__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry9 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
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen9 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
elephantasmaelephantasma9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
Alone in the Rain - SilverLighAlone in the Rain - SilverLigh9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing out here alone in the rain
Trying to wash away all of my pain
Drowning the sorrows from past years
Hiding from my nightmares and fears
The rain just gets harder and faster
I miss the good times and the laughter
I hide from it out here in the wet and cold
And I suffer from the things I've been told
The rain follows where tears once went
The rain like the pain shows no repent
I suffer for everything I am deep inside
And I remember the tears I once cried
I look around and see puddles of rain
Getting deeper and deeper like the pain
The puddles that used to be puddles of tears
The feelings and thoughts from all my fears
I can't explain to you the way I feel
And maybe by standing here I'll heal
I'll somehow wash away some of the pain
And I'll just stand here alone in the rain.
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?9 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
a bird in the skya bird in the sky9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my heart is a bird in the sky
flying on the winds of love
soaring in the warm sunshine
of true beautiful bliss
AloneAlone9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if i were to die
and leave the world
to carry on would be foolish
in a loveless lonely way
has life lost its colour to me?
off my head on my thoughts
i stop to think am i selfish?
Silently a part of me agrees
i wish depression, the firey ghost
would deposses my body
and be exocised from my soul
so i can stop the slow eating
and dissolving of myself
sick of feeling this way
i want to stop, get off the ride
escape from this nightmare
that has become my life
and make something beautiful
just to see if i can....
...if i still can
inspirational incongruityinspirational incongruity10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
awaken me from this nightmare
a chance to relive my mistakes
in painful reality i surrender
out of anger flies tranquility
screaming lights make eyes cry
distorted sounds make ears bleed
warped senses make bodies collapse
a head trip to watch out for
incongruity shapes the world
nothing fits, everything unique
timeless counts of configuration
lifeless times of misunderstanding
manipulation of world knowledges
i hate the imperfection
seemingly scheming doubts
gnawing away at spinal thoughts
jargon jarring the minds
of trained analytics, placed
to throw the pragmatical sense
this cryptic rhymless rythem
depression runs free
optimism asks a question
if to remain morbid
to be called depressing
or to smile and suffer
to be overlooked, with disinterest
life runs a crooked course
with no map to guide
till the end is reached
no one can know where they go
One Rainy Night"I have no idea what I'm doing down here. But I'm willing to learn."One Rainy Night2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"You have to fold your hands, like this."
I could see the compassion in her eyes. She wanted me to feel what she felt, to know what she knew. But she couldn't make me believe. It was something that she had to show me.
It was a love. A love to feel every moment of her existence. That no matter what other feelings she would feel, day in and day out, every day at work, or every day at home, that someone would love her unconditionally, and this was what it felt like.
Sometimes, she thought, maybe it was all in her head. But it wasn't, and she knew it. It was real. And if someone were to come along and question it, it broke her heart. For she knew what she knew, and felt what she felt. Who was to tell her differently?
But that night of sitting out in the driveway, conversing about beings on worlds that w
The Human ConditionThe Human ConditionThe Human Condition2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
What are we, if we are not learning or adjusting? Simply, we are content. Complacent so that our views have morphed around an individual movement, subjugating experience and pre-conceived knowledge into a vacuum sealed packed with motions of faith and determination.
It is in our minds that we conceive longing. If, for some reason, a gentleman or lady were to ask you, "Where do you see yourself in the future?" Then a fraction of hesitance would perhaps inflict your situation. Maybe you'd be here, or there? Or perhaps you would possess this or that. But our visions of the future are based off the past, and if the past is where they are based, perhaps this is where they belong.
We cognate new viewpoints and new ideologies about life and reckoning. But what is it that makes us spawn fruition? How do we ever know that we've accomplished what we've set out to. Is
ElixerA sensation like any otherElixer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One that makes me immortal
Bearing the innocence of darkness
But freeing me of self doubt
The soft humming of heart beats
My head pounding like beautiful concussions
Why can't life feel like this
Where do I go when I'm without
Take your grasp on me, so I can grasp myself
Feed my inspiration
The likes of which condone my emotions
Sparks burn like embers, the silent remains of thought
It all seems so easy
Like it could happen in an instant
Lie to me like you would a bed
And put your worries on hold
SpiralSpiral3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sometimes we only live for the here and now. Sometimes we're lonely. Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded, or fly away again.
My insanity is my sanctuary. Only I possess it's key, and only I can unleash the inner machinations of my deepest conundrum.
I will fly away again. Oh, I will fly away again.
The sanctity of my conscious thought should forever be hidden. But what if... what if it were unleashed. What if others could dream in the way I do, or see and behold the splendid utopia of inner silence that my life force embellishes?
Why are we feeling something's familiar around us. Are we just dreaming. Always we search for the answers but nothing is found. We'll fly away again.
I can feel them.. the energies. They are dancing around me, like euphoric seductions of a peaceful ploy. I feel bribed by their promises of spiritual elongation. &
IridescentWhen you were standing in the wake of devastation. When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown. And with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now, you were there and possibly alone.Iridescent3 years ago in Settings More Like This
And I was standing there, overlooking the cliff of some great valley. The canopy of the forest below was ignite with celestial fire, and the blue and green hues of flame rose as heat to my face. The warmth was otherworldly, but I knew then... this was where it would all be unmade. My IPod played on, almost in unison to the percussion and crescendos of the environment around me.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope but failure's all you've known. Remember all the sadness and frustration. And let it go... Let it go...
The skies were ablaze with unforeseen radiance. The amalgamation of sharp oranges bit into the shapeless void, lighting up the atmosphere in violent,
A New StartCan I ever free myself?A New Start9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can I ever leave this place of hate?
Can I ever go away?
Can I leave before it is too late?
I sit here as a centerpiece.
All eye and expectations on me.
They just don't see they ask to much.
I don;t even have my dignity.
Trying to hard to make evryone happy.
I've come to my senses and given up on that.
Because all they evr want is more,
And I've realized that I can't.
Their backs are turned.
Their attention pulled in another direction.
This is my one chance to escape,
And to begin my own resurrection.
Leaving my prison,
What once was called my home.
I'm turning away from the pain.
Starting a life of my very own.
The Unrelenting MemoriesThe ones that come in the darkness.The Unrelenting Memories9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones that haunt you in your dreams.
The ones that you can't get rid of.
The ones that cause all of your screams.
You want to clear them of your mind.
But they shall never go.
They kill the good thoughts you have.
And suffocate the feelings you've always known.
Once they get inside,
There's no bidding them to leave.
They are a deadly disease.
Not allowing you to breath.
Why did I not tell the truth or say I'm sorry?
I could have been set free.
I was dwelling on my lies and deceit.
Now the beasts are here with me.
These are the thoughts that come in my darkness.
The thoughts that haunt me in my dreams.
The thoughts I can't get rid of.
The thoughts that cause all of my screams.
Trait YouTrait You10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your name resounds
Inside my head
Mysterious and lovely
Full of courage
Your voice drifts
Softly on the wind
Whisper to me
Your face smiles
Like no other could
Smile at me
I will surely, too
Your hands reach
To me and hold me
Please hold me forever
Under these stars
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was