Dark as the crevice of morality
The blanket of shadow descends upon the crown,
Yet never drapes his glory
False gems smirk with mirth
As the children scurry out like rats,
As they quickly usurp the once azure throne.
Black wisps of cotton blot their arrogance
But, subject to zephyr tides, sail on.
And the queen, on-high
Never whole without change,
Watches from nowhere
As she hides from her brother
In the eye of oblivion,
Ever present.
Never seen.
Catfish in the lake
Cherry blossoms in the air
Pitter patter of
Feet on the withered old dock
Cicadas chirping
Pa strumming the old guitar
Sweet sounds of springtime
Lost visions of home, yet a
portrait of peace: mem'ries grand.
Now, Grey did eventually return from abroad3 years and 7 months later. Even without paperwork, they had found they could use Grey in the field and he became a Sergeant Majorthough he had to remain a noncommissioned officer. The fighting had to end before he was allowed to return to his mysteriously lost dream. It was practically a miracle to be allowed back to his old life after the nightmare that had been the war. He had often wondered how and why it was his records came to be lost. What he found still confuses him to this day:
For a long while, Aurora's father had been trying very ardently to get in touch with the same man who
All gin dreams are Madness. A gin dream is what becomes of us in our sweetest dreams and our foulest nightmares. A gin dream can be experienced when asleep or awake. A gin dream turns a man into a monster and a child into a statistic. A gin dream turns a lady into a tramp. A gin dream turns an open man, strict and a kind man, violent. A gin dream kills. A gin dream is private and not to be addressedeven when it need be. A gin dream must be addressed. There are many types of gin dreams. Power feeds the gin dream; Wrath, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Pride, Greed, and Gluttony all bear it. Only Love can tame the gin dream; sometimes, it cannot. To d
Dear Jonathan,
Your mother has regrettably informed me of how you are currently failing in school. This news has both troubled and shocked me, as I am aware of what a bright and intelligent young man you are, based upon our exhilarating conversations over a myriad of academic subjects during my prior visits.
From what she's written me, it would seem that your mother has no fear of of the possibility that you are unable to comprehend the material you are being taught; rather, it would appear she preoccupies herself desperately with your test scores in the classroom. In an attempt to aid you, I have included in this letter a few tes
Dark as the crevice of morality
The blanket of shadow descends upon the crown,
Yet never drapes his glory
False gems smirk with mirth
As the children scurry out like rats,
As they quickly usurp the once azure throne.
Black wisps of cotton blot their arrogance
But, subject to zephyr tides, sail on.
And the queen, on-high
Never whole without change,
Watches from nowhere
As she hides from her brother
In the eye of oblivion,
Ever present.
Never seen.
Catfish in the lake
Cherry blossoms in the air
Pitter patter of
Feet on the withered old dock
Cicadas chirping
Pa strumming the old guitar
Sweet sounds of springtime
Lost visions of home, yet a
portrait of peace: mem'ries grand.
Now, Grey did eventually return from abroad3 years and 7 months later. Even without paperwork, they had found they could use Grey in the field and he became a Sergeant Majorthough he had to remain a noncommissioned officer. The fighting had to end before he was allowed to return to his mysteriously lost dream. It was practically a miracle to be allowed back to his old life after the nightmare that had been the war. He had often wondered how and why it was his records came to be lost. What he found still confuses him to this day:
For a long while, Aurora's father had been trying very ardently to get in touch with the same man who
All gin dreams are Madness. A gin dream is what becomes of us in our sweetest dreams and our foulest nightmares. A gin dream can be experienced when asleep or awake. A gin dream turns a man into a monster and a child into a statistic. A gin dream turns a lady into a tramp. A gin dream turns an open man, strict and a kind man, violent. A gin dream kills. A gin dream is private and not to be addressedeven when it need be. A gin dream must be addressed. There are many types of gin dreams. Power feeds the gin dream; Wrath, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Pride, Greed, and Gluttony all bear it. Only Love can tame the gin dream; sometimes, it cannot. To d
Dear Jonathan,
Your mother has regrettably informed me of how you are currently failing in school. This news has both troubled and shocked me, as I am aware of what a bright and intelligent young man you are, based upon our exhilarating conversations over a myriad of academic subjects during my prior visits.
From what she's written me, it would seem that your mother has no fear of of the possibility that you are unable to comprehend the material you are being taught; rather, it would appear she preoccupies herself desperately with your test scores in the classroom. In an attempt to aid you, I have included in this letter a few tes
Edward Elric's 'Short' Rants by LuminaInomi, literature
Literature
Edward Elric's 'Short' Rants
"Who did you say was small like a grain of rice and doesn't show up in your eyes?!"
"Who did you say was a super-ultra short kid?!"
"Who did you call an ultra hyper midget?!"
"Who did you call miniature size?!"
"Who did you call a shorty who's so small that he's barely visible and hard to target?!"
"Who did you call a shorty that has to be looked through a magnifying glass to actually be seen?!"
"Who are you calling a bean?!"
"Who are you calling a super midget that makes you want to step on him?!"
"Who are you calling a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed?
Grey shadows waltz on the window sill,
In the tiny house atop the hill,
Dance gaily 'cross the pearly walls,
Whilst echoes murmur in the halls,
And memories of young boyhood fill,
The tiny house atop the hill.
Vermilion carpet, marble floors,
Adorn the rooms with cypress doors.
Out back, the elm that bore my scar,
And let me see the world afar,
Is now a stump--a mem'ry killed,
No longer there atop the hill.
The woods where I took solace 'til
As a lad, I met my Jill,
Still stand not far from where we met,
A moment I shall not forget.
Our love was one that was fulfilled,
Within our shack up on the hill.
Each day we hiked down
I'm about as easy to understand as this picture. Picasso's got nothin' on me.
Current Residence: Heaven, Hell, and Everywhere in Between. It's called "Life." deviantWEAR sizing preference: ....What the hell is that? Print preference: Big enough to be seen. Favourite genre of music: Rock n' Roll (but I'll listen to anything). Favourite photographer: Gimme some good ones to choose from. Favourite style of art: Japanese manga/anime Operating System: Windows. MP3 player of choice: Any. Or, better yet, an i-Pod. Shell of choice: A conch. Wallpaper of choice: Bloody. Skin of choice: For my body? Green. Favourite cartoon character: Peter Griffin. Agree or you're retarded. Personal Quote: "There is a fine line between genius and insanity--I am that line."
Favourite Visual Artist
Akira Toriyama.
Favourite Movies
Constantly changing. Got a lot of 'em. Right now, it's I-Robot.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Constantly changing--long list.
Favourite Writers
2: Ray Bradbury and Edgar Allen Poe.
Favourite Games
Either LoZ: OoT or Halo 3.
Favourite Gaming Platform
X-Box 360 and Nintendo 64. I also miss Sega consoles...
Tools of the Trade
My mind and my hands.
Other Interests
Learning foreign languages, eating, playing video games, reading manga, eating and sleeping.