__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Tony Tran
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was your 5th Birthday. I wasn't able to see the happiness striking across your face, the anticipation running through your veins at the point of opening your presents. The blissful joy of all your friends and family around you as they sang happy birthday, that day was a memory I never had the chance to remember.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you had your first day at school. It was like a new world for you filled with friendship, independence and above all, fun. I'll always regret not being there to pick you up after school and having you run into my arms at a thousand miles per hour, as though you hadn't seen me in years. Those days when you came home and started humming a harmonious song that you learnt, it was a tune I'd never hear.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were eight years old and just learnt to ride your first bike. The breeze going through your hair as yo
The Complete JourneyThe Complete Journey.The Complete Journey13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drifting, drifting.. gone.
Sinking, slowly sinking down.
I wake, I am standing in a forrest, some sorry people are in the branches of the trees above me.
Where am I?
I walk on, come to a gate, a gate of black marble, with blood stained writing.
The writing is old, decayed, and over read.
I can't make it out.
Walking on I find a boat, guided by a lone soul.
I caugh and a coin comes out of my mouth.
The coin has a face, with horns on it, glimmers like blood in the moonlight.
The thought crosses my mind for a minute "Where Am I?", then is blown away like a seed in the wind.
The river man seems to be gesturing to the coin, I hand it to him and get into the boat.
We slowly navigate the river.
Bubbles coming up from the depths, pop, and eminate wild terrible screeches and screams.
I cover my ears and cower in fear.
One of my fellow passengers is dragged into the deep green water and is dragged under by hands.
His screams, muted, by a hand firmly clasped over his mouth.
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal11 years ago in Humor More Like This
The diary of I M Hormonal
So yeah like i kinda fell out of bed this morning (it's a REALLY thin bed) kinda yeah. And like, i wasn't in a good mood (i did fall out of bed) y'see. It kinda all began like.... y'know (getting to the point quickly here), last night where i like... well my girlfriend (well we weren't really going out per say...) is such a whore (not that i'd know of course)...i mean she's my ex now y'know (see previous).
But she sleeps around like (and i found out last night. Tore my heart in two (well not really but it felt like that once the hormones kicked in... except not as painful)) and like, threw it onto the ground (she didn't really do this either but it makes me feel inntelygant) and (i felt really sad) i cried myself to sleep (but i did wake up in the middle of a night for a poopie). She says the rabbit made her feel happier than me (rabbits are sexy i'l give you that), like, i
AirbagAirbag13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes flinched, twitching
Like bats ears.
"Pick up your mother at 7, meet us at the restaurant."
The world seemed an unhappy place,
His placid tears set to fill the Nile in a few short hours,
A half charged cell-phone
On the seat like his blonde haired blue eyed thin framed
Darkness and obsession a prelude to a needle,
Exasperation, struggling respiration
And an elongated, low pitched sigh.
The slick roads washing like soap suds,
Dry as desert
But in the incapable hands of our main character,
They were as slippery as a bathroom floor
When he d r i f t e d
Into a lamppost,
Percussion cracked his skull like a sledge hammer,
Each bones fermata captured perfectly with a bass and snare,
Befitted perfectly with the occasional cymbal crash.
An airbag can only cushion your face for so long,
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was simply the best website around without the slightest shadow of a doubt. No'urdays, community seems to be taking a backseat to the corporate ventures the site seems to be undertaking at an exponentially quick rate. With every passing day, a new move towards turning dA into exactly what it is not: a corporation.
When it was founded in 2000, t
Dua Kumayl Ibn ZiyadDua Kumayl Ibn Ziyad8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My God! My Master! Thou decreed a law for me but instead I obeyed my own low desires And I did not guard myself against the allurements of my enemy He deceived me with vain hopes whereby I was led astray and fate helped him in that respect Thus I transgressed some of its limits set for me by Thee and I disobeyed some of Thy commandments
O Allah! Accept my apology and have pity on my intense sufferings and set me free from my heavy fetters (of evil deeds) My Nourisher! Have mercy on the infirmity of my body, the delicacy of my skin and the brittleness of my bones O' Thou!
O' my God! My Lord! My King! And Master! Which of the matters shall I complain to Thee and for which of them shall I bewail and weep? shall I bewail for the pains and pangs of the punishment and their intensity or for the length of sufferings and their duration?
Trying to SleepDream well.Trying to Sleep9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
John walks into the single spotlight, focused on the microphone that stood alone on the stage, and clears his throat, peircing eyes gliding with a practiced, predatory ease over the audience.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to the world of your dreams. Please remember, what happens here is not real, everything you see or hear, or feel, or taste, naught but illusion, simple fragments of your imagination. There is only one important thing you must consider, as you prepare yourself for tonight's journey. Will your dreams bring you solace, peace, and joy?" His thin lips crack into a twisted smile, as his eyes seem to peirce the souls of everyone in attendance. "...Or will the nightshades come to feast upon your fears?"
With a dark chuckle that frosts the air around his mouth, he raises his right hand. "Shall we begin?" With a slight gesture the world explodes into silent colors and blinding noise...
I lay back, eyes closed, waiting for the Goddess to take
Re: The Future Of DeviantART?Re: The Future Of DeviantART?10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Okay, so there was a few people pointing out in my last article that although I was talking a lot, the words were pretty vacant and meaningless, because they had no action behind them. Put simply, although I was saying it with conviction, I wasn't saying it with a real solution, which is the ultimate aim here.
So, what is the point of this article you ask? Simply to offer solutions to those in higher places, and to ultimately try to affect some change around here, to make deviantART truly better for all of us. Be we members, subscribers, staff, or senior, we're all essentially the same thing: deviants. For those of us not clued in on what deviant actually means, let me display you the definition as drawn from HyperDictionary.com:
1. [n] a person whose behaviour deviates from what is acceptable especially in sexual behaviour
2. [adj] markedly different from an
Sun and MoonThe dawn is breaking slowlySun and Moon9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
shedding light over the sleeping world
New life, new loves, new glories,
Come as the sun stretches radiant fingers out to the world
Young man awakes and sees the sun,
closes his eyes and drifts in dream
Alone, but not lonely, one man shunned
closes his eyes and comes apart at the seams
The moon is shining brightly
painting the world in silver lies
Old life, old loves, old glories,
fade as the sun burns through lunar disguise
Young man stares out his window
wishing she were near
One man sitting at his window,
wastches Luna and sheds a tear
Sun and moon forever dance
as life dances on below
Following the stars in heavenly trance
unable to see, unable to know
The NightThe Night11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
to turn off
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
e si tendono
dita di alberi
in un sospiro
come le mani del mendicante
An Honor?Shepard walked down the stairs leading to the lower deck rubbing at her temples in an attempt to alleviate the pulsing headache that seemed to be a hallmark of so many of her conversations with Ambassador Udina. With her eyes half-closed and not paying particular attention to her surroundings, she collided with another body coming up from the opposite direction.An Honor?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She felt herself stumble and would have fallen quite gracelessly down the stairs if not for a pair of strong hands that shot out and grasped her by the arms, steadying her.
So much for my great sense of balance, she thought wryly. Mother would be disappointed right now seeing all those credits for dance and movement classes going to waste.
"Commander, are you alright?" a voice said, breaking in upon her thoughts.
Shepard became acutely aware of the hands still holding her and of the closeness of a distinctly male body. Involuntarily, warm tingles began spreading out throughout the surface of her skin making her fl
ME: Five MinutesMass EffectME: Five Minutes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The comm clicked on. She barely heard it.
Ten minutes out from Ilos, commander.
The comm clicked off again. This time, she shifted slightly, almost stirring, but the strong arms she had dozed off in last night tightened around her bare waist, holding her close. Her bright blue eyes blinked open only momentarily as she took a second or two to remember where she was. A smile flickered across her face as she closed her eyes again and snuggled tightly against the lieutenantsher lieutenantswarm body. He nuzzled into her shoulder, exhaling deeply in sleep. She just reached back and cradled the back of his head in her palm, gently stroking his almost unruly dark hair. Even then he barely stirred, and she gazed over her naked shoulder at him,
Sequel Fic Chap 3There was no need to call for Ratchet as Optimus careened to a stop in the clearing theyd long since taken to using as their meeting place, causing Sam and Mikaela to cry out in surprise as the abrupt stop almost threw them on top of the moaning form laying prone on the cot in the sleeper compartment of Optimus cab. Ratchet had already been alerted by Bumblebees alarms as Starscream had attacked before his communications were shut off, and Optimus had, upon finding the children and the unconscious human who accompanied them, redirected Ratchet to meet in the usual place. He had arrived only a few minutes before them.Sequel Fic Chap 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even before Optimus had rolled to a complete stop, the door to the sleeper compartment had swung open, and the two confused, terrified humans knew it was their signal to climb out, carrying their unconscious ward with them so that the Autobot leader could transform. It wasnt a shock for them to come face to face with
Mass Effect: CryMass EffectMass Effect: Cry7 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Hed never seen her cry before.
That sudden realization left Kaidan staring at the far wall in a strange hybrid of sympathetic compassion and shock. This was the first time hed actually seen his CO cry. It was like stumbling across some innovative physics law and feeling as if dawn had just brokenenlightenment, he figured. Having never before seen this basic human emotion from her, it had been as if hed forgotten that she did have those emotions. The shock came from realizing that she wasnt just crying: she was sobbing.
But the Shepard kneeling on the cold floor panels and weeping over that unfortunate corporals body wasnt the Shepard he knew.
The Shepard he knew had the courage to look right into the jaws of death and laugh
Mass Effect: TracersTracersMass Effect: Tracers7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This was not going to be good.
Vivid yellow-green light flashed past his face, buzzing in his ears.
You say something, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko closed his eyes, but the tracers remained. Not now. Please, not now.
The timing could not be worse. Not that there was ever a good time for a bitch-slap of a migraine, but if he was on the Normandy he could find a dark hole and ride it out. If you were on the Normandy, you could get a shot from the doc and pretend youre fucking normal.
He was hunkered down beside humanitys only spectre, surrounded by cold steel and the putrid remnants of about half a dozen colonists. They arent colonists any more, Alenko. They are ... they are...things
Still. They had been colonists. And he had killed them.
The stench wafted up to his nose and his stomach heaved, sending more tracers through his cerebellum. The planet tilted sl
When You Give Up On Love.I can't escape this hell.When You Give Up On Love.7 years ago in Open More Like This
I've looked back on all the times
You were there
I have one last dare.
So what if I can
Give up everything for you
Somebody shake me from this dream
Wake me up from this nightmare.
These dragging, burning, purging
Grasping, eating, lying,
Rotting, violating, destroying,
Hands deserve nothing worse than what they get.
I've given myself to something
Far worse than Death itself.
It's worse than Living
It's called Love.
Stay torn in two
Escape the mentality
All is a lie.
When confusion sets in,
People say you should just die.
I don't see myself
Like you see me.
No one will ever change the way
I beat bloody fists
Against heaven's walls
While the angels laugh at me.
The rage it all comes out
When fear shows itself.
The darkest side of myself is the part you see.
So, I ask this: Why do you love me?
Idol of BronzeSometimes it seems that peopleIdol of Bronze3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Worship science as if it were a god
Not as something to look at and say,
"Ah! See the movement of the planets,
The strength of the tyrant king,
The formation of life within the womb!
Surely He Who made this is great indeed!"
Instead of worshipping the Creator
People bow to the creation!
With the tongue that God gave him
Man denies his Father's existence!
The very Being Who wove his heart,
His bone, his soul! They ask for proof
And, like those before, say it is not true
Instead they make their laboratories temples
And put on their white garments to worship
They play their instruments for their god
And perform rituals with their tools,
Hoping it will reward them with knowledge
Yet if any insight is gained the idol of bronze
Is praised and not the true God!
Oh, ignorance! You blind man
So that he no longer sees the truth!
But the Great Physician restores the sight
Of all who seek succor with Him
And He is always waiting, always watching
For His lost
Can I Have This Dance? TxLCan I Have This Dance? TxL6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Trent tapped his pencil on the side of his desk, trying to drown out his teacher blither on about his Valentines Day plans. Dude, I get the point: youve got a girlfriend. Rub it in, why dont ya? He watched the clock tick, counting down the seconds until he could leave his final class for the day. Tick, tick, tick
Finally, the bell rang and Trent gathered up his papers and was the first one out the door, since his desk was the closest to the door. Lately, he had been especially eager to get out of that class. Probably because Gwen was in that class. Its not like being in a class with your ex girlfriend is much fun.
Trent slowed his pace down, making sure not to look at Gwen as she passed him. He saw her walk up to a scrawny techno geek, giving him a peck on the cheek. Cody grinned in return, holding up a hand to signal for her to wait a second. He opened his locker and pulled out a giant stuffed bat. While it wasnt very Valentines Day-lik
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
RC: Zero Line 1CHAPTER ONE: A Clone and a GirlRC: Zero Line 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was just another day of training....I had thought.
I was clutching my rifle in one hand, and a grenade in the other.
What was I thinking? Before me were my comrades, my friends...but they were doing something I didn't want them to do. Should I join them? Should I pull the pin and throw the grenade at them, killing them for their insubordinance? Then someone came up behind me, taking my shoulder. Another person came up on my other side, and in a fan of five, with me at the center.
"We're with you, Stick. Just don't chuck the grenade," one, with orange streaks running along his armor, said to me, lowering the hand with the grenade. Another one nearby grabbed the grenade out of my hand, saying, "You could get yourself killed with that. Best to leave it with me."
"C'mon, Stick, let's go home," another, hefting a sniper rifle, said, guiding me away from the fight. "This ain't our war anymore."
"Don't worry, Zero, we're here for you," a green-arm