I am the girl who jumped in the leaves
That my dad had raked up when they fell from the trees
I am the girl who played with mom's shoes
I used up her lipstick and ruined her rouge
I am the girl who went to school
And to the present day never broke a major rule
I am the girl who people adored
I never was plain; was never a bore
I am the girl who met the right guy
I love him so much even when he doesn't try
I am the girl who had two kids
They are so gifted - have more than I did
I am the girl who deserves her own psalm
I am my idle. I am my mom.
I am a person of figurative speech
I speak of the things I cannot reach
I use metaphors to show my beliefs
And out of this receive instant relief
To put my words in a song-like manner
Displaying them softly, not on a banner
All of my whispers tell my stories
Whether ones of sadness or instant glories
I am the person you cannot see
For only inside am I really me
If anybody asks me why I am the way I am
I tell him that I learned it from a very special man
He is my inspiration and the best friend I ever had
And then I tell who's asking that I'm talking about my dad
He's sporty and hard working and he's proud of who he is
But most of all I think that he's proud of his wife and kids
He loves us more than anything and really makes that known
The fact that we're his top priority is always clearly shown
He's funny and he's silly and he always makes me laugh
I love his sense of humor and the way he always acts
I love is when he smiles because it can light up a room
And he's always such a riot even
Slugs are gross. Slugs are slimy.
Slugs are wet and slugs are grimy.
Slugs will shrivel when salt is near.
When you think they're gone they'll reappear.
Slugs will form a pile of goo.
Slugs will stick to the bottom of your shoe.
Slugs leave a trail of rainbow glop.
Even though it's shiny, appetizing it is not.
I once had a barbeque and my appetite was wrecked.
Due to the fact there were slugs on my deck.
I once had a party and nobody ate cake.
Because slugs were dug up in the sandbox with rakes.
Slugs are often thought of as creatures of ick.
And that can be proven because they make people sick.
I'm sure they have a purpose but
I Cannot Be Calculated by thatgirlcaitlin, literature
Literature
I Cannot Be Calculated
Soft words. Hard words. Metaphors.
Whispers. Shouts. Silent proclimations.
Innocence. Guilt. Accidental conviction.
I am a metaphor. A combination of two opposites.
I do not wish to make sense.
When sense is made, certainty exists.
The existence of certainty leaves no room for error
and mistakes are human nature.
I am not the sum
of any number
of mathematical certainties,
nor will I ever be
I am the absence of certainty.
I am a combination of silent metaphors.
And
mismatched
uncertainties.
On a train. Five hours left.
Beauty all arount me.
Anxiousness inside me, welling up inside.
I might burst.
The trees calm me.
The leaves change so slowly, softly, beaufifully;
againsty the blues of the sky
and the green that wishes to stay in the landscape
that is slowly
turning
cold.
Dying.
The death of the landscape is the color of warm ash.
It makes me feel safe.
Because I know that no matter how cold or dead the landscape looks,
It is a l i v e . . .
And I am no longer anxious.
I am as calm as the warm ash.
The landscape warms my soul.
How to Properly Use the Forums by HildeKnight, literature
Literature
How to Properly Use the Forums
It has come to my attention that many people, for whatever reason (a lack of brain cells and surplus of watching MTV perhaps), don't know how to correctly go about the deviantART forums. Whether the said deviant doesn't know about the forums beyond the Deviants Forum; couldn't tell you what the word "etiquette" means if it kicked them in the ass; or just cannot find that silly, little "Reply" link, there is always someone out there having trouble with the forums which will always result in a flame. As hilarious and entertaining the flames may be, it is something that could be easily be avoided. However, the deviant must be willing to learn if
Current Residence: New York. But my heart is in New Zealand. Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: winamp Favourite cartoon character: Calvin & Hobbes, Dilbert, Foxtrot. Personal Quote: Live. Love. Laugh.
A lot of people tell me that my photos are simple and depressing. I just like taking photos like that. I prefer to think of them as pensive and melancholy, not so much lonely or depressing.