TOM3S

left to say

33 Watchers85 Deviations

11.4K

Pageviews

Latest Deviations

See all

Rubbish by TOM3S, literature

Pleasantries by TOM3S, literature

spin by TOM3S, literature

crazy talk by TOM3S, literature

if by TOM3S, literature

yeah by TOM3S, literature

Literature

yeah

i used to be the girl scrabbling for purchase on a rockface smeared with- but no, perhaps i was the embarassing whimper from the back of the room. you know, the girl that everyone turns to look at when they know they shouldn't 'cos her nose is running and she hasn't got a tissue and no one knows what the hell's wrong anyway stop it, don't embarass her or, nah, maybe the lilac stripe in the guest bedroom, the blue tiling in the downstairs bathroom, the pot plant in the hall way; drooping and forlorn, remembered only when its gasping cries for water, my chlorophyll for just a little muddy water become a little too cutting or maybe i was jus

technologically romanced by TOM3S, literature

Literature

technologically romanced

when you're hors ligne blood to follicle misses your wit and your banter; your electronic kisses. can't take this apart and examine components. it is easy, yet complex; so fucking ironic. i call time statuesque as i watch it streak by. break neck speed (super sonic!), rips the tears from each eye. before my neck snaps or bones start to crumble, i'll give it a chance, now i've learned to be humble. my symptoms are chronic, but my heart, it was weak, but by virtual presence it is back on its feet. i taught it the rythym, but you made up a tune. so for you, mother fucker, i would fly to moon. i'd swim across oceans, tranverse al

psychopathetic by TOM3S, literature

Literature

psychopathetic

heavy, sweet, slightly putrid scent. ripe fruit in the air. it may be what we call mango but she doesn't care; it is friends with the tongue. it is soft on her teeth, her whitewash molars. it is chalky sweet. the grass under foot is so green the flowers are so yellow the sky is so blue. who could ever ask for more? she could. more and more and more onto wanton destruction of herself, others, the extinction of several species of exotic bird, the wastage of all our global resources. you see our snakey friend was merely the grain of dust that made the camel need that veterbrae replacement surgery. she was not down with

graffiti by TOM3S, literature

Literature

graffiti

i remember the day i accidentally pushed you out of the second floor bedroom window. it was my twin siblings' bedroom. they had bunks; my brother leaned too far and took a tumble too. everyone laughed at that though. it was only about half a meter and he didn't fall into a thorn bush. i mean, the carpeting was scratchy - like sitting on dried grass. but still, inerasable like felt tip on pristine wallpaper, is your form, leaning away from me and plummeting toward the scary ground. indelible is the fear, the bellowed thought, that i have killed my cousin. i wish i could scrub away the nightmares of mangled limbs and locked doors e

In by TOM3S, literature

Literature

In

Fingers on skin, wrongfully poised. It's a playful drag along lacy tights and a sieved giggle, a little shrinking back. Maybe sticking things where they aren't wanted. Shh, I never told you that. But I digress. On her. Who is she to complain? A pleasant sin; Make sure you flash that grin when he sighs serpentinely into your quivering cochlear. And never forget to shake that money maker. She thinks it's wrongly named. Perhaps trouble bringer or sanity quaker would be a tad more appropriate. You know, despite everything, despite the roaring highs and acerbic lows and the spot in the middle where that feeling grows she

See All

Featured Gallery

See all

Rubbish by TOM3S, literature

Pleasantries by TOM3S, literature

spin by TOM3S, literature

crazy talk by TOM3S, literature

if by TOM3S, literature

yeah by TOM3S, literature

Literature

yeah

technologically romanced by TOM3S, literature

Literature

technologically romanced

psychopathetic by TOM3S, literature

Literature

psychopathetic

graffiti by TOM3S, literature

Literature

graffiti

In by TOM3S, literature

Literature

In

Watchers 33

See all

imaginationnightmare

SavannahGrey

einnobztron

Karmahitme66543

Dunez

galengargirl90

dannix14

DecembersDemon

MollyMews

Ealiaine

vixenflame

h-l-t

Watching 140

See all

Charlie-Bowater

Karmahitme66543

raspil

SeReBe

Dunez

Art-By-Ashley-Martin

IATSATH

EDSupport

xPlacebo

Who-Wants-NUTELLA

The-Writers-Review

xtellxmexliesx

blindinpink

archanN

ChloroformBoy

Collection

Favourites

See all

THATDAY by RenderMeRainbow, literature

Literature

THATDAY

it was all bones that day-- stripped down to nothing but calcium and marrow, we couldn't even drink lemonade without it burning out our intimacy. we are so different, you with your sky-eyes and me with my earth-eyes, you with your seabourne heart and me with only my bones. we share secrets on your seashore-- like how what i hate the most is that i pushed you out of my entire imagination that day, no room for the weary in rot-eaten boats where nobody sings. [i still write you letters--]

skitters as if on snow by einnobztron, literature

now you know better by Hipsterfag, literature

Literature

now you know better

you were never one for shakespeare's iambic pentameter, so you nixed the meter and measure the gods composed and wrote your own sonnet in time with the beat of your heart and the shiver of your tapered spine. instead of crisp and company issued egg shell paper, you dragged the pen you bought yourself back in sixth grade across the smooth canvas of tanned skin, littered with sunset bruises and did not mind the clashing of colours. you always wondered if it were true what the newsstands said, that art flutters to life when misery takes shape but you never really believed such nonsense, until your spine shattered, your inkwell ran dr

A Not-Love Poem by justaphase, literature

Literature

A Not-Love Poem

[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.] This is not a love poem, not-love, a not-love poem. Falling waist deep into February stomping the signatures of lost years in footprints on the pristine present- this, not-night has become electric with memories smashing through the thin ice of teenage alchemy, charged, with the possibility of heartache, frostbite, or even

Deviation Spotlight

Shade by TOM3S, literature

Literature

Shade

i am in love with a silhouette. it changes shape at its whim. yesterday it was a jellyfish. the day before it was a cat. tomorrow it will be a man. i am in love with a silhouette. i'm half in love with the puppeteer. his deft fingers allow the wonderful shapes to appear in all their shadowy glory before me; it's only fair. i am in love with a silhouette. i anticipate the day he will propose to me, with an antique opal that glistens, milky white in light with rainbows. it was his grandmother's joy. i am in love with a silhouette. he is in love with me. forever. so i still scream a little when the lights go out and the

Shade

TOM3S

Group Member 29

Group Admin

TOM3S is not a Group Admin yet

Groups they admin or create will appear here

About TOM3S

See all

United Kingdom
Deviant for 15 years
She / Her

Badges

My Bio

I hate writing these things. I look back on them after a month of being away and dislike everything I've written.

In any case, I'm currently enjoying my last few years of 'freedom' as a philosophy undergrad and seeing where I end up.

Favourite Movies

Synecdoche, New York/Being John Malkovich/Never Let Me Go

Favourite TV Shows

The Big Bang Theory/Misfits/Doctor Who

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Laura Marling/Emmy the Great/Marina and the Diamonds

Favourite Books

The Unbearable Lightness of Being/Persepolis

Favourite Writers

Sylvia Plath

Favourite Games

sims

Tools of the Trade

note book, pen

Other Interests

Fashion

Posts

See all

TOM3S

May 18, 2010

YEY

0 min read

firstly a huge thankoo to Critique-It (https://www.deviantart.com/critique-it) and in particular KneelingGlory (https://www.deviantart.com/kneelingglory) for my supah sexy 3 month sub! but other stuff too. i appear to have some creative juice flowing in my veins again, and i feel like writing. :D secondly, things seem to be going well on the boy front, but i may be counting chickens before they are hatched. thirdly, my exams are nearly over (cruching panic about exams, but at least that's a tad delayed :/) and lots of followers on tumblr! i'm well proud of 69. follow me? http://standstillitsastaticshock.tumblr.com/ but yey, i love life. x

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

TOM3S

May 18, 2010

How are you today, dearie? (feel free to explain your feelings :3)

18 votes

Dreadfully awful

Amazingly wonderful

Mediocrely meh

Transcendent of such meaningless emotions

Melancholic

Hungry

Heartsick

Wuvvy-Duvvy

Thoughtful

Other (extra points for vocabulary)

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

TOM3S

May 7, 2010

:D

0 min read

i'm in love with tumblr. am i the only one? but i'm neglecting my poems due to exams and a lack of inspiration. hopefully this shall be allievated soon. x

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

Profile Comments 663

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

drakmordis

Dec 25, 2011

Prettyunstoppable

Oct 16, 2010

Haha so you asked about a picture of me LONG ago. Yeah no, to get the ceiling effect I actually set up a thing for my camera to hang on using several strings x]. Selftimer later. and whalah a base for editing ;D