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Silent HillWelcome to the pain,Silent Hill3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The rage, the hate.
Welcome to your destiny,
Your despair, your fate
Welcome to the fog,
The blood, the rust.
Now it's time to face your sins,
Your misdeeds, your mistrust.
Welcome to the siren,
The wails, the screams.
The monsters you now see
Are from your nightmares, your dreams.
Welcome to your terror,
Your sorrow, your dismay.
Welcome to Silent Hill.
Please enjoy your stay.
SurvivalSurvival.Survival3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
Empty LoveFirst time I saw your faceEmpty Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
swept me off my feet,
you were so sweet
it made me gaze.
But then there was shame,
I felt the guilt
for the thoughts I built,
you'd never feel the same.
Eight years have past
and seeing you every day
made me realize I'm gay
'cause all the feelings still last.
It made me love you even more,
although every look of you
makes me feel erring and blue,
you're the one I live for.
dust-centred bones she can'tdust-centred bones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
say she holds
the world on her
drags her down
like nothing else:
until she thinks
blasphemyin a Heaven no grander than a forest, He sat upon a throne weaved of ivy and wild roses; it was there He first touched the Universe, and it was there He came to find the thriving rock He named earth. absent lives were flitting about in oceans deep and dark, and He sought to make company, entertainment, using His vast power to manipulate these beings' path. they grew until they resembled His intention, but before the first man thought of the savannah's cruelty or had any thought besides instinct, angels were birthed of the Lord's passing thoughtsblasphemy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He would breathe and exhale
lights that cuddled like sweet birds,
tucked close for warmth in a simple
nest draped with their brothers' down
feathers and cotton brought up from earth;
amongst the soft glow of each new ideal
came a pop like an ember cracking this one
was weakly lit and stuttered its first words
in a hoarse chirp (humanity, love) before it came
to still with its slumbering companions.
in the evening, the lights
When You Get a ReviewWhat do the following words all have in common?When You Get a Review2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
If you guessed names I’ve been called after reviewing someone’s work, you’d be right!
When I first joined the online writing community nearly two years ago, I was terribly shy and I didn’t really review anyone’s work because I didn’t want to ruffle anyone’s feathers. Well, that, and I had a hard time finding anything of substance to critique…If I could find far more errors to criticize than good stuff to praise, I didn’t even bother commenting because I just didn’t have time in my life to get a young writer up to speed.
But as I grew more comfortable in the community, and I started to find writers who exhibited potential, I started to review people’s works. I followed the same etiquette as I did in my creative writing workshops: I praised the good traits of the text before I segued into the things I thought t
Exhume and InhaleI have tasted God, he tasted of sweet wineExhume and Inhale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and sandalwood, the deep forest you lay down
in the moss and twigs, scattered like finger-bones,
your spine ripped out, curved like a bow.
I couldn't find your heart, trembling
against the opened cage of your ribs,
under the gently speaking rustle,
leaves unfurling, the dance of sunlight
slinking between your vertebrae:
piccolo skims and birchskin shaves.
I fled. Your right shoulder blade beckoned still,
unfolding like the slow feathers of a wing,
your wrist flung out, palm
up, gasped my name,
but I could not stay, only
strained your skin with oleander tea,
drifted, drifted with the tumbleweed,
the blind breath of the wind:
and I had tasted God, birdsong on my tongue,
soaring, sweeping, sweet and free.
Medley of a Flawed HumanIn the few occasionsMedley of a Flawed Human9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my senses snap back
and good vs evil tugs at my heart.
I sit, think and sigh,
guilt is overwhelming and
shouldn't be felt
I already realize,
I couldn't be more flawed if I wished.
If I lose an atom for every lie told,
I'll mostly be a speck of dust, aimlessly
wandering a world of fiction I strived to build
My perfection is an illusion, and reality
runs by as a mere blur.
And I wonder if,
I'll be pushed through a stake
when the truth is told out loud.
Forgiveness won't be a choice,
they'll demand the demon to be sent back to hell.
I simply ask you to bury my bones,
and write he's finally found peace
over my lifeless tomb.
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you
Stain(s)coffee stains relocate thoughts,Stain(s)10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a spoonful of regrets poised over a black pit
of ten moves and fifteen years of next time,
this time, some time.
she indulges the swamp-thick mocha,
attempts to sweeten it with fresh cream,
white introspection, cinnamon perspective.
the first time she drank, she grew older.
a foot taller changes the way you wash stains,
she thought of the first time she drank
and the first time she indulged her own black
swamp desires and mucked them with fresh cream.
she thought of the first time
someone else made her drink
ASK the ARTIST Interview - ZombiesmileASK the ARTIST Interview - Zombiesmile3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with Zombiesmile
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Zombiesmile, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Zombiesmile.
Hi, thanks for having me! :3
* Zombiesmile is super excited, oh god! * -*;
~rankirubai asks "In what ways has Shaun helped your art and creativity improve? What kinds of insights on art, character design, storytelling, etc has he given you?"
Before I met Shaun (`endling) I was pretty much on my own when it came to art, looking things up and reading tutorials etc. It's been really hard sometimes.
Nowadays, he's the person I talk to all the time, discussing art and stories and games and such. it's really important to me to have another opinion on my work, especially from someone
I am who I amI am who I am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am who I am,
for what I do,
for what I can,
and nobody is ever gonna take away,
what I accomplished,
what I learned,
and what I dream.
I am who I am,
because I freaking went out,
into the big wide world,
and lived my dream,
the way I wanted to.
.. and nobody is ever gonna take away,
the real me.
Whatever society thinks,
whatever people are gonna tell me,
I am beautiful for who I am ,
and I'm gonna enjoy this life as much as I can,
because we only have one chance.
The Birthday Gift- Hetaloid!Canada x Male!ReaderThe Birthday Gift- Hetaloid!Canada x Male!ReaderThe Birthday Gift- Hetaloid!Canada x Male!Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Wake the Canadian!
Your Hetaloid was the adorable Canadian, Matthew Williams! You couldn't help but squeal, earning a weird look from Kirsty. Looking at her, "Hey, don't look at me like that. You already knew I loved him." She sighed, and then giggled as she looked at (best friend name), "We'll just leave you be then, YOU BETTER SKYPE US OR GOD HELP YOU." She then dragged your best friend out and shut the door. "Now...How do we wake you up?" You mumbled softly, looking back at the manual. You looked through it before seeing something.
How to wake up your Hetaloid
It depends on the character, or Hetaloid, and in which this Hetaloid is Canada. In order to wake him up, make pancakes and add maple syrup to it. Hand him the plate and say; "I made you some pancakes, Matthew." WARNING: If said in a harsh voice it may attract a 2P! Side effect.
The rest just said stuff that you didn't really care about, and you closed the manual. "Well.
ItIt is your worse enemy,It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hate, your darkness.
It knows your darkest deed
And will use it against you.
It knows every fear,
Your phobias, your nightmares.
It will use this hunt you down
And in the end destroy you.
It is relentless in its hunt,
It'll do what ever it takes
To forever have your soul.
It can take form of any fear.
It can be anything your nightmares hold.
It has an appetite that cannot be fulfilled.
It is hunting you now.
The Curse of the New HeartThe events that took place on the roof were still a bit of a blur to Sherlock. He could remember his fear, the hopelessness that had engulfed him as he called John to say goodbye. He fell, and everything turned black. Then he woke up.The Curse of the New Heart2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few days had been worse than his panic in Dartmoor. He had found himself alone in an old sewer tunnel, lost and without his phone. All he had was his blood stained clothes and a pocket watch.
He was unscathed, but everything felt off. His mind was working faster than ever, but at the same time he did not feel overwhelmed. At least not by the work. The new, random, impossible information flooding his head was the problem. He could not believe it, the whispers that he was not human, but an alien from a planet galaxies away.
Sherlock had wondered if he was in some sort of afterlife, despite his disbelief of such a thing.
The whole idea of life after death was to comfort those who needed it, and so he discarded that theory.
There was a simple test, b
Returning HomeThe Tardis flew through the vortex and Sherlock tapped lightly at the control panel. “Have you ever reunited with someone after disappearing for years?” He asked abruptly.Returning Home2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Doctor looked up from his side of the controls and replied, “I have disappeared for centuries. You are wonder about the best way to tell John that your alive, aren't you?”
Sherlock nodded and the Doctor smiled, “One time I disappeared for two years and reintroduced my self by jumping out of a cake at my friend’s stag party.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Sherlock replied with feigned interest.
The Tardis landed with its usual ‘vworps’ and Sherlock turned on the cloaking device. “Can I do this alone?” he requested.
“Of course. You have been doing a lot alone of late.”
Sherlock stepped out of the Tardis into a dimly lit office. He nervously paced around the room wishing he had his violin. His brother’s voice could be
Defense of Modern SonicDefense of Modern Sonic, Sega, and Sonic TeamDefense of Modern Sonic7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A while back, when looking for Sonic art, I came across a now popular piece of Classic-Sonic fanart. The picture itself was very well done. The glow looked realistic, and the colors on Sonic, Tails, and the environment really matched the bright yellow glow of the sunlight. As someone who has played the Sonic games since late-1991 to early-1992, Classic Sonic brings back memories and nostalgia when Sonic was at its peak in popularity.
Unfortunately, that pic is not in my favorites and very likely will never be placed there. The sole reason is the rant in the Artist's Comments section, which, to me, features nothing more than pointless bashing of Modern Sonic, Sega, and Sonic Team. Bashing that I felt REALLY spoiled the beauty of the pic.
Sadly, I continue to see all this bashing, disrespect, and nitpicking of (many) Modern Sonic games and ideas. It's not just here on DeviantArt, but in other sites like Fanfiction.
Cabin Pressure - Norfolk"Good day to you, my dear Company of Cretins upon this fine and sunny summer morn. Attend. We have a-"Cabin Pressure - Norfolk4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Carolyn Knapp-Shappey tailed off, mildly affronted. When you stride purposefully into a room and start dramatically reeling off instructions, it generally throws you off your stride rather to discover that the room is in fact unoccupied.
A brief foray into the galley, the passenger area and the hold all revealed them to be empty.
This did not make Carolyn happy . . .
She eventually discovered her male colleagues outside the plane, sitting in the shade of the wing.
Arthur was sat in his shirtsleeves, drawing bunny rabbits on the runway in chalk; Carolyn made a mental note to tell him that rabbits only had two ears, not three. Martin had removed his jacket, tie and socks, had rolled his trousers up and was re-reading Principles of Climatology for Pilots for what had to be the millionth time. Douglas was lying there, ankles neatly crossed with his hat pulled over his face, looking
BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of YouOctober 31, Halloween. Just another day, another empty date in the calendar. All days were the same since Sherlock had died. John woke up, took a shower, went to work, returned from work, sat idly while staring blankly at the wall, took shower again, went to bed. Stuck in a loop. Dull, tedious, predictable, unbearable.BBC Sherlock: The Ghost of You3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The stupor and ennui weren't all that bad, though. They helped John to distance himself, to switch his mind off, not to think about what he had lost and how hollow, how broken he felt. Nothing could change his miserable state. His friends' efforts to help him move on were all in vain. John noticed the grinning jack-o'-lantern that Mrs Hudson had put on the table in the faint hope to cheer him up, but the doctor didn't care. Not anymore. He closed his eyes slowly, sinking in Sherlock's armchair. Oh God, how he missed him...
He still could hear Sherlock in his head. The man's deep voice, magnetic eyes, distracting cheekbones, his lean figure, his dark, curly hair
A night of blue flames.A night of blue flames.A night of blue flames.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ichigo made his way
home after a long stressful day at school. Orihime got confused
between hazelnut chocolate spread and normal, Ishida had given him a
lecture on him day dreaming again ,and the day had been
well...boring. No hollows were seen throughout the whole day, not
So he couldn't help but
let himself drift into yet another daydream whilst he walked.
“this was just to
easy”, Grimmjow thought to himself, as he watched Ichigo walk down
the street from a lamp post he was perched on. The teen seemed to be
lost in thought, because when ever he was, he got a crease just at
the bridge of his nose, and ichigo must be in deep thought the espada
mused, as he wouldn't normally be able to get this close without
ichigo sensing his reiatsu.
Grimmjow decided to
test his luck and moved closer...
Itchigo was lost in
thought when he suddenly heard a deep voice right next to his ear.
“ Why hey there,
strawberry” Grimmjow said in a dark and
SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying.Sacrifice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.
The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with fear in her eyes on the red-haired man. The man didn't expect her to co-operate that soon; he leaned in his seat and crossed his arms.
"So you are the sacrificial lamb" he laughed. "I will never understand these peasants. I won't stop killing them, even if they bring me all their beautiful women they have. Village after village, town after town...I
Ask Fairytail Part 1!Ask Fairytail Part 1!2 years ago in Humor More Like This
ASK FAIRY TAIL FIRST PART !
Like so many comment my first intruduce of this funny thing , I wanted to continue and make the first part so fast I saw all the amazing Comments !!
I still call it .. : " ASK FAIRY TAIL ! "
Well .. let see what you guys comment and what I used!
Oh! I almost forgot .. I don't own Fairy Tail , HIRO MASHIMA does,
BUT! I OWN this ONE and ALSO the EVIL PLANS I have :iconplanningplz: Moohaha!
Anyway .. Let's start !
Me: *walks in* YO YO CROWD!! IT'S B E LL E !! *hipster dance*
Crowd: *stare on me* *silent*
Me: *pout* *stop dance* Mou! You are not even fun ! Let's welcome the characters instead , that's why you are here , in the first place..
Vijeeter: Dance is L o v e ~
Me: *stare on Vijeeter* Who are you agian?
Fairy Tail Guild: *facepalm* THAT IS A CHARACTER FROM OUR GUILD ISABELLE!!!
Me: O.O! OH RIGHT! THAT DANCER GUY !!! YO YOUGA GUY!! *waves*
Vijeeter: ... *runs off* MAAAAAAAAAAMA!!!