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The Poor Man's Wealth

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The Poor Man's Wealth

On a sunny spring day long, long ago a sad raccoon found himself tired and alone in the middle of a forest. For many days the raccoon had been traveling in search of something that would bring him happiness, but his journey had found him only more sadness. His feet were sore, his fur was matted, and—as he had eaten his last cob of corn the night before—he was without food. Just when the raccoon was about to surrender all hope of ever finding happiness a man with a wide smile on his face and a sack of potatoes over his shoulder came into sight. "Hello," the raccoon said. "Hello," the man returned. “Please sir, I'm so hungr
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The Poor Man's Wealth

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The Poor Man's Wealth

On a sunny spring day long, long ago a sad raccoon found himself tired and alone in the middle of a forest. For many days the raccoon had been traveling in search of something that would bring him happiness, but his journey had found him only more sadness. His feet were sore, his fur was matted, and—as he had eaten his last cob of corn the night before—he was without food. Just when the raccoon was about to surrender all hope of ever finding happiness a man with a wide smile on his face and a sack of potatoes over his shoulder came into sight. "Hello," the raccoon said. "Hello," the man returned. “Please sir, I'm so hungr

End of Day

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End of Day

Oh no! He thought, dropping the sheargrub he'd been dragging for half a mile. Oh no, oh no. It's getting late. Deep blue streaks had slowly consumed the sky, devouring the pink and purples so subtly that the transition had gone unnoticed. Unnoticed to the poor Pikmin, that is. The grass, on the other hand, was already coming to life. It swayed and rustled, swishing blades back and forth like metal shears. A twig cracked, shouting splintered echoes into the night. Sleepy roars answered, calling all that still slumbered to rouse for the nightly gorging. The Pikmin glances at the sheargrub and jostled his white bulb. If only he were a flower,

Remix

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Remix

One Two One two Three four One two three four CRASH cymbals drums Drum drum cymbal Drum Drum Drum Screech and hollar Unruly fanfare Stomp drum CRASH Spin, leap, moonwalk Twang twang twang Drum drum Twang Whistle, a flute Violin rising Fading bass Drum Female murmur, whisper, and hum Cue the choir Single harp, slow and soft CRASH Cheer, howl, shout Applaud Drum twang twang drum Burst of fire Twang twang Drum cymbal cymbal twang drum Scream Spin, twirl, moonwalk Stop Dim Drum... Drum... Twang (fade) Drum... Choir (fade) Drum... Hum (fade) ... ... ... Encore

T'Was the Night Before Present

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T'Was the Night Before Present

I lay in bed In the dead of night Waiting for sleep Waiting for him Waiting for tomorrow When there will be gifts Games and toys and pie Oh boy I love tomorrow I love it so Suddenly a thump A clatter and a crack The tinkle of bells Powdered snow falls from the roof And sprinkles the yard Like a sugar donut It's him! He's here! Can I see him? Can I say "hi?" There's a noise downstairs The creeping of feet The rustle of a bag The guzzling of milk I slip out of bed Shiver in the cold My breath slips away in whispered puffs But I can't be deterred I must be tough! Into the hall, I tip on my toes Down the stairs Thro

An Understanding

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An Understanding

    I've come to an understanding         Oh?         About what?    Well, you see    The whole time I sat there    I couldn't figure it out    This tight    Painful    Pinching feeling    In my bladder    And only now that I'm standing    Do I realize    I have to pee

The Secret Stall

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The Secret Stall

"Come on man. Hurry up." Ken pounded against the sandy colored stall, dancing erratically. He'd been holding it in since the day began, but the school lunch seemed to shoot right through him. Now he was past the bursting point. The point where you begin to sweat from the sheer strain of flexing every muscle in your body in an attempt to hold it back. The point where you're about to pop like a balloon, and your face turns blue with a lack of oxygen. "Just use the next one over!" a flustered voice called out from behind the door. "You know I can't," Ken said, glancing at the only other stall in the bathroom. It was known as the "secret stall.

Angel

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Angel

Woah! I think I've just seen an angel She walked past the door And the entire hall began to glow Bright as the sun I think she's made a believer of me Because there's just no way She was not divine Maybe if I pray I can see her once more But not in a dream Not in a vision Not in a memory But infront of me Because there's almost no way Such beauty Could be Real

The Admirer's Voice

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The Admirer's Voice

Hi, I know you hardly know me - if you do know me at all Because I don't talk too much - my mouth seems to fumble with words But my eyes work fine - when I have my glasses on And they've seen your beauty - like a light on Christmas Eve The softness of your skin - the shimmer across your eye The voice that chimes - like the purest silver bell Hair so light, so soft - like the gentlest of drifting clouds On the darkest night - when there is no star in sight I imagine you shine bright - like a holy light You are the unmatched ray of hope - that washes away fear and doubt And for that - i sincerely thank you

Mad Cat

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Mad Cat

Meow     Are you hungry? Meow     I guess you are. Meow     Don't eat the fish! Meow     Not the curtains! Meow     Oh, my poor fern! Meow     Look at this couch! Meow     Oh no, out you go. Meow     ....Fine.... Meow     How can I stay mad? Meow     A compelling argument. Meow     You certainly are convincing. Meow     It's okay. Meow     I forgive you.

Where Are You Going?

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Where Are You Going?

Who are you? Do I know you? Do you know me? Do we know? I think we used to Perhaps long ago Oh no No no I'm wrong You knew me But I didn't know you Or did I? I can't tell I can never tell Will you help me? Of course not You're having too much fun With these dumb games I don't like these games I wish they would end Where did you go? I can't see you It's dark Wait, is that you Grabbing my hand? Are you taking me somewhere Away from here? Wait where did you go Don't leave me Where's your hand I can't feel it It's cold Are you still there? Is that you giggling? Wait No You're crying What's wrong? Why are you

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Moo Says the Cow

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Moo Says the Cow

"Hoo," says the owl "Moo," says the cow "Quack," says the duck "Squeak," says the mouse "Meow," says the cat "Woof," says the dog "Ssss," says the snake "Chirp," says the bird "Bzzz," says the bee "Fuck!" Screams the angry little poet who just stubbed his toe
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  • Aug 14, 1991
  • United States
  • Deviant for 12 years
  • He / Him
My Bio
Hey, my name's Nathan DiYorio. Currently a student in high school, but we all know how that is: Sex, Drugs and Homework.

I currently wish to be an author of short stories, novels and everything inbetween in a wide variety of genres, ranging from depressing teenage angst-filled slice-of-life stories to the wonderous and beautiful magic that can only be found in the world of fantasy. Also, horror and sci-fi.

I am cool with people using my poems or pictures on other websties provided that they credit me properly as either "Nathan DiYorio" or "Kriven Raven" and post a link to my DeviantArt Page. That's this page, for those of you who didn't know. Where prose is concerned I would love it if, instead of copying my whole story, you took an excerpt of about three-hundred words then posted a URL to the story from my DeviantGallery. Thanks :D

Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Metal
Favourite style of art: Anime though I usually like an original artist-specific twist to the art
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Player

Favourite Visual Artist
Bleedman
Favourite Movies
Not really sure I have one, there's so many
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I have a few favorites... Evans Blue, Trapt, Switchfoot, Evanescence. That's just a couple of &
Favourite Games
Super Smash Bros. Brawl
Favourite Gaming Platform
GameBoy Advance... It's like the SNES 2
Tools of the Trade
Pen and Notebook
Other Interests
Anime, Manga, Games, etc.

Video Game Review: Super Mario Land 2

Video Game Review: Super Mario Land 2

Super Mario Land 2 is the equally-odd follow-up to 1989's Super Mario Land, a game which I hold dear to my heart and reviewed not long ago. While the original Super Mario Land was more of an aesthetic departure from the majority of the series, even including a pair of levels which were downright in the wrong genre, its younger brother takes a step back towards the traditional Mario style of visuals and play while also being damn sure to retain the weirdness from its predecessor. Mario will travel through six lands to get back to his castle, including a short trip into outer space and a dizzying climb through a clockwork tower that looks just

Welcome to the Mushroom Empire!

Welcome to the Mushroom Empire!

Playing Super Mario Land got me thinking about something which has bugged me for quite some time, and I think I've finally found an answer (though it's one I've suspected for quite a while.) Before I really get into this, though, I have to give a warning that this is just the thoughts of a nerd who over-analyzes things which the creators have not typically bothered to care about. But I just like to put myself in these fictional places and imagine how that particular world works. I dunno. If that makes me a loser, then so be it. Back to the topic at hand. Super Mario Land takes place in a country known as Sarasaland, which is ruled over by th

Exercise Your Mind

Exercise Your Mind

I'm sorry, more to myself than to my readers, that I go through these ridiculous phases. It's the most tiring on-again/off-again relationship I've ever had! My fickle mind. I can have a wonderful creative stretch going, but just a small interruption and it's right back to the intellectual and creative gutter for two or three months. That's not any way to live, and it's not any way to reach my dreams. I know that. But once you're in that gutter it's so damn hard to climb out. I never in my life thought that motivation to do something you enjoy doing would be one of the most difficult things to attain. It can be really hard to believe that cre

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LilothestitchStudent Artist
Happy Birthday
CnHGirlHobbyist Traditional Artist
:rose:Thanks for joining :iconthe-free-pens:, Mr. DiYorio!:rose:
CenturyCentaurusHobbyist General Artist
just found your web blog, followed it to your page at fb and found ur profile on here, ur an insanely creative and admirable person. at least thats what i think after this first introduction into your world of thoughts... i will be waiting for more. :)
Thanks for the fav and comment. :)
No problem. You're a great photographer ^_^
KenzieLovesMusic21 General Artist
Thanks for the favorite 8D