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My ProfileHello, sweethearts! ~CelestialMemories, here!
I would first like to sincerely apologize about my lack of activity on dA, life is stressful. But I'm going to keep working, and working, to ensure that you guys all have a successful bit on dA with all of the critiques and comments and messages I can answer! I've been selfish, so let's fix that, with first, a WATCHer, feature!
So I have hit 134 WATCHers! And I know someone could easily just collect some icons and deviations and post them here, but I want to do something different!
I will be featuring all of the icons of the deviants, and in alphabetical order to your name given on your profile you can find a deviation of yours which has been featured! Please favorite this journal and show some love to the deviants who were so kind enough to WATCH me!
NOTE: A few deviants will have special messages they will need to see, scroll down to see if your name is listed and click on the link given to find your message.
My beautiful WATCHer List:
Wow, you guys have some pretty interesting usernames!!!
Anyway! Let's move to the deviation feature. This is alphabetical based off the name given in your name box (or if I already know your real name without it). If you did not give a name, find yours based off your username!
I hand alphabetized them too! Just look at the beginning process of figuring out your names! (ontop of the notebook for my newest upcoming story Death Wears Pinstripes)
A-I
A Trader From Far Away
A trader came to town today
He came from a land far away
He many things for sale
From freaky clothes to fruited ale
I, being the good soul that I am,
Gave him the tour of the town
I showed him the upsides and the down
When we neared the end of the tour
I took him in my humble store
"This all so weird," he said
"In my town no one bakes your bread
Or sows your thread
You just learn to do it
Or end up dead.
But the strangest thing of all
Is all the silver that you wear
It's on your clothes and in your hair.
Why do you replace it with sand?"
"Sand?" I spluttered a bit taken a back
For I was in my finest silver
His l
Ambrosia HallwaysThere's a certain kind of loneliness,
Found within florescent hallways,
Filled with strong scents of ambrosia.
I sit near the end,
Conversing lightly,
Exchanging trivialities,
Giggling over deflated pot pies,
And those drinks that freeze to your hands.
Gesticulating dramatically,
and dueling with plastic forks.
Until distant echoes come to greet me.
I let my skin become the wallpaper,
With oblong shadows, and stained surfaces.
My eyes the paintings,
hanging by threads with better pasts.
From head to toes, withered tulips bloom, under murky yellow skies.
Cursing my failed faith,
I clasp hands together,
Pray to a God I have forgotten.
Silence
Reunion, a Pokeshipping Fanfic - P3"So they're taking the gym away from you?" Molly asked, her eyes wide as she stared at her broken role model, her head lowered in shame.
"Yeah," Misty sighed, weakly, "It's just ridiculous. Just because I'm really strong, they have to tear this place down. I mean, I've been gym leader for so long, and now they're just taking it all away."
"Isn't there something you can do?"
"Nope. Notta thing," Misty replied, attempting to smile. She couldn't look so sad in front of someone who had traveled such a long way to comfort her, such a long way to help her feel better. It was ridiculous, a grown woman (she was 18 now, anyway) like herself sobbing
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life...
Daily NewsLike a high kite -
almost above the wind.
Free Writing Exercise #10 (love poem)Pressing the tip of the tongue
to sharp pains inside my lip.
Far too often it is the irony taste
of your own blood, laced in
contempt, that draws a conclusion.
Sharing morning crepes, your's had
strawberries and blueberries, brought
us together. I wore a hand print - one
the night refused to fade away. My
cheek was branded by similar hate and
your words lashed with unbridled fervor.
You ruined breakfast that morning.
I don't miss butterscotch, that pesky
feline - the one who scratched my desk
legs apart. She hissed like a serpent and
lacerated when her personal space was
invaded. Too bad the entire house was hers.
Now it left
CurlsI'm
caught up
in your curls,
blissful, breathless,
backslidden to the moment we first met.
But I'm muddled in the thickets of your
marvelous mind,
blurred out by
thoughts of
him.
Spring But NotYour feet are nice and warm,
But mine have turned to ice,
Bundled up in Winter clothes,
Hot chocolate is my vice.
You have the pretty butterflies,
Though I have only moths,
Huddled by the fireplace,
Wrapped up in Winter cloths.
You have visits to the beach,
And days out in the park,
Whereas I'm in bed by 7,
Thanks to the early dark.
So yes you are in Spring,
And lucky all of you,
But down here I am in Winter,
So screw the lot of you!
:P
Chapter 1: Ungifted
Chapter 1: Ungifted
The cottage was in the middle of a dark forest, where timber wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Inside the cottage, mice scurried across the wooden floor and the glow of a single candle lit up the tiny room.
Screams rent the night; the screams of a mother giving birth. Lena gripped her husband's hand tight as the mid-wife crooned encouragement: "You're almost done, just push a little harder. That's right, just hold on. You're almost there."
Lena panted, her chest heaving with the effort of child-birth. 'Almost there, yeah right.' She thought. 'She said that three hours ago, and look where that's got us.' She
(Id), Comes to Breakfast(Id), Comes to Breakfast
Famine scorched earth,
Nysa, stood bare
Breasts exposed
Snow cinders, melted atop the
Banqueting table,
next to the blind girl Eurydice;
who, like a Maenad smashed the
cowardly lyre.
And choked the
Erinyes with tears.
The dog spat amongst
the perishing bodies of
Pomegranates
that
Bruised in the mouth
Of Persephone;
Their Seeds mangled
by fruit flies.
The Bacchantes diuretic,
festively washed refuse
Through the sinus of King Petheus,
the navel Of Agaue
to
Europa, who fought the dog
beneath the rotting ambrosia,
for the haveos de toro.
Turkey vultures
Who owned the lyre girl's eyes,
AloneElectric beats on the
moonlight air;
the sun is shining,
but I'd rather be anywhere
but here.
The air is empty and
I can feel the space
where you used to be.
My heart is in a race...
Never fear.
I've lost myself in the eclipse
and I don't know the way home.
In the moonlight air, everything's
made of chrome.
I'm near.
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foul, amisslove&trust
go hand in hand—
they take a trip
to no man's land;
they're linked like chains
around our souls
bind us together
two halves, one whole.
but love & trust—
they start to
drift
and once trust leaves,
love goes amiss
her death is marked
by a faithless kiss—
and then a lie,
and then a fist.
love comes down,
with a terrible disease
he locked my heart,
swallowed the keys.
trust does not return—
it is too late.
love is poisoned,
by silent hate.
Because of you
I have days where I want to hide,
Lock my doors and just stay inside.
Days where I want to fly,
Spread my wings and glide.
Moments when I want to leave,
You'd never believe.
I have nights when I am broken,
silly words from the overly outspoken.
Nights when it's all too much,
My head fills with nonsense and such.
Times when I wanna go,
Get in that car and follow the snow.
I have thoughts that betray my mind,
images of a negative kind.
A youth corrupted by words of hurt,
Ideas that make my flaws alert.
But I have good thoughts too,
Ones that make me think of you.
I have days when I think of you,
My nights are filled with tho
Nuckalavee (Commission)Malevolent fairy
Poison to all life
The demon Nuckalavee.
Riding a demonic horse
Spreading the blight
The demon Nuckalavee.
Enemy to all
The worst plague
The demon Nuckalavee.
Pure evil
Devouring innocence
The demon Nuckalavee.
SchizophreniaI can hear them. Can't you?
The voices swirling outside my head,
The empty promises leaving me
Unfulfilled.
I can see them. Can't you?
The beautiful wings
The pointed, black beaks
Both graceful, yet deadly.
I can't hear you
I can't see you
I can't touch you.
But you say you exist.
You urge me to do my best
To eat this pill.
What pill?
There's nothing in your hands.
I place my hand on your shoulder
And feel nothing.
I hear them again.
Promises of peace and relaxation
A world without this anxiety.
Where is it, I ask?
'Come here, come here!' is all they whisper.
I see them again.
Deadly birds, all colours of the rainbow
Breaking a PromiseEcho.
Echo.
Echo
In the back of your head.
You know that I trusted.
So tell me,
Does it haunt you?
Please,
Don't get lost.
Don't get lost in the echo
That rings in your ears.
I could hear the glass shatter
All the way from across the world.
No, I don't hate you.
Hate is too over used.
I loathe you
For allowing myself to trust you
One more time.
Because of YouThis love you've created
Such beauty within
The life of the hurting
Can finally end
My wings are now spreading
I fly in the wind
Your hand I am holding
My heart's on the mend
I know I am lucky
Because in this end
The darkness is broken
And light filters in
PaperIn this crumbled up piece of paper,
Your emotions have been hidden.
So long ago,
The words of your love song were written.
These are the words I long for;
I gaze at this paper in unbreakable stares.
Thoughts and confusion engulf me,
But in the inside my heart flares.
I search in the crowds and see you there,
As your eyes whisper out "I love you."
But I don't know what's going on anymore,
Is it that I feel this way too?
Dizzy and falling into the darkness,
I've been used to for many years.
I hide down here to rush away,
And block all of my indefinite fears.
I don't want to open up;
No I don't want to become your pup
regardless of where and which roads (write)i. so today we get together
as per your request
today you (at last) confess to me
i watch you narrate
the e.e. cummings you've
kept chained in your rhythm,
in your beats and paces and all other nooks
and crooks
and hidden places
i've secretly always known existed
i want you to start writing today
ii. you tell me you believe
in your ability
to write the words i always knew you whispered;
steaming at the hearts of other girls
turning them to froth
while i watch my own heart
shrivel like dregs
in the same cup of cappuccino
i've always been drinking off drought
iii. i am sc
The Raining Blood Saga (So far)Our story starts with a bold young man,
Who after losing a "game" sails out of his land
To search for the meaning of his life
Bringing with him his beloved ten scythe
He leaves his island to his servant, Nike
Who was a descendant of his late wife
After his master left, he made his plan come alive
To take over Demonia and to destroy every Demonis sibling that strived
Meanwhile, we go back to Shade
Who runs into his Rival, H
Who was a little ingrate who was held responsible for Ella's fate
Shade refused to bow to her
So Devera's citizens perished without a word
Along the way, we arrive at Stalaria
The home to the demi-gods of Demo
Deep Within the Confines of Her Mind Tick Tick Tick
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Peepholes Into the SoulAs I was thinking this evening, I was faced with this eternal question we're all confronted with at one time or another- Why. In my case, it was why do I write. A very good question, which I answered with this:
I write because, honestly, there's so much going on in my head that I can't bare to keep it all trapped within myself. It's a barrage of an eternal hurricane that is the cause of my being but yet hinders me so. Uncountable thoughts I want to share, create- to show you my world as I take your hand, then, maybe you could even share your own with me. Exploration of thought, represented in the most vibrant of colors that wave slowly in th
Last Goodbye
This is the last goodbye,
I'll every say,
For the heartache I feel,
Every day,
Has taken over,
A once-innocent mind,
And left me with a feeling,
That is empty,
Undefined,
I can't take this pain,
In my heart,
It burns inside,
And tears me apart,
To pick up the pieces,
Would only shatter me more,
I think I'll just sit here,
Alone,
And be torn...
ChangeFlowers grow,
flowers die.
Seasons pass,
people change.
Memories fade,
and minds wonder.
The world moves beneath my feet,
the stars alter and change,
Heroes are made,
and expectations are lowered.
The world is changing,
The people are changing,
You might be to.
Peacock dressesPeacock dresses swirl with shades of the night,
Contrasting against the sea of smiles.
The wheel of the ladder is the hardest thing to grasp
With the coolness of another's hands.
Golden wheat to cherry pink,
Emerald green to rippled blues
Swarms of buzzing hues.
Wisps of smoke float past me, leaving me in the corner. Alone.
By a flick of a paintbrush, a stranger of purple appears.
He bows and takes my hand, merging our two colours on the canvas.
The Royal begins to take the lead, caressing me and
Simply increasing our territory.
And as we grow old together, the foundation fills with splatters
Like a range of berries bursting and
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J-R
The Sea Through Your Eyes The wind ripped around me, tearing at my hair and fragile skin. I felt as though my eyes were forced open by the breeze, as if the world wanted me to take in every last moment left. Everything was surprisingly white and blur from up here. The ocean no longer appeared purple and green, but for once my eyes were clear and I saw the true blue. The sky was light blue with perfect white clouds dotting it. Today was beautiful. This was how I would want to remember the world.
I tucked my hair behind my ears and smoothed down my white dress, though it was to no avail. The wind was determined to cause my strands of hair to catch in my
Orion
To breathe the curve and then the coil
The bulge of arms, the pull and torque
He levels arrow true in place
As muscles flex in rhythmic tune
The grace and sinew of his bow
When then at last he lets it fly
Towards rearing Horsehead nebulae
While I'm in awe and full entranced
He ne'er gives me a single glance
Yet do I mind in spite the moon
It is for me that he aims low
To stay the target his first try
With stars that set himself ablaze
And claims the prize with self-same mark
What legend brands his epic deed
And 'twixt the galaxies we'll spark.
Secret Agent Shepard: An Essay Secret Agent Shepard: An Examination of the Role of Agency in the Mass Effect Franchise
Roger Ebert, the film critic for the Chicago Sun-Times once famously said "no video gamer now living will survive long enough to experience the medium as an art form" (Ebert). This unsupported statement comes not from the Donkey Kong days of the 1980s when games were simplistic affairs where you ran, jumped, and saved the princess in an effort to type "ASS" into a high score screen, but from 2010, three years after video gaming saw the largest single-day entertainment event ever with Halo 3's $170 million single-day gross and
Sonnet IVIf I ponder how each hour is spent,
Softly drift' along the motionless tide;
'Dark fresco, none so black which one may hide,
Or voice to suffer my minds discontent.
Where art thou maker? beyond the night bound,
Heartfelt words lost to the silent solace;
Or with thy blood stain the sacred chalice,
I kindly ask a voice that hath no sound.
That voice, thus replies, "What need there be,
For a Man or Woman cloak'ed in sin;
Which will Illumine even densest hole,
Resounding the deep with his elegy"
And thus I wept knowing "what need there in,
To remember thyself without a soul".
GoldHearts of gold are always remembered.:thumb343771053:
SehnsuchtOctober again;
and the curtains billow
with broken glass echoes and
Mendelssohn's bride waltzing
to better times
(ein
zwei
drei)
She becomes the rain,
and breaks her own heart as
the sound
drips
right through us.
Gun Violence
((Sorry if it seems like I'm all over the place and if it doesn't make sense. I really didn't want to get into too much detail because this is something I'm not too comfortable with writing about/talking about and I only had a limited amount of time to write it. 35minutes to be exact ._. If anyone really wants me to add more actual information and try to rewrite this so it's easier to understand then just tell me and I'll try. ))
I was going to try to make this a comparison between the gun laws in three different places but I changed my mind. Sorry if you were looking forward to that instead I can try to later add some of that on here. Righ
We Must Betray To LiveEvery way you look,
he is still not there.
He won't approach us.
He wouldn't dare...
No where to run,
is there even a way out?
Why can't we focus?
These mental voices just shout!
I would like to help you,
if you will trust me....
I'm lost as well,
darkness is all I see.
Where are we anyway?
Why is it us?
He never tells anything,
we'll have to survive with trust.
We are only 2,
there are definitely more.
Who might they be?
And will they help even the score?
This is HIS game!
We're stuck in his bag of tricks,
His sense of humor is twisted.
He keeps throwing more decisions into the mix.
We have to get out soon!
We could
pendulumthe world
is hanging
by a thread -
we are
clutching at the earth,
hands thrust deep
deep into the dirt,
feet dangling,
shoes
slipping
off.
we
are
a
Addiction . . .
AddictionReturned from the abyss,
by your hand I creep,
creep forth to the sunlight.
Your amber hair calls me back,
my hopes are up.
I learn the ropes,
in these strange lands,
as well as defeat my Kraken.
My gaze torn from you,
my soul creeps back;
it's worst abyss yet.
Your hair,
once more,
calls me home.
I'm torn between two worlds,
worlds which despise me as well as love me;
worlds that trust me,
yet do not give me liberty.
Worlds which,
in the end,
will drive me once more to the abyss which is said to be my soul.
And yet,
when I scream within the year that is the night,
I am torn.
Worlds cross my visi
Letters Versus MeChronic
Fluent
Agnostic
Versatile
Tortuous
Unilateral
Words floating through space,
The universe of a song.
No beat is that long,
And the song comes to a close.
The letters fall, and rise again.
Antibiotic
Exotic
Atheist
Heterogeneous
Perennial
Ultraliberal
They just be,
Unlike me.
I fit these words into a puzzle.
.:Time Capsule:. Introduction: Vague MemoriesI don't have many memories of being a child
Frankly, I don't think anyone else can remember their childhood clearly
I do remember though, vague times in my life, whereas they are important.
Many of which, either significant or not, are the only things I remember.
As a child, I found myself either playing around with toys I've found in my grandparent's basement, or simply watching recorded VHS tapes of children's shows on the old TV.
I am truly grateful for wonderful grandparents who took care of me.
Before I continue on with my story of early childhood (as far as I can remember),
I'd like to make a few background notes: My father had
Music Language
Music Language
In every whisper, we can only spell the sounds of you,
They may not believe it or having any single clue
That we all are united throughout a source of goodness
Not a living god, but art which erases all the sadness.
If in this world there really exists a miracle, that must be you,
My soul was locked in a lamp ,lost by a mad genie, searching for cure
Finally you found what needed , buried in sand, the magic key
You are the shadow savior ,sent from above deliberately.
If you didn't exist, that would be life's biggest mistake
How would I be here, with a cross so difficult to take?
It doesn't matter if they say world
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:thumb314967869:My love.Don't take it lightly
Don't forget
Don't just say it and not mean it
Don't use it to get closer
Don't use it as motivation
Don't abuse it or break it
Don't dirty its name
Don't spoil it in the slightest
Don't turn it into a lie on snakes lips
Don't shun it
Don't ignore it
Don't take it for granted
Just because I say it a lot
Doesn't make it any less important
It just means, I need you to know
That I love you.
starstruck.
shooting star,
swindling light,
she who reigns within the sky,
of solar curves and nimbus touch
ether glance and astral blush,
of cryptic inception an essence divine,
tonight she flies over me.
i wish i may, perhaps i might,
come and steal me away tonight.
Forever the Love of HorrorViridian strands of grass shimmered in the moon’s pearlescent beams. Heavy velveteen dresses sighed in the midnight winds as outstretched hands interlocked. An expected sense of heaviness seemed to weigh the group of seven gathered in the cemetery.
Harsh brogues filled the night air, staccato cadences slipping through the limbs of gnarled trees and wafting toward the stars’ eerie glow. The voices tapered off, stark silence their only remnant.
Sickening cracks began to echo from the dirt beneath their feet. One by one, they fell to the ground, a single figure left standing. Breaths faded, strangled gasps falling from their mouths
Idylliche always spoke of the romantic stance in a smoker
whose every gasp was like a suicidal swansong, he
wrapped himself up so tightly in unwarranted wishing, when
they stripped him free, he then stumbled into the sunlight
and burnt [out]
no one laced his pillows with lavender and moonbeams
and all the other things that call dreams out from
hiding; but he still prayed upside-down overdone
every evening for a falling star to find its way
back home.
instead, they surrounded him with [a grain of]
salt circles like curses to draw out the weaknesses
temptation had embedded in him, because
nothing beautiful was ever built atop a rotten
Last NightLast night, I told him how I felt. Last night, I told him I fell in love with him. Last night, I told him about the way he looked at me. Last night, my heart was stripped completely bare of all it's insecurities. Last night, all emotions were poured out. Last night, my heart has never felt so relieved. Last night, he told me that it was okay. Last night, I finally told him about how it happened; how I didn't just "fall" for him... But how I fell *in love* with him.
A sea-like lover.I have a lover like the sea;:thumb342913259:
he changes and washes
stretches wide and
smells delicious...
I have lover like the shores;
he's got June-like dunes
and softish sands
that stroke and lap your feet.
I have a lover like the breeze;
that warm breeze,
that draws you close with sticky skin,
cuddling you waist deep.
I have a lover like the depths;
his ever sinking empathy
drags you down,
down with understanding.
I have a lover like the spray;
fresh, sprite
surprising, quick
laughing and bright.
There are many aspects of the sea
that fit him well
the wild, the worldly, the universal and swell.
I am most thankful for one un-sea-li
Elegy for TomatoA neighborhood tabby named Puss
Accompanies me by the Lakeside
Climbs onto the crimson table
And stands on my notebook paper
He reminds me of Tomato
A cat who has recently died
During his life, he resided
With friends who are like family
A hungry coyote came
And took him into the black night
One time, while watching a movie,
The cuddly little Tomato
Jumped up onto my big belly
And stuck his face an inch from mine
Watching my eyes curiously
Puss, who remains within this realm,
Stands upon my piece of paper
As if attempting to say,
"I'm more awesome than poetry!"
That's true and so was Tomato.
On To My Funeralcome in out of the rain.
come in, though it's a parlor.
i know u didn't mean to show up,
but now u can have a cup,
thanks for showing up,
to my funeral.
i need a place to lay,
and u need a place to stay,
hit me up. we'll strike a deal.
and i'm just guessing that you know how i feel.
just thanks for showing up...
...to my funeral.
whatever u do, don't cry.
save that shit for u.
'cause someday you're going to die.
don't be sad.
was a wonderful life i had.
i am scared.
if u would?
hold my hand, in yours,
so warm. and if u could?
nevermind. just thanks for showing.
and maybe, you never know me.
i'll do the same for you.
Pandora's Box Has Been OpenedDare I ask about your past or do I keep mum,
because I really do not wish to get into my own
share of mistakes and blunders when they only
make everyone look at me differently and with
a taste of disdain. Let's keep quiet and run off
into the night like it's our last and let the clocks
keep on ticking, shaving seconds from our lives
that still have a lot left living to do. There are
plenty wrongs left to be made and even more
reasons keep fighting for what we have left.
I have you and you have me and I just wish
you could see that was more than enough
in this cycle of love and pain and hurt
and heartbreak. I will always be there
She no longer knows.a swirling shadow claims her pail allure.
Her face a memory that I once prized
buried in ghouls born by an evil pure
that through her, render true desires disguised.
the shadows I endeavor to, just, graze
in my hand shades dissolve, and leave a fear
and broiled skin. Tempests breed upon the haze,
that strikes and smolders those that stray a-near
perhaps a brightened blaze would clear the shade,
or mayhap I could cloak the light, and stare
as specters fade away - absolving maid
Of broken soul, its hatred through despair.
Her burdened surface I attempt and trudge,
Her spirit I only can try and judge.
LullabyCrystalline droplets of rain pattered against the window panes, twirling and glinting as they fell to the ground and splintered into a million glittering shards. The wind howled through the tree branches. The night air was freezing cold.:thumb342466203:
It was warm inside the small apartment tucked into the suburbs. The heater was turned all the way up, and the peachy walls radiated a soft warmth. Framed family portraits lined the walls, lingering memories of those long gone. An assortment of paintbrushes and sketches littered the carpeted floor. A middle-aged woman was curled up on a bare couch, fast asleep.
In her hand she held a small photograph depicti
ImagineI watched you sitting there, in front of the window, alone
with the scent of night, as if you were caught in
a moonbeam spider web, alone
with pen and paper
I love to watch you
writing left-handed,
as if your words needed protection
With this absent-minded look
in your ocean blue eyes
which see more than all the others see - maybe
they see things more clearly, or rather
they see them how they really are
I love to watch you
breathing life into dead things
and turning sentences into melodies
How you´re able to give the little things significance
and write down what life keeps quiet about
You can make the stones cry and
bring a smile on th
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Exhibit 13This story is inspired by the Blue Man Group's Exhibit 13 (and subsequent Mandelbrot No. 4, which is hidden in the same track on the CD). The compilation is available on Spotify, and I highly recommend you listen along (with headphones) for the full effect.
http://open.spotify.com/track/0Pq0ySxydSjl6UYjEc78B0
[Prologue]
The protagonist is a young man with the extraordinary ability to control the elements. Everything you can find in nature is under his command whenever he wills it. And he is not alone in this. The entire population of his small, hidden village also had these powers. But not too long ago, the village was found, and the
HidingYou insist on hiding,
Don't you my sweet?
You hid from me,
For most of my life...
No matter how far you run,
How many miles you burn,
I will always find you.
I always will.
True love,
It took me this long to find,
And i will fight for it,
Every single day.
You are my world,
My point on the horizon i am always moving toward.
My rainbow,
Forever chased yet never gotten.
You are the beauty on a rainy day,
And my star to lead the way.
My light in the darkness,
My one true need.
True love...
No matter how far you go,
How many miles i have to scour for you,
I will find you.
I promise you that.
Lift Me Up, Hold Me Down Up.
Greater, skywards.
Floating, existing, cresting.
Summit, zenith , gravity, crash.
Falling, colliding, tumbling.
Lesser, earthward.
Down.
Two different beings One holds the feeling
one holds the feeling
Hatred
love
I tell a story
i say something worth while
About one person that I hate
about the one I care for
This person killed my life
he started another one
He crushed everything I cared about
he make everything so much better
He doesn't deserve to live
he is so important
It's funny
how so?
You see him as an angel, but to me he's the devil. Why is that?
well my friend, that's how it works. We each have our own perspective.
We're human.
yes. Even if it's the same person, we each have different feeling toward him as well
It's only natural
it's okay for us to feel indi
ReassuranceI feel you man
life got you down?
you don't see any pint
or anyway out
What tomorrow brings
will just have to wait
but as for now
it'll be okay
It will all be
okay
at least for
today
It will all be
alright
at least for
tonight
What's done is done
what's said is said
it's in the past
so just forget
So don't you worry
forget your strife
and just remember
it'll be alright
It will all be
alright
at least for
tonight
It will all be
okay
at least for
today
I feel you man
life got you down?
you don't see any pint
or anyway out
What tomorrow brings
will just have to wait
but as for now
it'll be okay
It will a
The LoveI've fallen in love
with the smell of
My Soap
The foam that it made
so soothing,
so great!
I adore its shape
as round
as a plate
I love how My Soap
slips out of my hand
It's like secret lover
like mate
like a friend
When I went to bed
I smiled
And I said
"I love you, my dear,
you don't have to fear"
I'm happy and free
I thought
Cause' I've fallen in love
with My Soap
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After 4 hours this feature is finished! If not for the beautiful works and deviants, please favorite this because of the hours it took to put this together ;-;. The sun has been up for the past hour or so.
I would like to say thank you again! You guys are the greatest people I ever had the pleasure of meeting! And I hope to get to know a lot of you more and more! Feel free to send a
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I know that you must be really busy. I also haven't been on dA too often recently. Granted, it is mostly because I was playing my new WiiU...... So I can't exactly say that I've been too "busy".
I don't really have much of a reason why. I just liked it the most out of the ones I was picking through!
Yes, life here has been so unbelievably hectic x.x But it's great speaking with you! You should enjoy your WiiU!
Happy New Year to you too!