Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Sticks and Stones1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Silence does a better job.
A Hero's NightmareThe souls that I could not saveA Hero's Nightmare1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Turning Back to the StartWho says heroes needed to have powers?Turning Back to the Start2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In all our shared fantasies,
The heroes we created were only as powerful as the size of their hearts and the purity of their love.
Often written of, spoken of but hardly understood.
It's that many faced love that empowers us the most.
Who says a life together had to be easy?
My best friend...my true love.
Is it too much to ask for both?
Long before these words were written,
A wise man said that friendship was a single soul in two bodies.
Doesn't that sound familiar?
We've come a long way together and we've still got time.
The monument we've built only lasted because of so much renewal.
But I will gladly take one more laugh and one more tear.
One more blissful dream and one more nightmare.
My greatest wish is not for our story to end in a straight line.
But to turn back to the beginning again and again.
Love-struck PugilistEvery fool in the game knows the rules of the fightLove-struck Pugilist1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Put them up, do your best or go hungry tonight.
Take some hits, throw a punch, do as best as you're able
Win this bout and go home with some food on the table.
From the day I left school to the day I drop dead
I've broken every bone just to earn my bread.
It hurts to starve but when push comes to shove
Nothing hurts worse than the hunger for love.
Every day, my heart hurts
And by night, it gets worse
I remember the day you gave me your smile
And for once, life feels right, if only for a while.
My opponent's blow puts me back in my place,
It's my own fault, dreaming of your face.
The ring has no patience for dreamers and fools,
But you'll save your skin if you play by the rules
Keep my head in the game, the fight is not done
The bell's just gone off and it's time for round one!
I lie in bed dreaming, of getting my chance
Daring to dream of the truest romance.
My hardest fight has yet to start,
But I'll know that I've won when I'v
Uninvited The storm that raged outside brought droplets of water that dashed against the glass of an apartment window like liquid bullets. Even as the city outside his apartment bathed under the rain that tumbled from the blackened clouds, a tired young man lay asleep on his sitting room sofa, his stomach rising and falling in an uninterrupted rhythm.Uninvited5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His only company, a young woman about his age, lay prone on a large cushion with her head craned over a book. The hour would have passed in silence were it not for his gentle breaths, the distant thunder, and the rustle of the pages she turned as she feasted on the strings of words that gave way to cascades of paragraphs, each sentence like notes of music that could only be heard through sight. Meanwhile, the breathing of her loved one felt soothing to her ears.
Propping herself on an elbow, she glanced over at her somnolent darling, her face lifting up into an affectionate smi
All I Want-Ed x WinryAll I Want-Ed x Winry4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The setting sun left a faint golden halo in the distant horizon, like a child peeking over the edge of a bed. The slowly darkening sky brought out fading shades of pink and orange. And the heat of the day was replaced by a gentle breeze, blowing against faces and bringing sweet relief from the day's work. The kind of summers in Resembool that Edward Elric still enjoyed, long after his childhood.
In the distance, he spotted a figure seated by a tree near the remains of his old house. The setting sun made shadows of her figure, but even in the fading light, he still recognized his childhood friend, Winry Rockbell. He felt a pang in his heart, the same kind he had every time he saw her since he was 15. He hesitated for a moment, staring at his right arm. It had finally been restored during his voyage back from the other side of the Gate, as was his left leg. He still kept his prosthetic automail limbs as souvenirs, however. After living for so long with them, he found it hard to part with
When?This pain I feel is all to real.When?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It rends my heart like tempered steel.
But dare I hope one day to heal?
An answer that time may reveal.
This One's for the LadiesFor the last three years or so, I have found much inspiration in doing a journal/ feature/ etc related to International Women's Day and the ideas seem to be going strong. Just like Valentine's Day or someone's birthday, it isn't about having just one day reserved so that it's all about "me" or "them" or whoever. Every day should be a time to appreciate, to love, to honour, and to cherish the ones in our lives who matter the most.This One's for the Ladies4 months ago in Personal More Like This
I was walking down the street a few days ago when I got this idea. What better way to mark this occasion than to give some exposure to some ladies here who are engaged in different styles of art, perfecting their craft, and working towards their ambitions or simply doing what they do for the love of their art?
Without further ado, I present to you 8 works by artists in 8 different disciplines. Some of them are well known members of deviantART, others less so. But all of them have works that are worth a pageview, comment, or a place in your s
Ladies of Li
Dreams of ClayWould that my dreams were made of clay,Dreams of Clay1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd sculpt them to suit my waking hours.
With Pygmalion's hands, I'd build my Galatea
And watch her come to life.
Let me clutch thee...I hold thee not!
Let Me Be Your KnightLet Me Be Your Knight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though I lived in one land for many years, I wandered very far
I walked alone in a world of my own making
And I secretly longed for someone to breach the walls of my desolate mind's fortress
While mere mortals may dream of conquest of every kind through any battle,
I have but one reason to draw my fatal blade
And to throw all caution, all fear of death to the winds
The reason is you, my lady
While valiant warriors and loyal vassals pledge their lives
To lords most kind and most cruel
I pledge my being to no one but you, my beloved
It is the silken touch of your gentle hand
It is the world that I see when your eyes meet mine
And it is the strength with which you hold me in your loving embrace
These are the ties that bind me to you
But these bonds feel not like the coldness of chains
Or like the coarseness of ropes, but like the cradle's warmth.
For all that I am willing to do, I only have one request.
Answer me with all your heart and tell me
Will you, my dearest
Let me be your knight i
The Beautiful DreamerYou will never know how I envy you, MorpheusThe Beautiful Dreamer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you are the only being that can understand what this beautiful sleeper thinks of
As she lays on that white sea, eyes shut to the world.
What I wouldn't give to be at peace with her in her realm of dreams
To see her smile oft hidden in her waking life
Under her armour as impenetrable as it is invisible.
Answer me, O beautiful dreamer
Is the world so cruel that you cannot confide in me
The secrets of your timorous heart?
Perhaps one day, I will be worthy of your consideration
And you will know me for real
Until then, your somnolent smile will suffice.
Seizing BeautySeize beauty with both your handsSeizing Beauty1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Don't let go. Make it yours.
Aerith's PrayerAerith's Prayer5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The gentle light from the moon shimmered through the broken roof of a church in Sector 5 in the metropolis of Midgar. A lone girl was still in the church, when everyone else had long gone home. Her pink dress was illuminated by the limelight moon, and she was kneeling down to look at the flowers that grew in the old church. She breathed a sigh of both pleasure and exhaustion, for it had been a long day for her. But her pleasure didn't last very long.
A feeling of foreboding dropped down and covered her in its net, and Aeris lifted her head. She looked up at the open roof and glimpsed at the diamond studded cloak above the clouds. She had been reminded suddenly of her dear friend with whom she had fallen in love with; the Shinra mercenary who had fallen from that very gap in the roof not long ago. His azure eyes were hard enough to forget. But it was something else that shook the girl's reverie to the core; she knew that something was amiss.
She gazed up at the moon through the gap in t
Dark Nights and Deep SeasDark Nights and Deep Seas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bare trunks of the leafless trees surround me.
Like dark watchmen, they glance coldly as they stand in my way.
The wind makes phantoms whisper in my ears
And the eyes of wolves and bears glow like embers.
How I hate to be alone in this night that drags on.
I hate the colourless nocturnal sky,
With a cold kind of beauty that offers no solace.
It is a night that puts flesh and bone on the spectres around me.
The blue of the deepest sea is brighter than the sapphires adorning a crown.
The sunlight that shines from above the cerulean water breaks and gleams down below.
The beauty of it all enchants me.
But I am still afraid.
I am afraid of what I don't hear, of what I think I see.
The face of a beautiful maiden with the tendrils of an octopus,
Or the emaciated figure of a fish woman, pulling me to a watery grave.
It is in the darkest night and the deepest blue that I find the strangest beauty.
And my greatest fears.
Duel of the Keyblades- Ch. 1Duel of the Keyblades- Ch. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was the middle of the night, if there was even such a thing as a day in the World That Never Was, a realm that was in perpetual dark. A grand metropolis stood in the centre of the world, with colossal buildings that seemed intent on invading the dusky sky in order to reach the heart-shaped moon where Kingdom Hearts supposedly stood. Slogan boards and the lights that shimmered from within the buildings seemed to be the only sources of light, the only relief from the unending shadows. The streets were quite empty except for two figures that stood facing each other, neither of them saying a word.
The first one was a blue-eyed boy of medium height and slim build whose light brown hair was spiked. He wore black shorts and a short-sleeved hooded jacket with a blue shirt and yellow-black boots. Red pouches hung on his sides supported by yellow straps while a dark blue belt was wrapped around his waist. His fingerless gloves had a yellow band encircling the wrist while two white straps cris
International Women's Day FeatureWhat's going on everyone,International Women's Day Feature1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
Some of you may not be aware but today (March 8) is International Women's Day.
To mark this day, I will be doing a rare feature to showcase some of the finest writing by some of deviantART's finest female writers.
To begin with, I present you with 8 female writers and 3 pieces from their galleries (the eighth day of the third month):
you are what you eat by A-Lovely-Anxiety
Raindrops by SheDares Uphill by SheDares Once upon a nightmare. by SheDares
The Hawk and The DoveWho am I? I am the HawkThe Hawk and The Dove6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the warrior, whose martial spirit reigns supreme
I fight back to end a fight, and I stand alone
I am the combatant, the tough
Who are you?
Who am I? I am the Dove
The peacemaker, who cannot exist without violence
Yet I need not resort to violence to win
I am the soother, the tamed
Who are we?
We are eternal.
La Belle SongeuseTu ne sauras jamais à quel point je t'envie, MorphéeLa Belle Songeuse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Car tu es le seul être qui puisse comprendre à quoi cette dormeuse pense
Quand elle s'allonge sur cette mer blanche, les yeux fermés au monde
Ce que je donnerais pas pour être en paix avec elle dans son royaume des rêves
De voir son sourire maintes fois caché pendant sa vie de veille
Sous son armure aussi impénétrable qu'invisible
Réponds-moi, O belle songeuse
Le monde est-il si cruel que tu ne peux pas me confier
Les secrets de ton cœur timoré?
Peut-être un jour, serai-je digne de tes égards
Et tu me connaitras pour de vrai
En attendant, ton sourire somnolent me suffira
A Different Kind of DancerA Different Kind of Dancer6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roxas was at his locker once again, putting his lunch and the books he wouldn't need for his next class away. It was that time of year again, when Twilight Town's Annual Christmas Dance would attract every person in the school to the gymnasium at Twilight Town High School. He sighed to himself, knowing that this year would be just the same as the last years of middle school and the last three years of high school. Getting dressed up in his fancy clothes, his picture being taken on a digital camera, and walking into the dance floor, too shy to dance and too turned off by the choice of music. The thought of the strobe lights making the dancers move in slow-motion and the ear-splitting music that played on the industrial strength speakers and drowned out any honest conversation was enough to make his head swim.
He closed the locker door and shouldered his backpack before he made his way to the bench under the oak tree where his friends would be hanging out before class started. There was
A Last Goodbye to 2013 and A Great Big Thank You!!As the days dwindle down to a precious few, I hope you accept my gift to youA Last Goodbye to 2013 and A Great Big Thank You!!1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The people in question are my watchers who have been so wonderful to me this past year and have always been there to , comment or both on every work of mine, no matter how insignificant. Their comments and their appreciation for me and my work have been there to lift my spirits and inspire me to keep going.
:iconserenecyrene: :iconmoulinrougegirl77: :icontotochan93: :iconithaswhatitisnt: :iconxx-angel-sherubii-xx: :iconchromeantennae:
:iconcelestialmemories: :iconsecke: :iconpauper-circumstance: :icongraphix-goddess: :iconMySocksRock:
A big shout out to those newer acquaintances and friends who have only met me recently and decided somehow that I was worth mentioning, featuring, watching or ing:
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Believe in AngelsCloud Strife woke up and sat on the side of his bed. He recalled his dream and turned it over in his mind, enjoying every moment of it. Yet he still couldnt help but heave a sigh as he realised that it was just that:Believe in Angels6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Another dream about her about us, he muttered.
He got dressed and grabbed the parcel that he was supposed to deliver off his bedside table. He had to deliver the package to the outskirts of Edge City, meaning he would be gone all day. It made him a little sad to think about being away from Tifa that long. It wasnt uncommon for him to be gone for long hours, thinking of her as he drove along the dusty roads on his motorcycle. But it pained him to be away from her now that there wasnt much to occupy his time; the battle between him and Sephiroth was over and peace had finally settled over the city. His guilt over his weakness and his past had long since dissolved. All that stood now between him and happiness was his reluctance to final
Skin Wound, Soul DeepBeauty is only skin deep, they say.Skin Wound, Soul Deep2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So why does disfigurement poison the soul?
My DeviantART StoryThere's more to my journey as a writer than people here will know. I didn't start writing when I discovered deviantART and in the off chance that I do leave, you can be sure that I will endure and I won't stop.My DeviantART Story11 months ago in Art Features More Like This
I was going to talk about how I first discovered this site in 2008, peeking over my classmate's shoulder. I could tell you how I spent hours searching and finding a treasure trove of romantic fan art of Kingdom Hearts, Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X, and Final Fantasy. I was going to talk about how my writing journey began roughly around the time I took up martial arts, before deviantART took its first breath, back when the World Wide Web was young. But that's not what you want to hear. That's not what this story is about.
This is the story of the one who would become nightshade-keyblade.
My deviantART story began on New Years Day 2009 at my grandmother's house in Tunisia. Seated at my cousin's desktop,