Kaboom - X - PoetryKaboom - X - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
[The Silent Guard]
Ive seen so many eyes in every size
slowly rest upon me
From everywhere they come and stare
and wonder how this could be
My heart so swells for I wish to tell
but cannot, unfortunately
Though most dont know, what they behold
is the utmost of penalties
In such primordial time as mine
I plotted what others could not
to speak for Earth from deep within
and guard it peacefully
but the effect of dissent usually meant
a harrowing eternity
and because statutes were absolute
there was no exception with me
Esteem you should, for this aging wood
is where Ive come to be
The colors may fade, but I will remain
gazing but placidly
Youll come to find Ill live in your mind
long after you turn to leave
The passive unblind, remember my kind,
the voice of the crying trees
I am Dryad.
-Mellissa Thomas (KilikaMel)
Kaboom - Hi - PoetryKaboom - Hi - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will be your diligent maven for tonight
What, pray tell, would you like to try?
If its a dose of inspiration you have a taste for
I cook a spicy montage with great ardor
rich with animation, feeling, and color
You will inevitably request another
helping of such infectious splendor
Ah, have you sampled the high contrast yet?
Tis a fond specialty, I do guarantee
Id certainly be honored if youd let me
compose one of my best pieces for you
or is glamour perhaps more of what youre into?
Rest assured, dear guest, I prepare that too
The glamour platters seasoned with the finest rays of sunshine
and expertly sculpted with lights from premium vine
Theyre sweetly splashed with shadows and doused in diffusion
and envelop our guests in the most pleasant illusions
I also offer the drama and dynamism platter
seasoned with emotions and motions that matter
It offers an aroma most equal to its sight
I invite you to please take a cur
Kaboom - IV - ProseKaboom - IV - Prose7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Lonely Door
Stupefaction wrenched Jenna as she watched uniformed police officers canvas all her rooms. Each room echoed intermittent clicks from the labor of sophisticated cameras.
The detective before her snapped her back into focus. Miss Saunders
Y-yes? ImIm really sorry. I just Her head snapped towards the top of the staircase as an officer photographed the hallway.
Oh. I understand, maam, he said lightly, forming a weak smile. Theres a lot going on at once, all these people in your house. Sorry about that. Im Detective Jeff Briggs. My partners outside. Um, how old is your daughter?
Kaboom - XII - PoetryKaboom - XII - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
Basics of Make UpBasics of Make Up5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Basics of Make Up!
A lot of people asked to give them advice about how to do make up, so I collected the important things. But I'm not saying that eyeryone should do it in this way, I just want to give some help.
So here you go :
Some advices for choosing your make up-type:
- first, you need to make sure which colours fit your skintone! For example, if you have a bit darker skintone, brown hair and brown eyes, never use blue eyeshadow on the upper eyelids! It's very important, you don't want to look tasteless. Apply the colour and ask your friends, how does it look on you, or ask a professional.
Simple or Dramatic?
- unfortunately dramatic make up with bright colours and bold eyeliner doesn't fit everyone. Make sure you didn't overdo your everyday look.
- so which shade emphasize your eyecolour? Examine the colour wheel: the complementer colours are in front of each other, they're opposites (green-red, blue-orange, yellow-purple) they emphasize each other. You ca
New WoundsNew Wounds5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unbandaged and bare
I wait for my wings to dry
I'm tired I hope you are there
I need someone to explain why
Today is knocking and
The past is saying goodbye
DaaBree-Jeff © 2010
ASK the ARTIST Interview - ZombiesmileASK the ARTIST Interview - Zombiesmile3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with Zombiesmile
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Zombiesmile, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Zombiesmile.
Hi, thanks for having me! :3
* Zombiesmile is super excited, oh god! * -*;
~rankirubai asks "In what ways has Shaun helped your art and creativity improve? What kinds of insights on art, character design, storytelling, etc has he given you?"
Before I met Shaun (`endling) I was pretty much on my own when it came to art, looking things up and reading tutorials etc. It's been really hard sometimes.
Nowadays, he's the person I talk to all the time, discussing art and stories and games and such. it's really important to me to have another opinion on my work, especially from someone
ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with =theCHAMBA
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview =theCHAMBA, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, theCHAMBA.
~BaneNacent asks Chamba “Are you going to do new Darkstalkers art for the XBLA release next year?"
Darkstalkers on the XBLA release : I WISH
No news on that if UDON is doing anything on it
If they are, I've not been told
But that would be neat!
~jel asks "Hi Chamba! Can you talk about what professional projects you're working on right now? What can we hold in our hands in the near future?"
Digitally : there's the Shiftylook stuff which has been fun
In Print: there's that Street Fighter next generation Trade
and that's it as far as I know
there could be more
but again, I'm usually told just before I need to do it
and since I tend to get things done very promptly, it'
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
5 Steps to Writing Good Foil Characters5 Steps to Writing Good Foil Characters5 Steps to Writing Good Foil Characters6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 3 “Characters” – Section 7 “Foil Characters”
With Links to Supplementary Material
A Foil—which is a character that contrasts the protagonist or another major character—is a character that most writers and readers do not pay very close attention to, and for two reasons. First, a well crafted story interweaves the Foil so well that he/she is often difficult to identify. And second, the foil always falls into Another Character Type. Today, I'm going to talk about what makes a good foil—and how to use that role to enhance the qualities of your
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
I WishIm Cassidy Finn, age 15. And this is my 4-year-old brother, Brian. Youd think the story would be easy to predict from here on in. But oh, no. With Brian around, nothings ever easy.I Wish6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You see, I live in what social workers and bad authors call a single-parent household. Its not so bad my mom and I get along pretty well, and we both look out for Brian but sometimes, I think hes a bit of a spoiled brat. Hes the youngest child, which makes me automatically think hes spoiled, since I can actually physically do so much more than he can around the house. Brian, however, isnt old enough to vacuum, do dishes or laundry, make supper, or do anything really useful. Hes also at that age where he needs a lot of looking after because hell get into a heck of a lot of trouble trying to do whatever it is hes trying to do, all by himself. So he looks spoiled because he cant and doesnt help, but instead,
Unfinal SolutionJim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:Unfinal Solution7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obstacle itself. On rare occasions, the not-quite-cooperative maneuvering deflected them from their original direction of movement, which was entirely random anyway.
If the obstacle was small or spread out (like the 2000 individually-wrapped packages of toilet paper theyd encountered yesterday, rolling and skittering before their tattered
Croatoa"We're very disappointed," they had said, when they finally stumbled across my secret stash. I could have hidden it much better, if I'd wanted, but I hadn't thought it was necessary. Hell, I'd been expecting at least mum to be proud of me, for taking things into my own hands.Croatoa8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"We know we're at least partly to blame," they'd gone on. "Maybe we didn't make you realize just how dangerous this is."
"I can do it," I'd assured them. "I'm ready."
They hadn't agreed. Or maybe they didn't want to see it, didn't want to recognize that their little girl was growing up. But the more I think about their expressions that day, as they sat me down and gave me the talk that turned my life upside-down, the more I suspect that they were afraid.
"Alex, stop it!" Pauline screams. "This is mad!"
"Are you calling me crazy?" I ask, calmly, as I advance. "Bonkers? Loony? Is that really what you want to call me right now?"
"Please!" She starts to cry, right on schedule, as if she could fool me so eas
Would you cry?If I died infront of you would you cry?Would you cry?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I died in you arms would you cry?
Would you cry if I died right now?
Would anyone cry if I died?
I am not really sure anymore..
Would you cry?
GlobalThe world is a stage,Global4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not quite a cage.
Even when alone,
we feel prone.
or hear a sound.
Its not paranoia,
this goes higher.
Were feeling there gaze,
in our pink cloud haze.
What we percieve,
is where were decieved.
All weve been taught,
is how weve been bought.
Well go round again,
like its a trend.
The world is a stage,
not quite a cage.
A new dawnStrike eye with lightA new dawn4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And mind with fact
Tear knowledge from your soul
Break out the truth from web of lies
Revelation will unroll.
Rip down the blinds
Flood in the sun
Kill shadows where they cowed
Stand tall and face accusers
And show yourself unbowed.
Step bravely now
Fill deep your lungs
Let battle cry ring out
A burning faith will win this day
Extinguish your pale doubt.
Winner does not take allThe winner takes it all, and yet I'll watch you fall.Winner does not take all4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing on the podium you raise yourself up tall.
While the one who helped you up is here, standing small.
You scoop up your pale prize, scattering your lies.
Basking in adoration of those who saw your rise.
You looked to future aspirations but I saw future sighs.
You won so many things, your cups and trophies glitter.
Forgot that I was always there, as our kisses became litter.
You wanted independence and this left me so bitter.
But now your days are past, you can no longer run.
You turn regretful thoughts back and want me for some fun.
But you stumbled once too often, so with me you have not won.
Your horizons were so broad, but things you could not see.
You ran the game of life in your adventure to be free.
You may have been a winner, but this time - not with me.
Mind gamesCapricious, like a teasing wind,Mind games4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the mind, a mischievous thing.
Elusive, as a thought now gone.
Solutions, it will never bring.
Mental energy, in bursts of zeal.
Impetuous, like feline claw
does lacerate a beckoning sin.
Tearing your hopes raw.
Hovering, between brain and soul,
uncontrolled the mind may wreak
mortal wounds to your endeavour.
Snatching swift the things you seek.
Ambitions are but wispy cloud,
that form and then dissolve.
Unless they hunch as thunder,
and as lightning strike evolve.
The wisest will make peace with mind,
and learn its winsome way.
Enfold yourself in trust and faith,
hear conscience while you may.
Be distracted not by mind's divert,
and swerve not from the path.
Have discipline to curb a lapse,
lest it ends in mental wrath.
The price of loveThe blackened skies spew icy tears,The price of love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To soak thro' girl of tender years.
Who wandered so, alone and lost,
From summer smile to winter frost.
In shaking arms her new-born babe,
The one sweet thing her past had saved.
A seeded love-child from man's lust,
A lover had betrayed her hopeful trust.
A father's shout rang again in her ears,
Confirming all her early fears.
'You've shamed this house, you sluttish whore.
Never again come though my door!'
Poorly dressed she had walked for days,
Spurned even by the sun's cold rays.
Her shivering child clasped to her breast,
Both desperate for food and sheltered rest.
But soon the lass gave up her fight,
Saw no help or solution to her plight.
Her weakened form collapsed in a heap,
Both child and baby met death's soft sleep.
In distant cabin a mother cried repent,
'We cannot live with this lament.
I'll find our child and bring both home!'
But wolves had left just scattered bone.
She gathered them in pitiful heap,
To cover them with earth to keep.
the blindthe gardensthe blind5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stretch their green arms toward the fields
like a river passing the torch
to the great blue of the ocean.
steady now, the hyacinths lean north
like an army of men, listening
to a young boy and girl speaking of love
as if they have found some sort of treasure.
it is the first day of spring to them:
the flowers stand, salute the sky,
and blossom as if undressing,
vulnerable but stern.
and as the blind dream
of what they have never seen, you dream
of what you have never allowed yourself to see.