She had an aesthetic quality to her face: it was beauty for beauty's sake. It existed solely to be looked at. It had an objective beauty that could not be refuted. A mandate from some realm above mankind that her face must be appreciated by all. A piece of genetics in all of our DNAs passed down generation to generation telling us to love this face. Whereas some people may incorrectly claim that Renoir's "The Luncheon of the Boating Party" is too impressionistic or Wilde's preface to Dorian Grey shows acts of gross indecency, no one stood a chance against this face. It was a face that stopped a person on the street and cause them to stop thin
Apples and Crackers by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
Apples and Crackers
I am loved by my husband. I have been very well taken care of by him.
The place was chosen by my husband. Complaints can not really be made. It truly is a nice place to live, once the grayness is gotten over.
My husband thought me to have some sort of problem with control. My temper cannot be controlled too well. It seems to get out of hand and my hysteria acts up to a point where I cannot breathe. But that is not the point.
The point is that I am watched after by my husband.
Well, matter of factly, I am watched after by Gloria. She is a nice woman. Very large. The perfect size for a woman to take of a person like me.
Gloria
I played soccer. Once.
It was one of those simple games. One team against another. Like everything in life. A competition where one must be the victor.
We all walked onto the field. It was like a magnet. Everyone simply moved towards the center. I was near the center. I was not entirely certain what was going on. I was waiting to be placed onto a team. Waiting for someone to tell me to go over there.
I was not told. Everyone walked away from the center, sure of which way they were meant to go.
I stood in the center, unsure of which team was which and which team was mine. I thought someone would tell me. For everyone else, it seemed like s
I used to believe
In a higher power
That made sense
And when took away
Specifically gave reasoning
As to why
And gave back.
I used to believe
That the world made sense
And that when I suffered
There would be an answer
That I would realize
Somewhere in the distance
I could somewhat see
And that this higher power
Made sense and was nice.
I used to believe.
Now, I am not so sure.
Ode to the Kober-Cogan Hall by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
Ode to the Kober-Cogan Hall
I'm obsessed and appalled
By the Kober-Cogan Hall,
The plastic that lines those empty doors.
A place I used to know
When I was feeling so low
A place I like to forget,
And God knows I regret
That piece of me that lingers
And gently rises.
A place that brought no comfort
Yet yielded some results
Can now forever be untouched.
The place I knew so well,
But now these feelings of hell
This constant failure
I feel a stranger
And know I cannot go
Back to this place
Of terrifying comfort.
Pretending to be the Dog by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
Pretending to be the Dog
Sometimes when I see something
That really hurts me,
I walk away and think
Like a dog, saying,
"If I can no longer see it,
It no longer exists."
The problem is,
I'm not a dog.
What the Cat Dragged In by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
What the Cat Dragged In
A chipmunk almost on the verge of death
Lies on my doorstep as the cat walks in.
I grab a paper towel and wrap him up
And lie him in the dirt as his body struggles
To move.
He still struggles to die, his body shaking
In the only way it can, and all I can do
Is move it for my sake so that I
Do not have to look at the suffering my beloved
Cat brought.
She perches, her cold eyes
Staring into mine, asks
For entrance. Her gold fur
Soft, with small streaks of black,
Glowing in the sun, the
Picture of serenity.
Man, for ages, has been
Terrified of this "beast".
Now, though, she seems harmless,
A quiet cat, pink tones
In her soft ears, perked and
Asking to be let in.
I don't understand how
Anyone could be afraid
Of this gentle cat, just
Sitting there, looking calm
Cool and collected, so
I open for her the door.
Yet when she runs in, I
See what she has left there,
A mouse begging to die,
A small bump pulsing on
His side. Meanwhile, the cat
Perches, licking her paw.
Her f
She had an aesthetic quality to her face: it was beauty for beauty's sake. It existed solely to be looked at. It had an objective beauty that could not be refuted. A mandate from some realm above mankind that her face must be appreciated by all. A piece of genetics in all of our DNAs passed down generation to generation telling us to love this face. Whereas some people may incorrectly claim that Renoir's "The Luncheon of the Boating Party" is too impressionistic or Wilde's preface to Dorian Grey shows acts of gross indecency, no one stood a chance against this face. It was a face that stopped a person on the street and cause them to stop thin
Apples and Crackers by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
Apples and Crackers
I am loved by my husband. I have been very well taken care of by him.
The place was chosen by my husband. Complaints can not really be made. It truly is a nice place to live, once the grayness is gotten over.
My husband thought me to have some sort of problem with control. My temper cannot be controlled too well. It seems to get out of hand and my hysteria acts up to a point where I cannot breathe. But that is not the point.
The point is that I am watched after by my husband.
Well, matter of factly, I am watched after by Gloria. She is a nice woman. Very large. The perfect size for a woman to take of a person like me.
Gloria
I played soccer. Once.
It was one of those simple games. One team against another. Like everything in life. A competition where one must be the victor.
We all walked onto the field. It was like a magnet. Everyone simply moved towards the center. I was near the center. I was not entirely certain what was going on. I was waiting to be placed onto a team. Waiting for someone to tell me to go over there.
I was not told. Everyone walked away from the center, sure of which way they were meant to go.
I stood in the center, unsure of which team was which and which team was mine. I thought someone would tell me. For everyone else, it seemed like s
I used to believe
In a higher power
That made sense
And when took away
Specifically gave reasoning
As to why
And gave back.
I used to believe
That the world made sense
And that when I suffered
There would be an answer
That I would realize
Somewhere in the distance
I could somewhat see
And that this higher power
Made sense and was nice.
I used to believe.
Now, I am not so sure.
Ode to the Kober-Cogan Hall by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
Ode to the Kober-Cogan Hall
I'm obsessed and appalled
By the Kober-Cogan Hall,
The plastic that lines those empty doors.
A place I used to know
When I was feeling so low
A place I like to forget,
And God knows I regret
That piece of me that lingers
And gently rises.
A place that brought no comfort
Yet yielded some results
Can now forever be untouched.
The place I knew so well,
But now these feelings of hell
This constant failure
I feel a stranger
And know I cannot go
Back to this place
Of terrifying comfort.
Pretending to be the Dog by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
Pretending to be the Dog
Sometimes when I see something
That really hurts me,
I walk away and think
Like a dog, saying,
"If I can no longer see it,
It no longer exists."
The problem is,
I'm not a dog.
What the Cat Dragged In by Coasterfreak601, literature
Literature
What the Cat Dragged In
A chipmunk almost on the verge of death
Lies on my doorstep as the cat walks in.
I grab a paper towel and wrap him up
And lie him in the dirt as his body struggles
To move.
He still struggles to die, his body shaking
In the only way it can, and all I can do
Is move it for my sake so that I
Do not have to look at the suffering my beloved
Cat brought.
She perches, her cold eyes
Staring into mine, asks
For entrance. Her gold fur
Soft, with small streaks of black,
Glowing in the sun, the
Picture of serenity.
Man, for ages, has been
Terrified of this "beast".
Now, though, she seems harmless,
A quiet cat, pink tones
In her soft ears, perked and
Asking to be let in.
I don't understand how
Anyone could be afraid
Of this gentle cat, just
Sitting there, looking calm
Cool and collected, so
I open for her the door.
Yet when she runs in, I
See what she has left there,
A mouse begging to die,
A small bump pulsing on
His side. Meanwhile, the cat
Perches, licking her paw.
Her f
Just Because
Just because I seem pure
Doesn't mean I am
I don't hurt a fly
I don't leave peacefully
I don't hurt
I won't destroy the world
I won't bite the hand that feeds
Just because I seem pure
Doesn't mean that I'm not evil in the core
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So.
I put up pics of my cats.
I don't know why, but cats make people go crazy.
I got lots of faves.
This is my way of saying thank you to all.
Doubtful you shall read it, though.
OK, the name is a bit misleading. Not much has happened since my last journal (but seriously, WHO CARES?!) Anyway, I was very happy, I went to my cousin's wedding (a perfect place to take pics, which I DID!!!), then I went into a little spell (which sort of explains the major emo poem I wrote), and then sort of got happy again. So my life has been a roller coaster, but what else is new? Anywho, I was really hyped today, I had a pretty frickin' awesome day, and I wish I would become this renowned awesome person.
Also, a special day is Monday, but I promised myself not to talk about it, because they are in truth horrid days, and I don't want
So I put more stuff up. I learned I had more than I thought. Now I'm EXTREMELY happy! Go look at all of them NOW! Seriously, you have no idea how happy I am about these pictures.
I'm sort of enjoying having these random freak outs on your profile/work/whatever, they're getting entertainingly worse apparently. Aaaaannyyywhoooo, I've had no hours of sleep and I'm quite pissed anyways and I feel rant-y-ish. Ah well. Can't WAIT until you read some of those comments, or even until you get on dA. It's been almost THREE MONTHS. Come on.
member i asked you if you liekd mudkips... so after much searching and brownie eating, i finally found the source of the joke...urbandictionary.com (of course) believe me, this is one joke that every deviantart person should know, don't ask me why but it comes up every now and then... [link] -i'm not saying that i agree with what they did but............ the outcome was kinda hilarious.... love ya jojo and now you're an actual deviantartist-ish idk that's how i got initiated...