OMG WE CAN?

*looks out window*

HOLY FUCKERS! I CAN!

See no one had mowed my lawn in like two weeks when we were away so it was quite long and so the mower kept dying so once when I looked up before pulling the damn cord to start it again the baloon caught my eye.

Thanks<3

It’s a deep pit, this hole I’m in
Good for drowning, like the beloved night
I’ve had a blast in my away
Where nothing but dirt looks upon my shameful soul
Such a scary world out there
So much safer in this shelter I dug
Going down, I whispered to fellow ghosts
Destroyed like the crumbled stone
My own hands helped to carve
A cave-in, a rockslide of dreams that never were
Remind me I’m a liar, fantasizing a self from my dirty shade
Wishing now I could have one last chance to at least
Stand in the shadow of the stone friends
As the sky is orange and red and my own hands turn grey
Impatience blasted the statues, my heart breathed life
Into those quiet beings who sought refuge from the pick
That would chisel their beings, change their essence
Looking down I see wreckage at my feet
That stands as the ultimate mark of my sins
More so than this shame within me
There is no going back, no putting things right
In my pit I sleep these painful days away
There’s a spot somewhere on my mind
Saying this is not how things should go
Not the bright adventures I told tales of
Knowing this darkness isn’t life
This huddled bundle of defeat and failure
Isn’t the one I draw in my mind as imagine what could be
Who I hear screaming to set myself free
Begging to let her in, get myself out
She doesn’t know why I used her heart to dig this hole
Couldn’t I take her hand and skip to the horizon
Where we almost were until I dug to avoid the rain
Shifted through the soil, had to find the root
Of an issue I should have let die
Before my hands tore the stem
Seeping the life blood of the bond that made me
Unto my own hands, tainting my everything
Entwined in the vines knotting and choking
Tears falling as a sign death wasn’t my intention
Digging through the strata, won’t be looking myself in the eyes
Any sooner than I stare truth down and walk around
Trust blew into the wind and I don’t even want to know
Where the pieces ended up, where I will never go
The world isn’t as simple as when I rebuilt my heart
Now I must go on bleeding clearly, thinking clearly
From my hole I thought to control those who drew my blood
Sadly now my powers could not ease the strife
Guilt as my shovel digging and digging
Crying for the gathering of stone friends
The shore they together again would not see
I’d love to tell her I swam through the ice
Can’t though, you know, don’t want to see those icy eyes
Would love to try to piece together the stone fragments
But these cuts run deeper than gravity can hold and
Gravity draws me deeper to the stone core
With my hands digging, my words harsh
Never felt bad for my transgressions, fight for the fun of it
Rocks tumble down upon me, become part of me
I’d cry but I’d drown and I can’t swim up, not to open arms
Stabbing meaninglessly, it does not matter
My own hands weapons for who knows what I am capable of
Corruption is a game and I’m the master
Lying until no one knows the truth
No one will accept I’m the killer
Who brought this hell upon us
I hit stone, nails bleed form scratching
Can’t get out with words, can’t go back on my actions
Stuck in my hole, stuck where my lungs fill with dirt
Eyes cloud, hope evaporates and I just want out
I could break free without the guilt but
This whole mess is my sin and I cannot bear to see
The ending my actions wrote into this play
Search in blame, seek in words
See within me, see there is nothing there
The room is still dark, he turned the light off
In shadow as his hands set us on this path
Poor sleeping child who dreamed of the sun and stars
Whose stories define the world she could not bear
To be like all else I’d push her into the corner
In shadow she cried and wished I’d hold her
We’re on this path for good or bad
It’s not in my hands, I am not the sinner
It’s a nice excuse though, victim is the easy role
Sidekick has no fame, but I’ll do it, for her
Take the stones that hold her in the corner
Turn the light on reveal her tales aren’t far from what I am
Once trying was surviving, I always tried
I’d rather strike her, she bruises easy
I learned from the ones who should have prevented that
I am the villain, flinging rocks at myself but
She tells me we can use that same strength to climb out
Should I though knowing my words were the acid that dissolved bonds
It was only me who could save us from the start
Blaming the uncaring friend for turning me cruel
Sorrow for having nothing, it can’t be so
I cannot be that, I tell her we’re leaving now
Not for the liar but for the dreamer
Pain on the horizon with the decaying friends
My hole is no longer safe
These walls are coming in with madness
Building up within my weary heart
Where to go when I cannot forgive
Neither horizon nor shore bring comfort
All I want is the foundation where it was
Wandering weaponless across an expanse
She says we can take the pale, frozen world
We know their secret, it was whispered as
The ice melted and the sun guided me free
I’m staying I guess with her now for awhile
Going to prove my words are more than insanity
Without the friend it seems, my tears will not take her form
Away is not so far, just a step out from under these rocks
I’ll let her use her power if she promises only to heal

Thats amazing Amy. You're so talented.

No, I'm a square and write the same thing over and over again.

Thanks though

I wrote you a story, but plots are extra

Tagged in this story: Andy and Kellie! Whack me if you get insulted...

Somewhere atop a gently sloping outcropping a sheep baaed. Its head rose as its voice called across the landscape, stopping only when its neck craned upward to stare the exhausting sun in the eyes. Beneath the proud sheep, a perfect blue sky and the occasional pale rock formation, three girls wandered, the words on their map long ago faded by repeated folding and sun exposure. Their feet made little marks in the sandy soil as they trudged in a line through the swirling winds.
“No one get mad, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t Finland…” The middle girl spoke gazing through the wavy air at absolutely nothing, but the dust and miles that surrounded them. Her t-shirt insisted “Finns Do It Better” and her red hair blew in the breeze like a flag guiding a lost traveler back to safety.
“Sure it is! Feel how hot-” The final girl who trailed a few steps behind said. Her eyes were fireflies, glowing brightly at any sort of stimulation. These eyes were not on the path ahead though, but tracking a speck soaring above the horizon. “Bird!”
The leader stopped. The girl behind her noticed and avoided a collision, but the bird watcher had no such luck. She slammed into the friend ahead of her who hit the leader. Like a row of dominoes they teetered, but ultimately stood their ground.
“Amy!” Thin-silted eyes glared at the last girl who stuck her thump up and grinned. The others giggled and any tension melted like any rubber in their stressed footwear was tempted to do.
“Yip!” Amy shrugged and starting running around her friends, wearing redundant circles into the sand. “Even getting lost is fun!”
“We are not lost. We know we are not in Finland. That’s a start. Does the map say anything new, Andy?”
The leader and barer of the map smirked. “Thanks for reminding me, Kellie. It left us a message about sixty-nine seconds ago. YOUR FACE!”
“You said sixty-nine. Make sure you say Tarja soon so I can get really excited!” Amy stopped running and grinned into the distance.
“Tarja is Finnish. Maybe this is Finland…” Kellie reasoned. Andy swatted her with the map.
“Amy mentioned Tarja while we were still eating that crumbly apple pie and everyone knows all apple pie comes from the Netherlands...Oh my Sharon, the Netherlands are super!”
“Sharon says super a lot!” Amy squealed.
“Sharon!” Kellie joined in the happy dance and shrill screeches. The potential bird Amy had been following stopped in the air and darted the opposite direction.
“Sharon! Sharon! Sharon!” The girl’s chant echoed off the rocks, off each other until their words slurred and not only their hearing but vision went fuzzy. Mid leap, Amy collapsed into the ground that had been softened by the Dance of Sharon Love. Kellie and Andy flopped next to her.
“That was fun!” Kellie crossed her legged and stretched.
“Definitely, we should do it again sometimes…when we are not stranded in the middle of a wasteland!” Andy flattened the map on the ground. Her finger traced a dotted line, but fell off the map. The path they had left on this morning led exactly where they were now- nowhere.
“Oh burnt toast! I forgot my off-topic sign” Amy held out her arm. “You can imagine it, I’m sure.”
Kellie shot to her feet. “Our powers of Within Temptation Love have to be good for something other than running around in circles filled with uncontrollable amounts of glee.
“Well…with the power our passion generates, we could power the whole city of Helsinki, which, by the way, is in Finland.” Amy watched the sky. The deep blue needed to turn white with light blue clouds streaking past in a cross pattern.
“I think you are on to something, Kellie. We are like toast…cooking and gathering heat. All we got to do is find that one thing that makes the lever pop and BAM!!!” Andy flung her arms into the air and the map went flying.
Amy tapped her foot. “I should have stayed in bed today. I trained you so well you don’t even need me…hell, I’d still be in Holland if I stayed in bed today…”
“Don’t forget we are on a mission.” Kellie dusted herself off. “That was a nice break, but let’s keep moving…We have to stay safe. You don’t know what might be lurking around here.”
Andy retrieved the map that had landed a few feet away. “It might be useless, but I’m keeping this since it led me to the best slice of Dutch Apple Pie I ever tasted.” She stuffed it in her pocket and marched after Kellie.
“A nightingale in a golden cage…That's me locked inside reality's maze.” Kellie sang. The bird on the horizon approached again, closer now- close enough to almost cast a shadow.
“That’s no nightingale.” Amy said. “It’s not a kiwi either, but I’m suspicious…”
“We are obviously being stalked.” Andy didn’t give the bird another glance. A snail ran ahead of her and she had to grab her foot mid-step to avoid crushing it with her heel.
“Hah, sort of ironic…usually it is Kellie and I doing the stalking.” Amy threw her hands behind her head. Such was the joy of vindication. “Kellie?”
Kellie didn’t respond. The bird hovered above her and she stood still as if its presence paralyzed her. Dark clouds brewed in the sky spewing a greenish-purple sludge from its bursting bubbles. The wind stood still, the sun stopped pulsing and the snail Andy almost turned to mush retreated into its shell.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This is what you get for singing Nightwish songs…Nothing attacked us when we sang Within Temptation.” Andy grabbed Kellie’s arm. “Get away!”
“So it wasn’t Mr. Kiwi after all…” Amy hung her head. With the toe of her yellow shoe, she drew a circle with a triangle sticking out in the sand. The kiwi was just about to get an eye when the evil bird flapped its wings and the three girls went flying in a swirl of freezing air and withering flowers.
Andy rubbed her head. A brown, crinkly flower exploded above them and razor sharp pedals zoomed toward the face down girls. Any place the pedals struck froze instantly and the ground rumbled like a giant laughing as a feather that fell from a bird gliding high above tickled him on its way to the leafy forest floor. Andy just barely rolled over before the spot she has previously been staring at become an ice field.
Kellie set her hand on a square of ice. That spot was vital to regaining some balance, to returning to her feet while the bird sliced through the air, staking out a circle around them. “What? Who? Why am I here?” She dropped her head into her palms. Her mind was a clean white sheet of paper and each thought that tried to write any recognizable pattern of words quickly learned its pen was out of ink. The page stayed blank and Kellie stayed put. The blank wings resumed their offense position, open wide with a wingspan to rival the whole of the dome above. Only tiny slivers of sky were still visible beyond its wings. Kellie watched them pump forward, swoosh back.
“Kellie!” Amy puffed on the frozen ring that encircled them. She was full of hot air, but the ice wasn’t budging. Particles of air froze into diamonds around her. To her right they stacked atop each other into a shield. Amy whipped around, but the particles had that space around their command too. If she even poked a finger beyond their invisible fence, the crystals would slice down like a knife through a tomato.
“Oh I get it! You are sorrow and you are trying to freeze our minds.” Andy got to her feet. She had a few extra inches to maneuver in before she would hit the frozen shell that covered the once happy sands. Amy ceased the carrying out of her escape plans. Her many failed schemes left her mostly caved inside a box of intricate ice designs. Tiny pearls that reflected only the sickening black of the bird’s wings crept toward her.
“Hah, I get it. I sure am caught in a cage. Now if only I had Tarja…” Amy’s eyes shifted backed and forth without a single muscle in her neck moving. No Tarja was in sight, but the bars still pushed closer even without movement to instigate their rage.
Andy waved her hand in front of Kellie’s eyes. “There’s a Finn over there! Two Finns…!”
“Weren’t you the one talking about Super Sharon Powers? Use them now, please!” Amy winced. The ice bars shot a ball of frost at Amy’s nose. “Owwww! My toaster army knows where you live!”
The white sheet of paper fluttered in the wind. The sun hit it as it danced and the arch of light grew and shrank, grew and shrank as the stream of sun bombarded it with energy. Kellie watched it from her wooden lawn chair. She made no effort to chase the light on its undulating path, no idea popped within her mind to take a blue marker to the paper and make the undecided thing into a proper Finnish flag. Beneath the chair, ice snuck closer, one row of opaque shards at a time. The wind could not even blow here. The air was too cold for motion and even the paper knew fear as the deep fever continued its rampage. Tiny words popped on the page. Wet ink sparkled in the sun that blazed above even the ice. The breeze slightly smeared the word “Caged.”
“That’s right I was going to capture some Finns!” Kellie jumped from her seat. Her feet hit the ice when she land. It shattered and she fell through. The scene she landed in was stalled waiting for some action. “But first I have to stop that…thing?” Kellie materialized a cage out of nowhere and threw it at the bird. In the cage’s ark of flight, it captured the ice that held Amy hostage and the dying pedals that Andy dodged. Upon contact with the demon bird, the cage burst into light.
“Cage!” Amy squealed.
The cage clattered to the ground. The sky was blue again and the girls sat around it. No one even tried to move.
“Wow…that was interesting…” Andy ran her hand through her hair and smoothed her wrinkled pants.
“That’s the power of Caged. We got sorrow in a cage.” Kellie pointed at the caged bird and laughed.
“Ironic…Oh my Sharon! It disappeared.” Before Amy could finish the space the cage had sat was empty as the rest of the land.
“Just take us back to that pie shop…we obviously took a wrong turn…” Kellie threw another cage. It circled above them before whizzing down and trapping them within its bars.
“The Within Temptation Fangirls are here again. What should I tell them?” A voice said as the girls came to. The world shock and vision was tripled, but the ground was wooden and walls surrounded them.
“Just say you still have pie. It’s been a long day…”
“But at least we are still in same country as Sharon…”
“SHARON!!!”
And the girls moved only to eat the pies, which restored their strength. Kellie made use of her new found Cage Power to steal sixty-pies for future adventures.

Oh My Sharon that story is going on my wall! I love it Amy Finns! Escapist! Caged! Holland! WT! SHARON! TARJA! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


I love it I'm so honoured to be in a story. It's amazing

Aw. Happy ending. <33333 That was amazing.

Going on my wall too <33333333333333

I have Cage Power to get us pies

I love it so much.

YAY THANK YOU!!!

I'LL WRITE MORE ADVENTURES

Adventures of the WT Fangirls yay I can't wait.

LOL, that was a funny story! (YES, I actually read it all).
You're a very good and creative writer Amy! Kudos and Props to you!
Next time though, I'm going with Spark-Notes ...just messing!

That was better than Comedy Central, Amy. Mad loved it. :glomapge:

...Anyone know how to upload stories and other forms of lit. onto deviant art by any chance?

^Type it in a word document and then copy+paste it when you upload it on dA. That's what I used to do, at least

Which file extension? *cringe* I feel thick.

No, when you're on the submit page, click on "Add Text", and type or c+p your story/poem/lyrics in there. When you press "OK", it'll show up in the white box as a literature deviation. Then just continue normally. Am I making any sense? I understand if I'm not..it's 3:30 am.

Oooooooh! The little bulb just went off.

Yay! I'm glad I could help.

Poem I wrote for my girlfriend.. <3
What does everyone think?

Hey honey,
It's another night without you
And I miss you so much.
I miss the way you warmed me
I miss your gentle touch

Hey sweetheart,
I know you'll always be mine
But being here without you...
I'm having a hard time

I wish that I could fly to you
And hold you every night
And if I had to, come back here
Before the mornings light

Then I'd know you were okay
And your dreams were sweet as you
Then I'd know you slept with peace
The way we always used to.

Hey my love,
I know you're sad
And I know you miss me a lot
But know you're always in my heart
And in my every thought

Hey sweet darling,
I promise you, with every piece of me
We'll be just fine, we will survive this
And soon we'll be happy.

Thats so beautiful Rynne especially this bit

Quote:

Then I'd know you were okay And your dreams were sweet as you Then I'd know you slept with peace The way we always used to.

Welcome back to the forum

_________________

Thank you Andy

-On Cold Wings She's Coming- Miss.K.Bent