Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
One Month AgoOne month ago, my world stopped spinningOne Month Ago6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart kept racing, all alone
I kissed your hand, I kissed your nose
I paced for hours, in the hall
I sang beside you, all night long
Shared our stories, had some laughs
Shared our secrets, shed some tears
I saw you blink, I saw your eyes
I saw your body, but felt your soul
Your lips not moving,
I heard a whisper, heard my name
Rushed to your side, your pulse was slowing
Your mother screamed, your father cried
When we arrived, I saw you fighting
The numbers jumping, up then down
I held your hand, I watched your chest,
Rise and fall, with every breath
Could not believe, that you might die
Could not believe, you had to survive
One month ago, our world stopped spinning
Your brother said
Cant find his pulse
Could not believe, could not believe
I kissed your hand, I kissed your nose
I felt the warmth, still fading away
I felt a liquid stain my lip
It was your body
It was your soul
Your life echoed in my own
I see the world, it
Happy Birthday, MichelleThirteen years since youve been placedHappy Birthday, Michelle8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On this earth to meet your fate
Bribed with cookiessent with love
Join the dark side. Its what you dreamed of.
Come with me and lets explore
All the things you havent seen before.
On your birthday, you can fly
Drift away and touch the sky.
On a cloud, you can eat your pie
Look back on the past with a sigh.
Growing older, but still always young at heart
Journey forward and make a start.
Thirteen years have gone and pass
Teenage times are here to last
At least for a few years, that is
But it will go by in a whiz.
So Happy Birthday I give to you
May all your birthday wishes come true!
For you a cheerful person and good friend
Dont make me have to repeat this poem again!
Now remember not to trip off the stage
Maybe I should put you in a cage.
That way you can never get hurt again
Will this poem ever end?
I keep thinking of new things to add
I hope this doesnt make you mad
The First Month=====The First Month11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch you fondly, amazed at what I see,
your full of endless love, and true sincerity
I've never experienced such a beautiful sight
your charming glow bathing me in warm light
I'm overcome with joy, basking in the affectionate rays
hoping that I'm able to show you love in such ways
I hear your sweet voice whispering in my ear
my heart melts, as what you say brings out a tear
'I love you', you say, 'always and forever'
'we're going to spend the rest of our lives together'
My head spins, unable to comprehend
as I hope this moment will never end
I feel your gentle arms, reach around from behind
as you hug me tight, our bodies becoming entwined
in that instant, nothing else matters
as all the pain from before shatters
until I'm left there with you, loved, open and full of emotion
and I hand you my heart, as a sign of my devotion
I love you so much Jesse, you're the only one
it wasn't until I met you, that my life had begun
you've filled my void, and m
THE NEXT DAY...THE NEXT DAY...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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PAIRINGS: JaeJun / KhunYoung (when you think about it^^)
A/N: Another try with 2PM... This is, well... I think you'll notice what this is about... I'm pretty sure you will... oO
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THE NEXT DAY...
... JUNSU left for the studio without breakfast at 6AM. He said nothing but left a little note for his still sleeping friends.
... NICHKHUN left his room at 6:30AM to prepare breakfast. He took seven plates out of the cupboard and placed them on the table just before tears filled his eyes and he sat down staring at the white porcelain.
... JUNHO got up and tried to wake up Chansung, but the maknae refused to react on his shaking and so he went to into the bathroom, finding Junsu's note pinned on the mirror. He went into the kitchen, showing the note to Nichkhun before removing two plates back into the cupboard.
... TAECYEON left his room to wake up those who are still asleep. After he woke up Wooyoung and finally got Ch
Eternity's End - A Rakatan Novel - Chapter IEternity's End - A Rakatan Novel - Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Force Hound fell with a shudder; he stared at the fiery spires of Calister's red sun, tasting his first moment of freedom before oblivion.
The Predor scoured the point of his spear over the corpse. The Strategists at his back were already discussing about the scanty information just reported by the selkath explorer.
In the meantime the Builders' legion was spurring the slaves' hordes through the mountain pass beneath them; the sanguine rays of the dying sun barely enlightened the rugged passage and weren't warm enough for the cold-blooded warriors.
«The primitives will attack within this rotation. We make our stand here.»
The Predor turned himself to the Warlords, ending the discussion.
«What are the responses of the seers?»
Some of the Strategists stepped back, so that an ikalik priestess could come forward.
«The readings from the cruiser Tar'keran show killiks are advancing along all the northern hemispher
Train songTrain songTrain song8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusting bus shelters
a single battered car
waits at the barrier
a train is a cocoon:
both inside and outside
Here is the place
where trees blur the line
between dark brown and azure.
Reflections in the window.
Outside a tiny village station
a single bulb illuminates
a lone kiosk. Silhouette
of a dog in the back yard.
Tracing the outline of what is
no foothills or factories
block the view:
sky kisses earth
on both cheeks.
Memories buried in the soil:
pearl of great price.
left behind between
is beginning to melt
at last, tinted pink
by afternoon dust.
The window of the compartment
Water of LifeWater of Life9 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
Darth Revan: After the CreditsDarth Revan: After the Credits7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith once more, stood in the dusty hallway leading to the Grand Arena on Korriban. Next to him stood his apprentice, Bastila Shan. Revan nodded to her and she walked down the hallway and out onto the balcony. He could here her announcing to the assembled Sith Troopers and Officers. "Darth Malak is dead! Hail Darth Revan...the true Lord of the Sith!" The Sith Master pulled on his mask and he walked out onto the balcony and he raised his armored hands. Applause broke out among the assembled and the chant began "Revan, Revan" The Dark Lord could only smile behind his mask.
Korriban: Sith Academy:
Revan walked among the halls that he had not visited since his first time as a Sith Lord. Everywhere students, teachers and guards alike bowed before him. As Revan walked towards Uthar Wynn's, the old Headmaster of the Academy, he contemplated on his plans to find the True Sith and eradicate them. As he entered his new quarters, he unhooked his mask and armor and hun
Acing The NegativitronAcing The Negativitron4 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is how to beat The Negativitron on LittleBIGPlanet 2.
1: Use the Hamstertron 2000 to avoid the lasers he/it shoots & try to hit the Creature Brains on either side. "Simples" as the Meerkats from comparethemeerkat/market.com would say.
2: Now this IS a tough 1, try to stay away from The Negativitron's mouth because it has Plasma and so does the floor. Dr. Herbert Higginbotham will shoot a missile to stop the suction. Hit the Creature Brains & repeat.
3: He'll shoot lasers in a raking formation to target you and'll try to squash you with his weight. Jump over the lasers and rush to either Larry DaVinci OR Victoria Von Bathysphere when they throw a cake so you can throw it at the Creature Brains via The Grabinators.
4. Use both the Bounce Pads & the gravity to land on the last Creature Brain WITHOUT touching the Plasma & you've Ace it. You can now reap the rewards!
Microsoft WordIf my life was a Microsoft Word DocumentMicrosoft Word5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From this place.
This terrible day.
And start over.
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
SatedSated11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Sated, she said, and bowed to the grave
nodding her lips to the thin of the wind
"Now it is june. She is tired of being brave."
Always there, something of missing and him.
Aubades on morning like nebula sighs
clash with the porn star handshakes and slick lips.
Names of the angels so quick fall to rise.
Nothing to know her but broken fingertips.
She nods to the smile and turns eyes so austere.
But the rhyming part of this poem
run run she said to the boy.
run, run, auld songs, old songs.
take your helmet, take your
maybe and take your love and
the following is a
the left and
sides of my brain
there is a pool of oil
on the side of the static road
that i wore church clothes
to see and go
thE DarkNEsS Of loVeLet me tell youthE DarkNEsS Of loVe8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a Love so old
A Love so true
A Love that was never
Meant to be .
The Darkness went
Completely against his nature
To fall for her
He was harsh
He was cruel
All he did was beg
For the pain of others
But then he saw
She soaked in the
He could not help
But watch from afar
The one he felt
So strongly for
She was his
So physically different
He was Dark
She spilled the Light
He so tall
She so small
He so strong
Her just hanging on
He so thin
She was not
But she was beautiful
At least in the eyes of Darkness
The Darkness could never
Speak of his Love
The gods would punish
The Mortal girl
To punish Darkness
Darkness could not bear
To see her sad
To see her in pain
So he endured
The pain in his heart
He felt when he
Saw her happy
With another man
The Darkness longed to hold
His Mortal Love
He longed to show her
How dear she was to him
But he feared what would
Be fall her
If he did
So he s
Six WordsMy walls are ice; yours, steam.Six Words8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Should I...?Fly to the moon,Should I...?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the end of the time,
Just to see your smile.
Just to touch the sky once again
And watch stars with you,
To look into your eyes.
To touch one heart.
Not yours, not mine
To see true love.
Cause I still want to believe
In me, in you.
Believe in us.
Melt this ice in my heart.
I'm sorry but I can't.
That's all of me.
And I run
Like a wild cat.
We're drifting away.
I can't stop.
And I hide
Scared of my feelings.
I'm going to destroy myself.
Should I believe?
Should I agree?
Or just once again
I'm losing my heart.
My memories are fading away.
I've cried all of my tears.
My silent whispers
My Name Is William WIP Pt1My Name is William, not a very original name, but my parents are traditionalists, as people round here go. This is my diary, its pages are paper and I'm writing in ink. Now this probably doesn't sound that impressive to you, whoever you are, I don't know who might be reading this, but when I started, I wasn't even able to pick up a pen or touch the paper in front of me.My Name Is William WIP Pt15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm three years old, in real time that is, well, any time. Contrary to what people believe, the inhabitants of the forum don't live sped up. It's just that we can do things quickly, progressively quicker and quicker, in fact. Anyway, I was born three years ago. Though you'd probably say I wasn't really born. My parents, being second generation artificially generated intelligences or "synthetic souls" as some of the more critical members of the forum call them. In fact synthetics are now starting to outnumber humans. A few decades years after the first humans uploaded their minds onto the forum to escape the warring worl
The Plastic SoldierThe war with the aliens is lost.The Plastic Soldier8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sergeant Commander Rusty Meadows is MIA and General Georgie is SOL without his beloved commander. Meadows was the greatest of all Georgie's soldiers and without him the condition of the war will most surely turn sour. The aliens will soon come down and eat our brains, Georgie predicted, but they will eat girls' brains first because, although significantly smaller, they taste better. Georgie expressed these thoughts to his older sister Anna over a large vanilla milkshake.
"Oh yeah?" Anna began, pointing a spoon at her younger sibling, "If boys are so much smarter than girls than how come I am in second grade and you aren't even in school yet?" She thrust her spoon into her milkshake in silent victory and smiled at her brother.
Georgie watched the rain fall outside of the diner, momentarily forgetting the war, the aliens, and his missing action figure named Sergeant Commander Rusty Meadows. It was one of those rare September rains where the humidity is so