Please Tell Me True by weaponmisstress, literature
Literature
Please Tell Me True
We hold these truths to be self-evident.
I am human. I am more than my body.
I am an amalgamation of every thought every idea
Every part of me that’s ever been
Every song I’ve heard
Every word I’ve written
Every dream I’ve had and tree I’ve climbed
I am a creation of my own making
I have many faces and one skin to wear
But in my mind, where I have thousands
And I am flawless and I am faulty
I am a million and one things and if I were to look upon you and say
I am no one
I would be lying
I am the building that has taken some twenty years to build
An indestructible structure that can be torn down in one day
I am ag
The team stood around the freshly turned earth. There had been deaths before, and each one hit as hard as the last, but Bright had been on the team since nearly the first day. "I...I know it's customary to say something at...these things," she (the trainer who was blaming herself for everything) said, "But I know it's hard to speak, for all of us. So, maybe, we can just-just remember."
The team stood around in a circle. Four deaths. Each one harder than the last. The team stood, remembering.
Mage: Aleifr
He was my rival, and I wanted to beat him. I knew I could never measure up to him-he was a psychic type, and strong one! He made me so an
Music illuminates the room
In a way that the weak sunshine never could
It dances, in notes and beats
In rhythms and tunes, through the room
It dances, flowing and ebbing
With an unseen tide
If I close my eyes, you are there.
A shoulder to lean on
A hand to hold
If I close my eyes, I can dance with you
And the world dances with me
If I close my eyes
We're dancing
And happy
They said I should learn
To play the violin
To carry music with me wherever I go
But the music I want
Is in the soul
And no instrument could carry it to you
Music glides through the room
In graceful cantabile
And the room is singing
I wish I could sing
If I were to say I had a talent
I would say it was making things
Right now, I'm capturing sunset
Between woven loops of wool
And metal bars of loom
Shaping a sun, with colors fading
Out to orange, pink, yellow, red
And deepest purples and blues.
If I were to say I had a talent
I would say it was changing things
Shaping new realities
And drawing friendlier skies
Finding meanings in writings
Or discovering hidden lies
If I were to say I had a talent
I would say it was shaping things
Between bright green plastic pegs
The aurora borealis glows
Twining itself into the wind
And soaring in the sky.
If I were to say I had a talent
I offer you silence.
it is nowhere near the victory you crave, nor the absolution you need. it is not the friendship you think that you can force into being again. it is not the person you seem to want so badly.
I offer you silence.
it is freedom, in a sense. it is a chance to stop attacking head on, to release, to let go, to grieveif you think you need to. it is not what you want at all.
I offer you silence.
it is the only thing you will get from me, just this and nothing more. it is what I have held up to you time and time again, offering. it is what you have refused to take. it is the only thing I still wish to give.
I offered
I remember that. I remember you, and you protecting me. I remember.
It's because I remember that I grew stronger. I wanted to learn from you, to follow after you.
To get stronger, so that I could protect the people I cared about, too.
It's taken me two years to learn how to.
Now I need to say thank you. I need to turn around and tell you that I've grown, and that I've learned. I almost wish I could wrap up everything you taught me, and everything I figured out, and turn it in for a grade. (I'm sure it would be high.) Well...it's more that I want to prove to you, I can do this. I can take care of them.
I need to find my balance ground. My
Fall Into Yesterday by weaponmisstress, literature
Literature
Fall Into Yesterday
Let me close my eyes
And fall into yesterday
Watch as the years rush past
Falling downwards
As they stream up around me
The rainbow of colors
Like stained glass, playing
Over me, painting me.
Let me close my eyes
And fall into yesterday
Forever reaching up
To grab a long-forgotten
Happy memory.
Let me close my eyes
And fall into yesterday
See you again
Be there again
Remembering only the
Times that made me smile.
Let me fall
down,
down,
down
backwards, into yesterday
into a place where
the world turns 'round
and every day is what
it once was.
I need a miracle,
one that can take me back.
I need a miracle,
one tha
TO THE ARTIST
And whomever it may concern.
You, the reason I spam the refresh button.
You, the thing that keeps me up at night,
watching like a hawk,
for the first sign of your presence.
You, the almighty creator of your own world.
You, the artist.
You, the site of fav spams.
You, the watched and sought after.
You, the one whose every move
is followed, noted upon,
and commented on.
You, the one who the world waits for.
You, the artist.
You are the reason we want to watch a
new show, or sometimes, what we find
when we seek fanart. You are the life
and blood of the community, faithfully
putting out new works (except some of
Please Tell Me True by weaponmisstress, literature
Literature
Please Tell Me True
We hold these truths to be self-evident.
I am human. I am more than my body.
I am an amalgamation of every thought every idea
Every part of me that’s ever been
Every song I’ve heard
Every word I’ve written
Every dream I’ve had and tree I’ve climbed
I am a creation of my own making
I have many faces and one skin to wear
But in my mind, where I have thousands
And I am flawless and I am faulty
I am a million and one things and if I were to look upon you and say
I am no one
I would be lying
I am the building that has taken some twenty years to build
An indestructible structure that can be torn down in one day
I am ag
The team stood around the freshly turned earth. There had been deaths before, and each one hit as hard as the last, but Bright had been on the team since nearly the first day. "I...I know it's customary to say something at...these things," she (the trainer who was blaming herself for everything) said, "But I know it's hard to speak, for all of us. So, maybe, we can just-just remember."
The team stood around in a circle. Four deaths. Each one harder than the last. The team stood, remembering.
Mage: Aleifr
He was my rival, and I wanted to beat him. I knew I could never measure up to him-he was a psychic type, and strong one! He made me so an
Music illuminates the room
In a way that the weak sunshine never could
It dances, in notes and beats
In rhythms and tunes, through the room
It dances, flowing and ebbing
With an unseen tide
If I close my eyes, you are there.
A shoulder to lean on
A hand to hold
If I close my eyes, I can dance with you
And the world dances with me
If I close my eyes
We're dancing
And happy
They said I should learn
To play the violin
To carry music with me wherever I go
But the music I want
Is in the soul
And no instrument could carry it to you
Music glides through the room
In graceful cantabile
And the room is singing
I wish I could sing
If I were to say I had a talent
I would say it was making things
Right now, I'm capturing sunset
Between woven loops of wool
And metal bars of loom
Shaping a sun, with colors fading
Out to orange, pink, yellow, red
And deepest purples and blues.
If I were to say I had a talent
I would say it was changing things
Shaping new realities
And drawing friendlier skies
Finding meanings in writings
Or discovering hidden lies
If I were to say I had a talent
I would say it was shaping things
Between bright green plastic pegs
The aurora borealis glows
Twining itself into the wind
And soaring in the sky.
If I were to say I had a talent
I offer you silence.
it is nowhere near the victory you crave, nor the absolution you need. it is not the friendship you think that you can force into being again. it is not the person you seem to want so badly.
I offer you silence.
it is freedom, in a sense. it is a chance to stop attacking head on, to release, to let go, to grieveif you think you need to. it is not what you want at all.
I offer you silence.
it is the only thing you will get from me, just this and nothing more. it is what I have held up to you time and time again, offering. it is what you have refused to take. it is the only thing I still wish to give.
I offered
I remember that. I remember you, and you protecting me. I remember.
It's because I remember that I grew stronger. I wanted to learn from you, to follow after you.
To get stronger, so that I could protect the people I cared about, too.
It's taken me two years to learn how to.
Now I need to say thank you. I need to turn around and tell you that I've grown, and that I've learned. I almost wish I could wrap up everything you taught me, and everything I figured out, and turn it in for a grade. (I'm sure it would be high.) Well...it's more that I want to prove to you, I can do this. I can take care of them.
I need to find my balance ground. My
Fall Into Yesterday by weaponmisstress, literature
Literature
Fall Into Yesterday
Let me close my eyes
And fall into yesterday
Watch as the years rush past
Falling downwards
As they stream up around me
The rainbow of colors
Like stained glass, playing
Over me, painting me.
Let me close my eyes
And fall into yesterday
Forever reaching up
To grab a long-forgotten
Happy memory.
Let me close my eyes
And fall into yesterday
See you again
Be there again
Remembering only the
Times that made me smile.
Let me fall
down,
down,
down
backwards, into yesterday
into a place where
the world turns 'round
and every day is what
it once was.
I need a miracle,
one that can take me back.
I need a miracle,
one tha
TO THE ARTIST
And whomever it may concern.
You, the reason I spam the refresh button.
You, the thing that keeps me up at night,
watching like a hawk,
for the first sign of your presence.
You, the almighty creator of your own world.
You, the artist.
You, the site of fav spams.
You, the watched and sought after.
You, the one whose every move
is followed, noted upon,
and commented on.
You, the one who the world waits for.
You, the artist.
You are the reason we want to watch a
new show, or sometimes, what we find
when we seek fanart. You are the life
and blood of the community, faithfully
putting out new works (except some of
Hey everybody
Take care of yourselves out there, yeah? These are Interesting Times, may the odds be ever in your favour.
If you're part of the locked-down and entertainment-needing, well, you are always welcome here and I hope to squeeze out a few more escapist fun GND pages before too long. But also, check out the new archive -
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Friend craygus13 (https://www.deviantart.com/craygus13) set himself this mission long ago and has Done Good. All the comic pages archived, listed and recapped and cross-linked, and some people may find his website easier to navigate than the old devart folders here that I haven't fully linked up with Next/Pre
Current Residence: A place Favourite genre of music: Lots! Favourite photographer: Hm... Favourite style of art: ANIME! Operating System: Mac ^ ^ MP3 player of choice: ipod chromatic? Shell of choice: Shell? Huh? Wallpaper of choice: All my friends enjoying BioBlitz. Skin of choice: Skin? Wait, what is that? Um... Tannish-brown, I guess? Favourite cartoon character: Rover, of Red and Rover Personal Quote: It's not ADD, it's Attention Deficit hey look a squirrel!
Favourite Visual Artist
Someone!
Favourite Movies
Surf's Up
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Many?
Favourite Writers
Terry Pratchett
Favourite Games
......at this rate, Pokémon.
Favourite Gaming Platform
idgi...
Tools of the Trade
A pen, pencil, and paper, or a laptop and charger.
Eleven rather uninteresting facts:
1. I can apparently start crushing on someone while we're both covered in mud and such like.
2. I have this remarkable ability to pull assignments out of my ass. Seriously. For instance, I forgot to write a poem in summer school, and the teacher was checking who did it. As she walked around the classroom, I managed to write it. So...yeah....I think I'm gonna be okay in college.
3. Today, I wrote a 5 page, double-spaced essay. In an hour and thirty minutes. Using only what I'd remembered reading from one or two books, and the (very crappy) outline I'd made earlier. And I made it to class only 5 minutes lat
RAWR. SERIOUSLY. STOP.
You and I wake up in a police car together. Using Four words only, what would you say to me?
Note: if you comment, you must copy and paste this to your journal so I can comment on your post as well. Be good and play along. (4 words are harder than you think)
Let's see who reads this entirely... leave me a one word comment that best describes me, using the SECOND letter of your FIRST name. It can only be ONE word. Then copy and paste this to your journal so I can leave a word about you. Don't just PUT a word and NOT copy, that's no fun.
From ~fullxmetalxgir (https://www.deviantart.com/fullxmetalxgir)
*laughs* All righty then. Usually I only use endearments or a nickname I myself come up with, though... I'm horrible at remembering nicknames, sorry. I'll try, though.