Your WingsCan you hear all the cries?Your Wings5 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 Sombra3 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
BellyacheSirens wailed and Jesse almost fell down the few metal steps into the engine room in his hurry to reach the stricken machine. Red light bathed the room and strobed over the brass and steel in steady flashes. Jesse ran to the pressure gages, watching the little black needle tap against the edge as it fought to read numbers that didnt exist. Punching buttons, the mechanic tried to release the steam feeds but the lights on the control board just winked at him in frantic red and green. He ducked under a bunch of rattling brass banded pipes and fought his way around to the main engine compartment. He swore as boiling water dripped down from the ceiling, but the scald scars would only join the collection that already littered his hands and upper arms. Steam filled the small compartment making it as hot and clammy as a sauna. Water clung to his short blonde hair and stuck his shirt to his back like a second skin. Blinking water out of his eyes he ran his hands lightly over the hot pipesBellyache6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
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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
The Indestructible Chronicles- PrologueThe Indestructible Chronicles- Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Indestructible Chronicles
A Deadly Mercenary Beauty and SHIELD's Monstrous W.M.D.
Secret A.I.M. Base
Location: South Pacific
Monica Rappaccini, the Scientist Supreme of Advanced Idea Mechanics, was studying the outlines and details of a secret weapon that she designed and has been working on for the past several months. Touching the holographic screen in order submit the new, updated information to her secret files. She's a stunningly beautiful woman with gentle forest-green eyes; her long raven-black hair flowed down past her shoulders; attire made of mostly dark emerald and bits of gold & black covered her lithe form. However, despite her beauty, she is as ruthless and dangerous as she is intelligent and crafty.
After all, she is a
XenithXenith2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I shall never be free,
as long as I can't go where I want to be.
the stripes of my skin,
curse me with the past sins.
so long now and I'm vilified still,
we've come a long way from ponyville.
i do not know my place here,
while I am still loathed and feared.
the little one does not own me,
inherently I believe I still am not free.
the pegasus chides me well,
one of the rarest things that are just swell.
the unicorn does not discriminate,
even if it all costs us our fate.
the steel is a reminder of the past,
maybe we could get over our differences at last.
my daughter shall not know me,
I am not responsible for who she wants to be.
the slaves destroy me with a stern hand,
I pay my respects until they learn to understand.
there is a still a light for me in the cistern,
once I avenge my fate with the mark of Stern.
there shall always be a chance for good,
as long as there is peace in the neighborhood.
know me by the inside and not what your eyes deceive,
isn't it immature to revel in the e
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Hope Ch.9 EdWinHope Ch.9 EdWin4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ed stepped off the train, and stretched his arms above his head, groggy from the nap he had just awakened from. It felt weird to be traveling without Al, but Ed didn't want to chance him finding out something he shouldn't, so he shrugged off the feeling. Scratching the back of his head, he began to walk towards the street, but was interupted when he heard someone call his name. He looked around, but couldn't spot anyone he recognized in the bustling crowd so, he continued on walking until he heard it again. Sighing, he looked back to see if maybe he might spot a familiar, and with some luck, he was able to spot Mustang making his way towards him through the crowd.
As Ed took in Mustang's appearance, he was a little surprised at what he saw. He never really paid attention to anyone's appearance much, only Winry's, but he could tell something was off today. He was sweating even though it was cold outside, and he looked extremely nervous. Mustang was never nervous. "What's up with you?" E