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Day 3
Everyday the sun will shine
I will never cry
Mephisto will never lie
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Day 2
Here it comes.
A beast set out for its prey.
A small soul,
Unsure of its readiness for the world,
Cowers.
The beast is a nothing yet.
It is without features,
And passion,
And blood.
It is only when the soul lets out a shriek,
Awakening life,
That the beast trembles.
It is a lovely sight.
This flesh will submit.
This umbra is the master here
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Literature
Day 1
"I am a poet."
She whispers to herself in the mirror.
She's smiling.
She's being positive these days.
She's looking at her
And she's happy.
She is me.
She is a poet.
I am a poet.
I am happily, and confidently
A poet.
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Literature
Weightless Illness
I'm not yet sick,
Sore in my shivers,
Perspiring in night air.
I've still got
Words
In these bones,
Like helium.
I'm not far off, though
From dragging these dead weights
In glass skin and hollow flesh.
All I can do is try to dig
Myself out of this sunken
Naval ship
With trembling limbs
Before I cough up the sea
And break myself
Again.
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Exercise 4
I'm sloppy and angry and sad. I'm fumbling and I can feel it. I wanna be that little boy. Watching Spongebob right now at home on a Sunday night. I don't like being out here for extended periods of time. I want my parents and my couch. I wanna be watching Spongebob with my dog. I wanna be blissfully alone, comfortable. I was an only child for a reason. My outline is late. It's so hard to make myself care though and it eats at me. Maybe that's just realism though. There's no changing it at this point. Hindsight admonishment does no good for the spirit. I like those quick bursts of gratification in which I'm enjoying things. They're spasmodic and give me balance. It makes here a little better. I want someone to bring up that guy. I wanna know who he is. He was the most entertaining thing about the party. I hope she's not about to bring me into this. Okay. Good. Silence doesn't work for me. The most avid thought takes place in the midst of things. Commentary on the action. Silence is dwel
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I'm From The Past
In my mind
I'm from the past.
I'm still a child.
And I've woken up
In a world unknown
And it's hard to breath.
See I was born to be alone.
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Lady Di
I don't live here in this house.
I'm in NYC
Living with the little lamb.
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Literature
Deal With The Devil Part 2
This time when I wake up, I remember my dream. Though it was more of a nightmare.
I was standing in a field, face to face with myself. Though she quickly transformed into her. She grinned and Andy was standing next her, offering a hand for me to take. Quinn appeared on the other side of her. She didn't seem to notice that it wasn't me she was with. I was terrified for her. My eyes darted between the three of them quickly. Her grin fell. She wasn't happy. I wanted her to run to me, to hit me and hurt me but she wouldn't. She swung around and smacked Quinn to the grass. Quinn was breathing heavily and looked so scared. She got down next to her and almost looked reassuring. Quinn fell for it and almost smiled before her hair was grabbed viciously and pulled upwards. I was screaming but nothing was coming out and I felt pinned to the earth right there.
I wake up screaming desperately for Q. She's shaking me frantically. I don't know how long I was screaming or how long I was sleeping. The
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Deal With The Devil
    It's so dark. And quiet. I hate when it's dark, but even more when it's quiet. It's so...constant. The clock on my phone says it 3:52 a.m. But I think it's wrong. Its hard to see though because I'm crying. I hate waking up in the middle of the night. I was dreaming but what about is beyond me. If Maria were here she'd tell me that my tears were getting it out of my head because when there's something bad in your head, tears carry it out. I feel like something's wrong though. I climb off of my bed, the way a little kid does cause the bed's way too high off the ground.
    I can't see that there's anything wrong. Pictures of me and her still hide the blue walls. I'm crouched over my tattered formal dress, just where I left it, among scattered Polaroids. The only visible difference is the windows shut. I open it almost without realizing. And in the same moment, I'm dressed and scaling down to the grass.
   I don't know where I plan to go. None of my "new and improved" friends are up.
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What Do You Want?
I'm so happy
In this world so distinct from my own.
I'm undeniably content
In this land I have created.
Excuse me?
Can I help you?
What is it you so desperately need
As to drag me into your
"Reality"?
I'm unimpressed with your reasoning.
I have more pressing matters
To attend to,
In another life.
Goodbye.
Don't send for me.
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Exercise 2
I don't know where I plan to go. None of my "new and improved" friends are up. The old ones are off limits, aside from Mickey. But her crazy ass is gone. In mid-thought, as I gaze around, I catch something. Just underneath my window, something's caught on a nail. A small, ragged shred of black lace fluttered with every gust of Chicago wind.
    "What. The fuck." I whisper in fear to no one. Or at least I hope it's no one. I'm too scared to be surprised by my own voice or worry about who lurks near. Someone was in my room. Someone climbed up just as I climbed down. Someone made a struggling effort to get in, ripping a garment in the process. Someone tried to cover their tracks and shut the window. I'm finding it hard to breathe because I know exactly what that lace is from.
    This fear, and this anger have been experienced before. Never together though. She's not welcome here anymore. She knows that. She couldn't have been here because she knows that.
    "She knows." I choke out befo
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The Facts
The fact of the matter is
It was never there.
How could I have made this up?
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Exercise 1
    It's so dark. And quiet. I hate when it's dark, but even more when it's quiet. It's so...constant. The clock on my phone says it 3:52 a.m. But I think it's wrong. Its hard to see though because I'm crying. I hate waking up in the middle of the night. I was dreaming but what about is beyond me. If Maria were here she'd tell me that my tears were getting it out of my head because when there's something bad in your head, tears carry it out. I feel like something's wrong though. I climb off of my bed, the way a little kid does cause the bed's way to high off the ground.
    I can't see that there's anything wrong. Pictures of me and her still hide the blue walls. I'm crouched over my tattered formal dress, just where I left it, among scattered Polaroids. The only visible difference is the windows shut. I open it almost without realizing. And in the same moment, I'm dressed and scaling down to the grass.
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Literature
Tell Me
I think, if you don't want me
You should just tell me.
I guess I'm convenient, though.
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Too Bad
Bad things happen all over
All over the world
Bad things happen inside us
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Fantome
She wore a black dress
And in that moment
There was no color softer
Or brighter, or kinder
Than that of her, and her dress
And the scarlet that graced her lips.
Her hair fell down her back
In waves
A curtain of intricate detail
Draped around delicate features
That displayed such innocence
And a simultaneous cunning.
She spoke in murmurs, and songs
And the songs
They were beautiful
Like eyes and stardust.
Her hands were cold
Gentle
Like the touch
Of a phantom in the sunlight
She came to me in a dream
And in a panic that she would vanish
I awoke to her soothing presence.
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whiskey
She
devoured
my heart
in one slow,
satisfying gulp.
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
She
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
& said
"Rose petals
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
I cringed.
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
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How I Met Spoken Word
I was screwed up.
Dead inside, my eyes
were searchin', my body
waitin' to arise.
All so numb
until the Man.
Now the Man was a wild type of cat.
He tipped his porkpie hat,
and with a sly smile
said, "Baby, come with me for a while."
His shadow danced
along the brick walls.
He took me down and through the halls
into a room with a sudden summer vibe.
It was mad hot.
Coffee, tea and a lot
of smoke.
These cats were broke -
no bread.
Don't got no nice clothes,
don't even got a head.
But -
That's chill since the microphone
was the aid,
and we got paid in beauty.
The Man questioned, "Do you like what you see?"
But I was captivated - no chains.
The scribbled letters read off the poet's page
turned into words
persistently booming
consuming my sinful soul.
The poets were on a roll.
Emotional and free,
we snapped to a certain beat.
We were songbirds.
Hell, we painted pictures with words.
It was like being struck by splatter paint.
My mind being the canvas -
pure white.
Or maybe a type of gray
sinc
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Old Open Doors
Give me a dream or give me a sign
that everything is going to be fine.
I need a shoulder, maybe a hand...
or even an ear just to understand.
Someone to tell,
another to hold.
The girl you know well
has problems unsolved.
I've tried reaching out
but grasped open air.
I've tried calling "Help!"
but no one's been there.
Where is this 'compassion'?
And where is this 'support'?
I've been living off rations
from old, open doors.
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I know I haven't written anything in a while but don't worry,

no1 was worrying th0 fgt.

I'm still writing and reading, just like in the shadows and sheit. Currently working on new characters to start and not finish xx Be ready for drabbles.

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I'm gonna level with you. I don't really do much of anything...except write.

Also, I'm a bull.
[credit to dat tigerfancy hoe]
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infinitexxx Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
as you may know, i'm deactivating my account--
please follow me here if you're still interested in keeping up with my poetry/stories! wattpad.com/isntliferosy :tighthug:
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ZahilaraBennett Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2013  Student Writer
Hello! Thanks so much for adding "Sorry" to your favourites :)
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LotusJadeThorn Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you very much for faving some of my work ^-^
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s-tanley Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Not a problem <3
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dibenitez Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2013  Student General Artist
Thanks so much for the fave! :love: I really appreciate it! :glomp: And look forward to a lot more art from me very soon! :iconhurrplz:
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Squeaky-Squishy Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2013
Thanks for the fave :)
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Squeaky-Squishy Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2013
Thanks for the fave :D ^-^
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Unique-Desire Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2013  Student General Artist
Thank you for the fav :D
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ZahilaraBennett Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2013  Student Writer
Hi again, thanks very much for adding "Mirrors on my wall" to your favourites :)
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ceraxas Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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