Ab Absurdum - To the AbsurdAb Absurdum - To the Absurd4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
This an ode to what I can see
To enlightened craze and delicate
To exulted passion or desperate vogue...
This is to the absurd.
Have your eyes ever scanned
In search of truth that exists
within us all?
Have you found it? Did you see?
There are merely ships of lost souls on these waters.
Truth: Ab Absurdum!
Where is the honesty, even
in my words?
What truth can I say of the absurd?
My soul is tainted... no innocence resides.
The Truth of Youth
died in another century.
Yet how can I not love the
Should I run from spite or stay
My heart beats with tender love;
I cannot stand it.
So to the absurd
is where I go.
Yet in it I already
The latin tang twists my tongue:
Ab Absurdum... Ab Absurdum.
These ships - these
lost souls -
Their rage burns the sea into
As their dead cries fill the air:
Alas, they are thus here...
Let me drownLet me drown3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It seemed as calm as an ocean could be
Almost as wide as the sea
With a mind that vast
How couldn't I dive in?
I guess that's why I decided to swim
So I delved into the deep ocean blue
I swam looking for you
I dove into the abyss
And I found this:
A snuffed out light
A heart that someone broke with all their might
A few broken parts
And some lost art
All of this caused me confusion
So I kept going to reach my conclusion
I wanted to see more
I kept straying away from the shore
After awhile I became lost
I felt my mind lose conscious thought
The water around preceded to choke me !
The lights grew darker so that I couldn't see!
I rushed to the surface to get back to land
But the water charged after me as I swam
The surface by then had turned into a storm
The ocean had taken on a horrible form
It consumed the sky and all around
There was no such thing as solid ground
The waves took me and dragged me down.....
And I felt myself float away
and begin to drown.....
A Marauder's Introduction...Introduce yourselves.A Marauder's Introduction...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sirius: Im Sirius. The good looking one. PHWOARRRRR!
James: Wooo, Im the cool one.
Sirius: No modesty there, James?
Remus: Shut up, Sirius. Like you can talk!
Sirius: And, you can tell that this guy is the cute one. Haha, right Remus?
Remus: No. Im the moody-before-a-full-moon guy, so you just better shut your trap.
Peter: And Im.. er just Peter, I guess? The others are all hyped up today. You have been warned.
Cool! So, are you handsome?
Sirius: Handsome? You betcha!! *grins*
James: Dont worry hes not normally THIS bad.. Its just cos he got off with a girl about 5 minutes ago.
What's your sexuality? Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?
James: For me there is Lily. Ahhhh.. *trance*
Sirius: And all the other girls for me!!
Remus: Leaving none for us.. *rises eyebrow*
Sirius: Noooo! Silly! Theres all the guys!
Journey From Platform 9 and 3/4 - HP NextGen Prt1 Scorpius Malfoy heaved his trunk after him as he made his way down the train. The trunk was heavy, but he hadn't found an empty compartment to dump it in yet.Journey From Platform 9 and 3/4 - HP NextGen Prt13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He pushed open the door to the next carriage and nearly ran into the back of a boy his age. He looked rather lost.
'Oh! Sorry.' The boy helped Scorpius get his trunk through the door, then straightened self-consciously. 'Are you a first year, too?'
Scorpius nodded. 'Are you looking for a compartment? I am.'
The boy also nodded, looking relieved. 'My name's Michael Garrow. What's yours?'
'Scorpius Malfoy.' Scorpius waited for the flinch, for Michael to recognise his surname, but he didn't. Must be a Muggle-born.
In an unspoken agreement, they started down the train together. By Scorpius' calculations, this was the second-last carriage, so if they didn't find an empty compartment soon, they were in trouble.
The last compartment was the e
Toeto lyrics englishEverything about you now I ~ love but that's a lie. But what happens actually... Everything about you now I ~ hate but that's a lie. Because I actually... I can't speak honestly. It's too challenging for me. So I keep lying with a catty hat. I don't know when she came, but I feel her inside of me. e-to I~ said e-toeto. What's important to her, she can't communicate it. That's her name Toeto. She is a timid girl too shy to speak to you, so that's her Toeto. She has hidden herself now. I really want to tell you my~ feelings from the heart. Hesitantly, Toeto said no to that proposal. I can say it, I'll say it, I am saying, but not said. E-to, e-to, I mean e-to, I meant e-toeto. Red-faced Toeto. E-to, e-to cetera. She is regretful and she begins to cry. "It's all because of me" she said Toeto. TToeto lyrics english5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
LietPol +++Na podstawie Laury i Filona" Franciszka KarpińskiegoLietPol +++5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Rzecz dzieje się w lesie, w nocy. Litwa wchodzi, w sukni, nieśmiało, widać strach i niepewność w jego wyrazie twarzy.)
Oto ja, Toris Lorinaitis, Litwa,
Porzucony na ponad lat dwieście
W borze tym mrocznym trwam
Ubrany w szaty niewieście.
Słońce już dawno zaszło,
Błędem była ta sukienka luźna,
Ale to Feliksa naszło
Na schadzki, gdy noc już tak późna.
(rozgląda się nerwowo)
Mrok, ziąb, szelest przyjeziorny;
Co to? Jęk? Wilków sapanie?
Skądś płynie kolkol" upiorny
Rosja!? O, zlituj się, Panie!
Łukasiewiczu, przysięgam ci, draniu,
Gdy twarz twoją zobaczę,
Przy lamencie i włosów rwaniu
Niczego ci nie obaczę!
(znika, szeleszcząc nerwowo suknią)
(Wchodzi, w zwykł
The winter of the destinyThe winter of the destiny2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The snow sweeps all the roads,
The snow sweeps all the steppes,
Your life is full of pain,
No love when no hope steps.
Why have you said 'Farewell' to me
Inside snow-storm's white fuss?
You haven't aim to love me real,
And grinded dreams to dust.
The snow sweeps all the tensions,
The snow sweeps pain of love,
We parted at the threshold
Of destinies above.
Hibari x Tsuna YaoiHibari x Tsuna Yaoi6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Pierwsze Yaoi jakie wstawiam na DA.
Hibari to trudna dla mnie postać więc proszę o wyrozumiałość.
Zapraszam na mój blog - http://yaoi-center.blog.onet.pl
''Ktoś kto raz umiłował się w samotności nigdy nie przestanie jej kochać i za nią podążać...''
Teraz kiedy po tylu latach przypominam sobie to zdanie ,myślę że doskonale opisuje moje życie. Tak właśnie w przypływie głupich emocji mnie określiłeś. To śmieszne , nawet w tej chwili , automatycznie , smutek nazywam głupią emocją...
Jedno z miliona zdań jakie kiedykolwiek usłyszałem , ale Ty nie wiedziałeś ,że w tej smętnej minucie naznaczysz mnie jego brzemieniem , że właśnie o tym przyjdzie mi myśleć samotnymi wieczorami , kiedy cały świat zdaje się o mnie zapomnieć, przeoczyć.
Young Mister LYoung Mister L5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Professor Minerva McGonagall was sitting in the record room, going over all the acceptance letters that needed to go out to the incoming first year students. She was looking at the names and checking the letters off on a list she had next to her.
When she got to the bottom of the pile she noticed that one person did not have a check next to their name-a Mister L Lawliet.
She looked at the name questionably. The records were never wrong, but who had a letter for a first name?
Minerva got up from her desk and went over to the magiced quill that wrote out the letters. Sitting next to the list of students needing a letter there was a lone envelope with a quill hovering over it looking back and forth between the parchment and the envelope.
The only words on the envelope were Mr. L and it seemed that the quill was confused as to why there wasn't more to the child's name and if it should and a period or not.
Minerva grabbed the unfinished envelope and the quill immediately start
The Special Little BeeThe Special Little Bee7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bumblebee baby years
Before stating off here, Id like to warn everyone. I written this to make the Autobots look like HUMANS with their insides being ROBOT. Why? Cause if they ever tried to do something in real life, then It would be wicked cool! So I write this story to make them look human, but are robots in the inside! ^c^ Confusing you say? Well, please deal with it, cause my crazy mind wont have it any other way! XD
Loud wailing rang out into the open air, in mixing in with the blasts and explosions in the distance where fire rose to the skies from the once proud cities. Homes all around were left in ruin and were left but piles of rubble and rock. The sounds of war went on all around the destroyed city, never halting at the sad, pathetic Sparkling half buried in dirt. Its bright blue optics were shut tight as it screamed and cried.
Suddenly a shadow fell over its frail form. Upon seeing the looming shadow and towering observer
Family Portrait F.A.C.E.Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uhFamily Portrait F.A.C.E.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said
They always fought, there was no doubt about it. The screaming never seemed to end, objects breaking, insults being thrown at each other like they were lethal weapons. There was never a truly calm moment in the house, there was always some conflict. Even if the atmosphere seemed calm, there was always tension. One could simply walk into the room and cut the tension with a knife, and there would still layers upon layers of suffering a torment.
No one had ever intended for it to be this tense around the house, no. It was just the way they were, the way things needed to be. America held onto his little brother Canada, trying to calm his shaking. His parents, England and France, were at it again. Throwing insults at each other, breaking dishes. Chaos erupted dow
El Reflejo De la OscuridadEl Reflejo De la Oscuridad4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
El tiempo pasa, e inquebrantable suspiro yace del alma
si pienso en el vacío que dejaste tras tu paso,
que fui siguiendo las huellas que dejaste en mi piel grabadas,
sollozando por las noches hasta el primer suspiro del alba.
Lloran las rosas al ver el equívoco de mi existencia,
al ver que la soledad se presenta ante mí con frecuencia.
Y es la desdicha la que hoy me hace pensar
que dos corazones unidos jamás se podrán tocar.
Y no es fácil sentir que tus principios te abandonan
por seguir los consejos de quienes no perdonan.
No es fácil, saber que el cielo está llorando
por un corazón que aún está sangrando,
que, la eternidad se posa ante nuestros ojos
borrando los recuerdos y dejando los despojos.
Dejaré mis señales dibuj
Character Design TutorialGENERAL ISSUES ABOUT CHARACTER DESIGNCharacter Design Tutorial4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
[New section!] Over-mirroring aka sticking too much in patterns of the original series!
INTRODUCTION: DESIGN OF CHARACTER'S LOOKS: WHAT IS ITS ROLE IN THE WHOLE CHARACTER DESIGN?
At first: No costume can save a badly made character. Your Average Joe/Jane character won't become any more interesting even if you make him/her to wear turquoise hair and odd-colored neon-color eyes. What makes character interesting is his/her INNER SIDE: his/her personality, history, skills, behavior pattern, odd traits, running gags, simply WHAT (S)HE IS. A rye bread doesn't become into a cream cake even if you put on it whipped cream and strawberries.
However, a good design may help the reader/viewer to notice, tell apart and remember the character more easily. That's why all Naruto characters are not sporting black hair and wearing those green tactical vests: if all character seemed almost similar, it would be pain for the reader to tell who of th
F.A.C.E Family- Fall FestivityF.A.C.E Family- Fall Festivity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a chilly Fall afternoon. Francis was raking up some leaves, while Matthew and Arthur sat on the porch together. Alfred ran off the porch and jumped into the leaves.
"Hey, stop it Alfred, I'm trying to clean!"
"But it's fun to play in the leaves!" Alfred giggled as Francis sighed.
"Do something Arthur," Francis said as he looked over at Arthur. Arthur sighed and looked over at Alfred.
"Alfred, get out of the leaves. Come sit with me and Matthew."
"I don't want to!"
"It looks like fun," Matthew said softly. He looked up at Arthur curiously. "Can I join?"
Arthur smiled nervously. "Sure, go ahead."
Matthew got up and ran over to Alfred. Francis just sighed and walked over to Arthur. Arthur looked up at Francis.
"I guess it won't hurt to have them play for a bit," he said as he smiled. He sat beside Arthur and watched the boys play around.
"Don't tire yourselves out now. We still need to go trick or treating later!" Francis called out to the boys.
"Okay!" Alfred called back as he and
A flower called hopeA flower called hope4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like that day,
When I first met you.
surrounded by flowers
They have died long ago,
withered from what they have been through.
From the lack of air
In the chest
From the constant pain
That has never left
And from the tears,
That are no longer poisoned ,at last.
Just one white rose remained alive,
The only thing that could survive,
And managed through it all.
So tell me,
If you are already gone,
How come you are still blooming in my soul?
The Ghoul FeastThe Ghoul Feast6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Gruesome and gleeful.
Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.
Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.
Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.
Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..
Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.
They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.
The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave mould.
The coffin is opened with a groaning creak. Gulping, tearing, slitting, ripping and cracking. Dislocating and chewing echoes in the dark mausoleum in a frenzy.
Cartilage and bones crack wetly. Flesh tears with a sound like wet ripping cloth. The cold flesh is swallowed noisily. Titters of pleasure and shuffling sounds accompany.
Then begins the sucki
DawnDawn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
A Boy's Best FriendA Boy's Best Friend7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Neil was thought of as weird by the other kids at his High School; he wasnt interested in going to parties or much about girls. He lived in a small town in Texas surrounded by wide desert scrub and narrow minds. Although he was always alone, he was never lonely he had his little friends. Neils friends werent the kind of friends most other kids his age had, his had far too many legs for one thing.
Neil was a scorpion enthusiast, and kept many of the eight legged critters in the abandoned gas station on the edge of town that he had specially converted and secured as his parents wouldnt allow him to keep his precious pets anywhere near the house and he was worried about jackasses from school harming them. Of all of them, one was his favorite. A fat eight inch male emperor scorpion. His glistening black chunky carapace, heavy looking stinger and huge claws made him look like the stuff of most peoples nightmares, but Neil could handle him with ease,
Il libro del destinoIl libro del destinoIl libro del destino2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Se nel grande libro del destino sono scritti i nostri due nomi vicini,vedrai che un giorno ci rincontreremo;
se c'è scritto che siamo fatti l'uno per l'altra,la distanza non ci farà così paura...
sarà solo un puntino insignificante nella nostra favola.
Se è amore,quello vero,questo sarà per sempre,e niente e nessuno riuscirà a distruggere questa rosa bianca che mai appassirà...
Ma se la vita non ha in serbo niente per noi,allora destino,uccidi questo sentimento che non mi fa respirare,
e lascia dormire il mio cuore in un dolce letargo.
The book of fate
If in the great book of fate are written the names of our two neighbors,you'll see that one day we will meet again;
if it says that we are made for each other,the distance will not make us so afroid...
will only be an insignificant speck in our fairy tale.
If it's love,the real one,this will be forever and nothing and no one will destroy this white rose that nev
Only a dreamWhat is peace...Only a dream7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
but a dream of a dream.
A word that has faded from reality.
Last merely a second...
then it's all taken away.
We end up where we started.
Starting over from scratch...
rebuilding what was lost.
Only to have it torn down again and again.
Dream of a dream...
false hope for the naive.
Peace that is only in our minds.
Peace that is only in our homes.
Peace that is only in our children.