Immortal timesomething deep,Immortal time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hear the tick of eternity,
The tock of an eon passed.
In a time back then,
Before I had these skills,
The flux of time not bothering,
Or trying to take away my thrills.
Another second passed,
Again a minute is wasted,
Face of the clock staring me down,
Laughing at me as demise I tasted.
Panic consuming me,
The ticking growing faster,
Realizing what I must do,
The total feeling of rapture.
Picking up a pencil,
No longer wasting time,
Making a place without a clock,
Creating a world totally mine.
adversityfaith without challenge is not faithadversity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love without tension is a wraith
of a ghost of a passion, untested.
I am pale and sick and lay alone,
but you have sworn greater stand
and I will lay alone in your name.
be well and strong, hurry back,
but do not short shrift that which requires
your attention and your focus.
I will wait, I promised. I do not wait
to keep the promise, but I promised
so you would know that I would wait.
patiently? as best as I can, like a man
who has tasted honey and then has none.
but content the feast will return.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
FaithThough the sky may beFaith4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
black with storm clouds, I still see
the blue of morning.
Apologies and Mistakes Ch4Chapter 4: Friends and EnemiesApologies and Mistakes Ch44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The leader of the Dai Li entered Azula's tent and bowed in respect, his forehead touching the floor. "Is everything going according to plan?" she said. "Yes. It wasn't easy but we recruited the rest of the Dai Li agents and we have a total of 10" he replied. "Excellent, get ready to attack the prison tower, I want my father out of there" she said calmly while in a meditating pose. "Of course princess" and with that he left.
She looked down at her maps; they were a little outdated but it's all she got. She had heard rumours of Katara living at the palace. A smile found her face, what better way to get revenge but to destroy the very people who imprisoned her in the first place. And she didn't have to search much for her either. "Stupid move, waterbender" she whispered to herself then chuckled.
She had lost most of her sanity by now, but if there was one thing that she had time to do in prison is to plan her revenge. This time she wasn't going to fa
I Think You're Sort Of...The light bounced off her features, as her long slender legs bounced up the stairs of her high school. She was only 16 but some how had managed to win the states modelling championships and would be heading off to start her new career as soon as she finished year 11. Her parents thought it was a waste of her talent, but really she couldn't help it that she was blessed with beauty and brains.I Think You're Sort Of...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small gust of wind crept past lifting her dress somewhat. The boys would stare and point at her from afar, but nobody had the guts to come and talk to her. It wasn't her fault she had better then average looks. Really all she wanted was a boyfriend, a nice one at that. Nobody would take the chance. The fear of being rejected kept her alone. The other girls didn't want to speak to her and the only friends she had managed to get, were so jealous of her stealing away the modelling contract that they too had no time for her.
She headed towards her class, looking down to avoid the other students eyes.
No Unwounded SoldiersNo Unwounded Soldiers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
While sitting on the ledge of a ten-story insurance building, Bardak looked at the city for anything suspicious. Suddenly, he notices multiple fireworks going off in the sky a few miles from his location. He immediately got up and jumped off the ledge and began jumping from rooftop to rooftop until he reached the location of the fireworks launch site. He stopped on the rooftop of a small medical building and saw more fireworks going off in front of the Angel Falls Museum. He noticed it was the museum workers who were setting off the fireworks as method of attraction to their new exhibit, the World War II exhibit. Bardak felt intrigued and decided to attend the exhibit and learn about the ancient event of World War II. He transported back to his ship to change into his casual clothes. After changing and getting whatever provisions he needed, he transported back to the museum and went inside to purchase his ticket. Meanwhile....
It always puzzled Olga as she looked at anything related to
Request- Movie Night Tryan and Kikio sit in Kikio's apartment, late Saturday night, getting ready for a movie marathon. They had several movies to watch, including a horror and a romance.Request- Movie Night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's put the horror in first!" Kikio told Tyran.
The horror movie was about a vicious, demented ax murderer. The movie came to a point where the ax murderer had a woman cornered. The killer swung the ax. Kikio screamed, held Tyran's arm tight, and buried her face in his neck. Tyran blushed bright red.
"K-K-Kikio!" he said nervously,"It's okay.Calm down."
He pointed at the screen. The hero of the movie had busted the ax murderer over the head with a lead pipe. The ax murderer lay dead on the ground, bleeding profusely from the top of the head. The hero and damsel-in-distress kissed.
"Reminds me of the time you saved me, Tyran!" Kikio said, then kissed Tyran on the cheek. Tyran blushed and giggled nervou
White Sunday 64: the paththe path.White Sunday 64: the path4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long and exquisitely complicated.
more than a few
stones out of place.
like that road in Morgantown
they made during the WPA
a road of bricks
now impossible to ride over
without ripping out your axles.
I want to be able to take my time
and find a way
to travel that path.
picking through the yellow bricks
and the dead end mazes.
I want to find my way to you.
you asked me to do that.
I promised you I would.
I never want to break a promise
Too many have.
I would be unique.
I would be the one who walked
when others crawled away
crying "it's so hard to love you"
and blaming you for their cowardice.
I want to be there.
Even if, in the end,
you don't show up
to watch me break the ribbon.
My feet twisted and aching
but my soul resolute.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
White Sunday 57I'll wait for you on the cusp of the night,White Sunday 574 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
see you walk between shadows and the day.
I'll lay with you with passionate delight,
at the dawn, if you'll have me, I will stay.
Often lovers lie even with that word,
blaspheming for a solitary touch.
I am not here for purpose you've not heard
from my lips, testament of just how much
I want to linger into the light, days
becoming nights, becoming years and life.
I want to know you in all earthly ways,
embrace you in the manner of a wife.
And all of this is but one moment's thought,
but one that I know will not be forgot.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Apologies and Mistakes Ch3Chapter 3: Mixed EmotionsApologies and Mistakes Ch34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Katara walked back to zuko in their bedroom, all her emotions vanished.
Except for love. Love for her firelord.
Zuko was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand supporting his head. He looked up, the sight of Katara made him smile. She could see how much he loved her in his golden eyes. He approached her and kissed her, his hot lips on hers. He moved towards the bed and took off his clothes, exposing his toned back and muscles. Katara bit her lip, and joined him by taking her clothes off as well. It was late and the royal couple was tired. He turned his head slightly to enjoy the sight. She laughed softly.
He then slipped into bed and she followed him. He held her in his arms and she enjoyed being held by him, she was safe. Zuko kissed her neck and said goodnight. Katara closed her eyes "I love you" and they drifted into sleep.
Zuko groaned, he was kept turning from side to side. Katara woke up and looked at him not another nightmare?
Letting GoRunning from the dark, but not towards the light.Letting Go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stretching out my arm, but still losing the fight,
Feeling my stride, it is not with out my pride
My insides are torn, my body is worn.
Asking when, will I see your face again..
Misunderstood fate, still waiting at the gate.
Understanding rejection, you'll never get perfection.
Stupid bend, oh the time I will spend.
The tears that fly, I stare at that beautiful sky,
The clouds roll by, I wave a sad goodbye.
My mind remains stuck, guess I'm out of luck,
Called you a friend, my being refuses to mend.
Moving on, The pain is almost gone,
Another comes along, the feelings just weren't that strong.
Feeling depressed, Don't know why but severely stressed.
My final conclusion, dying alone is my only resolution.
lighthouseI want to be your lighthouselighthouse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to stand alone
in the darkest storms that threaten
to break your every bone
and throw you up upon the reefs
your sails all ripped to shred
I want to be your lighthouse
and defy the raging dread
of the past and all its thunder
the liars and the lost
who just wanted to be with you
no matter what the cost
to your vanity and sanity
your sanctity and joy
crushing you beneath their fury
like a child's ocean liner toy.
I want to be your lighthouse.
I want to stand for you
I want to be held aloft the light
that you can follow, to get through.
I want to be your lighthouse.
I want to be relief
from the terrors that consume
your sleep in black and burning grief.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
A Collection of Moments Ch 10Everyone was curious when Optimus Prime called a meeting in the Rec Room which they all had to attend. Even the Dinobots were sitting in a corner, arms folded and looking bored. Skyfire sat in another corner, holding his excited Sparkling who was still receiving attention from various Femmes.A Collection of Moments Ch 104 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Any idea what this is about?" he politely asked a Femme called Moonracer who was cooing to Icefire.
"Not sure but I heard its good news," she said softly back.
Suddenly Optimus cleared his throat and the buzz of chatter died down.
The Prime and his mate were standing in front of the TV which was a good place to stand as everyone could see them. To one side, Ironhide was sitting with Chromia sprawled in his lap, both wearing big grins. Skyfire noted that Ratchet was near the couple and looking slightly grumpy.
"Thank you all for coming," Optimus began, his optics twinkling as the Dinobots huffed, as though they had far more important things they could be doing.
"We have a very special announcement
leaving behindleaving behindleaving behind4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
not much more than dust
the crust of yesterday's bread
and all that was said
but never really relied on
I tried on
a couple of different hats
but you skin enough cats
and all that's left is kitty litter
I'm not bitter
because that's how I got here
and here is pretty damn good
from where I sit
ask me in a few days
and see if the haze has reconciled
to a wild child
or a roadkill
a question of will
a question of passion
that will fashion the next apocalypsis
in a form warm or colding
I'm not folding
because I drew the queen of hearts
and that's a pretty good start
part and parcel
a morsel becomes a feast
and the hunting cats are released
to fend for themselves
on the scattered tattered shattered shelves
when I should have left them
and now have.
the acceleration constant
in an instant
and I am gated
into the Haily Mary slipstream
where every dream
so I will confound
with a sound
like a song of the night
into a light
to a child molestorfestering in the shadowsto a child molestor4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we all have our bends and twists
but to take them out on children
makes me want to use my fists
and smash you, trash you, crash you,
break you down to my rage.
better you should have taken
your own life than put a child in the cage
where they will suffer, all their days,
of the memories of your disease.
friend and family, loves to come
will have to shoulder your sleaze
and carry the burden you could not,
seek to heal wounds of your festering rot.
William F. DeVault. all rights removed.
Jonathan's Wedding - Part 1Phineas and Ferb Jonathan's WeddingJonathan's Wedding - Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
PART 1 MORNING MEMORIES
(One year had passed since Jonathan proposed to Joanna. Plans were made, guests were invited, and everything was just about ready. Then came the wedding day itself.)
For as long as I can remember, Joanna and I had been best friends, much like how my parents started off many years ago. And now it came to this by the end of the day we would be known as Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Flynn. But it still hadn't quite hit me yet.
I stood in front of the mirror in my old bedroom (I moved out just a few months ago), trying hard to keep my face in a straight line while practising a few lines that I would recite during the ceremony and reception. At the same time, I was also trying to adjust the collar on my jet-black suit.
I heard a knock on the bedroom door, and a voice calling out: "Jonathan? It's Dad. Can I come in?"
"Yes please," I replied, "I'll need a bit of help with my suit."
The door opened and Dad walk
White Sunday 71: crestingI will never doubt your sweet elegance,White Sunday 71: cresting4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the grace embraced without a trace of doubt.
I find myself elevated by chance,
a random encounter with life, about
which I had no hope or dream so sublime.
Stay with me for as long as I please you
and I will bend the course of life and time
that I linger long enough to speak true
the words of infinite amomancies.
You are Aphrodite and fates reborn,
the soul of an innocent, if you please,
and the promise of love given and sworn.
I will surrender all I am and more,
a beggar's purse to rise where angels soar.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Song of the Fallen CelestialListen to my song carried on the windSong of the Fallen Celestial4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Over mountain and plain to the land of gods
Calling to the stars on their lofty throne:
Please remember your kin and what I once was
I once stood in joyful attendance
To the rulers of the heavenly sphere
Shackled to this cold, unyielding earth
I stir the ashes with spilling tears
Will I never feel your welcoming embrace
And will I never see that shining land again?
Fallen through a tragedy I cannot conceive
I wander in the moonlight and sing this refrain:
Hear my mournful prayer as I raise it up
From the face of the earth to the midnight sky
I recall a time when I was like you -
Now I weep for my fate and I wonder why
I seek out the secret roads of heaven
The path of constellations that will lead
To the halls of peerless beauty
Where my wandering soul may be free
There you all will stand, resplendent before me
Clothed in gold and holding out your arms
Jubilant that your lost child has returned
I hold the thought close and wait for that time.
"Hair"some CrossoverThe silver-haired wandered indecisively through the various shelf rows. His strands partially hung down in his eyes and the rest of his hair felt loose over his shoulders and his back. Normally, he wouldn't go out like this, but he had to. But actually, all this could be blamed on Katsuya. He discarded irritated the hair out of his eyes, just for them to fall back into them. Yesterday, the blue-haired, in an attack of passion, tore his hair tie and the hairgrips were thrown somewhere. In the morning it emerged that it was the last hair tie and 'somewhere' was somewhere in the stream, possibly already in the ocean. He sighed and grazed further through the shelf rows; searching for replacements for both."Hair"some Crossover4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the same time, a young man with peak ears also wandered through the same store. He had pulled down a woolen hat over his ears and hid all his hair under it. To him it was a scandal to leave the house like this. This hat wouldn't fit to the rest of his outer appearance. It perched badl
UnconditionalUnconditional3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“There's nothing wrong with you baby.”
“Then why do they all pick on me?!”
“They just don't know any better.”
“Well can't someone enlighten them?! I'm sick of living like this!”
“It doesn't matter what they think sweetheart.”
“I know! I don't know why I still care but...”
“I promise you, it'll get better.”
“How do you know...?”
“Look at me baby.”
“You're perfect just the way you are.”
“There's got to be something wrong with me...”
“No baby. Who you love is your business, and it's not a decision you can make. It's made for you when you're born, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're no different from anyone else. You're beautiful and perfect just the way you are, and I will always love you. I promise.”
“Do...do you really mean that...?”
“With all my heart.”
Realisation"So let me get this right" TJ sighed as she sat up from the sofa, looking at her friend in the eyes, who was trying very hard to avoid looking back at her. "He uses you as a punch bag, is a total control freak and completely forgets that he has a daughter and only wants to accomplish his own needs, but you still want your daughter to continue seeing him?" she asked in complete disbelief "Oh what a lovely atmosphere that must be." She ended in sarcasm.Realisation4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You don't get it, true he is the worst guy I've meet but Jodie still needs her farther" Ren justified, but winced at the ice cold glare she had received, when back in the day, she could have possibly out done the glare by not even trying. Why was it so hard for people to see that?
"Yhea because that's normal to let your children near you're abusive partner. No sorry husband. Forgot you two were still married" TJ sneered, "Ignorance is a bliss aye"
"Why are you so bitter?" Ren asked quietly. There was only a chilling silence to
the precipice as poemWhat are you doing?the precipice as poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The questioner looked
the direction I was staring.
He could see the salt flats
run almost to the horizon,
ending in a precipice,
rocky and harsh.
Contemplating what, the fall?
No, the run
exasperated that he was interrupting my focus.
The sun had just risen,
The 2,370th time
I had seen my shadow
as the sun rose higher in the sky.
The questioner looked at me.
You don't look ready to run that far
His eyes narrowed
as he surveyed the scene,
of the fact
that I was still rooted
where he had found me,
where I had been for years,
contemplating the run.
I replied, softly.
I thought I was ready
but the mirage had dissipated
and I had,
after a brief sprint,
walked back to the very spot
where I'd began,
and taken up my vigil,
And what will you do when you reach the precipice
2. LoveOur love is...2. Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
more than complicated.
Mine has never failed,
yours has simply changed;
we drifted apart quickly
then slowly fell back together,
neither of us really knowing how.
How doesn't really matter,
what truly does is where we are
and where we are going.
I really think that's somewhere
because you really are
everything I've ever wanted
and I can only hope
you're feeling this, too.
I don't know if it's forever,
if it's not I'll be fine,
but what I do truly know is,
this is love, without a doubt,
and if we aren't
meant to be together,
I'll always have that feeling
to remember how great
things once were.
(Hope for the best,
prepare for the worst)
The Fountain Part 14Sparrow sighed, at least an end was in sight. Reaver had taken his three prizes back to the mansion. Sparrow decided to stay at the bar, no sense over-hearing Reaver's name over, and over, and over again. Sparrow slapped the mental image out of his head before it could even appear. He downed another rum and closed his eyes as the warmth spread throughout his throat. "There's far too many people here for that." He didn't need to open his eyes, he was already fully aware of the assassin that had tried to creep up behind him. Sparrow heard the assassin release his grip on his dagger. The assassin sat in the stool next to Sparrow.The Fountain Part 145 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Clearly, you do not know Bloodstone at all." The assassin nonchalantly drew his pistol and set it on the counter, pointed at Sparrow's chest. The barkeeper barely reacted; he simply sighed, grabbed a rag encrusted with blood stains, and threw it onto his shoulder. The assassin was considerably younger than the others Sparrow had grown accustomed to seeing. He wo