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
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
* I LOVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE *I love you for all the boys I never knew* I LOVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE *2 years 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 <>
RotL 000 - One Last SpellRotL 000 - One Last Spell2 years 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
Polaris #4: Mad WorldPolaris #4: Mad World2 years 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.
Break my fallBroken skinBreak my fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
peeled by clouds
in my fall from hope
turning me to stone
with murmured cry
echoing to silence
from this nightmare
Break my fall
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 Ourselves11 months 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
Negative remarks on your art:As you move through the art world you will come upon many people who have opinions on your work and unfortunately some may be negative or extremely mean spirited. But if there is anything I could advise on this matter is that not letting a few nay sayers get to you is just part of becoming a successful artist. Don’t let it stop you, or deter your improvement. Your art is an extension of you, no matter how “good” or “bad” you may be. Hold it dear to you like you do your beliefs, gender, family. It’s all there for your own pleasure and feeling of self worth and pride and no one should be able to snuff that out or stop you from continuing what makes you a wonderfully artistic person on their own journey through life.Negative remarks on your art:8 months ago in Personal More Like This
ValentinesChocolate so sweet,Valentines1 year 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.
Oh, To Heal Humanity's PainCatch me in the wind’s gust, oh dayOh, To Heal Humanity's Pain11 months 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 Prologue2 years 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
MusicI hope your music can fillMusic1 year 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.
Mommy doesn't knowMommy doesn't know.Mommy doesn't know2 years 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
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 12 years 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?
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
waulX tanya fanfict.waulX tanya fanfict.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~Tanya x Waul~
"So where's the girl you left behing?"
It was late winter and school was still in, in fact the little mouslings were taking their last midterm exams and were getting off early.
"I can't believe that science one was so easy! I thought I would have done badly, but I got an A." said Tanya carrying to study for her test tomorrow.
"Ah you always get straight A's, while the not so bright types have to deal with straight D's." This was one of Tanya's classmates, Sharice, A tomboyish Tawny mouse with bands jutting out a bit and short hair.
"Oh you could pass if you tried."
"I could try but I don't wanna, anyways don't you have a job as well Miss diva?"
Tanya blushed a deep red; it had been a while since someone out of her family called her a diva and meant it. Tanya still danced and sang at
Lesbian.I chose this life.Lesbian.5 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.
BlackfishTell me...Blackfish2 years 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.
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 Tips4 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
Tips for Selling CommissionsA lot of artists either already work for commissions or are interested in doing so. Here is a collection of tips on how to take commissions, communicate with your client, and send out a finished product.Tips for Selling Commissions4 years ago in Personal More Like This
When taking commissions it is a good idea to have an email account for just that purpose. This should only be used for your commissions. Creating this account will make it easier to contact clients, build an address book of their contact information, and keep you personal communications separate from your business ones. You can easily use one of the many free providers such as Hotmail, Yahoo, or Google for this purpose.
Keep your e-mails to your client friendly but focused. You don’t have to be extremely formal in your emails with a client but you don’t want to share too many details of your life either. Instead, focus on the work. Are you excited to work with the client or are you thrilled to be coloring or painting a specific subject? Don’t be
vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"vacation artifact.1 year 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,
A New DawnA New Dawn3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Twilight gently eased herself down from the warm confines of her bed. Four hooves touched down almost soundlessly on to the hardwood floors below. With great care, she made her way blindly to the door that led out to the balcony. Even through the dark, the task was simple enough. She could lend that to years of repetition; years of walking through this very room. Not much had changed since she had moved here. A delicate purple light illuminated the hooked handle and the door opened inwardly. From the doorway, a soft breeze ruffled her graying mane and she closed her eyes momentarily to enjoy the soft caress.
She trotted out into the night as quickly as her weathered legs would allow and toward the balcony's edge. Since moving back to Canterlot, this balcony had become her favorite spot, only next to the palace's library, of course. She rose creakily to her hind legs, her fore hooves draping over the railing to steady herself. From here should could see the twinkling lights of Canterlot
This quoteNobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, its just not that good. Its trying to be good, it has potential, but its not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesnt have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as gooThis quote4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Len the Sinner~PrologueBook 1: Len the SinnerLen the Sinner~Prologue3 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
AbusiveGrip my neck tight and don’t let it go.Abusive2 years 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.”