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This is LoveThis was love.
This was what my childhood dreamed of; being whisked away by a handsome prince while riding on the back of a white steed. The sky glistened deep sunset hues. The air around us seemed to sparkle as we shared our first kiss.
There was no horse, but I was taken away by some force that wasn't there before. The sky may not have glistened, but my heart did. The air lacks sparkle, but I can see it in my eyes every time I utter his name.
So this is love.
This is love.
Tink and the SHINee Lost Boys [extra special]"I'm proud of you guys. Don't give up yet. We still have a couple more schedules before the day's over," Onew told the group, patting each member on the back as they headed towards their car.
"Ughh, I'm so frickin' tired," Key whined, waving a hand as he climbed in and leaned the car chair back.
"Wait until we all get in," Jonghyun told diva Key, poking at the back of his head and earning a glare from having the puppy even think about touching his hair. Nonetheless, the diva pulled the chair back up so that everyone could safely get inside.
"What do we have left?" Minho asked.
"One live performance and an interview," Onew replied.
Taemin was the last to get in. The maknae looked the most tired out of everyone. He tried to turn things around and have an uplifted look upon everything that day, but... it was tough. They had been up since the wee hours of the morning and it was already almost evening. More than likely, they'd be working into the night. This was the life of an idol. It was
Snipped MarionetteCold. Empty. Broken.
Just a marionette freshly snipped away from her strings.
What's this? Doesn't the sky have any sympathy to spare?
Each chilling drop all but absorbs through her flesh. The torn, filthy clothes cry, "No more! I cannot take in any more water! Please don't make me appear to be so dense, so obese; a boulder. Any more weight, and my owner may be crushed."
Though she begs for warmth, all received is the feeble, dropping body heat her fetal position possesses.
Her heart is far too gone.
SeparatedThis wasn't where he wanted to be. Tears never used to leak down his face, until now. The faucet inside of him currently didn't want to stop. He could never feel them, but he knew they were there. He wanted to scream, he truly did... but somehow, whenever he tried, the tortured voice would get caught in his throat. Nothing but a squeak like a mouse hiding from a cat. Things weren't supposed to end this way.
She wasn't supposed to look like that. Her face was simply blank. Lifeless, some may say. He wanted to shake her awake, even tell her to get a hold of herself. She would never be able to listen. The poor man wanted to scream his tortured scream all over again. Didn't the woman want to live out her life? All she needed to do was get up. He knew it was a task never to be accomplished on his own.
She looked so pale, so empty. This wasn't the woman he once knew. He clearly remembered the way her smile glistened. Her cheeks used to hold such a glorious pink glow. Everything that she once
[re-upload] 16 -- SHINee Lost BoysTaemin was shocked that SHINee was getting a break! Lately, even during the holidays, they had to constantly work. It was a sad truth that SM was pretty well-known for being a bit overworking. The rumors of the harsh treatment to the idols must have finally gotten to the management. Not only did they get Christmas off, but three whole days! No concerts, variety shows, or commercials... nothing. The only thing they were requested to do was one Christmas special for SHINee Chefs before taking off to Japan, but how hard was that? He'd still get to see Lee Lee!
His heart throbbed, causing a delighted smile to naturally come across his face. Tink... SHINee had finally completed the process of making her their personal chef. That way, she could travel with them and make them her delicious food all the time. It would also be a way for her to make money after SHINee Chefs was through... Taemin constantly offered to give her money to help her out later on, but she refused. Now that hanging out
18 -- SHINee Lost BoysThey were finally alone. Taemin, being the sneaky boy he was, figured out a time where everyone would be busy. He was lucky that his Koala Kid promotions had ended early. After being dazed by the flashing lights and numerous shouted questions, the staff decided to cut things early for the actors. At word of it being over, he called Marilyn right away and asked if she wanted to spend some time with him back at the apartment. For some reason, she hadn't been too keen on him being over at her place lately... not that he minded. As long as he got to spend some time with her, that's all he needed.
Having the apartment empty for once was a relief. Lately, it was rare for him to be alone from the others. They even went to the Koala Kid premier with him and came home with him right after. He appreciated their support and loved the guys to death, but everyone needed breathing space.
...Except he didn't want space from Lee Lee. Seeing her skip over to the car brought a certain warmth to his hear
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
Fooled Me Once, Fooled Me TwiceYou fooled me once, you fooled me twice.
Now all I have is an empty abyss.
Where do I go from here, when all I want to do is hide?
I miss the happy days...
Sunshine and rainbow and bliss.
Perfection at its finest.
Weren't we happy?
Weren't we always happy?
You fooled me once, you fooled me twice.
But don't worry, I'll be fine.
One day, this dark abyss will blossom
into the brightest star once more.
My smile will be the most killer one
anyone will ever see.
But, until then, let my rivers flow.
Let my heart ache.
And please, in the end, let my confusion ease...
For you have fooled me once, and twice,
and now I'm on empty.
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