ImaginationImagination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When lacking something better to do,
The shunned child often delved into daydreams--
That beautiful, potent, mystical creature
That twists and weakens alongside caged minds.
Warm emerald eyes would peer down from high places,
And soon be accompanied by those of amber.
Blue and grey were soon to follow, watching with their freezing orbs,
And lastly a dull hazel would gaze tiredly at the dirt.
Fascinated by the many shapes they took,
I would wander into them and pretend they cared about my presence.
A flicking wrist would turn into a sword,
Never eating flesh or bone and never shedding Dragon's scales.
As a child that Dragon was a friend, anyway,
Who would give me tender kisses and pats at its appearance.
It's a shame we fear that gentle creature now...
And the sweet wind against bloody cheeks,
Unraveling dark brown ribbons as it lifts me higher--
Above the restraints of Earth and insecurities.
The protectors of Hades followed my commands,
Able to soothe and murmur untold secrets;
Fosters foreverA child asked me yesterdayFosters forever6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where people go when people die
My answers fell short at my lips
Was I to tell her that they lie
In heavy earth and rot to dust
Under grass to feed the worms
On work on strictly mental terms?
For if there were an actual place
Keep your wings and angels grace
Just give me green and burning heat
And loyal friends to push defeat
Upon those lonely hours and,
Hand me beer that I might drift
Within this hazy summer land
Again not really fitted
To that child of eleven
Then the answer flashing swift
Of course I seized on "Heaven"
The AngelAn angel painted facesThe Angel6 years ago in Other More Like This
on my wall
but nothing could beat
the most beautiful face
of them all
Nothing could detract
from that shining beauty
from that angel's lips
into an angelic kiss
if you see mister evilSay "hi" to the devil for meif you see mister evil5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell him I'm a fan
make me weep
he is indeed
the master of all
when you see him
please don't forget
to remind him
his job isn't done
i sold my soul
for perfect retribution
he promised the world
at my finger tips
but then again ...
when you see him
tell him i changed my mind
i want a refund
our contract in now null and void
i would want my soul back
his pitchforks didn't work
his threats and minions
If you see the devil
tell him I'm still standing tall
I'm still strong
WhisperNobody cares, theyWhisper6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
walk by without so much as
a whisper tonight
sleeplessI close my eyessleepless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the sandman
to lay me to this state
i want to cry
my eyes seems to
my brain in a rampage
my mind wonders off
frolicking madly in deep
i just want peace of mind
that i am really deprived
i just want
not to care
lay my self bare
and fall into the world of delight
Artemis Fowl Oneshot - OysterArtemis Fowl Oneshot - Oyster6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Full title: On the Brink of an Oyster
When Artemis turned eight, he looked at the world and was disappointed with what he saw. 'The world is your oyster and it failed to serve.'
When Artemis Fowl was three, he was dismayed to realize the preconceptions of the people around him (sticking him with imbecilic children, who do they think they are). When he turned four, he had eagerly taken in the praise and awe that his abilities had on those very same people (because you knew you deserved all of it). When he turned eight, Artemis no longer accepted that innate childish desire to please everyone and everything because he'd begun to think that he knew everything the world had to offer, and was disappointed with what he saw (the world is your oyster and it failed to serve).
When Artemis Fowl was nine-years-old, he finally learned that he knew absolutely nothing at all, and this was the period of his life that the implications of his intelligenc
Z poradnika dobrego DeviantaZ poradnika dobrego Devianta7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Z poradnika dobrego Devianta: Jak komentować?</i>
Od kiedy narodził się deviantArt (a było to7 sierpnia 2000 roku), komentarze zawsze miały w sobie coś niezwykłego. deviantArt był jedną z pierwszych tego typu organizacji poświęconych sztuce i to zobowiązuje nas do dbania o wysokie standardy tej witryny. Jako Deviant, możesz odegrać olbrzymią rolę pomagając innym artystom kształcić ich umiejętności, jak i pomóc deviantArtowi osiągnąć poziom, z którego wszyscy będziemy mogli być dumni.
A to wszystko możemy osiągnąć dzięki komentarzom.
Ok., ale jaki to ma związek ze mną? </i>
deviantArt posiada wspaniały system, który powoli traci na znaczeniu, a z tym zanika wartość właściwej krytyki i zmniejsza się zaangażowanie, z jakim artysta podchodzi do komentarza z
RemainRemain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Water trickles in,
among the weathered rocks,
and I cannot stop its coming...
I woke up from silent slumber,
the oceans ebbing lullaby of grinding earth.
Getting louder, stronger
silence of the mind,
And so I did until the waters crept in,
to softly remind me of life.
And life was realized,
Hands, arms, shoulders, back,
hips, knees, legs, feet,
Learn to crawl in sand.
Learning to walk on stones,
I learn to tread carefully.
Safe, sharp, unsure,
how much risk?
A young girl falls in love,
with anything she wants.
Flowers, birds, trees,
a beautiful ocean.
A young girl loves a man,
he hurts her regularly,
and she treads on heavy stones,
like bare feet upon the rocky shores.
A finger slides against the dam
grazing it softly
picking softly at its edges
but enough to peel it free,
and the blood rushes forward once again.
A scar forms
:EnGarde- Ch 2::EnGarde- Ch 2:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait! So that means Caleb is going to be at the club when I'm there?!" Danni giggled as she slammed the car door, making Alec gasp in alarm.
"Hey! Easy on the car," He hissed, putting his hand on the hood and rubbing it tenderly, sticking out his bottom lip. "It's okay, baby. I won't let her hurt you anymore."
"You're so lame," Danni murmured, grabbing her fencing bag.
They walked up the steps and pulled on the insanely heavy door. As it opened, air rushed into Danni's face, making her braids flutter backwards. Alec noticed her eyes widen as she saw Caleb walking out of the locker room, his mask tucked under his arm and his sabre in hand. He seemed to be in a deep conversation with the Asian man that was yelling at him at the tournament. He glanced up from their discussion and waved at Alec and his sister. The hazel-eyed boy smiled warmly and waved back, Danni in too much of a daze to respond. Her brother smirked and grabbed Danni by the arm
In Oz: FalloutIn Oz: Fallout4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Fallout
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Oh, little bird, what's happening to you after you fell right from the sky? Has the radiation above been so high that you couldn't fly anymore, and what kinda world makes an innocent girl taste your blood? Well, she seems to be alone there in the streets, maybe all the others have gone far, far away. But she's still where the heart is, in that now so strange place called home. Sky's still blue like her skirt, but the sun is shining brighter now, possibly burning each bird's wings, and there's a second invisible sun in the northeast, so: Duck and cover! Duck and cover, little girl, 'cause all things bright aren't always your friends.
01. Hunt [Fic]01. Hunt [Fic]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was the most difficult part. It was crucial to success; silence. Even the smallest scrape of his boot against the bark of the tree would alert attention, and attention was something he could not afford. There was a bear not too far ahead, a grizzly that pounded the very Earth back into place when it padded about in search for food.
Connor was perched in the crook of a branch not too far away, keeping his eyes locked on the mass of brown fur with obvious interest. He was a killer straight through, a true hunter.
Thing was, animals weren't the only things he hunted.
Connor leapt from the tree and tucked his body inwards towards his chest, still as silent as the grave even as he rolled through the snow behind the bear. Fluffy white flakes of the season sprang up around him and made it snow all over again.
The grizzly soon became the hunted the moment Connor's dagger sank true right in the base of the animal's spine, both paralyzing and instantly killing it.
There was little blood whe
Choosing The PainChoosing The Pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold me tight
Never let me go.
Erase all my pain
That I've come to know.
Show me mercy
Show my grace
Keep me in a special place.
I'm trusting you now
To trust you forever
My small amount of love
Is what I surrender.
Sanctum of Wine and ShadowSanctum of Wine and Shadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon one Night's tempest, my hunger did beckon ever darkly:
"In nomine dei Nostri Satanas Luciferi Excelsi!"
And in the perfume of immortality, I bathed deep and long ....
Within the labyrinth of melancholy, I am the black flame gleaming;
befallen in the mist when closed thine eyes
Harken thee, River's blush weeping scarlet in nocturnal ballad
In orphaned prophecy, I am the lust of sacrament —
dark enchantment wanton — Hade's syrup undressing in your soul
I have crossed oceans of time, haunted by thy gaze and lips,
lost in whispers of passion dripping like song into folding horizons
Eons spent, yet thy figure dark, I crave solemn upon Raven's call
For thou art the breath of a rose entombed in velvet-nightfall ...
'Our lives are but confessions of beasts and things forsaken;
— woven into a bloody tapestry of a Lover's fable
My wound is the requiem of the sky, the exodus of daylight
Across sanguine fields I hath sojourned, coveting winds sable
Seek you me, for
EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You (Part 2)EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You (Part 2)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and Arthur sat underneath the large willow tree that overlooked the small pond near his property, enjoying the wonderful August heat in the shade of the countless fronds.
Arthur sat leant against the base of the trunk as he read one of the many books from his personal library; one that you had tried to read earlier that morning but got too tired from walking back and forth across the pages. He read aloud so that you could hear the poems that had caught your interest earlier.
" Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar "
You loved the way he inflected his voice, relishing in the way it wavered appropriately with emotion in the middle stanzas then resonated with strength when the poem was at its climax. When Arthur finished the poem he was reading, he looked up from the worn pages and looked to where you were sitting; your bottom balancing at the top of the opened spine of the book as you looked ou
Broken Beyond RepairBroken Beyond Repair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You twisted your words
And slyly fed me each lie..
Yet you expect me to see through them all?
You expect me to know that you weren't all right
When you said you were?
I trusted you,
And I believed when you said
You were okay,
Because that's what friends do..
But you turned it against me.
You took my words
And cut me down with every retort.
You weakened me
At my Achilles heel,
My weakness that not many know of..
You knew how much I hated hurting others,
Even in the slightest bit.
Now, my soul is withered away.
Now, I don't know who to trust anymore.
Now, that kind, shy part of me is gone,
Because you just had to have your way,
And kill me in a way that no one else
You, not he, made me change.
I hope you're happy,
Because I'm broken beyond repair.
Mafia!Romano X Mafia!Reader:Divinita della Morte IMafia!Romano X Mafia!Reader:Divinita della Morte I2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Bring me down, you simpleton!" you snarled, struggling from the Brit.
"But Princess, you've worked so hard. take time to rest! ...Excuse me." He tossed you over his shoulder and forcefully brought you to your room. This day, you didn't slept. The sun had risen, your eyes didn't wanted to close, craving for more works.
You were current the head of the family and planning to retire soon. The Divinitá Della Morte Famiglia or the Gods of Death's Family, the feared organization here in Italy. All of the member of this family are all professional assassins from different countries. Messed up with them? You won't be able to run away. The Family had a top 7 elite assassins or the 7 Gods alive on Earth according to the Italian citizens. Arthur Kirkland from the United Kingdom, Alfred F. Jones from U.S.A, Mathias Kohler of Denmark, Kiku Honda of Japan, Ivan Braginski of Russia, Ludwig Beilschmidt of Germany and YOU. Your brother had been killed by the ot
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Aerial Axe Kick
Crescent Scythe DP + P
Mirage Feint QCB + P
_Sweep The Floor
_Crouching Toe Stabs
_Raging Bull Rush
Rage Trigger QCF + PP
Weapon X's Revenge
Silent Kill QCB + PP + S
Alpha: Stabbing Claws