Your WingsCan you hear all the cries?Your Wings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you see the pain?
Does any of it reach you?
Through the lies and fingers pointing blame?
I opened my eyes
And saw a world full of fear
How can you watch from on high
As I lose all that I hold dear?
I'm down here on my knees
Begging you to hear my prayers
Just need to know that you're still there
Listen as I call your name so please tell me
Do you see my tears?
All I've ever wanted was your love
And to rest under the shelter of you wings
Blood stained pages full of words old as you
Cities falling and children crying
Tell me is this what you wanted us to do?
Are you watching as all mankind is dying?
Will you open your eyes?
Will you see all the pain?
Will you just stand by?
Are all the prayers in vain?
Please, I'm begging you
Take a moment and look
See those of us who still need you
Can you hear me?
I'm calling out to you
Can you see me?
I'm still right here
And I still want to rest
Beneath the shelter of your wings
The Mad Lord SombraThe Mad Lord Sombra2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
[The cover for the book is a black as night, and the book is bound by a magic seal which only shadow magic can open. The pages aren't even weathered, despite the book being obviously old. This is evidence of magic weaved into the pages. The entries are in a dead language known as Old Equestrian. The first entry reads:]
Hours. Endless hours, pouring over every ancient, dusty tome of knowledge I could find. I am so close, but so far...
My name is Lord Sombra of the Crystal Empire, "loyal subject" to the Crystal Queen. Pah. She is not worthy of the title of ruler. She is weak. She spends her time fawning over the peasants, and catering to their every whim. A proper Queen would rule her subjects! Dominate them! No... she is no Queen. She is a peasant like the rest of them. Nay, worse than a peasant. She is dirt on the face of this Empire.
But a new day approaches! The Queen knows not of the studies I have conducted in my personal library. I am beginning to learn the art of shadow magic fro
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
The awful thing about dAYou see, the thing wrong with you all is that you refuse to improve.The awful thing about dA4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
That blunt comment will be my thesis statement for this 'essay'.
I have a deep conceited love/hate relationship with this site. I love the easy to use interface and the many different members (make your own joke about artistic nudes) but I hate the attitude that a lot of younger deviants have. For some strange reason, these kids (and some adults) seem to hate being told that their art is less than perfect and will throw a tantrum if you even imply that their art is unoriginal/not very good. I like to call this attitude "deviantART ego". People with this mentality reject critique in all its forms and will block you for being a "troll". This attitude probably stems from the lack of actual critique on this site. Some submissions almost always receive positive comments and favs from everyone. These posts normally contain:
a) "Artistic Nudes"
b) A character or OC from some popular anime/book/video game/ect.
c) Anything Twi
I Just Met a Weirdo - 9I Just Met a Weirdo - 94 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's weird that Ghetsis let me through that easily without so much as a battle but, I just shrugged and walked on ahead the room. There seated on the throne, was N looking kind of sad for a change.
"What I want is a world only of Pokémon, by separating them from people, they will regain their natural power." he said as he stood up and walked a few paces in front of me.
"Now this will be our final battle. I am prepared, even if my Pokémon friends are to be wounded, my beliefs will prevail! Since you have come this far, certainly you must feel something similar? If you do, I ask you to come forth and show it to me." he exclaimed motioning me to come closer. I did what I was told since I don't have much of a choice. When I did so, he looked a little flustered and had to look the other direction.
"You came this way with the intent to battle me yet Reshiram is still not reacting. Does is still not recognize you as a hero?" he asked mostly to himself. I grunted. He was ri
624 Days and Counting- Ch. 4624 Days and Counting- Ch. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I screamed and turned around quickly, my chest heaving.
There, in the corner of my room with his arm draped over his eyes modestly, was N.
"Touko?" My mother yelled worriedly from downstairs. Within seconds I could hear her hurried footsteps thumping up the stairs.
My heart was beating rapidly. My eyes flashed from my door to N quite a few times before I ran at him and grabbed the arm that was covering his eyes. I yanked him up and felt the familiar heat of embarrassment as he bumped against my chest.
"Be quiet!" I whispered to him as I shoved him into my closet. I slid closet door closed and made it to my bedroom door just as my mom was opening it.
My door swung open. "Touko, are you okay?" My mother said in a rush, her eyes wide. "I heard you scream!"
I laughed, concealing my nervousness. "I thought I saw a Rattata!"
Her hand flew to her chest, "You scared the hell out of me."
"I'm sorry." I said, my eyes apologe
spinningthe world is spinning,spinning3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the sun keeps coming up and going down,
and I am here.
a world full of people tilting lances at imaginary windmills,
imbuing them with character and conditions
rushing at them headlong
only to find themselves running through mist
and nothing more.
people we thought we knew,
pursuits we thought were valuable,
lives we thought worth living.
and forced with the singularity
that is our personality
which, like a movie projector
plays out our innermost thoughts
on everyone around us.
everyone's movies, so different, so personal
the sun is up
the world spins
I am on it
what will I decide to become?
Recipe for Bad PoetryHow to Write Bad Poetry:Recipe for Bad Poetry7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Start with: SCISSORS
Scissors are very good cutting your prose
into pieces (as well as fending off mobs of real poets).
It works better if you start with
some imagery, such as simile
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment