Odd, he and I became we.
CranesThe delicate paper crane rested in his hand as he held it out to his daughter. She was growing up so fast - he finally realized what his mother had meant when she said things like that. "This is an origami crane. I can teach you how to make them if you like." He smiled. "My dad used to tell me that if you make one thousand of them, your wish would come true."
The little girl wiped the tears from her cheeks and gently scooped the crane from her father's hand. "It's pretty, daddy. I want to learn how to make them." Jeremiah sat on her bed, near her desk, and she climbed onto his lap and put the crane near the top corner of her desk. She pulled out a new piece of paper for her father to demonstrate, but when she looked around he wasn't there. "Daddy? You were going to show me how to make paper cranes. Daddy, where are you?"
Nikola Bailey's dream faded from existence as she woke, with a cold chill. She opened her eyes to take in the room that was different from the one she'd once had - it
UntitledA heart is contained
In many expressions.
Where is your heart?
Is it beating like a drum?
Is it worn on your sleeve?
Is it racing faster than ever?
Is it climbing in your chest?
Is it full for once?
Is it shown proudly?
Is it any of those things?
No, it's something different.Something I didn't expect.
It's not nice,
It's not warm,
It's not loving,
It's not kind,
It's not uplifting,
It's not strong.
It's on the ground,
Oozing out a pool of blood.
There's a hole in your chest
From where it's been ripped.
It's been beaten and trampled,
Abused by those you trusted.
It's a broken heart.
One that duct tape can't fix.
a virtual lifebehind my avatar
I am queen of a wonderful world
I am a female warrior of a strange country
I am a werewolf
in real life
I am a girl who waits for the love
I am a girl who dreams from another life
I am a girl insignificant buried in the mass
Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday Feature + NewsPLEASE this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!
The amount of artistic talent here on dA has always amazed me, I feel like it should be a privilege to be able to feature such amazing pieces as these. Therefore, without further ado this Sunday's Specials
:thumb312662469: Man as Novel by Scarlettletters fever, dream by prairiedaisy the autopsy of an earthquake (collab) by ChloroformBoy Exhale, Amaryllis by LadyofGaerdon
anemic, broken, and growing up anyway by aprilwednesday unfinished thoughts by Vlavisfaults And Here Is John by doughboycafe Pilkunnussija by disrhythmic Honesty on a flat-topped shingled roof (vignette) by enigmaticsmile
now it's just dirt under my fingernails. by colbalt-rain 24. Stars by LooLa-Bean 20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight by HeartsNeverBreak Sheet of music by BlindxMinds The Minotaur's Bride by orphicfiddler
I got a very humbling DLD today alongside my collab partner and lovely firend, ohsparrowsong for our piece always half-finished by Sammur-amat always half finished by ohsparrowsong
Thank you wholeheartedly, dear DLD team and friends for all the wonderful
Acid WashEven if it were true
That to savor each and every second of our time on earth
Would be as foolish an attempt as counting all the
Specks of sand spread across the shores
Of the east coast waters,
If by doing so would mean that I could
Undo time and distance's doing and
Have you by my side once more
Then trust me, babe, I will start counting
From this moment on, diligently so-
With burning eyes and drowning senses,
Till my fingernails turn to specks themselves
And my hair reminiscent of sea foam
There will never be an obsession like mine- over your soul
The lack and longing from my core leaves me salivating,
Leaves me a special kind of sick and a raving kind of mad
You're a combustible burning ball of gas- a star, babe
Each and every time I recall
My fingernails clutching
The back of your leather jacket as we shared our final
Embrace and French kiss,
I fail to realize that all my longing is fruitless-
You've died long ago, without my consent, and
That death is cause and reason for