WhispersWhispers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark you'll find
A good and honest friend of mine
He doesn't speak much
But at least he doesn't spread rumors and such
His name is Death
He'll keep your secrets
Even to your last breath
Do not be afraid
He seeks only to give you aid
Many myths about him
Only half are true
He doesn't visit on a whim
My friend is really sweet, you see
It's his job
To set others free
His name is Death
He'll keep your secrets
Even to your last breath
In the dark you'll find
A good and honest friend of mine
He doesn't speak much
But at least he doesn't spread rumors and such
By the White WolfBy the White Wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the White Wolf
She's come to me now
It's finally over
I pass into the gray
Her visage terrible and wonderful to behold
Her fur stark white
The spirit of death is she
She comes to guide my soul
What remains of me
I still my heartbeat
I quench my breath
She has marked me with the scent of death
Close your eyes and expose your neck
Let her sink her fangs into you throat
Let her bleed you of your spirit
Let her bleed you of your soul
Let her guide you into the gray
There is no family now
No pack to depend on
In the end we start our road alone
We will see the ones we love when she visits them
Stare into her eyes now
It's time to follow her
Time for the finial journey
Time for you to rest
By the White Wolf
Barboara da loverly hoarsBarboara da loverly hoars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a time there was a hoarse. This hoarses' name was Barboara Sproud. Barboara was a very pretty hoarse who liked to trot around in her Sunday lingerie everyday, lived in London.
On the house that she lived on, she lived to race to the elevator and go up top the building so show her very smexy hoarse bod for all to see! But Balto the pineapple didn't like her and called Barboara a whoarse! Which is uh...fruit slang for prostitute. Barboara was so mad that Balto would call her such a not nice word!
"Naay, Balto Naay!"
She whinnied as she leaped off the building to confront the pineapple. But what didn't ocur to Barboara was that hoarses don't fly. So she broked her legs and a week later was turned into glue. And Balto was turned into a smoothie. So the moral is that all hoarses are whoarse.
SAI reviewSAI review6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I can already hear the chorus of "WHAT, YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT PAINT TOOL SAI?!?" - NO GUYS I DIDN'T!!111!!!ONE!!!! I think I saw it mentioned a couple of days ago at Deviantart and the moment I read "it loads superfast" I knew I had to try it. And I think I am a bit in love!
SAI vs. Photoshop
Assuming you mostly use Photoshop for your digital painting, SAI has three peculiarities:
it loads instantly, because it's super light (less than 5MB when installed), so it doesn't lag
its default brushes allow color blending (putting it more in the Opencanvas/Painter league, but I'll get there in a moment)
it just does that: digital painting. I think it's important to stress this part because Photoshop's ambition basically is to be an all-encompassing graphic program. You can use it for digital painting, for photo editing, for web design, there's even some vector function if you click on the dreaded pen tool. It's great to have so many things in one place but, aside from maki
Love Reaps part 5Love Reaps part 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the hell could I dress up as?" I droned over the phone.
"Well you've always had a thing for the Reaper guy," Amber said back. "I mean it's meant to be a guy, but who really says a girl isn't the Grim Reaper. No one's ever seen him unless they're gonna die, and of course they wouldn't be able to tell you."
"You just said him?" I replied; she always likes to get her point across. But it's my job to find the flaws.
"Well it just sounds better saying ," she said hesitantly, obviously trying to rethink her words. "Just forget about and find a costume. See you at ten."
"Yea, bye," I grumbled over the line. "You were a lot of help." She laughed and hung up the phone, and I was left to try and put together a decent get-up in an hour.
I started looking through my draws, for something that I could use. Nothing, next it thought if anyone had something creepy, it would be Jordan, I slowly opened up the door of doom, a smell of what seemed to be rotting tuna filled my once blocked n
Pokepilot draftPokepilot draft2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Cimbalom and cello rendition of Lavender Town Theme plays in background. Text fades in and out saying “POKEMON BLACK AND BLUE” in some serious font. No one is in good shape except Team Rocket. Ash is tied up along with a line of several law officers in Lavender Town’s crematorium. Jesse looks intense and cold, James looks smug and cheerful, their meowth looks like an innocent animal, Pokey (Ash’s pikachu) is beaten but slowly breathing inside a small glass-like chamber and Ash is macho but shaking with fear. Cremation chambers are open and running causing everyone to sweat. Jesse begins strapping on a pair of robotic weapon arms and walking closer to Ash while Jesse tinkers with a tesla-style piece of futuristic equipment.
Ash: Glad you invited Pokey and me to fight. Hope you’re not a sore loser.
James: Oh, I’d love a rematch, but it wouldn’t be very fair, would it?
James: Maybe because you’ll be reduced to a pile of-
Unhappily in LoveI watched my love march off to war,Unhappily in Love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The image of him I did adore,
But the war in years took it's toll,
And took from my love his soul.
When love is lost and love is young
The loss is as a song unsung.
The notes in the heart will ever sound,
But never again in the world be found.
I loved my beloved from afar,
To me she was my only star.
But though I watched her she shunned me,
And now alone by myself I must be.
Slanted and slighted love brings pain,
Far more than the love unattain'.
For rejection and denial hurt not
As much as when love is left to rot.
I had thought that I was in love,
Until my love sold me like a glove.
Gave her false love to another man,
Left me to live on as best as I can.
If treason is the lowest low in Hell,
Then traitors in love are there as well.
For all those who've felt that knife,
Rest easy in what comes after life.
Me and my lovers did join in bloom,
She, a young bride and me, a young groom.
But the fires of our youth grew cold,
And our binding marriage could
Wiccan WishWiccan WishWiccan Wish10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I could make one wish,
And know that it would come true
I'd wish the whole world wiccan
So you can be a witch too.
I think wiccans get the best in life,
We also get the worst
But thats because the Christians
Rained upon our faith a curse
Common misconceptions of our faith include
Bloodletting, putting spells on men,
Riding broomsticks, eating children
And consorting with Satan
But on the inside, it's not like that,
Nothing like that at all
We're all a part of an intricate web,
A web thats called the world
We stand in circles and call to us
Energy to love and heal
We thank the lord and lady
For what we get out of this deal
We celebrate all of nature
In an intimate way,
Marking all our sabbats with
The dark of night and light of day
We see life as a circle
A never ending cycle
In death we see new beginning
Not the start of trouble
If the whole world was wiccan
More trees would be standing
Greed would almost be nonexistent
And less wars would be starting
(Make-believe) LoveDear boy-that-I-never-expected,(Make-believe) Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I wonder if I love(ed) you.
P.S. It's almost your birthday. What do you want?
Sometimes I wonder if I kissed you, would you love me.
Would you tell me the truth?
P.S. All I want is a girl who doesn't want me.
Let's be straight, boy.
If we were in love, I would've noticed by now.
P.S. Happy birthday.
You know, you told me a year ago to give up.
What does that tell you?
P.S. I'm still young.
(I make believe that we still have a chance because I'm scared to ask you if we do.)
Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film"Okay then, let me see if I follow here. You two single handedly slew thousands of royal guards-"Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Snake people disguised as guards," the Demon Hunter interjected, pointing a finger at the report. "Thousands of snake people disguised as guards."
"Fine, snake people. However, according to your Wizard friend here, you originally did not know they were snake people."
"..They wouldn't let us pass," the Demon Hunter replied, more question than statement.
"And at no point did you think to yourself, 'oh, you know what I should do? Call my superiors, maybe explore some diplomatic channels.' You guys jumped straight to ethnic cleansing," the bulbous constable replied, scowling. "This is on top of assisting a rogue Horadrim, letting Deckard Cain's niece get kidnapped, and, cherry on top, breaking every single piece of pottery from Arcanus to Caldeum."
"That last part, I didn't even want to do that. I thought breaking all the pottery was a waste of time. This one though, the bloodlu
ENVY'S LETTERS: KYUUBIRAWRZ 1ENVY'S LETTERS: KYUUBIRAWRZ 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What do you think of the other homunculi from Brotherhood? XD
Dear...KyuubiRawrz? (Kids these days and their heroin-induced names...)
THERE ARE HOMUNCULI HERE??? WHY DID NO-ONE INFORM ME OF THIS?? THAT DAMNED EDWARD ELRIC HAS BEEN HIDING THINGS FROM ME!! TELL ME WHERE THEY LIVE, AND I SHALL SEEK THEM OUT AND BECOME PART OF THEIR FAMILY!! *Happy old Envy hugs monitor in ecstasy*
THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!! Well...second...third...IT'S A HAPPY DAY!! WHAT ARE THEY LIKE, DO YOU KNOW THEM, ARE THE WOMEN...HOW DO YOU SAY..."HOT"???
Wait...THERE'S A BROTHERHOOD OF HOMUNCULI???!! MY LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE!!!!
I'm sorry, I'm just so thrilled! I never knew there were others like me in this world! This is amazing news! I must tell Edward (Green, that is), and strangle Elric for not informing me of this sooner! Why do you suppose he did that? Hmph. And
Top 100 Awesome Prussia FactsTop 100 Awesome Prussia Facts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Top 100 Awesome Prussia Facts
1. Prussia doesn't need a miracle in order to split the ocean. He just walks in and the water gets out of the way.
2. Brett Favre can throw a football over 50 yards. Prussia can throw Brett Favre even further.
3. The Prussia military unit was not used in the game Civilization 4, because a single Prussia could defeat the entire combined nations of the world in one turn.
4. Leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill 99.9 percent of germs. Prussia can kill 100 percent of whatever the hell he wants.
5. Prussia stared evil in the face, and it backed down.
6. Prussia can win a game of Trivial Pursuit with one roll of the dice, and without answering a single question... just a nod of the head.
7. When Prussia does division, there are no remainders.
8. To be or not to be? That is the question. The answer? Prussia.
9. We live in an expanding universe. All of it is trying to get away from Prussia.
10. Lightning never strikes twice in one place because Prus
DARK: OneBelow, the water seethed.DARK: One8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Icy and treacherous, I could already feel its paralyzing sting, though I had yet to make my final plunge. Around me, snow swirled wildly in the winter wind. I admit, if I were not blinded by the snow and the darkness of the late hour, I wouldnt have had the courage for such a feat. I leaned over the slick railing of the bridge and vomited. Terror? Vodka? Who could say? And what did it matter? No one but me would remember this last act, so symbolic of the frail human condition. My body ached from the cold. I was gloveless and my leather jacket was worn thin. I lay my head against the railing, and the tears that ran down my wind-burned cheeks fused me with the metal.
I considered this momentarily.
I would love to be a bridge. I would love to have a purpose so certain and so clear. I would love to be taken care of, to have my needs carefully addressed by a team of professionals- architects, welders, urban planners. When I was no longer useful, I would be ob
MyopicMyopic6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An ant ascended the first time from his hole
and saw nothing but gray,
the earth and its mysteries obscured behind a fog.
"Surely my tunnels are all the world," said he,
and returned underground,
and thought no more of it.
And this is man a hundred fold!
This is man, and this is me.
I speak of The Big Picture as what I see
in a mirror or a microscope;
I know only myself and the merest fraction
of knowledge there is to be known.
The grand tapestry of plans within plans
was not revealed to me,
I see one circumstance and declare "life is misery,"
determined to miss the splendor of a thousand miles of forest
for the decay of a single tree.
What nearsighted foolishness, to say
"The world is this," or "the world is that"
as though the world were anything but a world,
a sphere of light and shade fully owned by neither.
Let "there are no words" be words enough,
and let man's fickle tongue give no more definitions.
A philosopher descended the depths of despair,
and knew an entire universe to be
Being a WriterOn Why Being a Writer is Neither Glamorous nor ExcitingBeing a Writer4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
If you watch the blogs and various sites around the internet about writing, you've probably seen at least one list that details a few universal truths about writers, but they all pretty much boil down to several actual truths.
All writers write.
All writers procrastinate.
Writers don't actually write, because we spend all our time doing something else.
This probably explains why, in the dark hours of one of the very last days of NaNoWriMo, I'm sitting here writing this, when my NaNo is sitting in another window with a pathetic 31.8k words.
Will I finish by 11:59pm tomorrow? Probably not. Do I care? Not particularly, although I'm sure that there's probably some part of my brain, which has been hardwired in a certain way that will start seriously freaking out sometime around 5:00pm tomorrow night.
Why am I so far behind, you ask? Simple. I told myself that I was not going to do NaNo this year. I haven't written anything since Februa
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
petrichorNiobe weeps.petrichor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gold scattered rough across
cracked earth and the last
remains of summer - they fell
like leaves in the arms of the wind.
some scents cannot be captured.
the gods bleed onto rock,
and the stone sends her prayers
in return: petrichor.
listen - the heavy thud of
rain on parched ground;
the monsoon sealing life back in;
the sky bows and kisses earth.
Jedi Code, Sith CodeJedi Code:Jedi Code, Sith Code10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is The Force.
Old Sith Code:
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
New Sith Code:
There is no peace, there is anger.
There is no fear, there is power.
There is no death, there is immortality.
There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side.
I am the heart of the darkness.
I know no fear, and I instill it in my enemies.
I am the destroyer of the worlds.
I know the power of the Dark Side.
I am the fire of hate, all the universe bows before me.
I pledge myself to the Darkness, for I hav found true life in the death of the light.
[Maledetto XVI][Maledetto XVI]3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Me spiace dar notizia
de 'n falso ministero
eppure c'è davero
chi crede a 'st immondizia.
Il Papa è la letizia
de' i schiavi del suo impero
"De Cristo è il messaggero!"
Complimenti a 'sta furbizia!
Nell'occhi ha 'na malizia
che affonda tutto il clero
perverso avaro e fiero
dentr' a 'n mare de sporcizia.
Lo dico in amicizia
a chi crede a 'sto mistero:
la fede c'ha un sentiero
senza capi né milizia.
Una Chiesa d'avarizia:
er Papa è prigioniero
'Na prigione d'oro vero.
'Na prigione vitalizia.
La fede sua è fittizia
se er prete forestiero
dal reato giornaliero
nun lo dà alla giustizia.
Ve parlo de puerizia!
Se volete accenne 'n cero,
su 'a finestra o ar cimitero,
dedicatelo alla grazia
dei bambini ormai in disgrazia,
al candore passeggero
sciupato da 'sto clero,
Side Quest: Giving ThanksSide Quest: Giving Thanks1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was stupid. This whole thing was stupid; stupid and completely illogical in every sense of the word. Did Sunstorm honestly expect all the recruits to partake in this... ritual? Nighthawk hoped not. "Thank Primus for everything he's done for us." Yeah, sure, whatever. Primus and his Covenant-thumping "followers;" what had he- or they- ever done for him? Nighthawk had never believed in Primus, and he had just the same amount of ups and downs as any of his priests.
Okay, that wasn't entirely true. He knew Primus existed; that much was a proven fact. But he did not believe in him as a deity; all-knowing outside forces with the power to control anything and everything in existence was just plain ridiculous, and scientifically impossible. And the idea of worshiping it for that was just plain stupid and a waste of time, as far as he was concerned.
And yet, here he was; standin
-recc - capitolo II--recc - capitolo II-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II ivi II
Ritroso di un modello a cadere. Tutti, tutte, donne e uomini, non sono me. Anche prima mi sentivo diverso. Sapevo che c'era qualcosa di discorde. Così la penna ha cominciato ad andare da sola, perseguendo il tracciato dei miei pensieri, sfuggendo al mio controllo.
Da quando ho la certezza della mia diversità, da quando sono consapevole di appartenere ad un'altra specie ben più antica di quella umana, la mia condizione è completamente estraniata. Ascolto il sibilo dell'aria, qualcosa con cui gli umani convivono da sempre, qualcosa di talmente abitudinario da divenire sottofondo, stemperando in nulla.
La voce del silenzio, la voce del vento assente, frasi di un'altra Terra cui mi ritrovo a circumnavigare.
Percepisco le differenti sfumature del suo carattere, l'essere altro pur nell'uguaglianza. I suoi poli non sono cambiati, i continenti hanno la stessa forma familiare. Identici i mappamond
help her smileI sense the distance between ushelp her smile10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it seems my problems are our weakness
and although our love is endless
tough love is friendless
your distracted and you’ll miss it
so inverted when the kiss hit
and so my love was monotonic
cause my patience has exploded
if it’s a crush then ill twist it
corroded love is so insistent
and I am just a service
little stars filled with courage
but this isn’t, its explicit
in an instant its persistent, but I won’t bother you
I’m a coward or I wish you’d choose..
empowered but I’m missing too..
Love of my life, I’d recite a rhyme
whether its korny or off-time
exclusively in love with you
transition through the sun to
witness to everyone.
and it’s hard..
because honey it’s been a while
and I saw my muse today
in a file I saved…
Happiness was it’s name.