tackled the throw pillow on the sofa and roared into it as loud as she possibly could.
How, how, how could this be happening? It wasn't fair! Simply not fair. It would drive her insane. There had to be an amendment in the Constitution that would send her parents to federal prison for this one. If there wasn't she'd go to DC and fight for her obviously oppressed rights as a sixteen year old in social need!
It was December, the thirty-first. Twenty-seven minutes and fourteen seconds past eight, to be precise. And counting. As she spoke, the party that she was going to crash with her friends was in its twenty-eight minute. Things started t
High school was possibly one of the best things ever created. This is what went through Dash's mind as he leaned against the locker. Well, at least for him it was. Sports, exercising, flirting, dressing well, flirting, sports… wait, didn't he already think those last two?
The A-List. They hung out with each other, dated each other, went out places together, and stood in the spotlight together. Sometimes he just enjoyed sitting back and basking in the fact, knowing that he was favored. He was better.
The only thing better was approaching now.
Down the hallways approached his personal favorite target. Danny Fenton, or as he liked to call him
Vlad Masters stood tall and straight in front of the door. He closed his eyes, gained his composure, and a look of absolute determination settled across his middle-aged features. All of his mental strength and resolve would be necessary for this particular task. All of it.
Of course, he was more than confident that he would be able to pull this off. The threat was minor compared to what he normally faced and defeated with great ease. All he really had to do was talk and smile. Easy.
Yet he knew the dangers of the environment he was about to step forth into. Vile, loud, filthy, at times utterly intolerable. He was Vlad Masters, though: busin
A sudden burst of nausea caused Danny to awaken.
He sat up and clenched his stomach, eyes popping open. The pains made him double over and lean against the floor face first. With a moan, he lifted his head, wincing, to take in the battle scene and his wounds.
The first thing that came into focus was a large clock.
"What?" he asked himself. That didn't make any sense -- he was nowhere near a clock. After blinking away the blurry vision, a body became connected to the clock. The face of Clockwork was staring down at him.
"Hello, Danny Fenton," he greeted, the normal expectant frown on his features. "Calm yourself. You're away from the battl
After years of mourning
months of running
weeks of loving
days of planning
& hours of searching
In the minutes it took to hurt
& the seconds it took to see
& run
I saw you
I found you
I saved you
The medicine in the bag
To make your scars disappear
I had it with me, made just for you
To your knowledge
A cure was infeasible
So not to risk contamination
Flatline
They closed the door
Your sacrifice in vain
& the pain in my chest is deeper than the wound
And I lost more than blood
And I lost more than tears
And I lost more than you
They put me in the morgue beside you
And they held a short and quiet ceremony
One for both
BANDWAGON ALERT.
The first 10 deviants to reply to this journal will get featured on mah journal...
Yeah it's not a very popular journal but I mainly want an excuse to plug my friends/artists I enjoy!
I'll fave anywhere from 3 to 5, depending on gallery size =3
~The-Alchemists-Muse (https://www.deviantart.com/the-alchemists-muse)
http://the-alchemists-muse.deviantart.com/art/watercolor-AsylumDanny-45079710
This one... I didn't see it until I started looking through your gallery. I really do adore it, I simply do. Something about the vacancy in Danny's eyes, and just the cute incense holder... I think it was a good artistic experimentation.
http://the-alchemists-muse.deviantart.c
TODAY is the big day!
Around the globe, protests against the Church of Scientology have or will soon take place. And I am so excited!
For those of you not entirely in-the-know, a few weeks ago, infamous internet grup Anonymous posted a video declaring a non-violent "War on Scientology" to YouTube, in response to their recent campaign to take down a promotional video featuring Tom Cruise. The goal of this "War" is to educate and warn the generally ignorant public about what Scientology is about, its controversial history, and what the Church has done to its followers.
I was one of the ignorant who really didn't know anything about Scientolo
Here is where I'll be posting any DPO news I think any members should read.
First off, if you're not a member, think about joining!!! We could use some more hxc DP fans around, you know? You can check us out and register TODAY!
Staff Changes! :new:
Long time moderator dpandaeforever (https://www.deviantart.com/dpandaeforever) resigned last month. She served on the Staff in all 3 of DPOC's locations, and I wanna thank her again for all the time she put in as our youngest moderator!
Filling the spot is DPOC member FeralFacade (https://www.deviantart.com/feralfacade) known as Imperfect on the boards. Congratulations to her! We're proud of our decision and
Also, since I last updated this thing, gh0stgirl has bee