Blazing TrailsHey everyone! I just wanted to throw out a little encouragement to you!More Like This
Last weekend, I was sort of feeling bummed about the ways in which I'm serving God. A friend of mine at church was getting high praise for doing something that immediately and visibly impacted the church, but it quickly occurred to me that we don't really get to hear that about the manga we create. This sort of discouraged me. At least for me, doing this thing that is so out of the ordinary, not many people have much encouragement for me. They don't get it and they don't see its usefulness.
However, God doesn't leave me discouraged for long. Within 10 minutes of my feeling down, a friend at church whipped out a very surprising gift for me: a Japanese manga magazine written by Christians.
The magazine is called "Ramii" or "Lammy." It's a monthly magazine packed with lots of awesome manga. Minus the thinner size, it's pretty similar in style to any other manga magazine here in Japan. And w
The Disguised Princess And The Prince- Part 4More Like This
Every conversation I have with you~
I never want it to end
If only I could see your eyes
I've yet to hear your voice
While my heart is on 'stand by'
Let the daydreaming make do
Openly Romantic Heart for you~
I thought my Prince was the man I described in a previous poem, but I still hope to find you in good timing, Prince Charming... ~
My dream I enter once more
The Prince was showing me this beautiful garden of flowers- there were numerous assortments of every flower known to man. I was amazed by the sight of every last one of them. He and I were talking amongst such silly jokes about all sorts; i.e. a man eating his shoe in a dream, someone sneezing in front of flowers, and anything appropriately funny for our conversation between the two of us. I tugged on his arm a few times when we were both laughing and there we were- two peas in a pod as if we knew each other from the fondest memories of childhood. I felt so comfortable around h
projecteducate needs writers! Yes, that's you!%projecteducate needs writers!More Like This
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The Disguised Princess And The Prince- Part 2More Like This
I enter into my dream once more.
I saw him again... The prince who asked me for a dance
Not only did I see a prince, and many others, but I fancied my eyes on someone I knew once upon a time. He was somewhat taller than I, but not by far. Chocolate brown eyes like I, pale skin which embroidered freckles upon his body, and his hair was thick, dark locks. I knew him for a long time... He broke my heart- I tried to set my eyes on anyone but him. Too late. He already was making his way towards I.
My heart beating in my throat, I couldn't speak, my fingers slippery with sweat, trying to correct my posture with all my might, and he saw me. He greeted me unusually...
"Why hello there.... Long time no see..."
"Indeed... Why are you here?"
"Why would you ask something ridiculous as that? I have the freedom to go anywhere I please, do I not?"
"You do..... *whispering* I just didn't expect for you to be at a place where I would be at the same time..."
"What was that...
The Disguised Princess And The PrinceMore Like This
Here I stand- in my trench coat and fedora hat, covering the watchful eyes o' mine so no one would notice. I felt like one of the main roles I got stuck with in life was being the spectator, the watcher, the mother hen, titles among those synonyms. I never thought that someone would be watching over me. I looked upon the beautiful couples dancing, recalling the couples I saw on the theatre stage not so long ago. Glitter and ribbons embraced the dresses so tightly, bow ties extravagantly elongated across the fellows' necks, a flower delicately placed on the buns of all the womens' hair, and it was all for that one chance... that one night... One hope that they would all become closely intimate in a relationship of their own....
~As I stood there watching, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I thought he was a punk looking for a freebie, but there he was....
Handsome as the fairy-tale person you would never expect to meet-- Bowing before me as if I were his Queen, not a princess.
Ode To Heart's LongingI look into the imaginationMore Like This
Only my character will allow
I see Ebenezer with his beautiful Belle
So smitten with their love so swell
I look at this beautiful couple
I fall in love with the sight of them
Folding my hands half-vertically upon another
Heels wanting to pop up in the air
She had beautiful blonde hair
He was so, the fairest, of any guy upon her sight
If only he lasted
But in that moment
That one moment in time... made me wish
Pretend he's beside me
Imagine waking to his face
When he finds me
That a sight!
What a day to rejoice!
His eyes smitten for my sight
His arms longing for my love
His legs anxious to take me places
His feet itching to play footsie with I
Will his heart long for me as I the same?
I stood up on the stage
In my party dress
Long white gloves impressed on my arms
Flowers and ribbons in my hair
Heels stood me up to hold my lengthy dress
I hope to be
FriendsI am not about to discloseMore Like This
That which I set my fiends to protect
Or explain the lore that I did claim
When rising to the Lordship I know hold
Content yourselves with what the story tells
About my flayed and maimed ultimate soul
The pitiful trick that brought me down
At the hands of a clueless little boy.
I will not now state different words
The Heroes won the day, I bit the dust
The pestilence I desperately would purge
Still the world roams and harrows worse than I
They say I was afraid of Death
Whose might I wield and for mantle wear
Thus all emotions soft I cast to emptiness
For no attachments means no compromise
No weakness that an enemy may use
No veering from the trail that must be blazed.
Fair enough depiction for a cartoonish take
On that which truly never must be named
I am pleased with my enemies in truth
This much they eased my reach to my goal
Now I may await here on my throne
Till they all filter in one by one
Not only to pay homage to my name
But greet me as the friend tha