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MTBBFIF- The Base of the Cybermen "Now according to my instincts, we're right about where we need to be. Have everything you need?" The Doctor mentions.
"Why haven't we landed, then? We're still in the air!" I complain. I found some more tropical attire, with a floppy straw sun hat and my dirty-blond hair braided to one side, a grey jacket like my one at home, a red plaid button-up shirt, blue jeans, and purple converse. (I was never really one to care if anything matched or not.)
"Oi! Haven't you ever heard of jumping? Come on then, we have to jump out!" He motioned for me to come join him and placed his hand on the door handle of the TARDIS. Who does he think he is? Making me jump out of things? Well my obvious first though was no, but then he grabbed me by the shoulder and guided me to the door. "I promise you, this works almost all the time. Come along Po-" Before he could finish his sentence, he had jumped and began his descent to the ground. Stumbling, I dangle one of my converse
BracesAs my tongue flicks across my teeth,
All I feel is metal wires,
And the brackets that lie beneath.
The top and bottom are different hues,
And I try not flinch,
As they always make me do.
The pain of them never seem to end,
Eating food is so hard,
I just want to hug a friend.
Everything I do loses its joy,
As I try not to talk because it hurts my mouth,
And I result to making no noise.
All I can hope for is the result when its through,
Straight teeth and a pretty smile,
But then I have to wear a retainer, too.
Father's Day Poem
You make us great food,
You help keep the house clean
Even when there's lots to do,
You're never mean.
You make us all laugh,
And you take us to games,
You help us with math,
And keep our family sane.
You like to go fishing,
And Meiko does too,
We all like to go fishing,
Especially with you!
The Raggedy ManA flare of excitement rushed through his bones,
Her hand he took, and off they would go,
To another universe or planet to see,
Or back to Earth is where they would be.
He'd grab her hand a whisper 'run',
She'll wish he'd never leave when the day is done,
She'll think the running will never end,
But I must tell you she's wrong, my friend.
Around every twist and turn awaits a dangerous task,
No matter where you go, a breath could be your last,
The Doctor's list of enemies seem to grow each second,
And being a companion pushes them to their limits.
And sometimes he loses them,
Oh yes the best leave him quite grim,
Or sometime they walk out,
Or sometimes they come back without a doubt.
If you see bowtie-tweed-jacket-wearing-man,
Step into his box and he'll lead you by the hand,
To worlds of possibilities where things are totally awesome,
But manage your time wisely and travel with caution.
Don't be blink or be exterminated,
Count the shadows or you'll be terminated,
Even the normal are not
The Rings of AkhatenShe wanted somewhere awesome to go to,
To the Rings of Akhaten we flew,
I had been there once wish Susan,
But it has been a while since then.
A parasite god too arrogant to see,
The beauty of his people willingly,
A small Queen of years named Merry Gallel,
She has quite the voice and will go far, I can tell.
I forfitted my memories for the sake of their kind,
I told him a story to feed his appetite.
I've lived 1000 years a man such as me,
Has seen such amazing things you'll never see.
I've lost and loved things you'll never understand,
I've watched planets freeze and burn until I was the last mad man.
I've walked on planets where the laws if physics were devised,
Don't you see old fellow, I've faced hardships multiple times.
I walked away from the last great Time War,
I marked the passing of the Timelords,
I saw the beginning of the universe and watched as it ceased,
Nothing was left, nothing left but me.
I know secrets that must never be told,
I have knowledge too valuable to hold!
The Fault In Our Stars Epilogue Death is inevitable and unavoidable, and it will always be a fixed point in time. Death will keep knocking at your door, no matter how many times you slam the door in its face. It hasn’t stopped coming for me. It’s been about 6 months since the death of Gus, and my conditions haven’t improved. In fact, the reason I have chose to persistently update you on my happenings, is this is the day the doctor’s have predicted my death. But do not weep, or shed a tear, because it is not in vain or in pleasure that I die, but in joy. I spent 16 long years on this planet, and hopefully I will be remembered for longer than my lifetime. He told me that he believed in an afterlife, and whether or not he is there waiting for me, I do not know, but I will greet what is waiting for me with open arms.
This disease called cancer has forced me to be hospitalized almost 24/7. Phalanxifor no longer served its purpose for my lungs, and began to severely damage my lungs… slo
MTBBFIF- Unfinished BusinessI slowly step out of the telephone box and into the coldest weather I've ever encountered. My spring dress is definitely not the correct attire for this situation. I shiver frantically and unlink arms with the Doctor. I try to reopen the doors of the T.A.R.D.I.S but they appear to be locked. He snaps, and the door automatically unlocks itself.
"There's scarves and hats somewhere in there, grab what you can find. I'll be waiting out here!" He yells. I enter again, scanning the area for something to wear. I see a knitted scarf as well as a purple jacket. I move my blonde hair out of the way and wrap the scarf around my neck. As I look at the scarf, I notice a name on the tag; Rose Tyler. I slip on the jacket and put on black and white fedora I found hanging on the wall. I guess this'll have to do. I exit the time machine once more to realize the Doctor isn't there. Where could he be? He said he'd be right here. I try to figure out which district I could be in, but there are
May the Blue Box Fly Ever In Your FavorThe bell rings as school is let out roughly 3 hours earlier than usual. The nonexistence of talking and laughter sends a chill up my spine; no one would be today, anyway. Today is the day of the Reaping. Each year, a district must put forward one male and female to honor their district in the Hunger Games. The names are selected out of two separate glass bowls, one for each gender. Any child 12-18 has their name entered at least once into the bowl. Starting at age 12, your name is entered only one time, unless you have applied for tesserae. A tesserae supplies a meager year’s supply of grain and oil and enters your name into the Reaping an extra time. Being an only child makes it easier for our family; we know my name is only entered twice, and I’ve never applied for any tesserae. In the Hunger Games, all the tributes train and practice to be thrown into an arena where they will fight until one lone champion remains. This is a punishment for the revolt in the districts that
You've always been my DoctorYou've always been my Doctor,
Leading me the way,
And I've always been your Amy,
Helping you save the day.
Although it might be soon,
Eventually I will fade,
And you'll be the lonely Doctor,
Lost in a world of grey.
And when you think you're lonely,
Remember the Amelia Pond,
And all the lovely times you had,
Not how she happens to be gone.
You might shed a couple tears,
But alas I'm still alive,
Living off in early New York,
With Rory by my side.
You'll find a new companion,
She'll be a better fit than me,
It probably won't take you that long,
To figure out you're happier than you could be.
And to my dear old Doctor,
It's my pleasure to say,
Out of all of time and space,
I wouldn't trade a single day.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Back to HogwartsThe wind through the castle has quietly swept,
The waters have been still and secret well-kept,
The Hogwarts students would be back at Hogwarts once more,
Only this year it'd be better than before.
The students were excited for the new knowledge they'd be taught,
The teachers were ecstatic and they chatted quite a lot.
The Great Hall would be again filled with laughter and cheers,
And the students would be back for another year.
The gloom of the anti-climatic years are in the past,
So grab your robes, your wand, it'll go by fast!
Just know your time at Hogwarts isn't always permanent,
But all the time at Hogwarts will certainly be worth it.
Back to the Quidditch fields and potions,
Back to the Yule Ball and mixed emotions,
Back to Muggle Studies and Transfiguration,
Back to where the students smile with admiration.
Timid first years, prefects, and professors
Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, Slytherins, Gryffindors!
Hagrid, The Whomping Willow, The Forbidden Forest,
Did I mention the Hogwarts C
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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