The child curled up, tightening her grip on the checkered blue and white quilt. She shifted; eyes closed so tightly the wrinkles stood out at the corners. She ground her teeth and shivered in what should have been an innocent child-like sleeps. “Mommy!” She cried softly, unwaking from tortured slumber.
The young boy huddled in the corner of his room, whites of his eyes glowing with fear. His teeth chattered and his face was twisted into an awful grimace. His fingernails dug deep into his arms, stopping just short of drawing blood, and he shook back and forth violently. Nonsensical muttering spewed from his mouth.
The girl tos
Build me up into a mountain,
Then crush me into a pile of rubble.
Send me up in a burning pyre,
And scatter my ashes to the wind.
Allow me no last words,
No final calming breath.
I will follow you docilely,
As you lead me to my death.
Hold me till they night ends,
Than backhand me at dawn.
Tie my hands behind my back,
Painfully twist my arm.
Allow me no brief respite,
As you shower me in pain.
And I will just accept it,
Dancing in pain-filled rain.
Leave me without hope,
Inside a lightless room.
Le me scrape against the walls,
Wear my fingernails down.
Slam me to the floor,
Break each one of my ribs.
Close and lock the door,
Throw away
Once Upon A Time by Shade-the-echidna911, literature
Literature
Once Upon A Time
Write me a song,
To listen to when you're gone.
Blow me a kiss,
So I can make a wish.
Show me your dreams,
And I'll never leave,
Hold me tight till the end.
Love me at night,
And do it right,
Love is a lie told to oft.
When you whisper,
Forbidden words,
Make sure they are the truth,
Do you hear?
The wind in the trees,
Every day as it pleases,
Shaking branches back and forth.
A storm be a'brewing,
For pleasurable viewing,
Look out of your window and see.
A human heart beats,
A steady pace needs,
Rest and relaxation galore.
Allow yourself breaks,
Put yourself at stake,
For love demands sacrifice too.
A powerful anger
Dreams like words on a page.
Racing through a mind,
Like gokarts- on a race track.
Black and white on color schemes,
They say you're color blind in dreams.
Yet I swear that I can see,
Every detail clear to me.
Bliss inside imagined worlds,
Running from the real life pains.
Feeling that you can't describe,
Coming through to you at night.
Understanding- crystal clear.
Fragments of ice beneath a screen.
Untangling figments of your mind,
Bringing life back into scene.
In the darkness behind your lids,
You can tell the truth from lies.
Taking apart what was connected,
To where and what it was directed.
Eventually you w
I am running. Blood pounding in my ears, sweat drenching my hair. My heart is pounding a million miles an hour: Thump-thump, thump-thump, scarily fast. I can barely breathe- so tired. I've only been running for ten minutes but it feels like hours. I have a crick the size of the Eiffel tower in my side and it's all I can do to keep running.
Must. Keep. Running.
I know I won't last much longer. My sprint is lagging, my body, aching. I slide to the side, slipping on slimy green undergrowth. My ankle twists under and I can almost feel the bone straining. The pain hits causing me to stumble a few second longer than I could afford. But I must run
And Maybe I'll Fly... by Shade-the-echidna911, literature
Literature
And Maybe I'll Fly...
Emotionally,
I am ready.
For about anything.
I feel like I,
Can reach the sky.
Give the clouds,
A proper goodbye.
You see tomorrow,
I might not be here.
The world makes,
No promises I fear.
You see tomorrow,
Anything could happen.
I could just die...
But then again,
I could learn to fly.
This poem I write foolishly,
For my mind still believes the lies.
That people tell me,
I cannot fly.
I am not invincible.
And some day,
I will die.
And all I can hope for,
Is to die,
Listening to one last lullaby.
And soothed by this sweet melody,
I hope to find life's only remedy.
I want to leave world happily,
People tell me I am stupid,
To believe in love.
Now I begin to doubt myself.
Is love really enough?
That feeling that creates a bond,
You're chained to someone by your heart.
No knives or swords will harm this chain,
A pick ax would not be able to gain.
This chain is quite invincible,
Both a blessing and a curse.
For when this 'true love' falters,
The chain won't reimburse.
Your heart will be left broken,
There will be a terrible hole.
Where the chain's hook had once held,
You heart- it's pain will hold.
Be careful to whom you intrust this bond,
For they control your life.
They need to be there till the end,
Or th
I am,
The beginning of the end,
And the end of the beginning.
The middle of the introduction,
And the intro to the 20-years-later.
I am endless,
In this maze of time.
I am a cycle,
Living in a straight line.
I am unique,
In this world of monochrome.
And I am boring,
In this world of constant change.
I am someone,
Where no one has a name.
I am no one,
Where everyone's the same.
I am the opposite of antonym,
And the antonym of synonym.
I am the nonsensical part of your mind.
I am the logical part of your heart.
I am the thing that doesn't exist.
But yet I am right here.
I am the thing that will never desist,
Hold
Where are you? by Shade-the-echidna911, literature
Literature
Where are you?
Losing myself in the world of my dreams.
Crying and dieing,
Ripping at the seams.
Wishing you were here,
Holding me tight.
Realizing your not,
Howling into the night.
I fell in love,
Ripping through hate.
Fighting the grip,
of the tiny sharp blade.
Forgetting the feel,
of metal on flesh.
Replacing the memory,
With your beautiful kiss.
Where are you now,
when I need you so bad?
Halfway across the world,
Sleeping safely in bed.
Follow me where I will go.
Trust me blindly: never know.
Where we're going,
Why we're there.
What we're doing I won't share.
I will chain your heart to mine.
Take to where people can fly.
I will love you till the end.
When the promises are dead.
But one day you'll be alone.
As I leave you on your own.
And your heart will break to shards,
Where the chains have cut deep scars.
Then you can but scream my name.
As I leave you with the shame.
Piled high upon your back.
Weight is heavy: back will snap.
Then you can take your last breath.
Whisper hoarsely "please come back."
The child curled up, tightening her grip on the checkered blue and white quilt. She shifted; eyes closed so tightly the wrinkles stood out at the corners. She ground her teeth and shivered in what should have been an innocent child-like sleeps. “Mommy!” She cried softly, unwaking from tortured slumber.
The young boy huddled in the corner of his room, whites of his eyes glowing with fear. His teeth chattered and his face was twisted into an awful grimace. His fingernails dug deep into his arms, stopping just short of drawing blood, and he shook back and forth violently. Nonsensical muttering spewed from his mouth.
The girl tos
Build me up into a mountain,
Then crush me into a pile of rubble.
Send me up in a burning pyre,
And scatter my ashes to the wind.
Allow me no last words,
No final calming breath.
I will follow you docilely,
As you lead me to my death.
Hold me till they night ends,
Than backhand me at dawn.
Tie my hands behind my back,
Painfully twist my arm.
Allow me no brief respite,
As you shower me in pain.
And I will just accept it,
Dancing in pain-filled rain.
Leave me without hope,
Inside a lightless room.
Le me scrape against the walls,
Wear my fingernails down.
Slam me to the floor,
Break each one of my ribs.
Close and lock the door,
Throw away
Once Upon A Time by Shade-the-echidna911, literature
Literature
Once Upon A Time
Write me a song,
To listen to when you're gone.
Blow me a kiss,
So I can make a wish.
Show me your dreams,
And I'll never leave,
Hold me tight till the end.
Love me at night,
And do it right,
Love is a lie told to oft.
When you whisper,
Forbidden words,
Make sure they are the truth,
Do you hear?
The wind in the trees,
Every day as it pleases,
Shaking branches back and forth.
A storm be a'brewing,
For pleasurable viewing,
Look out of your window and see.
A human heart beats,
A steady pace needs,
Rest and relaxation galore.
Allow yourself breaks,
Put yourself at stake,
For love demands sacrifice too.
A powerful anger
Dreams like words on a page.
Racing through a mind,
Like gokarts- on a race track.
Black and white on color schemes,
They say you're color blind in dreams.
Yet I swear that I can see,
Every detail clear to me.
Bliss inside imagined worlds,
Running from the real life pains.
Feeling that you can't describe,
Coming through to you at night.
Understanding- crystal clear.
Fragments of ice beneath a screen.
Untangling figments of your mind,
Bringing life back into scene.
In the darkness behind your lids,
You can tell the truth from lies.
Taking apart what was connected,
To where and what it was directed.
Eventually you w
I am running. Blood pounding in my ears, sweat drenching my hair. My heart is pounding a million miles an hour: Thump-thump, thump-thump, scarily fast. I can barely breathe- so tired. I've only been running for ten minutes but it feels like hours. I have a crick the size of the Eiffel tower in my side and it's all I can do to keep running.
Must. Keep. Running.
I know I won't last much longer. My sprint is lagging, my body, aching. I slide to the side, slipping on slimy green undergrowth. My ankle twists under and I can almost feel the bone straining. The pain hits causing me to stumble a few second longer than I could afford. But I must run
And Maybe I'll Fly... by Shade-the-echidna911, literature
Literature
And Maybe I'll Fly...
Emotionally,
I am ready.
For about anything.
I feel like I,
Can reach the sky.
Give the clouds,
A proper goodbye.
You see tomorrow,
I might not be here.
The world makes,
No promises I fear.
You see tomorrow,
Anything could happen.
I could just die...
But then again,
I could learn to fly.
This poem I write foolishly,
For my mind still believes the lies.
That people tell me,
I cannot fly.
I am not invincible.
And some day,
I will die.
And all I can hope for,
Is to die,
Listening to one last lullaby.
And soothed by this sweet melody,
I hope to find life's only remedy.
I want to leave world happily,
People tell me I am stupid,
To believe in love.
Now I begin to doubt myself.
Is love really enough?
That feeling that creates a bond,
You're chained to someone by your heart.
No knives or swords will harm this chain,
A pick ax would not be able to gain.
This chain is quite invincible,
Both a blessing and a curse.
For when this 'true love' falters,
The chain won't reimburse.
Your heart will be left broken,
There will be a terrible hole.
Where the chain's hook had once held,
You heart- it's pain will hold.
Be careful to whom you intrust this bond,
For they control your life.
They need to be there till the end,
Or th
I am,
The beginning of the end,
And the end of the beginning.
The middle of the introduction,
And the intro to the 20-years-later.
I am endless,
In this maze of time.
I am a cycle,
Living in a straight line.
I am unique,
In this world of monochrome.
And I am boring,
In this world of constant change.
I am someone,
Where no one has a name.
I am no one,
Where everyone's the same.
I am the opposite of antonym,
And the antonym of synonym.
I am the nonsensical part of your mind.
I am the logical part of your heart.
I am the thing that doesn't exist.
But yet I am right here.
I am the thing that will never desist,
Hold
Where are you? by Shade-the-echidna911, literature
Literature
Where are you?
Losing myself in the world of my dreams.
Crying and dieing,
Ripping at the seams.
Wishing you were here,
Holding me tight.
Realizing your not,
Howling into the night.
I fell in love,
Ripping through hate.
Fighting the grip,
of the tiny sharp blade.
Forgetting the feel,
of metal on flesh.
Replacing the memory,
With your beautiful kiss.
Where are you now,
when I need you so bad?
Halfway across the world,
Sleeping safely in bed.
Follow me where I will go.
Trust me blindly: never know.
Where we're going,
Why we're there.
What we're doing I won't share.
I will chain your heart to mine.
Take to where people can fly.
I will love you till the end.
When the promises are dead.
But one day you'll be alone.
As I leave you on your own.
And your heart will break to shards,
Where the chains have cut deep scars.
Then you can but scream my name.
As I leave you with the shame.
Piled high upon your back.
Weight is heavy: back will snap.
Then you can take your last breath.
Whisper hoarsely "please come back."
she came to me frantically
quiet at first,
and then stammering
dribbling saying nonsense
and then
pausing again,
only to collect her thoughts
and spit them out. she kept saying
"do you love me?
do you love me.
do you love me?
do you?"
and I held her gaze,
drew a long
meaningful breath
and I said
nothing.
the absence of words
is powerful
in this society that fears
silence.
"that color is ugly."
she would say
when I would dip my
pens and paint brushes
in a glass dish of guacamole.
"food is beautiful."
I stroke the avocado on the walls,
I let it live
I let it breathe
I let it absorb the colors,
I let it eat.
"that color is ugly."
she'll say again,
in her plaid bra
and bronze skin
and I'll hold back a sigh.
I dip the tip of the brush
into the heart of the
liquid emerald.
I spread the avocado tears
across my chest,
an equilateral line of green life.
my heart.
I spread it across her collar bones,
a vertical line of organic structure.
her soul.
"that color is ugly."
she'll say, taking her clothes off.
I'll hold b
Folded in the bathroom
is a note in the shape of a bird.
I’m convinced you’d miss me better
if I up and sailed away;
my body a paper crane.
Hanging from a string
In the bedroom.
Little wings dangling.
Cut me down.
That behind the mask I'm crying
But on the outside I'm trying
To pretend that I'm alright
As I'm battling this fight
I dress in long sleeves and jeans
I hide my scars so they can't be seen
No one would suspect
That inside I'm so wrecked
That I feel so empty
'Cause no one's by my side
'Cause I've been a jerk and lied
Just trying to protect myself and hide
So many nights I've cried myself to sleep
Hurting myself wishing the cuts were more deep
How I'm aching inside and out
That I'm filled with so much doubt
That I've hated myself for all these years
That behind the smile I hold back the tears
That in the end I know I've becom
Have you ever looked at the sky,
And searched for a shooting star,
In the middle of the day?
Have you ever put your head down,
And looked at the ground,
Searching,
For a lucky penny?
Have you ever made a wish,
On a bit of dandelion fluff,
And then watched it float away?
Have you ever closed your eyes,
And thought about,
Happy past times?
Have you ever dreamed of flying,
Only to wake up,
And realize,
You're still firmly on the ground.
Have you ever watched the rain from the window,
Fall to the ground,
And wish you could go outside and dance in it?
Have you ever counted your age,
On your fingers,
And wished you could turn
Hello, and welcome dear stranger to my little corner in a big big internet.
Well I am a human female (or so my parents tell me) who enjoys being the amateur writer and photographer she is. My name is Rachel but people call me Rache, Ray, Mei, and occasionally Rockell (thanks Alex :)). I write short stories/essays and poetry, along with attempted drawings and photography. Some day it is my goal to write an entire book, but so far I tend to give up half way. I'm a fairly open person who loves to talk and read, so hit me up in a note! I'm always willing to listen and occasionally add my own opinion :P
Favourite Movies
All Harry Potters, UltraViolet, Dirty Deeds, Indecent Proposal, Despicable Me, Brave, Hunger Games
Favourite TV Shows
Pretty Little Liars, How I Met Your Mother, Phineas and Ferb, Legend of Korra
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Fray, BotDF, Suzzane Vega
Favourite Books
Enemy, It's Kindof a Funny Story, Speak, all the Harry Potter's, all the Percy Jackson's, All 3 Hunger Games
Whelp, I guess I kinda lied.
I didn't mean to leave deviantart for so long I swear!
And I have so much I need to upload...
I know I keep saying I'll return for good, and I keep planning to!
But than something always gets in the way...
I went to Washington for a week and a half for the NSLC (national student leadership conference) on Medicine and Healthcare. Honestly- it was pretty amazing. So many great people, and honestly some of the most exciting experiences of my life so far. Definitely sealed the deal on wanting to become a doctor when I'm older. On top of that I suppose it'll look pretty good on college applications as well.
On my w
And I suppose I might as well get used to it.
I've returned. I think. Though this may just be the result of a once-in-a-school-year weekend without homework. But I've cleaned up some of my deviations, and I think I may start posting again.That is if any of you still remember me.
Sorry for not being around, it seems I have a lot of catching up to do, and I really do hope to get around to it.
Meanwhile in my real life... 99 percent average for the second semester! Woot! :D I guess sometimes hard work does pay off. Than again, that may just be the fact that I'm single and have nothing else to put energy toward. I haven't been writing as much