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Alexa To Ali - PoemI sit in my room and watch the rain clouds past by
I hold out my hand against the glass
I've always been so sickly pale
I've always been so death-like
I race to the battle field
I stand beside you
But I soon realize I'm not like you
I do not fully belong with you and your group
I'm not human
I'm not machine
I'm not half and half
I'm a full blooded Vampire
And I have my own view of the same battle field
I wield a different kind of weapon
I don't have guns or your fancy machine-based weapons
I wield fangs and a kind of speed you stare in envy at
I wield such a lighting quick mind that I've out thought you for the billionth time
You demand answers and all I can say is think fast
You watch me run into the sun and you realized with sicking horror what is to come
But I can't say I regret my action
I take my shot and unlike you machine-based creatures
I move among the dead while living in the world of the living
I reach back from the shadows and your enemy is no more
I watch their
InvaderAli ContestIt's never a good thing when you get in trouble with Megatron. And for one certain Seeker, once wasn't enough. It was a lesson never learned. Countless times he challenges his leader, never once focusing on the beat down that was likely to come. He was stubborn, and damn persistent. He gets at least a few points for that. And some dents, scratches, cracks, bent wings the list goes on. Once the damage was done he spends the rest of the day .or next few days in the brig.
Oh yes, he was very familiar with the brig. Starscream couldn't remove the pure anger and frustration in his expression. Another failed attempt .more quality time with the walls of the brig that seem to laugh at his misfortune. It took everything the young air commander had not to go insane. If he hadn't already. His frame still bore the marks form the beating, any energon that had flowed form the wounds had long since dried up and left a very unpleasant feeling. Of course, this isn't the first time,
Ilab Capitulo 2 hoja 1Ilab se encontraba sentado a los pies de su colchón. Pensaba. "¿Qué clase de lugar es este? No soy militar y no quiero serlo. No quiero dormir con extraños. Todo esto me da miedo. No quiero ir a esta escuela... ¿Y quién puede obligarme? ¿Y si me levanto y me voy? Sí, yo me voy de este lugar enfermizo."
Ilab respiró profundo, estaba a punto de levantarse cuando vio a un chico de pelo parado y alborotado de color negro con una mejilla roja y un chico de pelo negro con rayas rojas ser perseguidos por un hombre con uniforme azul marino, y al uniformado ser perseguido por un extraño chico de pelo rubio y playera como de tiburón. Eso quizá haya sido lo más extraño que haya visto en el día.
Ilab puso las manos en el suelo para apoyarse y levantarse y en eso escuchó un sonido en lo alto. Como el chirrido que suena al prender un micrófono. Buscó de dónde podía provenir el sonido pero no lo encont
Writing on the WallThe writing was on the wall.
It was invisible to most, true, but I could see it. It beckoned to me; lured me into the destitute old manor. I alone knew of the existence of some long-hidden, terrible secret.
The mansion had once been beautiful, I was told; the room I was currently in was proof enough of that. The walls were upholstered with what used to be the most fine and delicate of silks. At one point, it must have been a soothing, creamy colour; but now, it was darkened and stained with age and the waste of the animals taken to inhabiting the walls of the manor. Flags, of many national and familial origins, dangled from the weak strings still attaching them to the splitting rosewood flagpoles. Bright, unused silver sabres guarded a banquet setting that would never see another mirth-filled holiday feast or magnificent banquet; a moth-eaten table runner dangled off the ebony tabletop. I could feel the cotton carpet through the soles of my shoes.
It was nothing more than a beautiful f
Weeping Love Part 4When Lucas couldn't fall asleep, he had gotten out of bed and walked towards his bedroom window. He was hoping that the Statue was gone, but it wasn't. She was still there with hers arms reaching out, like she still wants to hug. Something about her he had loved, but even he couldn't really figure it out. How can a Statue move on its own? He had watched her for a good five minutes and decided to go into kitchen and grab something to drink. He was so confused on how this was happening and why.
As he sat in the kitchen, he was wondering what would happen if he had let the Angel touch him. He admitted that he was a little terrified about it, but maybe he was just a little crazy. He had decided to take the risk and put his shoes on and went outside in the dark. As he walked outside, the Angel was still looking at his bedroom window and he slowly walked towards her. She was more beautiful than before. Lucas was able to see her gorgeous face and noticed something on her cheek. The closer he
Secret Recipe: part 1 - Relativity episode 32 Sara sat at the conference table, chewing on the cap of her pen. It didn't do anything to assuage her nervousness, but she wasn't in a position where she could stand and pace the room.
Mrs. Winters stared over the top of her cat-eye glasses and pursed her lips. "You have done significant work to bring this institution to a position of viability. You have managed to cut overhead, expand services, and operate without a loss for two years. It's an impressive feat. However, that does not guarantee you will receive the full funding requested."
Leaning forward, the administrator tried to keep her voice level. "With all due respect, after we received the recent grant from Bruce Enterprises, we lowered our funding request. We're already operating on seventy percent of what we received a year ago, and are still managing to maintain our service levels. Further cuts are going to mean lay-offs and discontinuation of programs."
AloneYou never do realize how alone you are.
You have your best friend, family maybe even just a pet. They make you feel important in someway, that someone still likes you in the world.
But when you grow distant from you best friend, you think, "Well I have other people to talk too. It's no big deal."
But it goes on longer than expected, you see that you don't that special thing you use to share with each other. The way you might have talked, or how you acted. Hell you might not even glance each other in the eye to say something.
Your family begins to resent one another, their is always aruging. No one talks or do what they can to avoid each other. In some cases maybe even walk past you with out a glance, just like you were another unknown face in the crowd.
So you hope to head back to school, talk to those 'other people' you use to talk too. Then you realize they had other friends they were closer too and knew longer than you have, comes to a point they hardly talk to you either.
So now yo
Hellbound Chapter 11 - The Tempest RisesTantalus stood upon the balcony of the 'Tartarus' Heli-carrier observing all his troops clambering into the Daedalus transports, running is hand over the railings. The hour was almost up, with a few minutes to spare. Tantalus noticed a soldier signaling to him from the flight deck indicating his flight was ready for departure. He strode off and headed down the metallic staircase leading to the flight deck, where his own customized Daedalus Transport was waiting, a large heavy high tech transport copter with heavy armoured plating and two gunner positions located on either side of the transport. The large steel door lowered to allow Tantalus to step onto the deck of the Daedalus Transport, a commanding officer approached Tantalus, "We're all set sir. Ready to leave at your command, the comm is yours."
Tantalus grabbed the mic and punched the comms button to activate the system. His loud voice echoed through the Flight Deck, the control room, through every single area
Camp 01For a rusty piece of junk the jeep was holding up pretty good, but not good enough. Olivia was sure the jeep would only just make it to the camp; but as long as they made it they should be fine. She drove along the road carefully, trying to avoid any bumps and potholes at all costs; both for the jeep and Jason. She looked in the review mirror and saw Jason leaning against Tim. They might have Jason back, but he was far from being all right.
Jason held his side with both hands. His wound was healing but the road didn’t make it easy for him to keep faking he was fine. His eyes were red and tired. He cringed over every bump. He refused to admit that he wasn’t 100 percent.
After a while Tim finally said. “Can you watch where you’re going? He can’t take it.” He had an arm around Jason.
“Do you want to try driving on one of the crummiest road I’ve ever seen?” Olivia snapped, star
Lost in a sea of memoriesThe sun was coming out filling the sky with its rays and revealing the blue we all know.
I stand up. I spent the nigth on the outside with onliy a jacket to protect me from the cold of nigth, his jacket. I couldn't even sleep with this memories haunting me.
Both of us running, escaping. He giving me his jacket and telling me to go away... The sigth of him laying on the floor... Not being able to help him...Scyte... I'm sorry...
I grip the jacket behind me. I won't ever forget those two rubies for eyes looking at me as I run, the pain but relief in them, the single tear running down his cheek into the blood-stained floor.
I know, if he's dead, it's all my fault.
I start walking into the city not paying attention to anything but my thoughts, until I stump into something.
I look up apologizing, and I meet with a pair of emerald eyes looking back at me. Those eyes felt... Familiar, as if I've seen them before. Then it comes to me. But, how can it be? is he really... Desmond? Brother?
Untitled Draft"Hay veces que la más mínima gota de agua puede hacer rebalsar un vaso"; en mi opinión es una frase que, al ser demasiado usada, pierde su verdadero significado. No, no me refiero al significado que, por ejemplo podemos buscar en el diccionario. Sino a ese significado "emocional", al que cuando nos hablan de eso, sabemos como se siente estar en esa situación. Como cuando, vemos algún vídeo de accidentes en internet, y nos impresionamos al ver cómo el chico que iba en bicicleta se cae y se golpea fuertemente la cabeza contra un poste de luz. O como cuando alguien nos muestra un raspón del tamaño de su dedo en su rodilla, y nos empieza a contar cómo se lo hizo. Entonces uno empieza a exclamar "AHHH", "TSS", o "NOO, NO SIGAS HABLANDO QUE ME DA IMPRESIÓN". Pero, lo curioso es que nadie hace ese tipo de exclamaciones exageradas cuando alguien dice la frase, con la cual comencé éste texto.
Curioso ¿verdad?, nos impre
Vampire Knight - PoemI sit in your shadow
Awaiting your orders
I boredly look over my shoulder
Why do you pick these machines over me I muse alone at night
I am your vampire
A warrior who is immortal
I fight along side their cause
But I wonder if they accept me
A non-machine, A non-human
For all their big talks
For all the show and big fire works
I am the constant ace in their deck
I am their backup, I am their knight
But do they love me and cherish me?
But do they want me and need me?
But do they cherish my life?
I see how you look at him
It makes my heart shatter eveytime
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
But again, as night falls, I'll become your knight
But again, as sun raises, I'll be your perfect guardian
Silent and voiceless as the stars that weep for my lost spirit
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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