Angels stroll
through the world.
Learning and enlightening
With every breath
they take.
I have met a few.
Listened to all
They would say to me.
Not all of it
Made sense.
But don't give up
on me yet,
I am still trying.
One angel stayed
With me.
I made
Her cry.
For this I am
damned
To ignorance.
One question
Will haunt me
Until the end of my days.
Why does a cold
tear
sear
so deeply into me?
I think your palms are sweating,
I think your eyes say they want me.
But when we kiss all doubt goes away,
All suspicions are replaced by truth.
I know your breath has become shallow,
I know your pulse has quickened with mine,
I know your skin is smooth under my hand,
I know your lips are softer than silk,
And I know you will take a part of me.
You can take more, if you want...
Just give me another kiss.
"Truthsayer, tell me who can stop me from claiming this world as my own!"
"Changelings can defeat you, four in particular. Like your son, but different. Together they will have a power unparalleled since the dawn of time. No force can stop them, not even a sorceress as powerful as you. This world will bend to their mighty wills."
"You said 'will' have a great power. Do they not already? Where are they?! Help me to destroy them now and I will keep you as an advisor to my court."
"It is fate. This power will come into being, no matter what you do. If you wish I can tell you where you can find them, but it will do you no good to tr
The Colors of a Curse
Once, on a world far from Earth, a bastard was born to a fighter class. His story will give you hope, give you sorrow, give you anger, give you pity, and maybe even take them all away to leave your mind desolate. No matter what you feel towards this hero, or villain, you must respect him. There has never been, and may never be, a stronger man. Now I will tell you about his trials.
The story begins with the child's father. Edward, the last of the fighter kings, was known throughout the world as Edward the Ender. His name struck terror into all of those who did not know him, only of him. Friends and family knew that he
Elemental
A child plays in a field of flowers, happy and without worry. His parents hurry to ready the house for the oncoming storm. He believes this storm is like any other he has seen in his short time on Heidi. The adults know what comes in the eye of this storm. Not peace as one might expect...no, the eye of this storm is chaos embodied. They won't survive it, no one will.
Book of Void
One fateful night a comet struck a small planet known as Heidi. Nestled within this cold rock was a small child. A young couple from a nearby village found him and took him in as their own. They named him Stolen because they thought the planet had take
The Magnificent Duo
On a long lonely road, a boy kicks an aluminum can. As he strolls aimlessly along the road he hears an explosion. The loud boom barely even registers, as he is so use to hearing them from the mines. Leaves begin to stir, and then blow violently across the lane. Suddenly the proximity of the blast is apparent to the boy. He bolts into the woods towards the source of the blast. Rocks roll down the crater whose rim the boy just skidded to. In its center there stands a man, breathing heavily. The child stands there, staring in awe at what seems to be the cause of this crater. The man acknowledges his company, and waives the
What It Takes To Make a Hero by fearsome, literature
Literature
What It Takes To Make a Hero
What It Takes To Make A Hero
A bus lays on its side, engulfed in flames. Eighteen of the twenty passengers watch in terror as they see the last two trying to get out. The "man" who had pulled the others free grabs the last two as quickly as he can. His audience can barely realize what had just happened, but dismiss their confusion when they notice the last two at their feet. While the passengers tend to each other, their savior leaves unnoticed. He does not ask for recognition, he merely gives thanks everyday that he was blessed with his "gifts".
Upon his return home, he is greeted by his wife. This eternal slave of humanity rests in a ch
The Dynamic Mission
In the early 21st century a country called the United States of America was at war with an organization known as the Taliban. The Taliban secretly created a Cell of "super" soldiers. After being smuggled into the borders of America, these soldiers began to wreak havoc. They became known as the Terrors. Chosen at birth, and modified by the latest technology; these twelve men seemed unstoppable. The American government created a counter-agent to deal with these Terrors. Its name was Perfection. This is what is known of its story.
Government spies gave this "superhero" all of the intelligence that they could. That was all
Hell Hath No Fury
There are three basic attributes that we use to measure species: intelligence, physical strength, and energy. Physical abilities were the easiest to gauge, then intelligence soon followed, but there was no way to measure energy. Then my grandfather came along, and invented a device that could read a being's power. Dad perfected the gauge, then started an expedition to get readings on all of the races in the universe. When he was too old to continue, I started going out in his stead. Along the way we learned that some had greater physical strength than we did, a few had more energy than we had, but none were as intelligent
"Truthsayer, tell me who can stop me from claiming this world as my own!"
"Changelings can defeat you, four in particular. Like your son, but different. Together they will have a power unparalleled since the dawn of time. No force can stop them, not even a sorceress as powerful as you. This world will bend to their mighty wills."
"You said 'will' have a great power. Do they not already? Where are they?! Help me to destroy them now and I will keep you as an advisor to my court."
"It is fate. This power will come into being, no matter what you do. If you wish I can tell you where you can find them, but it will do you no good to tr
I think your palms are sweating,
I think your eyes say they want me.
But when we kiss all doubt goes away,
All suspicions are replaced by truth.
I know your breath has become shallow,
I know your pulse has quickened with mine,
I know your skin is smooth under my hand,
I know your lips are softer than silk,
And I know you will take a part of me.
You can take more, if you want...
Just give me another kiss.
Angels stroll
through the world.
Learning and enlightening
With every breath
they take.
I have met a few.
Listened to all
They would say to me.
Not all of it
Made sense.
But don't give up
on me yet,
I am still trying.
One angel stayed
With me.
I made
Her cry.
For this I am
damned
To ignorance.
One question
Will haunt me
Until the end of my days.
Why does a cold
tear
sear
so deeply into me?
I sparked a peyote dream, and drew on it, unfiltered, until the glow burnt my lips. I could see the vision coming: her hair, her eyes, her hips. She cast me her sideways glance, shrugging off my charm. Though, with it, I felt lucky, seeing my heart would avoid harm. A malicious game erupted from this darting of eyes, snide smiles, understood gestures, and, of course, insinuation-filled language. Chests earthquaking, our mouths were volcanoes waiting to spew forth our magma from within... but we held back. I saw from the glow of the embers in her pupils that she (finally she!) wanted to know if our territories were shared. Or if the poor girl
Current Residence: Indiana, USA Favourite genre of music: Rock Favourite photographer: The guy at Sears Favourite style of art: Anime Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Helio Favourite cartoon character: Carl from ATHF Personal Quote: "Fuckin fuckhole fucker!"
Well, I posted a series I took at a skate park in Louisville. This is the first anything I've posted for the longest time. I'm pretty happy with the way these that I decided to post turned out overall. Corey, one of the riders featured in the pics has his own site here at DA if you want to check it out http://crimnal-element.deviantart.com/
May 25th was the last time I submitted anything, I have pictures and stuff laying around...just nothing good enough to post. I have to get off my lazy ass and go make some art!
I was reading a magazine today and read that a great comedian died last week, Mitch Hedberg. That sucks!! I was just turned on to him less than a year ago, but already I loved him! He was freaking hilarious, I have to run out and buy any cds and dvds he has before they are pulled off the shelf!