NEW WORLD ORDERNEW WORLD ORDER11 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"NEW WORLD ORDER"
I am nauseous and weary of humanity. I am revolted and emaciated from others conformity. I cannot bear to exist another day conscious of the world's continuous heading in the same direction that is unless someone stops it. It is time to remove the blinders off of the nations who cling to them as if it is their source of life. It is time to cause those who cast their self-righteous stones to realize exactly who it is they are casting them at. It is time to make the corporations preying on the naive youth for their sheep like qualities to take another look, to recognize that everybody is not as gullible as they deem. It is time to succeed in forcing those whisperers and nay Sayers to stand up and take notice. The time has come to join together as one and influence a revolution. Together we will break the molds that ha
Wake Up, America(6/29/2014)Wake Up, America1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can any American--
No, can anyone really say
"God bless America"
without recognizing the irony
in speaking those words
as we live in a nation
that applauds evil
and mistakes lawlessness for freedom?
We live in a nation
where everyone does what is right
in their own eyes,
A nation where we encourage
achieving success at any cost,
where we desire sex
with no boundaries,
where we proclaim spirituality
Welcome to the temple
of our idol named Pleasure,
and like a whore she enters
our hearts through our pockets.
We stuff our faces with that bread
to fill our bellies instead of our souls,
We drink our fill of wine to get drunk
and forget His bloodshed on the cross.
"America, America, God shed His grace on thee"
So we can look spiritual
as we say 'Amen' every Sunday
and then laugh in Jesu
HeartlessHeartless8 years ago in Open More Like This
My friend - I move to speak,
For in you I shall confide,
Of an emptiness bore deep inside,
Shadows - where I hide.
How long has it been thus,
Since I was hence torn apart?
A being void in nothingness,
Lacking feeling of a heart.
Remnants of a shadowed past
Have drifted beyond the seal,
Yet forever locked away are those
Memories of how to feel.
Oh' how frail is the heart,
To collapse in the conquering fist!
Submit! unto that which bore you,
Darkness of the endless abyss.
And what remains born of this,
When darkness takes back the heart?
Only the nothing left behind,
Existing where nobody aught.
This nonexistence lay not within,
Supreme darkness - nor in the light,
But in the ever void - where lies,
A want for hearts taken flight.
The keepers of the want are naught,
The nonexistent ones.
Taking heartless - watching heartfelt won,
Keeping all - yet feeling none.
Deep within the realm of twilight,
Shadows of nobody - can you see?
In a world that never was,
The Broly Videl RomanceDisclaimer: Don't own dragonballz, Broly or Videl. The rights to this belong to Akira Toriyama ( Did I spell that right?)The Broly Videl Romance10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter: 1 Monstrous Savior
" Ahahahah!" Broly laughed as his enimes tried desperatly to hold back his assault. His hand shook holding the massive orb in place as the blue energy waves from Kakarot and his spawn tried to push it back. " KAKAROT!! PUHAHAHA!!!" He laughed as he fired another blast of energy down on the giant orb, the planet shook as the blast collided cracking apart the ground beneath them as the ball was sent back twoards the planet.
" Dig deep both of you! Don't let Broly destroy the earth!" He heard Kakarot say as his energy blast was pushed back yet again. Broly laughed as his hand glowed, the green orb ready to end this fight once and for all, Kakarot would die! The blast glowed as his barrier shrunk creating the blast which fired from his hand. It spiraled outwards just as another golden blast came from out in the sky. I
Last CallLast Call7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think about life and what a joke it is.
Friends say they're your friends until they get what they want.
Lovers are your lovers until something shiny and new come along.
God is there but only in a book.
Government is there only to make you a slave.
I have been burned, bruised, betrayed, and broken.
To think about living another day of suffering only to die in the end;
there is no point.
We are all worm food, might as well end the pain sooner than later.
Last call, anybody want to join me for a shot?
The Definition of HateThe Definition of Hate9 years ago in Open More Like This
THE DEFINITION OF HATE:
Not helping what has come over you,
exiled and cold now viewing sad truth.
Working so hard to love the ones who have lied,
expert of grief facing what has been denied.
Inner monologue details hard facts,
landmark scars bring on devilish acts.
Removing white veils to reveal what's been marred,
a curse has been set as you blame heaven's stars.
Landmark choice to bite the hand that feeds,
skeptical of intent on dished out deeds.
Silence falls victim to vast screams in your head,
no rest for the wicked all hope is now dead.
KotOR: Carth And The Fangirl It was a quiet evening in the happy world of BioWareLand. Carth, Revan and Mission were walking up and down the hallways of the large office building, discussing how the game designers were going to pull off something as large-scale as rescuing Bastila. Suddenly, Revan squeaked and skidded to a halt. Carth stared at her strangely, and as she pointed behind him, Mission started giggling.KotOR: Carth And The Fangirl9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't look now, flyboy," Revan whispered, "but you've got an admirer."
"Other than you?" Carth asked.
"Other than me."
Carth turned slowly, and when he did, he just about leaped a mile off the ground. For right behind him was...
She had big eyes (almost like you might find on a chibi) and an adorably stupid grin. She watched Carth unceasingly, never letting her eyes leave his face. Carth felt suddenly very nervous, but he couldn't move, because The Fangirl fawned over him every time he trie
Grown Shippo + Mature KagomeShippo/Kagome --Almost thirty, Kagome is about to visit the magic well that rejected her after Naraku's defeat, 12 yrs ago. Her mother is selling the shrine...will it work for her one more time? Angst,WAFF,M/F,ExhGrown Shippo + Mature Kagome9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Innocence CrushedInnocence Crushed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must the tears fall,
Flowing down her cheeks,
Streaming down the the face of an angel,
Filled with despair and anguish.
She lays on the dirt floor,
Once so innocent, so pure,
A bird among the clouds,
Oblivious to the unknown world surrounding her.
Always laughing, smiling,
Her beauty dazzling.
She dances through life
Without a care in the world.
Where is that girl now?
He wonders as his eyes gaze upon her,
And her hair that has lost it's glow,
And her dress, tattered and in ruins.
Her fragile body shakes uncontrollably
With each of her cries of anguish.
Ever sob stabs his heart painfully,
Giving him just a slight taste of her pain.
And her eyes, oh, her eyes,
How beautiful they once were,
A vibrant blue, the hue of a peaceful stream,
Teeming with kindness and joy.
Now all he sees is gray,
The color of thunder clouds.
Her pure personality
Was ripped from her soul by a monster.
Those eyes stare at him,
Pierce through his body,
Yet he holds out his hand,
His eyes full of concern.
MaskHave you ever worn a mask for so longMask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you're afraid to take it off,
And breathe in the purity
Of the unfiltered world outside?
Would your lungs be able to take it?
Or burst trying?
Have you ever worn a mask for so long
That you're afraid to take it off
Because no one might recognize you?
Would you recognize yourself?
Have you ever worn a mask for so long
That you're afraid to take it off,
Because you don't know anymore
If there's anything underneath?
The Ashes of My HeartThe Ashes of My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ash that was once my heart
Flew away in the cold,
And unforgiving wind of reality.
Dancing with its twirls
Leaving a little bit of my heart
Here and there
So I could never recollect it.
All I've got now is a shadow of a soul
And who knows how long I have
Until that disappears in the world
Just like everything else that concerns me-
No one knows
And they never will.
I'm here for youI'm here for you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know it hurts for I've felt your pain
You want to give up
and let the enemies erase you
So I'm telling you now
That your life isn't over
There's still a chance to find happiness
and to have a smile
There's many who feel the same as you do
and I'm sure you know that is true
But did you know that I'm one of those people
who wishes they'd disappear?
I plaster a smile on my face around you
and everyone else
But inside it's cold and dark
and taken over by misery
So I'm telling you now
that all my words are true
I want to be the one
you run to when you're scared
I want to be the shoulder to cry on
when your broken down and alone
I'm always there for you with arms opened wide
please don't over look me now
I'll gladly push all my pain far away
if it would help you recover
And if all you need is a hug
then I'll hug you tight and not say a word
All I'm saying is you're not alone
I'm right here for you whenever you need me
I'm your friend
I Am AddictionI’m past it,I Am Addiction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
The Big Bad Wolf The Big Bad Wolf walked into the Neverland Bar, looking out of place in the smoky, grimy room. The bar instantly fell silent as little children, goblins, and assorted woodland creatures scampered out of his way, oblivious to the fact that they were only making his bad mood worse and thinking only to get away from him. He didn't care how scared they were-it was tea time and he needed a drink. He sniffed and brushed a speck of dust from his spotless white sleeve. Motioning to the barman, he took a seat at the back of the room, near a pretty girl with flaming red hair. He took off his hat and flicked his ears, his tail winding out of the way as he sat down. A nervous barmaid brought him a drink, which he accepted gratefully. After he'd gotten half the bottle down, he began to feel better. He'd had a rough day, and all he wanted a chance to relax and be left alone.The Big Bad Wolf9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The woodsmen were getting braver, pushing
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
Gandurile lui duminicaVei avea mereu o parte din mine, iar golul acela va fi umplut cu nopţi nedormite, poze vechi şi coloana sonoră a unei poveşti. Mi-am dat seama că inconştient m-am sacrificat mereu pentru alţii, pentru fericirea lor. Cineva mi-ar spune că nu e adevărat şi că am fost doar egoistă, că am luptat pentru mine în toate poveştile. Poate că pe moment a fost vorba de egoism (de un fals egoism de fapt) şi poate că atunci chiar credeam că o fac pentru mine şi nimic altceva. Acum realizez că de fapt nu a fost vorba de egoism, ci doar de a le lasă altora drumul liber spre fericire. Nu mă pot abţine să nu văd asta în jurul meu. Să văd că pe unde am trecut, pe unde am mers mai departe cu o superficială nepăsare, n-am făcut decât să garantez succesul altora. Altruism aş putea spune, un altruism absurd cu care nici măcarGandurile lui duminica4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My only love....This takes place in Bellas bedroom. If you have never read the Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyer you will not have a clue whet is going on or why there is a guy watching a girl sleep and you wont find it funny.My only love....8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im here my sweet lamb.
I luuuuuv yooooooooou.
And I love you.,
Fuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrr evvvvverrrrrrrrr and eeeeverrrrrrr.
And Ill love you forever and ever. You are my life, my reason for living, my--
Oh not again. That stupid dog. Grrrr Crap. She woke up.
You said his name again. I said not daring to call him the filthy mongrel that he is in front of her.
Oh boo hoo Edward
I shrugged it off and we went on with our usual Saturday plans.
Bottles of HappinessBottles of Happiness11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i grabbed the bottle
and took my first shot
and the more i drank
the more i forgot
i cant describe
the feelings i had
i was no longer angry
i was no longer sad
i was so happy
for the first time in years
but the next morning came
and so did my tears
so back to the bottle
in which i believed
that all of my problems
would soon be relieved
i continue to drink
to take away pain
even though each morning
is always the same
what sits in that bottle
makes me complete
for sometimes a day
or even a week
i used to cut
and make myself bleed
but this feeling is more,
this is just what i need
i am starting to think
with such a clear mind
i am feeling depressed
i must leave this behind
so another drink
is what it will take
to make me so happy,
so happy, its fake...
On my own apocalypseOn my own apocalypse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If silk could melt
to drip down arms and goosebumped legs
in scarlet rivers, serpentine,
it seems only right
that the sky should burn as well.
Like roses heaped upon a stage,
cloaked in tumultuous applause,
the end will fall in exultation.
Shall we stand upon the shore
and taste the salt upon our lips,
basking in the last breezes
before the Breaking?
These last days are a ball,
a promenade of bliss,
a eulogy of memory.
Shiva, ever the gentleman,
asks for one last dance.
You Make Me SmileYou Make Me Smile11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You make me smile with all that you say,
you lighten my days in every way.
In a world were I have felt so alone,
you give me comfort in all that you have shown.
Since life is based on fate it's destiny we met,
for the time I spend with you I will never regret.
I cherish everything you bring to the plate,
I trust you won't harm me in any way.
Thankful I am humanity created you,
beautiful you are in all that you do.
A thousand miles I would walk just to see you smile,
because to me our friendship is worth the while.
There is nothing I wouldn't do for the ones who fill my heart,
I would take your pain away if I could only find the start.
Believe me when I say all my words are sincere,
I will slay all those who force you to shed any tears.
I will break t
Edward x Jacob 'Part One'Despite the drizzle from the previous night, it was settling and becoming a pleasant day in La Push. Jacob was tempted to walk on the beach once more, but that offered for too much thinking time. No, he knew he had to keep his mind occupied and try not to think of them. It would work out for him in the end, he just had to remind Bella of what she knew was true.Edward x Jacob 'Part One'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though, with that leech it was turning out to be far more difficult than he had expected. Once again, Bella had been conveniently busy.
Dont tell me, making wedding plans with the bloodsuckers?
Actually, for your information, Im not even seeing Edward until later. Im going over to Angelas house.
Jacob was actually surprised that the two werent connected together as usual. Almost constantly, he would hear Bella sighing or not listening to him because of the filthy leech beside her, doing God knows what as they were on the phone. Jacob always seethed with anger but cou
UnknownUnknown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She admires the damage in others
Her twisted form of jealousy.
The breaking of a heart
And the touch of a razor blade
The only true pain she has ever known.
Her heart reaches for broken souls
Taking them into her cold embrace
To amend for her sick envy...
Her guilt for being ordinary
Knows no bounds.
As she clings to injured hands
Wishing to heal them
Wanting to be like them.
Her reason for which
Is still Unknown.
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau