''Mum? Mummy?''
Shelbie's pleading cry, echoing through the forest.
But no one could hear her.
She, being only at the age of six, shouldn't have wondered away from her big brother when they were going trick o' treating. But she wasn't to know what dangers lied ahead. Now she would have done anything to be back within the safety of his arms.
Brittle leaves swirled around her, thrashed around by the torrent of the whistling wind. In the day, the forest was peaceful, harmonious. But in the dark, everything changed right infront of her eyes. The branches taked form of hands, not hesitant to grasp. Contorted, deformed faces as the trunks. She
The World Through My Eyes by Pomeranian-Lover, literature
Literature
The World Through My Eyes
The soft pink clouds against the sunset was a painting,
Displayed against the pastelled sky of baby blue,
Over-looking the pockets of graceful landscapes,
And low vegetation forming early dew.
Everything has a purpose,
They all suit their surroundings all around,
And the fact that people think nothing of hurting them,
Makes me feel that i have been knocked to the ground.
Yes, the world is a beauty,
That is the thing we cannot deny,
And the fact that people choose the damage it,
Just really makes me cry.
But i am just one kid,
And we need more of a range,
Of people who are going to be commited,
To finally furfill that change.
A
The Mind Of Toothless-4 cavey by Pomeranian-Lover, literature
Literature
The Mind Of Toothless-4 cavey
I will be in flight,
When the sky is black as night,
Soaring unseen through the air,
Camoflaging out of their sight.
It is me,
Who they cannot abide,
But all they need to do,
Is to look inside.
I am not a destruptive creature,
But an organism filled with harmony,
And if one day they will stop destroying and give us a chance,
Then they will see.
And if that day is today,
When people are not mean,
Then i will deffinetly no longer,
Have to further dream.
Thinking Back To The Age Of 3 by Pomeranian-Lover, literature
Literature
Thinking Back To The Age Of 3
One of the things,
That i would like to be,
Is to go back to my innocent days,
At the age of three.
When everywhere i went,
And everything i could see,
My life was sweet,
And filled with harmony.
Now i am in the house,
At the age of fifty-one,
Wondering where all of the years,
Have suddenly gone.
Though life was a blast,
The years have flown fast,
And who would have known then,
That they would zoom past?
But afterall:
I was just a carefree kid,
At the age of three,
Where my opinion of the world,
Was sweet and filled with harmony.
Now i am sat here,
With forty-eight years gone,
But who ever says,
That life can't begin
''Mum? Mummy?''
Shelbie's pleading cry, echoing through the forest.
But no one could hear her.
She, being only at the age of six, shouldn't have wondered away from her big brother when they were going trick o' treating. But she wasn't to know what dangers lied ahead. Now she would have done anything to be back within the safety of his arms.
Brittle leaves swirled around her, thrashed around by the torrent of the whistling wind. In the day, the forest was peaceful, harmonious. But in the dark, everything changed right infront of her eyes. The branches taked form of hands, not hesitant to grasp. Contorted, deformed faces as the trunks. She
The World Through My Eyes by Pomeranian-Lover, literature
Literature
The World Through My Eyes
The soft pink clouds against the sunset was a painting,
Displayed against the pastelled sky of baby blue,
Over-looking the pockets of graceful landscapes,
And low vegetation forming early dew.
Everything has a purpose,
They all suit their surroundings all around,
And the fact that people think nothing of hurting them,
Makes me feel that i have been knocked to the ground.
Yes, the world is a beauty,
That is the thing we cannot deny,
And the fact that people choose the damage it,
Just really makes me cry.
But i am just one kid,
And we need more of a range,
Of people who are going to be commited,
To finally furfill that change.
A
The Mind Of Toothless-4 cavey by Pomeranian-Lover, literature
Literature
The Mind Of Toothless-4 cavey
I will be in flight,
When the sky is black as night,
Soaring unseen through the air,
Camoflaging out of their sight.
It is me,
Who they cannot abide,
But all they need to do,
Is to look inside.
I am not a destruptive creature,
But an organism filled with harmony,
And if one day they will stop destroying and give us a chance,
Then they will see.
And if that day is today,
When people are not mean,
Then i will deffinetly no longer,
Have to further dream.
Thinking Back To The Age Of 3 by Pomeranian-Lover, literature
Literature
Thinking Back To The Age Of 3
One of the things,
That i would like to be,
Is to go back to my innocent days,
At the age of three.
When everywhere i went,
And everything i could see,
My life was sweet,
And filled with harmony.
Now i am in the house,
At the age of fifty-one,
Wondering where all of the years,
Have suddenly gone.
Though life was a blast,
The years have flown fast,
And who would have known then,
That they would zoom past?
But afterall:
I was just a carefree kid,
At the age of three,
Where my opinion of the world,
Was sweet and filled with harmony.
Now i am sat here,
With forty-eight years gone,
But who ever says,
That life can't begin
She sits here with the ink and quill,
She sits here in the black dress and frill,
The words endlessly draining her but still,
She'll remain to write until.
Alive she'll be no more,
For this illness has no cure,
And silently she'll watch you pour,
This poison she'll drink for sure.
Broken and shattered she'll remain,
She took a path down the wrong lane,
For she knew there was nothing to gain,
Nothing left to explain.
As there was nothing left to tell,
Only time left to dwell,
Upon how far she fell,
Falling so far, this must surely be hell?
And quietly she sits and sighs,
How could this be hell when looking in your eyes?
She w
I used to feel like nobody cared
That I was even born
I used to be scared
That I would wake at dawn
And I would have to live another day
In the torturous place we call life
I always wanted to say
Would you even care if you found my blood on a knife
I used to walk alone
Ignored and neglected
like an old forgotten bone
That was seen to be infected
Some days when the silence was absolute
I could hear my heart telling me to die
And my brain agreeing that it was the best route
Because I felt that nobody would care where I lie
In those years
I wanted it all to end
So i would lose all my fears
And death himself I could befriend
The Disguised Rose by Pomeranian-Lover, literature
Literature
The Disguised Rose
How admiring is the Rose,
Standing peacefully in it's elegant pose.
Hypnotizing people by it's crimson whirl,
Bringing amusement to each and every boy and girl.
How lovely is it's dreamy shade,
Being an attraction throughout the wooded glade.
But this heavenly interest and mesmorize,
Will soon be replaced by an unexpected suprise.
Don't be fooled by it's flowery bloom,
As upon the stem lies a thorny doom.
If there is one thing that you choose to despise,
Try to consider the sneeky Rose in disguise.
I am really sorry for being so in-active. I just log on to check my messages then log straight off, so all of the deviations just keep on piling up. So i am really sorry for not looking at and commenting on artwork as much as i used to and should do, but when i feel motivated to i will deffinetly comment on lots of artwork. I have missed doing that. :)
Anyway, how is everyone doing? I hope that you are all doing okay! Btw, does anyone know any scarey films with a good storyline? But no stupid gorey ones. :o The best films i have watched are 'What Lies Beneath' and 'The Hills Have Eyes'. I love anything to do with ghosts, and What Lies Benea
Can halloween get anymore exciting? Well yes it can! My sister BambamXD and CaveySpirit are doing lots of activities and contests for halloween. You can enter now and there will be prizes!! Spread the halloween spirit around! They have put lots of hard work into the contests and things, and will do in the prizes so it would be good to have many people joining. It's just fun so if you think you know people who would be interested, please tell them. :) Thankyou and here are the activities and more information:
http://cavyspirit.deviantart.com/journal/35711432/
Yes, sorry for deiciding to expand it so early, it is just that i haven't had any urge to draw. :doh: I will start again after i have had my holiday in the 6 week hols and then i have lots of time to draw. I still owe Cavey her drawing and i will get onto that asap. Sorry about this.
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Yes, that's right! At every beginning of each month a will pick my favourite deviation and the owner of the artwork will get a drawing from me of his/her choice! This will only to apply to the people on my friend's list; you should know if i have added you to my DeviantWatch. I will inform you if the winner's reward will be in a little late. I apo