This is how I died.
Like gods, we hailed from far corners of the sky.
In that old wooden box I had made my way home.
Never planned to stay long, my life was to roam.
Very soon we knew that things weren’t quite the same,
Our worst nightmares in disguise at first seeming so tame.
Those people didn’t know that they harbored the disease,
Were housing disaster that would cause all to bleed.
Loved ones we all thought had been lost forever
Rushed in to save us, their chains were untethered.
Reunited at last, we could flee and be saved
But I returned to his side, my choice had been made.
We banished the monsters, but then fate banished
This is how I died.
Like gods, we hailed from far corners of the sky.
In that old wooden box I had made my way home.
Never planned to stay long, my life was to roam.
Very soon we knew that things weren’t quite the same,
Our worst nightmares in disguise at first seeming so tame.
Those people didn’t know that they harbored the disease,
Were housing disaster that would cause all to bleed.
Loved ones we all thought had been lost forever
Rushed in to save us, their chains were untethered.
Reunited at last, we could flee and be saved
But I returned to his side, my choice had been made.
We banished the monsters, but then fate banished
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
My dearest wolf, how delightful it is to meet you. You think you overtook me by surprise? No, you are quite mistaken. I've been longing for you. Day after day I've been watching the paths you took, the territories in which you hunted, the rivers from which you drank. Why the weird look, wolf? I am merely a girl, you caught my scent. And forgive me for smelling like a fox - our paths keep crossing each other; I am cutting the tail of vulpes vulpes with silver scissors and it keeps growing back and this madman keeps stepping on the same rake. Not my fault, now, is it. I know - you can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf. But you wil
Current Residence: The Island of Misfit Toys Favourite genre of music: Ska, Punk, Metal, Folk, Indie, ect MP3 player of choice: dopi =D Shell of choice: seashells!
I haven't been active on here in months. I'm kind of thinking of making a new account, since I've literally had this one for years and might want to start fresh. I don't know. I've been spending a lot more time on tumblr, and posting some art on there, so you can go look at my blog if you want. http://redrooibos.tumblr.com/
Anyway, sorry if you missed me, if anyone even noticed I was gone for a while.
I gotta write some true stories for school. I just finished this one, and I'm bored so I'll share it. It's 1:45 am, by the way.
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It was summertime, and I was about ten or eleven. My younger brother Oliver and I were playing in the backyard. There was this tree that grew white flowers in summer, which turned into red berries in the fall. The flowers smelled weird. So I was having a great time ripping them off of their branches by the handful, throwing them at Oliver, and yelling "Stinky flowers!" over and over again. He didn't appreciate the fun of this activity as much as I did, apparently.
"Stop it! Gabbi stop it!" he whined. I just gigg
Thanks for the fave! your page is very very good - I think its the most creative I've seen - I will try to emulate - or just copy - something of its spirit ... if I can