Young boy sits in dark
Becoming one with demons.
Bloodstains run through his hair
Composing the Ballad of Despair.
As a lark flies, observing
The fields of battle and loss
He sees this world as hardly fair
Singing the Ballad of Despair.
Back clouds fill the heavens
And all around angels fall,
Mankind seems to hardly care
As they live the Ballad of Despair
The problems of few
Amplify those of many
Worlds castaways send up their flare
Surviving the Ballad of Despair
Aggressors fall to their knees
And victims will revolt.
None shall laugh at thy Doomsa'er,
Reciting the Ballad of Despair.
Life is wasted on the weak
But weak is what we are.
Life'
"Field Trip!"
I slowly lowered the headphones from my head, and the soothing sounds of Pink Floyd vacated my ears. I must have heard wrong. A field trip? It's the last day before exams with 15 minutes left in class. How the hell could we be going on a field trip?
But nevertheless, everyone got up and promptly followed my teacher out the door, leaving me alone, if only for a moment. I jumped up and ran or the door, leaving my books behind. The headphones around my neck were still playing "Dark Side of the Moon" as I caught up with my class. It was a small class, with about 13 grade 11 kids who decided that they wanted to get a jump on grade
He flies on the wings of an angel,
To the depths, to have lunch with a devil.
Devout follower,
Of a great not-there,
And he’ll see us all in peril.
He rides the apocalypse,
Rules with an Iron Fist.
And when the time has come,
Arise will, his cult of none,
And atop our fates he sits.
For at the end of days,
When there is no more left to say,
His whisper shall slice,
Through the destroyers of life,
And restore the prospect of today.
But his mind is not at rest,
It’s apocalyptic, at best.
For down here on Earth,
We dwell in our mirth,
And have failed the ultimate test.
His afterlife will cease,
Saved from the beasts
That live in
ANOTHOLGY
Contents:
1-6 ~ Poetry
1. The Girl of my Dreams
2. Worker Bees
3. 10 Things I Know to be True
4. Pressure
5. 26 Letters
6. Arachne's Children
7-14 ~ Short Stories
7. I'm Good at What I Do
8. Freefall
9. Thump
10. The Voices
11. Phenomenon
12. Reason for the Season
13. Afterlife
14. Thirty White Horses
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1. The Girl of my Dreams
Fear is taking over
Because I’m sure I know her.
That little girl, from my worst dreams
How she longs to hear my scream.
Shifting closer, staring hard
Into my soul, her one god-card.
Sees my love, my hate, my fear
and starts to grin from ear to ear.
Closer still, and I can&rsquo
Young boy sits in dark
Becoming one with demons.
Bloodstains run through his hair
Composing the Ballad of Despair.
As a lark flies, observing
The fields of battle and loss
He sees this world as hardly fair
Singing the Ballad of Despair.
Back clouds fill the heavens
And all around angels fall,
Mankind seems to hardly care
As they live the Ballad of Despair
The problems of few
Amplify those of many
Worlds castaways send up their flare
Surviving the Ballad of Despair
Aggressors fall to their knees
And victims will revolt.
None shall laugh at thy Doomsa'er,
Reciting the Ballad of Despair.
Life is wasted on the weak
But weak is what we are.
Life'
"Field Trip!"
I slowly lowered the headphones from my head, and the soothing sounds of Pink Floyd vacated my ears. I must have heard wrong. A field trip? It's the last day before exams with 15 minutes left in class. How the hell could we be going on a field trip?
But nevertheless, everyone got up and promptly followed my teacher out the door, leaving me alone, if only for a moment. I jumped up and ran or the door, leaving my books behind. The headphones around my neck were still playing "Dark Side of the Moon" as I caught up with my class. It was a small class, with about 13 grade 11 kids who decided that they wanted to get a jump on grade
He flies on the wings of an angel,
To the depths, to have lunch with a devil.
Devout follower,
Of a great not-there,
And he’ll see us all in peril.
He rides the apocalypse,
Rules with an Iron Fist.
And when the time has come,
Arise will, his cult of none,
And atop our fates he sits.
For at the end of days,
When there is no more left to say,
His whisper shall slice,
Through the destroyers of life,
And restore the prospect of today.
But his mind is not at rest,
It’s apocalyptic, at best.
For down here on Earth,
We dwell in our mirth,
And have failed the ultimate test.
His afterlife will cease,
Saved from the beasts
That live in
ANOTHOLGY
Contents:
1-6 ~ Poetry
1. The Girl of my Dreams
2. Worker Bees
3. 10 Things I Know to be True
4. Pressure
5. 26 Letters
6. Arachne's Children
7-14 ~ Short Stories
7. I'm Good at What I Do
8. Freefall
9. Thump
10. The Voices
11. Phenomenon
12. Reason for the Season
13. Afterlife
14. Thirty White Horses
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1. The Girl of my Dreams
Fear is taking over
Because I’m sure I know her.
That little girl, from my worst dreams
How she longs to hear my scream.
Shifting closer, staring hard
Into my soul, her one god-card.
Sees my love, my hate, my fear
and starts to grin from ear to ear.
Closer still, and I can&rsquo
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA,
Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh.
Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care,
In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there.
The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads.
And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light,
Had just settled down to log-off for the night,
When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter,
Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter.
To the browser window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache.
When what to his art-loving ey
So, I'm gone for a couple of days, and when I come back, I find I've gotten my very first DLD!
..I'm so honored!
I just want to thank ~LadyofGaerdon (https://www.deviantart.com/ladyofgaerdon) for featuring this piece: :thumb373868013:
I also want to thank everyone who has supported me. (:
And finally, thank you to :icondailylitdeviations: for featuring me!!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Mankind, flowing in and out.
Daily routines, followed without a doubt
ideas for the future,
No thoughts of the past.
Their plans they always nurture,
but they always come to pass.
Hollow men, we are
Across the world, near and far.
We say we care,
we say we'll fight
But too expensive is the fare,
and what's out of mind is out of sight.
Our history is great,
However built upon hate.
Which feeds our ego
and fuels our greed.
Oh just where can we go,
I have a plan, so here heed.
Break the mold,
of those that are old.
Live with compassion,
Live through the strife
and don't ask for permission,
To live your own life.
We're stu
I am a writer I like- A good gory story Writing a good gory story Zombie movies Rock and roll The band disturbed My band The drums Music (obviously) dragons Fantasy Stephen king Creatively killing off my main characters Egyptian Mythology Rugby! I dislike- Sappy/too happy endings Boring main characters Lacrosse (arch enemy of Rugby) Racism
Current Residence: A place Favourite genre of music: Rock all the way Favourite style of art: Literature and anime MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch Shell of choice: im not a turtle... Wallpaper of choice: Buzz Lightyear! :P Skin of choice: Probably my own. I'm not leather face. Favourite cartoon character: Animal the Muppet drummer Personal Quote: If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you
Favourite Visual Artist
Dr. Suess... WAIT HES NOT AN ARTIST :(
Favourite Movies
Nightmare Before Christmas
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Avenged Sevenfold
Favourite Writers
Rick Riordan, JK Rowling, Kenneth Oppel, Dan Brown, and Myself!
Favourite Games
Non electronic: Rugby - Electronic: League of Legends
Hey guys, I went MIA for a LONG time there. I may go MIA again, but i think I'm going to start integrating dA back into my life. Just and update, and I'll be posting poetry/stories as I make them.
Yes, am alive. Not sure for how long though (metaphorically, of course). I'm really losing interest in dA, I fear my days are numbered. I'll make some stories or something and post 'em, but expect prolonged inactivity (not that it's anything new)...
Works to put into my book:
Thump
The Voices
Worker Bees
Fly on the Wall
Arachne's Children (Infected)
Money, Root of all Evil
Run For Your Life
Plus anything else that is to be written that I deem worthy to put into it. Any thoughts, concerns, or pieces that you think should be in it? Comment :)