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To a believer.Fancy me a fool?
Some sort of ass or mule?
You've got to be kidding,
when you say an invisible force will do its bidding.
In the winter you give children toys;
but your clergy bugger little boys.
But oh wait there's more,
funny ones, they bang their heads against the floor.
Blow up buildings for something they read in a book,
wonder how cunning was the writer,
bloody clever crook.
They're all the same,
innocent people they blame.
Aren't you a bit too old,
to believe the madness you are told?
This weird obsession,
of believing in one.
Look at the Greeks,
they had many- now that was fun.
Every time they open their mouth,
even more nonsense th
Sophie and Phillip's pesterlog-- CheckeredFlynn [CF] started pestering SharpShooter [SS] at 10:08 --
[10:08] CF: Hey Phil :3
[10:09] SS: umm..yeah..hi. (:
[10:09] CF: Watcha doin? o:
[10:09] CF: As in, you know. Besides being all cool and shit c:
[10:09] CF: Have you reached the God tier yet?
[10:09] SS: nah..
[10:09] SS: I'm just here taking a break from a troll's still buggin' me about that shit
[10:09] SS: like, how I'm all going to be powerful and stuff
[10:09] CF: You WILL!
[10:10] CF: Dude, I'm a fucking Mage of Blood!
[10:10] CF: what can be more fucking stronger than that?!
[10:10] SS: You did got your self killed in that un-cool, sleeping, rock bed ri
1Z Listu do Zjednoczonych Krain.
"[...] Pokonaliśmy Niszczyciela dzięki Poświęconej. Osiem krain kiedyś oddzielnych teraz się zjednoczyły. Woda, Morze, Światła, Mrok, Ogień, Wiatr, Czas no i epicentrum Wiara. Cykl ten zakończył się ze śmiercią Adhary Poświęconej i Sana z Ahmalem którzy byli Niszczycielami. To daje nam nowy cykl. Cykl Talizmanu Mocy. [...]"
Plac ćwiczebny Akademii Jeźdźców Smoków był prawie pusty. Na środku areny stała dziewczyna miała zamknięte oczy. Jej czarne włosy z grana
COLLAB POEM 3I BE ZORA LOLOL@All: It's raining, oh it is indeed
You@All: MY LOVELY STEED,
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: I think i am in great need
You@All: OF HORSE FEED
I BE ZORA LOLOL@All: On seeds
I BE ZORA LOLOL@All: That bleed
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: I am filled with need
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: of feed
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: and seeds
I BE ZORA LOLOL@All: On your bleed
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: and your indeed
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: full of feed
You@All: and weeds
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: and bead
I BE ZORA LOLOL@All: With greed
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: i need
You@All: to plead
TACOSAUCE THE GREAT@All: with greed
I BE ZORA LOLOL@All: That we'd
Goodnight, CthulhuSing a song of madness,
An Old One never dies.
Four and twenty Shoggoths
Baked in a pie.
When the pie burst open,
The guests began to scream.
Wasn't that a wicked dish,
To complete Dagon's scheme?
Lord Cthulhu sleeps in R'leyh,
And sees us in our dreams;
Nyarlathotep babbles in the dark,
And feeds upon our screams.
The cliff-ghasts now are flying free,
Hunting for fresh meat;
And if they catch you dreaming,
Your doom will be complete.
Pome to MortBlurble and blargle!
The fungle's like marble...
The flustig is blowing,
And such is the way,
Of stating your case,
When reason holds sway...
It's not that I'm jaznick,
Or terribly garblous...
Or wanting a chat,
or something quite farblous....
So whenever your fungle
is open to air,
and your blushniks are blushing...
Without any fears...
A short danggly missive,
portraying, your wishes...
will suffice to inform me,
(oh it's just so delicious!)
Of when you're on, netwise..
so both of us, (gleebly)
can verily cheerably,
and nothing unsightly
shall mar the endeavour
when gaily, together,
We'll mingle our rhymes....
I see outside of my dream a bean
Who is compared to me more clean,
And I sit and wonder
If it was a blunder
That this really green bean was queen.
The bell went off with a bing!
So in my defense, I took a swing
With my trusty old fish
Who just went squish
To this monstrous thing with a wing.
This is a song that is sung by a singer
Because they have a splinter
From some kind of card
With an over protective guard
Who has, at his side, to mark his victory, a bell ringer.
It is My bad to say it was a test.
However I see, but it still maybe a jest.
To us who love fleece
And Swiss cheese,
We’ll make it through with lots of zes
Baby StepsTake a deep, calm breath
Hold it tight
And let go
Temper in check
Growing up is overrated
The reason that students must learn history"Sir! Why should I learn history?"
I gave him a clout with my knuckles.
"Oh! Why are you hitting my head?"
Again, I gave him a clout with my knuckles.
"Shit! Why are you hitting my head? Why should I learn history?"
The student protests again. I put out this splendid answer.
"If you did not remember that you hit, When I hit you again, Could you avoid?"
PeoplePeople jump, dance, and fly.
They can be happy or they can cry.
They have pets like dogs and cats,
And dress them up in funny hats.
They learn and think,
And eat and drink.
At night they make theaters ring,
When they act, dance, and sing.
Then they go home and sleep,
By counting many little sheep.
OnCe UpOn A mOtHeRfUcKiN tImE OnCe UpOn A mOtHeRfUcKiN tImE tHeRe WaS a LiTtLe MoThErFuCkEr.
ThAt GrEw Up SuRrOuNdEd By OtHeR lItTlE mOtHeRfUcKeRs.
tHeSe OtHeR lItTlE mOtHeRfUcKeRs WeNt OuTsIdE tO pLaY a KiCkAsS mOtHeRfUcKiN gAmE.
tHe MoThErFuCkErS fOuNd A bUnCh Of SqUaRe ShApEd MoThErFuCkIn MiRaClEs.
ThAn EvErY mOtHeRfUcKeR dIeD bEcAuSe ThE mIrAcLeS wErE tOo MoThErFuCkIn AmAzInG.
Am I funny?does anybody else have that problem
where you're chilling with some friends
and you think of something incredibly witty
and then you start laughing
and then you realize you haven't said anything out loud
and then everyone's staring at you
like you're bonkers
and then you start crying
because nobody understands how hilarious you are
and it's so hard to explain
because you're choking on your
tears of embarrassment
Got What's Coming To YouYou broke my heart,
Ripped it to shreads,
Threw the remaining pieces on the ground,
Then stomped on it with evil joy,
Cackling as your foot squished it,
A twinkle in your eyes,
That screamed happiness,
And without any care at all,
Ran off to your new boyfriend,
Leaving me behind with a broken heart,
But that doesn't matter as of now,
Because I'm happier than I ever was with you,
Now that I've found a girl that likes me,
For the real me unlike you,
Who wanted me to be a different person,
And now I can laugh at you,
Because your boyfriend did to you,
What you did to me,
And I'm in his debt,
As I asked him to do it,
Sorry babe but you got what w
To Be a Writer“Mother!” I say
At 12 standing ten feet tall,
Above my Mother,
Who expects the answer to her question soon.
A dramatic pause.
How very detective novel of me.
“I am going to be a writer!”
No doubt because she is proud,
Imagines tonguing the sentence out to her friends.
No doubt she thinks I’m brilliant.
Oh how devilishly smart of me,
To already know exactly what I will do!
“Writing is a good hobby.”
Yes! Is is isn’t it! Just brilli-
“You can’t build a career on that.”
And more than a little bit hurt,
I spit “why not” at her,
In a tone which I assume will make her flinch.
I am heart broken that she does not.
“Well,” Here she begins to wash the dishes,
because the matter is soon to be ended.
“It’s doubtful that you’ll be good enough.”
LampOnly the porcelain shards lying around the shade
Offered that this was more than just
A typical garbage day. The workers were too absorbed
In their regrets and shames to study the interesting aspects
Of the disposal,
And the children went back to their ball game.
So the event passed and history’s library listed it as
“Nonexistent,” but life was wrong: the lamp
Was chauffeured across town, its final destination the dump,
Where it sat beside a rotting banana peel and gleamed in the sunlight.
“That pleasant shiny thing,” the birds cawed,
Never thinking that their well-know distraction
Was an elegant ancient covered
another random conversation(in vietnam)we were in a vegetarian-restaurant.
waitng for the waiter and the bill.
it was really crowded because it was a holiday, were most people in vietnam eat vergetarian.
a bunch of new guests arrived.
waiter : I'm sorry but we don't have any free tables.
lady : but I have already called this morning and booked a table in advance!
waiter : we don't take bookings...
lady : oh, is that so...? well but I only came here because I heard this is one of the best restaurants, you know...
waiter : well, I'm really sorry we don't have tabels for you right now!
lady : you know, my relatives are from france and they really looked orward to thi
Tears part 2Tears (another association)
tears can portray anger
when you feel
it makes you upset
you can't do anything
but at least
your own weakness
in the end
cause you're going to change
so there won't be a next time
Tears part 1Tears (first association)
tears can be a sign for weakness
when you can't accept things as they are
and drown yourself in self-pity
instead of facing reality
you say you can't
but that's not true
you just don't want to try
cause it costs so much energy
it's to much trouble
cause your will is weak
if you shed those tears
a sigh of weakness indeed
big boys...chatting with a friend on msn-messenger
he : hi there, what a seldom priviledge ^^
me : sorry, I'm buisy right now...
he : that's okay, I'm a big boy and know how to entertain myself perfectly :D
me : *asking myself if he even realises how that sounds and deciding he doesn't* ... that sounds perv... ~mokey-with-crossed-plasters-on-the-mouth-emoticon~
he : XD not what you think! I'm reading a magazine! :D
me : *asking myself if he does that on purpose and deciding not to answer on that and going on doing what I was doing*
UnlockUnlock (Your Heart)
Where is the Trust?
Trust in people
Trust in yourself
Trust in Love and Truth
Why so unsure?
About getting hurt
About hurting others
About the strength of your heart
How about risking?
Risking and open up
Risking and be free
Risking and maybe
find True Love
True Love in yourself
True Love in someone special
and True Love in everyone
Don't lock away your heart
it'll be lonely
Don't lock away your feelings
you'll be empty
a candidate for miss vietnam?an acquaintance said to my mom : your little dauther(meaning my little 15-years-old sis) should contest for the title 'Miss VN'! She so pretty!
she of course was so proud of that and told us(17&15-years-old sis&me).
17 : she would break all the rules... the poeple over there would be SO shocked! :D
15 : *pretending to pick her nose and then threw her long hair with the same hand* oh YES! XD
me : yeah, she would say something like "global peace? don't be silly! I wish for a handsome, rich and interllegnt husband! dude! global peace is such an unrealistic dream!" and they all will be like *gasp* XD
17 : yeah, looks pretty, ni
DON'T take this too serious, okay?!Freestyle Sushi
Nothing fancy, not hard
and no sushi-master!
Just go and boil some rice
and put it on seaweed
and add whatever you want!
Fried eggs? Avocado?
Or maybe cucumber?
You prefer octopus?
Or rather some tuna?
Or blue crab or grey shrimp?
Be creative! Try out!
How about nacho-cheese?
And what about bacon?
Do you like M&Ms?
Why not mix some sweet fruits?
Finally you roll it!
And if it doesn't rock?
Well, next combination!
Surely that one will work?
But either-way good luck!
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