Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
Conversation with a monsterConversation with a monster11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I said to him "Well, what do you know about SUNSHINE?"
And he said "Why don't you let me teach you about PAIN?"
I told him "You're a dragon just waiting to happen."
He replied "You'll get wet standing out in the rain."
You said "I like telling lies with my mouth closed."
And I said "I write graffiti in invisible ink."
I confessed "Sometimes your words suffocate me."
You admitted " I often eavesdrop while you think."
I snapped "Your eye candy makes me sick to my stomach."
He told me "You know, love is a four letter word."
He advised "Say the words that are scary the loudest."
I sighed "You say the only ones I've ever heard."
Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity11 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
-waking patterns--waking patterns-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...remembering to breathe....
-savoring a delicious intake of air that swallows like a sip of desperation and stale nostalgia.
-the air that escapes my lips leaves me with transparent amnesia.
-with arms embracing the fading heat current that intermingles with cotton sheets and cold sweat.
-returns with a slow exhale of air that hauntingly whispers of dislocated pain.
turningturning10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leaves fall like golden flame on to the road,
the sky stands still and blue.
The earth bears fruit, bright berries, purple, red.
The sun weighs heavily
in the autumn air-- fragrant, ripe, and warm,
like an apple ready to be picked.
There is no death here, only gentle turning.
A blush steals over trees
as they drop their many children to the earth.
Soon they will fall asleep,
exhausted by their own fecundity,
and winter's white blanket will cover them.
BetrayalBetrayal11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Betrayal... such a powerful feeling...
It's a binding force that sinks you down...
It leaves you unable to breathe...
You just want to scream until the horrible feeling goes away..
The feeling of dread and doom...
And the why me feeling...
You think of the fun you had with that person...
And all the mistakes you've made...
Never to be un-done...
That feeling alone...
Makes you feel the pressure...
Like you've been hit...
You search around... For anything...
That may take away the pain...
But you'll find... that whatever you do...
It will only feed the pain...
If you tell someone of the hurt...
Their sympathy... cuts into you as well...
You wonder if they... they... are spending time...
With the person who is responsible for this...
You lose all sense of self value...
Then suddenly... Tears start to fall...
With each drop... You feel the pain start to lift...
Undisturbed mourning... For a friend lost...
But its even worse... That they are only lost to you...
Everyone else can still enjo
A Poem For Billy MaysMy love for you is like Mighty PuttyA Poem For Billy Mays6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strong and water resistant
A tear rolls down my cheek
Glistening like a toilet
Recently bathed in the stain-fighting power of OxiClean
Cant you see, my little Simoniz?
Not even a Zorbeez could soak up all my love for you
I need you like a dusty hallway needs a Swiffer
Like an over-accessorized freak needs a Bedazzler
Darlin, youre my Ding King
Somehow, I cant rid myself of you
CLR is no match for our love
I wont fight it any longer
I long to caress you with my Gopher
You know my number
Pick up the FoneFree, call me.
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A few of the men say this used to be a church, but it's hard to tell anything in this storm. We are pinned under a black and violent sky that has held us inside this crumbling room since we arrived yesterday morning. The water slides along the cracked ceiling and bombards us from different spots.
Captain tells us to keep our weapons dry, but he knows it's impossible. The floor clutches our boots with three inches of sucking wet mud. If the wind ever dies down we'll have a better look around this old place, but for now we just listen as it batters the trees into the stone.
None of us know how long we have to wait here. Captain says we are to protect this structure so our side can launch rockets from it if the war ever begins. Barnes says there isn't going to be a war. He says neither side is willing to start it; but here we are, drenched and freezing, just in case.
In the brief moments when the wind and rain pause we can hear the water trickling down through
Angel Down -- JDAAngel Down -- JDA11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dust filled skies coat an October's dusk
A hazy orange moon rises to scare and fright
Withering cobs lay within forgotten husks
Harvest-time abandoned with the coming night
Withering trees outcast a taste of a world grown chill
The tumbled leaves of amber decay on the ground
Oppressive scents of the past on the wind not still
And upon it there begins a loud, keening sound
Darkness emerges fearlessly as the sun finally falls
And the shapes of a black force begins to take wing
Noble and pauper, together. clutching within their walls
As a many-voiced chorus can now be heard to sing
"The evil in your hearts lets us hold sway
We'll take you by night and feed in the day
Poor as a mouse, or wear a kings crown
For we are the lice within angel down"
Black wings beat lazily in the heights far above
The hell-spawn creatures come single or by two
Teeth, growing stained, bring an era without love
And with each new sunfall it is begun anew
Time may pass and the torment come to an end
Peace may come
Never AgainNever Again10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whisper in my ear..
Show me where I've been wronged.
Watch the color fade off my face..
The initial shock of fear in my eyes..
Then watch the panic spread through them.
My eyes will start to water..
But I won't let those tears fall for you.
I'll gasp for breath.. and choke on my words.
I couldn't bare the impact of your lies.
Vile and deceiving.. poisoning me.
I try to tell myself that it's not true.
But I know the doubt will soon come.
I'll dwell on those cruel words.
Sinking into my conscience.
If only I could know, do you speak the truth?
Giving those words only more impact..
But it couldn't be, no, she wouldn't betray me.
You must be lying, trying to force misery.
You've chosen the wrong person to lie about..
The impact of your words, you cannot see.
As days went by, I could hear them over and over.
I had never expected it to be true.
She had betrayed be, and all I stood for.
Misleading me, all along.
I told myself, I didn't care.
It's not so easy to lie to yourself.
I wished I had
-Clarity--Clarity-11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Existence is not.
Scarred by the legends of tomorrow, wreaths of immortality echo.
Stirred by the rustlings of darkened day,
By the stealthy dusk, in its tiptoeing madness;
A frenzy of tap-dancing raindrops fall
As the broken sun fades
Casting clouds of burnt amber
Into galaxies of no colour.
Yet death survives from the futures past.
A broken world- illusions dream
Realitys curse, shrouded in torment?
The warmth of heavens deepest hell
through the minds cold embrace.
Whispered screams fill the stifling void,
as clammy oceans give up their frozen memories.
To be free from reality is to be chained to eternity.
Forever bound, in a mental liberty that few ever realise-
For most exist
Yet do not live
A Flutist : Part OneA Flutist : Part One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Flutist : Part One
This story starts off as if it is not an Inuyasha Fan fiction, but characters will pop up...find out who!
Minamoto no Hiromasa was a renowned musician favored in the Imperial Court.
He was most known for his skill with the flute.
Hiromasa was the firstborn son of the first prince Katsuakira. His grand father was Emperor Daigo. Though he could have been in line to the throne or to any of the top positions of the government, he chose to be removed from the Imperial succession to pursue his love of music.
He had no interest in political advancement.
He took up a new family name "Minamoto", and chose to work for the court as a registrar of records.
He was no longer considered by his family and the court as a member of the Imperial family.
After that, only his musical talent brought him to the important events of the court and palaces of powerful nobles.
Though it disappointed his father greatly, Hiromasa had no regret in following the path he chose for himself.
Unknown II - Love RememberedUnknown II - Love Remembered10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought,I found you..
But I was wrong.
Your love so strong..
I was searching you..
I dont know who you are?
I'm sorry for you
I dont have power to find you..
Where are you ?
We still meet in dreams..
Your face's hiding in shadows.
I'm crying to find you..
My heart's burning like you.
I feel you..
I dont know which is right ?
I'm going outside from my lair
I'm fighting with evils beyond the fire..
Every battle, for the sake of your desire..
You're stroking my hair when we meet again..
Clouds're turning to lovely red without pain,
You're kissing me before the rain..
My dreams're turning to nightmares..
When you fade to black.
There is a big crack on my heart..
I'm so weak when I wake up..
You are right, I cant grow up.
I love you like a cherub..
One day I wish to embrace you.
I dont know who you are,
But I love you..
Unknown I - Love EternalUnknown I - Love Eternal10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm strolling at the streets..
I find you in every darkness.
I don't know anything about you.
I share my love with nobody because it's yours.
When sunlight comes, I'm turning back to my grave.
and I'm ressurecting when darkness comes again..
You're shining on the sky like gold..
I see a big smile when I look in to your face.
I couldn't tell you that my trouble's because my fear,
I was trying to tell about my love.
but I couldn't..
I was living for hope when I met you,
I'm happy to see you in my dream..
We can't speak and I can't listen to your voice in my dreams anymore.
But you stopped the time when I look in to your face.
How many years've past, I don't know..
We met every night,
I was fighting with death to reach you.
But you make me feel alone when I come back to earth..
I lived with you in my dream..
I woke up in mornings when you disappear.
I cried with voiceless screaming..
I don't know how we finish this nightmare.
But I hope when I wake up and hug you it's over..
PandoraPandora10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The very first woman,
Mankind's gift and curse,
A gift for man to adore,
And the curse that plagues him.
Molded by Hephaestus,
Out of silt and clay,
The masterpiece of his hands,
Like man but different.
Zeus breathed her to life,
Athena made her intelligent,
There is no knowledge or craft,
She does not know.
The Graces made her charming,
Apollo endowed her music,
With a nightingale's voice,
She could shame the Sirens.
In beauty and grace,
With curiosity and cunning,
Of that of Hermes' trickery.
Thereof her name,
That means all–gifted,
The finest creation,
Fashioned by the gods.
She was taken down to earth,
As a wife to Epimetheus,
Blinded by her perfect beauty,
He forgets his brother's warning.
As a wedding present,
The gods gave her a box,
But she was firmly warned,
Never to open it.
The beautiful box,
Came form the very depths,
Of the realms of Hades,
Where all evil is sealed.
In her every waking hour,
She would trace her fingers,
On the box's intricate design,
Erotica Challenge - pwcaErotica Challenge - pwca12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hues low and guttural kiss her eyelids shut
Relief delves through her and she sighs pore deep
From you slipping inside her a whisper hushed
Excruciating thirst of the lioness
Preying upon the sky to lick whet
The juice of lime that drools within
Your icicle voice
Prickling up her skin
Turning her back/spine rigid
Legs twisting into steel-esque whimpers
You tease her.
Tell me what you want.
When sun-drenched moans escapes into
The sweet midday breeze oscillating
Around her head -whirling-
Back to you the imprint
Of her fingers steeped into your cotton flesh
Damp with lust
Pleading throat deep
From tear scarred eyes
Filled empty with reflections ceiling high
How your voice raked through her being
And your eyes closed to hear
Her last breathes caressing your ecstasy
Churning into shallow jewels
A mercurial incident
The staccato drop of her voice
Sends your senses spiraling
Deep into deafened delirium
Blood-thick lips gasp
Marching BandLet me tell you, I know Hell. Hell is a place of unbearable heat, where hopeless souls are forced into meaningless labor, in this particular case, walk around in bizarre patterns while playing instruments. In case you haven't guessed, I'm talking about High School Marching Band. I had been absolutely apposed to the idea of marching band, because it wasn't required for my level of band. Additionally I really sucked at playing Clarinet when I was sitting still, despite my seven years of it prior. Unfortunately for me, my parents were dead set on making me go. Now as anyone who has ever been a kid before, knows about the Parental Override Switch. It's a small switch installed in every decision we make until the age of eighteen that a parent can switch to whatever they want you to do, and try as you might to switch it back to whatever you want, the switch will never move. So was the case in my decisionMarching Band11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"Poeticks: On Angst" 1 of 2"Poeticks: On Angst" 1 of 211 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Angst. People admire and despise, protest and support, immerse in and shun, indifferently yawn, while holding very firm opinions as their respective buttons are pressed when they hear the word "angst." As a starting point of Poeticks, we have decided to take up the differing opinions from inside DeviantArt, to lay out those arguments for all of you to read. Please keep in mind that these are "your" thoughts, as they are, and you are completely free to agree or disagree. Our objective is not to push forth an ultimate commandment, but rather to present to you the many (and often times conflicting) opinions we have received from fellow DeviantArt writers, in hopes of perhaps enlightening, sublimating or organizing your perspectives on the matter; or even to entertain you. We would be extremely pleased if it would serve as a personal reference point, or if it would incite writers to question and re-debate in
Fallingan endless voidFalling10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hole so deep
that you'll fall forever
and never recover
and the mask you fashioned
from the roots
will only hide the decay from others
not yourself from the decay
and the words you use
to assure yourself
will only steal your empty air
and bring the darkness before the night
so save your words
and hide your mask
and pray to yourself
that this life wont last
The Siegemasters - Part VIIThe Siegemasters - Part VII12 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
T H E S I E G E M A S T E R S
Ten years have passed.
Autumn was barely halfway over. But it was already snowing in Caer Dinivel and the fireplace in the big main bar room of the Cloven Skull Inn was filled with blazing logs. Anlaf, the owner, was bustling about with a tray filled with tankards and glasses and the tavern wenches were equally busy. Several trading caravans were in the town on this market eve and there were plenty of travellers on route to or from the Ten Towns, the Druids' Sacred College at Dragon's Eye or the Elven and Dwarven strongholds in the Spine of the World. The crowded bar was loud with laughter and conversation.
The door opened and two people, a man in the hooded black leather robe of a Druid and a woman in a dark green mage robe came in, accompanied, to the worried stares of some patrons, by a large wolf. The man threw back his hood to reveal a lined, moustached and ravaged face
Sugar Coated KeroseneYou'll watch quietly as the flames consume meSugar Coated Kerosene11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what we've been trained for.
And they'll bleed perfect lives upon our lips
To give a taste of nothing more
Than a fragile lie.
I hope you choke on your arrogant illusions.
Force fed sugar coated kerosene
To ignite upon realization-
Upon one person's dawning notion
That things are not as they seem.
A devious safety mechanism
To destroy that which knows only truth
She who enlightens herself
Is but a threat.
We've all been
Force fed sugar coated kerosene
And I smile
As the flames consume me.
the art of missing you.he wakes up one day to find you gone. perched on top of your the pillow next to his, he finds a small note, paper curled up on its side. it read;the art of missing you.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i'm sorry to inform you, but your name has been taken away.
he blinks in disbelief at the slip of paper in his hand. kicking the covers off, he bolts out of bed and runs through the house, checking closets, cupboards, the shower. he ends up in front of the shoe cupboard, with a look of shock permanently seared into his face.
with you, he laughs and runs full pelt into the ocean, uncaring if the water splashes directly into his eyes or if he loses his ice cream cone in the tinkling water.
without you, he takes a step at a time, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and flinches as the frosty water laps at his toes.
with you, he sleeps soundly through the sounds of the shower, the banging of closet doors, but he doesn't sleep through the smell of breakfast.
without you, he finds himself awake at the ex
Fading into Dustthe sunFading into Dust10 years ago in Open More Like This
drowning into night
is another day lost
yet the endless highway
beyond imminent silver shores.
know the end of time
will be far hence
from our own fading
a flaming sky
lighting the world
it is for such beauty
that we live
and by these acts
that we know
that sinks from our souls
through the layers
of earth and history
like a song
that none truly hear
but all in some way know.
do not fear death
a mistrust of fate
will only bring it closer
spend your life alive
in the dying sun.