Faithless FlameAs a fire does burn
Deep into the night
Away the flames fly
In a fearless flight
The flames burn strong
Of light and heat
Glowing with life
Yet dead in defeat
Feeding on a log
Taunt and tame
A lifeless soul
A faithless flame
I look into the flame
I see what appears to be
The past of a dream
The meaning of me
I look at the coals
A glowing sensation
looking at my past
Of tainted temptation
The flames are dying
As the night grows old
I see the flames suffering
As I feel around me the cold
I close my eyes once more
Feeling again of shame
What has died away in front of me
Is the faithless flame
I face the cold once more
No warmth, no light
I continue to walk south and east
Facing the fearless flight
Roam into cold and dark
Fight through your vain
Stay on the narrow path
And avoid the faithless flame
Mommy doesn't knowMommy doesn't know.Mommy doesn't know1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy doesn't know this
Mommy doesn't know that
Mommy doesn't know that she makes me feel like a monster
Mommy doesn't know how mad I am at her
Mommy doesn't know that I can snap too
Mommy doesn't know that makes me feel ugly
Mommy doesn't know it but she makes me feel fat
She says "I'm putting you on a diet"
She says "We need to go buy you bigger pants"
She says " you have enormous hands"
Mommy is thin
looks 19 but is 35
People think at first
Some way wonder about me
"What happened to her"
They might think
"Her older sister?"
Mommy makes me feel like a mindless slave
Mommy is somewhat carefree
I got a C on a history quiz
Mommy said "it's better than an F"
That made me upset
Does mommy even care?
She says "maybe you didn't study hard enough"
Sorry I'm not thinner
Sorry I don't hate chocolates like you
Sorry I watch cartoons instead Teen Mom
Sorry I do
Equine VampirisThe morning sun broke over the hills surrounding Ponyville, casting long shadows over the small town. The birds, which were usually vocal in praising the dawn, were strangely silent this particular morning.Equine Vampiris2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Near the centre of town sat a large tree. It had originally been the town hall during Ponyville's early years. More recently, however, the tree house had become Ponyville's library. It was a place of peace in times of trouble and much to the residents' dismay, it was often damaged. The tree was bathed in the golden light of the morn, making the frost on the leaves sparkle like the stars. These were the same stars that the tree house's sole occupant, the unicorn Twilight Sparkle, had spent most of the night gazing at. Twilight turned over as the sunlight filled the room, trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep before she had to begin repairs on the hole in the ceiling that Twilight's Pegasus friend Rainbow Dash had made the day before. Normally she would have fixed it
Lesbian.I chose this life.Lesbian.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I chose to set myself up as an Outcast.
I chose to hear my best friends
Tell me that I am going to hell.
I chose to hear the words Dyke and Faggot
Spat through scornful lips in my direction.
I chose to lose the love of my Family.
To hear them say that I was sick.
That I was wrong.
I chose to place the dreams
Of marrying the person I love
In a file marked as classified
By popular demand.
I chose to have the doors of my church
Slammed in my face
Because apparently, I am the exception to
"Love your fellow man."
I chose to be chastised
For holding hands in public.
I chose to look over my shoulder
At every corner
Afraid for my life simply because
I fell in love.
I chose this life.
I chose to be a Lesbian.
MusicI hope your music can fillMusic1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The void in your chest
Where you told me your heart
Used to be
I hope it flows from your ears
Into your veins
Through your heart
To your brain and around again
Until your very footsteps
Pounding out the pavement
Seem to speak of its rhythm
I hope you tap out the rat tat ta
Of it's addictive beat
While you smoke in the streets
And that in the shapes you make
You see something that makes you happy
I hope all this happens
Because you once told me
Music always makes you happy
And I'm so sorry that I can't do that anymore.
How to Write a Proper CritiqueIts my personal opinion that deviantART has a pretty good critique system, but what good is a wonderful critique system if you dont know how to write a proper critique? Most of the critiques Ive seen around here have been pretty good, but heres a guide that I came up with just in case you need a little help. =]How to Write a Proper Critique4 years ago in Art Features More Like This
Dont forget to take this article with a grain of salt.
The DosUseful informationWhat the artist has done rightWhat the artist has done wrongHow to improve
A critique should be useful.
A critique should provide useful feedback on the piece thats being critiqued. It should include what the artist has done right, what the artist has done wrong, and most importantly, how to improve.
Tell the artist what theyve done right.
Its important to let the artist know what theyre doing right not only because its useful knowing that, but because its encouraging. You never want to have your critique sound too
Polaris #4: Mad WorldPolaris #4: Mad World1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Twilight Sparkle hadn't run this fast since she was a filly.
She rounded the spiral stairs of Canterlot Castle, gasping and desperate, until she reached her library workshop. Her chest heaved and hurt from the nonstop running, but she pushed it aside to concentrate on the task at hand.
They'd called her mad. They'd said she was depraved. They'd said she was messing with powers beyond her reach.
Unfortunately, for once, it seemed that "they" were right.
Wasting no time, she willed several books off of the massive shelves. They opened and spun around her. Twilight's eyes were lightning, moving across several turning pages in mere seconds. Her mind moved almost as frantically.
It should have worked, it should should have worked, it should have worked! None of this should have happened! I checked everything! I dotted my Is, crossed all the Ts, carried all the ones, seriously what happened here-
"There she is!" she heard a voice cry out from the hallway.
Oh, To Heal Humanity's PainCatch me in the wind’s gust, oh dayOh, To Heal Humanity's Pain2 days ago in Literature Features More Like This
Exchange my being for flowery seeds.
Divide among fields, to give peace as Frey.
Let I, satiate all humanity’s empty needs
To restore all that destructs this Earth
Gravely I give myself for no one to feel as I
Oh how astray within, with no such mirth
No entity could help surpass, but given to die
Cast me down, into the earth’s dark gist
Or in the heavens, to be shot by Orion’s arrow.
Liquefy my soul to spread like morning’s mist
For I to structure peace within every marrow
A Study in Glitter PrologueA Study in Glitter Prologue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The Labyrinth of London
A Study in Glitter
A Sherlock/Labyrinth Crossover
"The Thin White Sleuth..."
Summary: Jareth is not the Goblin King, but the world's only magical consulting detective. Sarah is a magical healer who is in need of healing herself. Jareth needs a flatmate. Sarah needs a place to stay. There is a serial killer on the loose. Shenanigans ensue.
The Almighty Disclaimer
Oh Moffat and Gatiss,
Henson and Doyle,
Pika-la Cynique the generous,
To you belongs all the characters
And none so for me!
A/N: This story was inspired by "The Thin White Sleuth..." by Pika-la-Cynique(http://pika-la-cynique.deviantart.com/art/The-Thin-White-Sleuth-277488920) of Girls Next Door fame. I was shocked to find that there were no fanfics on either fanfiction.net or Achieve of Our Own. I have decided to remedy this. I can only promise one episode at a time. Nothing more. Sarah's adventure takes place in 1998 instead of 1986 so as to better match up with the Sherlo
RotL 000 - One Last SpellRotL 000 - One Last Spell1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Rise of the Legend
Prologue: One Last Spell
Princess Celestia's hooves drummed a frantic beat on the stone floors as the slow repetition of that damnable ram crashing against the castle doors chased her through the halls. Interspersed throughout was the clattering of wood against wood, the sound of royal guards desperate to buy their princesses every last second they could.
Though the sound was too far away for her ears, she knew that her parents were strapping on their armor for the very same purpose.
The city was drowning in rebel forces. Even if she managed to break through the attack, she and Luna would not be allowed to live. As it stood now, their only future was death.
But there was a way out. The royal servants had given her a chance, a desperate gamble that may save her and her sister.
Where was she? The librar
BlackfishTell me...Blackfish8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How does it feel being trapped behind bars?
Crying out at night with all those battle scars!
eyes so tight and soulless grin,
Pulling me apart with your fins so thin.
Pick me up...
with mammoth machines
and clanking gears,
in your ice-cold sorrows
and wipe away my tears,
howl to the ocean light,
Sing our way through one last fight.
Watch us tumble
Watch us fall,
Watch us drown
In a pool so small.
* I LOVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE *I love you for all the boys I never knew* I LOVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE *1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love you for all the times I spent with you
For the smell of the sea and warm bread
For the flowers that you put near my bed
For the pure animal that lies within a dove
I love you for all the boys I do not love
Without you I can only see the wide world
The mirror cannot produce the image that was destroyed
The moment between what was and is today
And by forgetting the road I was well on my way
But the hole in the wall did not reveal a lot
So I had to learn about life by the pieces I got
I love you for your wisdom that is not mine
I love you eventhough people consider this a crime
I love you though I know it is all illusion
But my heart is beating in restless confusion
You think you are doubt, but you are reason
You are the sun that will be present every season <>
Going Away....Also Something I've NoticedI'm going to be leaving this Sunday and I will be returning in a week. I'm going on vacation with my family to the Caribbean. It's a nice little break from work and all. I promise I will be drawing lots on the beach when I'm away so you will see some more new stuff when I return. That's all I wanted to say. All the best everyone!Going Away....Also Something I've Noticed2 months ago in Personal More Like This
As a fellow artist and befriender to all; I'm the type of person that if I like an artwork I will comment on it, if I love it I will usually favourite and comment on that particular piece. This is just a brief description of how I am on deviantArt towards deviant-watching. Also, it's because I've been on this website for the past 9 years with recurring deviant-Art accounts. So let's just say I've been around here for more than enough lol.
What I've noticed and trust me I've seen several individuals write many journals on this peculiar matter, but it's something I wanted to address as well. On deviant-Art people have become "la
ValentinesChocolate so sweet,Valentines1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowers so pretty.
The day of joy for some,
The day of loneliness and sad reminders for others.
A fancy date for two,
And words of love exchanged.
This day passes me by,
Just as any other.
Sitting at home,
Watching show after show.
Thinking about how funny love is,
And fickle it can be.
Do you think it’s sad,
That I’ve never celebrated this day?
Do you think it’s bad,
I’ve never cared?
A small smile forms,
As I begin to think,
About how wonderfully sad and joyous,
This day can be.
Of tricksters and unicorns chapter 1The castle gleamed, such as gold. To be fair, the whole city shined in splendor. Towers, palaces, the pavement, the streets, even the water fountains. One would believe to be a city of imagination; nobody could live in a place that seemed made out of pure gold; unless you were as rich as to spend all of your wealth on such ridiculous projects. At least, that is the general line of thought the three arrivals shared while at their first glance of the realm.Of tricksters and unicorns chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
They had been walking for quite some time, unsure of where to go, wandering from castles with unwelcoming hosts and forests with menaces over the trees and bushes. After much talking, they had to take cover when they heard of a hurricane coming soon where they were heading, and after much hiding, walking, and changing paths they arrived to their actual location.
The three recent arrivals stared in admiration for quite a time before one of them, a short curly haired woman, broke the mutual silence:
-What city is this, Schmendrick?
vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"vacation artifact.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
"and the ocean drenched it.
It hasn't worked since then."
She's messy, truly,
a dead battery,
a gauge hovering on empty.
I tell her to call the phone company,
get a back up or refund or some other nonsense.
(her lips didn't move).
For a moment I think
she's going to push me away again,
film up like ankle-cutting sea glass.
"I can't replace it.
I'll lose the last text message
he ever sent me."
I fall quiet because I know.
Today I see the cell phone,
Longing For My Star In The SkyLonging For My Star In The Sky6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Longing For My Star In The Sky
Where has my star in the sky gone?
I can't seem to find it anywhere.
Maybe my Star has gone to sleep for the night...
Nightie-night my sweet Star in the sky,
I'll be missing you while you sleep.
For you I shall wait 'til the dawn's early morn',
and from you I won't be torn until night-fall, when you fall back into slumber.
Sweet Star in the sky, why does it have to be this way?
Why do we have to part ways every day?
I'm longing for you my star in the sky,
and without you...
my heart will surely cry.
I wish you were right here with me,
so we could cuddle and just be.
AbusiveGrip my neck tight and don’t let it go.Abusive1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forgetting to let me breathe.
So I can taste blood, as I bite my lip.
Today is the day I please him.
With my innocent body.
“Admit you like it”
Rip my heart out, and drink the remains.
Then chain me to the bed, a neck with scars.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
Pitied by the daytime, it’s when vampires like you sleep.
“Oh my oh my, you've been such a naughty girl”
I just want to rip out your wicked heart.
Please forgive these tears running down my cheeks,
I swear I’ll devoid myself of all emotion.
Ah, I will moan when you command.
Listening to every will.
“I love you”
It hurts so much, the whips and chains.
I hate being tied down like this.
“I love you too.”
Is it just me or......dA users became so non-supportive?Is it just me or...3 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
I mean... When I first came to dA, I remember submitting an awful picture of my OC. It was only sketched on a paper, scanned with a somewhat bad scanner. The drawing didn't even have a single colour and it was done in a couple of minutes. But in spite of all that, in spite me not knowing about the groups and submitting to them, I did receive a feedback from an unknown person. That person told me that it looked pretty, I though so too. So I was proud of myself. Somebody actually noticed me and made me feel welcome on the new site. I felt accepted. I felt welcome. I felt like a part of something awesome. I felt great dammit.
That made me continue working on my drawing skills, I am now much better than before. I had constant support so that I could know that someone likes my art, that someone will push me forward and inspire me to continue doing what I was doing - improving.
And now? Now I feel like those days are over, lots of people are getti
Educating OurselvesThis journal contains a lot of potentially buzz-work things that could result in arguments from people who don't take the time to read my message. For example I mention Anita Sarkeesian, but I don't want people to start arguing against her points of view because that's NOT what this journal is about. So please, read carefully before you respond to help avoid knee-jerk reactions since that's exactly what this journal is about trying to AVOID.Educating Ourselves2 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
Over the years I’ve had a pretty straightforward view on gun control. Guns are dangerous and need to be restricted and made more inaccessible to prevent future acts of gun violence. I’ve never genuinely believed in the idea of banning all guns because I do think people DO need to have ways to protect themselves.
However, I’ve recently been thinking more about a different aspect to the gun control debate and it’s broader implications to other troublesome politically charged areas of our (United States) cult
MMD and Cyber-BullyingMMD and Cyber-Bullying1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
So one morning I was going through my DA messages and there was one from deviant RaikuHoshigami with a rather interesting proposition. Basically, he suggested that I write an article on "Cyber-Bullying" as it pertains to MMD.
He raised some really interesting points with respect to this subject and in a nutshell these were all points that affect many of us here on DA who are MMDers, either directly or indirectly. Especially since outside of Japan, many MMDers are exactly in the demographic groups most likely to be affected by "Cyber-Bullying"; namely those who are in their pre-teen and teens. There are also instances to my direct knowledge where some who are in their early 20s have been negatively impacted in their experiences with MMD by others on DA. So, this is a subject worth visiting in a little more depth.
So what we will do here are the following:
(And I'm afraid we can only touch the subject in this article briefly as i
Len the Sinner~PrologueBook 1: Len the SinnerLen the Sinner~Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Vampiric Order Novel
By: Jessica Foltz
My name is Len. I don't have much time to give you this information, so listen well. Cause I can only say this once. For about one century, I have been in a certain covenant of vampires called the Death Dealers. They are a powerful covenant. Said to have more power than your average vampire. Because the only ones in the covenant are either stronger than they should be, or they hold some kind of power that makes them better than the rest.
Somenix, their leader, was the one who taught me everything I needed to know. I was his apprentice until I was good enough to meet his standards. I joined the Death Dealers at the age you humans would see me at as seventeen. But really, I was older than that. Way older. But we don't need to go there.
After that, I became his right hand assassin, known to the rest of the coven as "Len the Sinner". Because what my job was, went against what the rules that were placed on the c
Commission TipsThe past few weeks, I've been getting quite a few notes regarding commissions: pricing, how to get people to commission you, quality expected, etc. After reading through and replying to them all, I've decided to write a news article for anyone to refer to. Here are some of my tips on maintaining a fairly steady commissions business. I hope they help!Commission Tips3 years ago in Art Features More Like This
(1) First off, the most commonly questioned topic is: pricing.
Now, for those who take point commissions, it's necessary to realize the value of points. So for starters, lets calculate how many dollars one point is worth. Knowing that$1.00 = 80 ...you can then derive that a point is worth $0.0125, or 1.25 cents. And since there is no such thing as a quarter cent, we round down. A point is the approximate equivalent of a penny.
Now taking that into consideration, think. How much are your commissions? I've seen lots of artists around dA who sell their art for 1-50 points. One to fifty points. That's from a penny
My DiseaseMy fingers bleed wordsMy Disease1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that my lips cannot say.
When they try to trickle out,
I scowl and turn away.
It may not be contagious,
but it is a disease.
Holding myself deep inside,
it's getting hard to breathe.
Lies come so easy,
to cover up the truth.
It’s like my second nature,
grown from my very youth.
It’s deeper than conviction,
more earnest than a thought.
It’s my way
It’s my life
It is my disease.