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Persona X: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A New Beginning</i>
September 17, 2016
Subete no hito no damano shi...
He blinked. Those words being hummed softly sounded very familiar to him, probably because he understood what they meant. It sounded like it was being played delicately by a piano in the distance. When he ignored the senses of hearing and focused more on the senses of seeing, the music was the least important thing that came to mind in place of the current aeroplane cabin covered in nothing but blue velvet.
There was a strange, elderly man sitting across from him rather contently. He appeared to be wearing very formal clothing, consisting of a dark suit with a black tie wrapped around the collar of a white shirt, and his gloved hands were relaxing on a cane placed between his lounging legs. His nose was very long and rather pointy, as were his ears. His eyes bulged out and looked rather
Tis dawn peaked and peeking, and to dawn I say
Dismal comes to another day, another day, a dismal day
Shall it be a morn of mourning for excitement, or a sudden rouse
To step forth out of the dulled cage that is this house
Join faces I recognize which fill me with ease
One with those eyes that never want mine to cease
And this comforting joy to which I owe chance
A chance seized by a captive who just wanted a dance
But each had his own and her own altogether
And perhaps I shant have waited and have acted for better
But tis wasnt my nature to stand up and lead
Like a tree, how I loathed it, that remains still a seed
And alas as the sun shifted down into below
And I hoped the morrow bring more happening for sow
Tis night peaked and peeking, and to night I pray
Dismal dies with another day, another day, a dismal day.
Violets are Blue - Poem
Violets are Blue...
WARNING: This is a very short and bad poem...wait, how the heck is shortness a bad thing if it's a bad poem? XD
- - -
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The former is cliché
So what shall I do?
Blue is of sadness
But of happiness too
I know pink you desire
But I know that deep down, you love blue
Besides, I couldn't afford roses
And as of now, blue fits you
So says the white ribbon
Who seems to like you
~ Alexandrion Terraflare (not Suzana, because she sure doesn't write bad like I do...hehe...)
My best friend once told me about
A pretty lassie at sea
I laughed at him and said in reply
"You've got to be kidding me!"
Then that lassie rescued me, and me friend ain't kiddin'
She was somethin', that mermaid, no doubt
But when I clapped me eyes on her bonny sister
By Borovan, I'm checking her out!
Ugly? No! But uniquely pretty
With lavender purple hair
The Aisha's violet eyes were angry and sad
But it's her that had my care
She was asked to search for Maraqua
But I got the task instead
I got lost, but she came in the nick o' time
And saved my big pea-brained head
I took an instant liking
To this depressed and sad lady fair
I seemed to make her happy
and got a smile from the girl with purple hair
When I saw her attack, Mother of Queen Fyora!
That lassie's magic's so powerfully great
I'll bet we're so strong because of each other
And to kill these bloody pirates we hate
Now we seem to have a future
A nice one, as it goes
Sadly I can't say the same
with my best friend and her sister,
It was my sister who fell in love
with a boy who walked on land
I thought she was featherbrained and stupid
And that she'd never have his hand
But when I saw that Usul boy's friend
I felt my mind go ablur
His fiery hair, his twinkling golden eyes
His tawny amber fur
He was to swim and search for Maraqua
So that the pirates wouldn't win
He got lost, so I helped him out
To my shock, he gave me a grin
All my life, people seemed to hate me
But he wanted to be my friend
That Kyrii seemed so kind and helpful
All my negative emotions seemed to end
My life was one of depression
For prophetic nightmares, I got the boot
But this guy, he makes me happy
He's also kind of cute
And when he fights, by Borovan!
He seems so fierce and strong
He gave that comment to me as well
And we've felt some kind of bond
Now him and I are a couple
With so much in common to say
But my sister and his best friend
Well, with them it's not such a sunny day...
Wail of the Eyeless Siren
Wail of the Eyeless Siren
by: Vanessa C.
There is an old tale, one so old it is almost forgotten, about a siren that dwells in the dark waters of the Pacific Coast. Before I tell you that tale, you will have to hear this one, so that you may understand.
Once, long ago, mythical creatures existed. Centaurs, pegasi, unicorns, even winged unicorns, ran across the land. Phoenixes, griffins, and dragons conquered the air. Mermaids and sirens controlled the waters. Any mythical creature you could think of, even those evil ones from legends, like the Manticore and Gorgons. Then something happened, and all these creatures vanished out of nowhere.
But not the mermaids and the sirens. Some of them managed to survive. For years and even centuries they would sing their alluring songs, pulling fishermen and other unfortunate men into their trap, to have them killed. Those who survived would always be pale, with eyes strained from poor sleep, and one day their wives would find them dead in th
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Thinking of you
It was when I swam up to surface
I saw you up on the hill
You looked so handsome and cute
And you almost made me trill
But I just stared up at you
Watching you grip tight
You turned down to look at me
While the sun shone down some light
Our eyes locked, they couldn't part
Then your friend came with help
You took one look before you went up
And then I swam back to my world of kelp
And whilst I swim in these waters
I see you in my head
I really need some rest right now
I think I'll go to bed
But as I sleep, I see a horrible vision
Oh, what will I ever do?
Years have passed and I saw your doom
I just can't stop thinking of you...
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