__. 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
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,
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?
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 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
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
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
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
Wolf Moon--The Moon--Wolf Moon9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Shining brightly high
Floating on a sea of clouds
A Ghostly Galleon
Fleet and free of foot,
Gaurdian of my Spirit
Heart friend, kindred soul
Twisting through the trees,
Joyous calls to our mother,
she smiles upon us
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
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
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
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
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
Moonlit EyesAs the moonMoonlit Eyes9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
floats through the sky,
I see her light
reflected in your eyes
Next to stars
and fiery sights
in eyes so bright
Can't look away
but why would I want to?
as you gaze into mine
my heart belongs to you
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king
WhyWhy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She stepped numbly through the airlock and slumped against the side of the ship. Her ship, The Normandy. She dropped to the floor, pulling off her helmet her short red-brown hair slipped into her face. Her head dropped between her knees, and the tears started flowing.
"Commander, I...I'm sorry. It should have been me not him" Gunnery chief Williams quickly blurted out as she walked pass the commander. Jane didn't even look up as Ash walked by. She just kept crying.
"Why Kaidan, Why?" she couldn't help herself she kept replaying the scene over and over.
"Yes, Kaidan?" Jane looked back over her shoulder at her Lieutenent. She felt her blood rush immediately to her cheeks as she looked into his deep, brown eyes. She was his commanding officer and fraternization was against protocol, but whenever he looked at her like that she could almost pretend they were just two people. At least until the reality of Saren came crushing back down.
"I... um...I just wanted to talk to
ME: The Ilos EffectA/N: First foray back into Mass Effect fics. Go easy on me. I have an easily wounded ego. Critique is okay, as long as it's worded nicely! 8DME: The Ilos Effect6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Ilos Effect
Whoa, sorry, maam; didnt mean to . . . yknow . . . get you on edge . . .
Andromeda Shepard was not having a good day. She wasnt trying to snap at people; it just . . . happened. Every time someone spoke to her, she nearly ripped their head off. To the young corporal that had just tried to get her attention, she muttered an apology that was as heartfelt and genuine as she could manage at the time before walking off, rubbing her temple. There was a definite migr