The NightThe Night12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
to turn off
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
e si tendono
dita di alberi
in un sospiro
come le mani del mendicante
The Colour of TimeThe Colour of Time10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the Nihilists that declare Beauty does not exist,
And to the Philistines that declare her to be dead
May I thus present, forthwith, this humble diatribe,
The most offensive thing, that either of them have read.
Simple strokes of ferrous ink, to the writer,
Is like unto the painter, dabs of turpentine,
In the process of the blending and mixing
Of colours, and hues – of rhythms, and rhymes.
But a careless line written can strike or kill,
For words on a page are armies of great might –
The pen could be the only thing to put a villain down
Or to finally, heroically, set things right.
For, you see, there never has seemed to be any closure
For the tortured souls, trapped in the glass,
Or for the shapeless white puffs up in the sky,
Or the shooting-stars here and gone, so fast.
They come, and they go, inside a shining beyond
Glanced at but briefly, in this Mirror of Illusion,
Dying in agony when a second passes,
Buried forever in shattered confusion.
Now what if, instead of
Chronicles of PainChronicles of Pain11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whispers breached the carefree mood in the corridor when the boy entered. "Outcast," they taunted. "Insane," they hurled. The boy walked straight, feigning deaf. Though his ears were brimming with the insults, it was easier this way. His footsteps were carefully measured, every step landing with a distinct thud that seemed to echo through the hall. His eyes crept over every crack of the luminescent floor, carefully studying the erratic specks of colors. He recognized every single speck, every tiny crack. He went through this every morning, for his social exile was daily.
His thoughts crept slowly back to his childhood. Even as a toddler he had been strange. While most children were playing carelessly in the sandbox, he was slinking back into the shadows, desperately praying to go unnoticed. He longed for normal memories for his only memories were of books and imaginary friends.
The most prominent was that of a girlfriend, a new girl to town. She had been drawn in
The Rising Storm: Chapter 1Late summer, 2257 ab urbe Regelli conditaThe Rising Storm: Chapter 18 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was an opponent to either side of me as I stood ready and waiting for Master Wei-fus direction. His black robes hung off his bony frame and he leaned on his staff. His sparse beard pointed stiffly at me and his eyes flashed with annoyance in the shadow of his brows.
I was stripped down for exercise. The late afternoon sun is never very warm that time of the year in the mountains when summer is dying and theres a scent of autumn in the air. With the sweat from our earlier passes drying on my skin I was feeling the chill.
Begin! he cried.
My older brothers Calcedor and Tristan began circling me, each looking for an opening. I moved with them, trying to keep track of both at the same time. Other than the shuffle of our bare feet on the sandy ground, there was no other sound in the training yard.
Tris made the first move, dropping low and sweeping for my feet. Idiot. Maybe he thought hed surprise me, but h
Pain Is GorgeousPain Is Gorgeous11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain is Gorgeous,
A collar of pink fiery rubies
Set with obsidian spikes
That affixes my neck, chokes me --
As I stroke your chest
And beg with my eyes
For you to hold me closer...
The Emokids and the Hopeless Preps:
The first adjust their buttons,
The second pop their collars --
They watch me on stage, beseeching in a sob
Before the placid face of the Virgin
Tearing my eyes out to never see him again --
My Mind's Eye to forget the images within it,
Making mockery of my religion by saying
The wine is my blood --
And Hell's Fire and Damnation,
I will be drunk off of how wretched I feel.
I am alone.
Alone, in such a way, no one could ever bear to watch me --
Watch me fall apart, cracked porcelain hitting the floor,
The bloody flood of torrents from my eyes washing it over...
And for once, I'm humbled completely.
I could hold up my brilliance, my writings --
My beauty, inner and outer, sit in radiant contemplation
Of why Pain is so God-damned gorgeous,
And seems to glimmer c
I'm SorryI'm Sorry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today I accidentally
killed your ladybug
tangled in my mess of hair
onto my shoulder
not thinking I grabbed
for the tickle and
with a fingetip
on her round
and I watched her fade
A FriendIf you will be a friend to me,A Friend9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A comfort for my heart,
Then I promise to always be
Your little shining star.
Make me laugh when I feel glum
At tough times of my life,
And if you will be my drum,
Then I will be your fife.
If you'll be glad to see me
Whenever I pass by,
Then I will be the little pea
Inside your Shepherd's Pie.
If you will be hope for me
When I am feeling blue,
The favor will eternally
Be returned to you.
Come and watch the sun descend
And sit and wait for light
To rise into the sky again,
And stay with me all night.
I'll cry with you day and night
From dusk until dawn,
And my shoulder will be right
For tears to dry upon.
I will be your comfort
If you will be mine,
I will always support
And never malign.
I will always stick by you,
No matter what they say.
I will always pull you through
Each tunnel on the way.
You do not have to be rife,
Or a millionaire,
As long as you are in my life,
Then my heart I will share.
All I need is a great friend
To tell everything to.
If I ge
SolitudeSolitude12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drink The Tears From My Eyes..
Taste The Blood From My Pains..
Only Than You Might Know..
What Runs Deep Through My veins..
Feel The Depts Of My Soul..
Smell The Scent Of My Fears..
For To Know Me By Heart..
Will Take More Than Just years
Bevi le lacrime dai miei occhi..
assapora il sangue dal mio dolore..
solo quello che tu puoi conoscere..
Che corre in profondità attraverso le mie vene..
Senti le profondità della mia anima..
Annusa l'odore delle mie paure..
Per conoscermi con il cuore.
Prenderà maggiormente...che solo anni
per la traduzione in italiano non sono sicuro...
...l'ultima frase la potrei tradurre con un "Durerà di più che solo anni"...
LookingLooking12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
LOOKING WHERE I DAREN'T, SEEING WHAT I MUST
At least everything had been cleared out of the room by then.
All the forensic equipment and the evidence markers and the yellow tape, all the police and the government agents and the reporters—oh, the reporters and the endless questions they'd asked about everything in the room.
The room was silent, now, a dead chamber full of books and curiosities, statuary and bricabrac. Full of things but completely devoid of sound, of movement, of life.
The lighting remained the same, the colours, the textures, the smells. The lamps still glowed, the soft blue light still diffused from the huge tank of water that dominated one wall. The windows still admitted muted sunlight, the kind you found in old bookstores and antique shops. A warmth remained there, but it was distant, the warmth of something that had sat in the sun and had only just been brought into darkness. The scent of old things, the scent of time and dust and books, of wisdom
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President12 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
AfterlifeAfterlife11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol
On ParabolaOn Parabola10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.
LeavesMeasured breaths, in and outLeaves6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your mind is a slow breeze
A deathly chill entwined
Oh how youd love
To sweep them up
Set them alight
And let those ashes fly away, so far away
How could resolution
In a wind this absolute
These leaves are here to stay
So intricate with thoughts
Rustling and whispering
Perhaps one day the wind will die down
You wait, matches in hand.
The 20 most used RPG clichesThe 20 most used RPG cliches11 years ago in Humor More Like This
The 20 most used RPG clichés.
1. The main character will often find themselves in a new world, with little grasp on what is going on.
2. No matter what the story, the world will always be in peril by the end.
3. Ancient prophecies always come true.
4. The main guy and girl will always get together by the end.
5. One of your party will be sulky, and be shrouded in mystery.
6. They will spend the entire story going '…'.
7. One of your party will be older than the main character.
8. The mage will be female.
9. The swordsman will be male.
10. One of your party will probably die/not be real.
11. Townspeople will let you wander into their houses.
12. Your party will be rebelling against royalty or a large organisation.
13. Items that seem completely random and useless will be incredibly important later on.
14. Houses are always unlocked.
15. An authority figure that seems good at the beginning will be evil by the end.
16. Unusual items such as treasure chests and pots can readily
Dear Diary 2: Judgement DayDear Diary 2: Judgement Day10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Snaggu snaggu, wort wort. Elziracia kenzigious lon Gnu gnu. In Glick-jod smon lock nolg on snib lob. Ib lemon riggidy goo goob maulk loud kahch.
Sorry about the brief entry yesterday. I was in quite a hurry, but I assure you, it's all true. Anyway, I went to the zoo today. Steven wasn't feeling well, so he decided to stay home. I don't see him as a zoo person anyway. Being a thanksgiving animal himself, I imagine that he would probably throw up what's left of him at the sight of his living turkey brethren.
I arrived about 16 seconds after the forty-second minute of the fifth hour of the dawn of the eighth day of the eleventh month and, boy, was it packed. Everyone was crowding around something and, being so naturally curious (or a "damn stupid boy, now get me some damn whiskey" as my papa would say) I had to see! And low, onto my eyes appeared the most glorious sight I had ever seen! A MAN FEEDING MONKEYS IN THEIR CAGE!
Then I looked at th
Live in a Time 2 b Lost, FreeLive in a Time 2 b Lost, Free11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time is lapsing irregularly
Time is breaking all the rules
Time to see all....
Lost in a world of strange places
Lost inside the language changes
Lost behind a grand facade...
Live in life, do not watch
Live for the experiences
Live to make changes....
Who was the seme? mattXmelloWho was the seme? mattXmello8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
seme: on top
uke: on the bottom
emo: Matt- err, depressed person
chibi: a small person
"hi, I'm mello.": Mello
"Yo... I'm Matt...": Matt
"Near desu...": Near
"MattXMello deeeesuuuu+3+ ": the love couple!
Who was seme!?
"Hn....Mello......Mello......Oi! The phone's ringing....."
"Hnnnn......... I don't feel like standing up.... Matt, you get it....."
"Dun... wanna...........ah.... they hung up......huh..... If it's important, they'll call back, neh?............uurrgghhh..... My head....."
Mat snuggled back against Mello with a smile on his face.
Both guys made their way to the other side of the bed, opposite of eachother, as fast as possible.
"Matt, wtf are you doing in my bed!!?"
"Who gives a crap!? Pull on some cloths, will you!?"
Both Matt and Mello searched for their pants, but they were nowhere to be found.
"ARGH! What happened!?
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?11 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
DEATH NOTE GUINESS RECORDSGUINESS WORLD RECORDS PROUDLY PRESENTS:DEATH NOTE GUINESS RECORDS5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DEATH NOTE AWARDS !!!!!
People from Death Note are very special and they all have great talents, so we decided to gave them deserved awards!
The performance starts now:
1. For LIGHT YAGAMI For world's stupidest evil laugh ever seen.
Public: *fangirlish shouting*
Light: -.- For what?! My evil laugh is perfect and EVIL. You damn award givers don't know how good is it! I'm a God? Hello?
Award giver: No. You're just gay. Now shut up and take the award. We don't have much time left.
2. For MISA AMANE For wearing world's shortest gothic skirt AND for being the stupidest person, like, ever.
Misa: 8D Yeeey! Misa Misa won an award! Misa Misa is awesome AND pretty! Wow!
Award giver: *silence* Oh my God .
Misa Misa: MY god!!!!!!!!
Award giver: What ever. Could we just go on?
3. For L For eating just sugar and sleeping absolutely never. The wonder is- he's still alive.
Public: Yaaay! *-, *
L: Aww, thank
Gay MarriageGay Marriage12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Gay Marriage has been something our society has been struggling with for years, for or against, should it be allowed in the catholic church or not? Well, here's your time to shine, leave a comment to say what you think about the situation, and make sure to back yourself up, don't just say "for" or "against" have a reason.