VoyageLet's journey to old and distant points of light.Voyage3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the one's of most wise elements.
to the edge of creation.
Let's dive the depths
of superb pressure.
to the dark parts of oblivion.
Let's wander the colossal expanse
of sensory nirvana.
to limitless conception.
Let's trek through the cracks and crevices
of life's contemplation.
to caverns of ethereal salvation.
Let's pass through the ring
of time's fiery womb.
to our next incarnation.
Without a destination.
DA Lightbulb Bandwagon JokeQuestion: How many deviants does it take to ruin a joke on deviantart?DA Lightbulb Bandwagon Joke12 years ago in Humor More Like This
One to post the joke; 21 to laugh their asses off; 31 to flame the people who thought the joke was funny; 8 to argue over which section it was supposed to be posted in; 3 to find out this joke was just adapted from one of those lightbulb jokes and start a forum thread; 13 to scream rip; 4 to set out to prove the inappropriateness of the joke; 67 to note the admins saying the poster should be banned; 14 to post urls to the original joke; 9 to flame the people who posted the urls because they weren't posted correctly and to post them correctly giving a full 500 line demonstration; 5 (*cough*) to say they are leaving because of all the controversy surrounding the joke; 12 to act sad that they are leaving; 18 to tell them to leave because all they do is sit around and suck up to the admins to get a `; 10 to laugh and tell everyone they will be back under a different username; and 15 to say the thread should
ThoughtsThoughts12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works conta
Humiliation by rapidographHumiliation by rapidograph12 years ago in Humor More Like This
I stumbled half-asleep into the main office like I'd done hundreds of Mondays before, but was suddenly struck speechless by the adorable new receptionist behind the desk.
I choked on a mouthful of donut. She was a petite brunette with huge turquoise eyes and a natural peach blush to her round face. When she smiled, I swore a cloud of pixie dust swirled around the lobby. Glassy-eyed, I managed a "G-g-g-goo' morngh," or something that resembled a greeting and swallowed hard as I headed to my desk.
My buddy Tim came up to me and whispered hoarsely, "Dude! What do you think?"
"The new girl? Geeze, she's a knockout!"
"You gonna ask her out?" he asked.
"I would be a fool not to, but..."
"But what? She was checking your butt out. I saw it! She wants you man!"
I wiped donut crumbs off my chest and took a slurp of some cold coffee. "She does NOT want me you dork." I found my
asea, tonightasea, tonight9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass,
the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight.
You let me in and suddenly I'm in
a room of profound poets, who sing their verse
through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs.
The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings—
tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat.
There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys,
those wailing notes like Miles would have played.
And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks
away at the tired shape the body makes,
he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing,
it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz,
tonight. Tonight!— We can be alive, tonight.
And I'm in the corner, no horn in hand, not even
a cigarette for now. I'm just a shadow this evening,
no harmony for me. Just silent taps
of thumbs on thighs; of a breath before sirens sing.
Tonight, blue tunes knew the way through a smoky
sea—found me… Last I heard they were still awaiting
SymbolismA pure white blanket,Symbolism4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Symbolism is vacant,
Snow hardens my soul.
Hope Less RomanticYou asked meHope Less Romantic8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the definition of love,
And flipped through a dictionary.
You asked me
How to mend a broken heart,
And handed you needle and thread.
You asked me
The magic behind a kiss,
And kissed you on the lips…
I had no answer
You had no more questions.
Happy Mothers Day Black DeathBlack DeathHappy Mothers Day Black Death5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mommy, are you feeling quite fine?
Why do you lay so cold and still?
The doctor said he could not help,
That this was more than a petty chill
The doctor said this terrible fever
Has come, and gone, and past
But there is more he will not tell
He doesn't think you'll last
But please Mommy don't die on me
Please get up and dance around
Or even just talk, a whisper
Murmer one little sound?
You're up, wait, what are you doing?
Dancing? You shouldn't listen to me
I just want to know you're alive
Not dead like a fallen tree
Your limbs are flailing, sporadically
Until your face is snowy white
The boils on your neck look to burst
Your fingers as dark as night
The flailing suddenly haults
All your movement suddenly stops
Blood drains from your eyes
As you lean and finally drop
Oh Mommy, Mommy, you can't be dead!
Not you, not now! Please speak to me!
Mommy, please turn over on your back
Mommy, I just need you to breathe!
The boils are cutting off your breath!
You may live if I pop the
Of Doves and RavensBlissfully pure and sweetOf Doves and Ravens5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like ignorance (or love)
I can't ignore the heat-
I must shoot down the dove.
Give me ravens black as sin
Let me lead the passion in
Leave my sins upon the ash
But make my heart burn just as fast.
BLEACH OC Sheet - Lillitu de SepharialBLEACH OC Sheet - Lillitu de Sepharial1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Lillitu de Sepharial
Visual Age: Appears in her 20-25.
Position: Fraccíon, under Grimmjow.
Ambition: Being stronger, and defeat Nnoitra and Aizen, being equal to Grimmjow and gain respect from Harrible, who she looks up to (of course, in secretive.)
Likes: Rushing adrenaline, excitement and video games.
Dislikes: Males dominating the world
First impression of Lillitu is fearsome strength and will; one you don't anger at all. She is aggressive in her behavior and curse like a sailor on shoreline (or like a dozen of them) and it add just more to her beautiful yet devastating appearance and strength. In many ways are she very alike the Espada
Stars, Bars and Midnight CarsI watched them landStars, Bars and Midnight Cars5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Surveyed the band
Heard that hollow lasting ring
Of bugles and of plastic strings
To serenade what fuel should bring
Across the miles and clearing skies
I saw their shattered widowed wives
For there were planes with death their load
Until we rolled upon the road
To tombs so we could sing a hymn
And raise a stone to breathless kin
Glory dressed in polished best
They fired east then fired west
And even clear in shining gear
These mortal men were rendered drear
By bright bouquets and glowing sun
Still that giant burned unmoved