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ExpectantemI'm waiting, I'm waiting
I watch when the sun falls
To when the stars begin to fade
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a day that won't come
I'm waiting for the time
When we stand beneath the same sun
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
When the sky turns to gray
I'll always be here
To hold on to your light
That shines among all
Cold EmbracesHe stared at his hands for a long moment before closing his eyes and letting out the breath he held. The golden glow that had enveloped them had faded away, but he could still feel the forbidden powers coursing through him. He wasn't proud that he had to resort to using such abilities, but it hardly mattered when he thought of why. He had to save her; the other consequences seemed meaningless in comparison to fulfilling that one task.
Her words resonated all too clearly in his mind.
"Relinquish your pain...unto me."
I've been waiting too long for these days to let something happen to her now...
He opened his eyes when he heard the whirr of the elevator coming back down. He watched and waited for it to arrive, still feeling a bit wary. He always tried not to let it show, but he didn't like to see her hurt or damaged. It happened too frequently for him to look fazed. Even if she wasn't fragile like she had been, her face was still the same. He had tried to see them as diffe
Falling From Heavens AboveThere was always that tale
Of a wish that would never fail
All you had to do was wish upon a star
As it burned at a distance oh so far
But a wish can be naught by a whim
To which welcomes sorrow to brim
A wish can prelude the end
A day which no prayer can mend
Yet still there is a tale
Of a wish that would never fail
Even when the wisher longs to recant
The star will still silently grant
The story is told without any heed
For there are always those misguidedly in need
An innocent light so bright in the sky
Can still bring about a tearful goodbye
And so there will always be a tale
Of a wish that will never fail
Silence Has ComeI remember them so well
All of those lost nights
When I'd lay there with you
And listen to you breathe
Before the sickness set in
I'd hear you moving all around
Quiet little bumps in the night
Fell silent when time mercilessly said
You would not make another sound
But fate is as cruel
As our dead dreams of eternity
For I can't hear you anymore
Not even your labored breathing
The nights come and go
I stare at the stars and wait
Listening for that precious sound
Any little bump, any shallow breath
But silence reminds me that you are gone
The Earliest DaysWe did not
Worry about fate
We would not
Fear the days we await
I was not looking for a hand to seize
I was to walk alone against the cold breeze
But then I saw you appear
You always stayed near
The days were suddenly so dear
You became the person
Worthy of this affliction
Everyone calls affection
We did not
Stray from fate
We would not
Flee the days we await
Now we walk, hand in hand
Together, there is nothing we cannot withstand
Eleven Things to LoveThere are so many things to love about a community like dA, but here are eleven that mean the most to me!
The community itself; dA is incredibly large and offers so many resources to all of the members. There are people from all around the world and so many different walks of life to interact with, but it's a truly wonderful thing to be able to bring so many people with the shared interest in art together.
The people; for me and many others, there's no better place to interact with friends and fellow artists on the web. There are so many different ways to reach out and meet people, starting with simple ways like just posting a simple comment and including many others. I've met some of my best friends here on dA along with plenty of incredibly talented artists and amazingly kind people.
The attitude or deviousness, if you prefer. It's more than difficult to create a mainly positive attitude anywhere, whether it is online
With a SparkChaos finished twisting a new spark plug into the droid's body and a moment later it buzzed back to life. They were so outdated that it was becoming difficult to keep repairing them, but with the Captain's ever growing debt, the opportunity to replace them had yet to come. Nevertheless, he was familiar enough with the outdated technology to make quick work of the job.
The dining room was empty since the meal had ended a while ago, but he still heard the sound of running water coming from the kitchen. A dishwasher was one of the long sought commodities the Elsa lacked, despite the fact that they had become common appliances a few thousand years prior. Having more people aboard the ship made it a less daunting task, but some were better at the job than others.
On the dreaded night where Tony was selected, they would be hurriedly rinsed off and slug into a drying rack while they were still unclean. With Hammer, he would end up getting distracted doing a dozen different things online while
HellfireYou stare up at the sky, your crimson eyes blank and unfeeling. The darkness was positively interminable; it was like there never even was light. The star ocean you knew so well was too far from view for your tired, corrupted eyes to perceive.
You tilt your head to the side, but the sight is the same. The darkness embraced you and traced its icy fingers over your body so many times that it was starting to feel warm. You knew what it was.
You knew it was hell.
But it wasn't the first time you heard of hell; there had been so many stories on Eldar about the fiery inferno of misery with the impending doom the planet faced. It was something that people constantly whispered of, something countless, foolish cults were formed around, but still a force they all knew was going to come. There were always those who speculated whether the world would end in fire or ice, but for his home, they were all painfully aware of how their planet would meet its end.
It was just the time that was so cruelly
The Tax CollectorAsbel Lhant glanced grimly between the budget paperwork and his unusually crowded office. His mother, Lady Kerri, stood with her arms crossed and stared at him with a stern expression. Sophie was sitting at the chair beside him, trying to be helpful and playing with a "calculator" device Pascal had sent to them. Even Richard had come to visit Lhant for the day, as he was reprieved from the mountains of extra paperwork that went along with tax time.
Except for Lhant's, at least.
"They're two months past due," Lady Kerri said shortly. "You're being too lenient with them, Asbel!"
"But do I really have to go collect in person…?" Asbel questioned, highly disenchanted with the idea of being the detested tax collector.
"Your father would have done it after they were two days overdue, not two months," she retorted.
"Can't we just send them letters again?" Asbel suggested hopefully.
"No. Go out and get to it," she said impatiently before pausing to bow to Richard. "Please ask Frederic if there
life lessons.laugh a little,
love a lot.
you'll get your heart broken
so maybe not,
but who am i
to call the shots?
sadness will consume you
if you allow it to.
happiness is a few steps away,
but it's up to you to find its path
& don't forget,
nothing will last.
take what you get
& work for what you want.
know that something will set
but waiting will get you nowhere.
be kind to those you love
so they'll know that you're there.
play the hand you're dealt
& gamble what you want.
learn to deal
because all of it is real.
learn your lessons
before you play them out.
know them thoroughly
before you get out.
At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...
At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...
At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...
ReflectionsRealist my friend, you are a bloody fool!
Did you honestly think that love was simple?
That everyone on earth has one person that
They are just destined to be with?
I didn't think...
No matter how unlikely it seems,
A Realist can still be a Dreamer.
And will you look where that got you.
When has hope done anything practical,
And since when has dreaming ever helped Superman
Find his Lois Lane?
I don't expect you to understand.
It's just something you feel deep within you.
If you ever felt love before,
You would know.
Come on man!
You have to move on.
If you live in the past
You are sure to miss out on the future.
If I could, don't you think I would have done it already?
No, I don't expect you to know exactly how I felt.
I was on top of the world, and I had my eyes open long enough
To see everything come crashing down...
S h a t t e r e d.What is she supposed to do
when the whole world is against her?
Everything she touches shatters
into a million tiny shards,
until it resembles the pathetic pieces of her broken heart
and withers away to nothing.
She'll watch the dust float away on the merciful wind,
until it is just an image
forever etched into her mind.
She'll be satisfied in knowing that it, at least,
will finally be safe from this hell on Earth.
Life Is A Choice Of PenLife Is a choice of pen
Having good or evil intentions and ambitions doesn't alter its colour or how much is written
It scratches down our cold past, our interchangeable present and waits advertently for the mysterious future
It holds the same intangible qualities of life by being able to spur our devious species to make irrational decisions
I've seen our despised kind kill in the name of what is written or being audacious enough to die defending such simple words
But words do not bleed, they do not care, they do not fight or love but only embody our existence giving us meaning manifesting life
In the end all we really want is to leave this world with our own individual alteration on the world's page
Perhaps a full stop, a name or even a single word will suffice, for it is sadly a common objective we all aspire for
My pen has manipulated my soul and in collateral crafted this heart trending mortal writing this piece today
My pen has played me, it has hurt me and seems to have no consci
Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.
I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.
And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.
And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.
I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.
Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future.
Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.
I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.
That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.
Wish I Could ShowWish I could show how you make me feel.
It doesn't seem like you think it's real.
But somehow you got me so bad.
You're the best thing that I ever had.
And now that I want you so,
I'm afraid of when love you don't show.
You make me such a nervous mess.
My sanity you've put to the test.
You say that you can't read me.
Can't you tell, you're all that I see.
I wish I could just show you,
Exactly what it is that you do.
You've got me high up on a cloud.
If you stay here, I'll never come down.
Just please don't break my heart.
Without you, I will fall apart.
Pain-written 5/21/12Pain isn’t a cut, a stab, or even getting shot multiple times is pain.
Pain is mental, psychological, and emotional. Pain is from deep within.
Pain is from deep in the soul, something we all hold inside.A fear, a
memory, or traumatization is pain. Sometimes our mental, psychological,
and emotional state or even our soul knows us better than anyone, even
ourselves. Pain mentally is a bad memory, or traumatization. Pain
psychologically is when you’ve gone totally insane. Pain emotionally is
when someone brings down your self-esteem. My pain…My pain is all of the
three, but mostly my insanity. My insanity is my only friend. My
insanity keeps me grounded. Ever since I was thrown into that big,
white, spongy cube with a white jacket 20 years ago when I was 13…I’ve
been in pain psychologically. I see them, talk to them, and know them.
They know me and hate me. I know the prophecy…To Be Continued.
Wish For Another DayThe first ingredient
Being together with you
The second component
Another day together
The third element
Every moment of memory
There's nothing more important
Everything else can stay distant
I only want a holiday with you
Nothing else will do
A perfect recipe
Containing you and me
Naught could make a holiday better
Than another day together
Days may be numbered
But memories cannot be altered
So as long as we are gathered
These simple wishes will be answered
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