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Warcraft - Ghosts of Draenor PrologueJaceyn Ramis was nervous. Actually, nervous was a desirable alternative to whatever he was right now. He was sweating buckets, despite his lips being so dry that he kept running his tongue over them like some kind of pervert. He fumbled around with the folder in his hands to check his watch, which he had done every twenty seconds to make sure he was on time.
He had been sitting there for an hour waiting for a meeting that technically started thirty minutes ago. He was blatantly uncomfortable now, and became more so every time the pretty blood elf receptionist asked him if there was anything she could get him. He noticed the soft giggling behind her desk and exchanged awkward glances with her and a coworker every time he circled his tongue to moisten his kisser.
The handsome young scientist tried to ignore the hecklers and looked over his notes to make sure they were in perfect order. Everything had to be just right to impress the big wig he was there to see. The odds of getting a one o
Ultimate Sailor Moon : Chapter 15The bar was smokey by this time of night.
It was a local hotspot, the kind of place girls go to dance where no one will recognize them. It was a place they say you go to relax at, but no one in the establishment looked very relaxed. Guys were hovering around the provocatively dressed women who tossed down drink after drink with their flirty smiles.
The atmosphere was chaotic in that sensual kind of way. Voluptuous figures moved back and forth as the lights flickered to their body strokes. Eyes devoured the scene, hungry for more as their hearts lay beating uncontrollably in their chests. Their minds were filled with devious thoughts, their souls buried deep under their own desires.
No one questioned the why's and how's of the nights adventure. They found themselves here as they did every weekend. Same place, same faces, same intoxicated thoughts for another dreamless night. They were all under it's deprived spell. It was a hypnotic rhythm of drowned out music, uninhibited talking, obno
'Warcraft - Echoes' PreviewDaniel slumped down in the cushioned captains chair and ignored the beeps and alarms that echoed all around him. His haunting blue eyes stung from the blood that seeped into them from the wound on the top of his head. He ignored the pain as he obsessively traced over every inch of the consoles and monitors in the cockpit with them.
There was a loud banging at the exit door, but he paid it no attention. He felt a strange peace as he now stared out into the endless sea of space. He thought about the freedom he had found amongst the stars , and couldn't help but grin even under the circumstances.
While Daniel daydreamed of the adventure that lead him to this point, the star ship hurdled toward its destination. In the far distance was a speck that was hard to distinguish from the other specks that littered the black sea.
"Time til arrival on Azeroth is ten minutes."
The sweet sound of his wife's voice drew Daniel out of his daze. He pushed the cracked glasses up on his nose and brushed the
The Coming Darkness"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity." - Martin Luther King Jr.
I'm writing this journal in the hopes that someday, somewhere, someone will read about the final days of humanity, and how in its end it finally became everything it always had the chance to be.
Existence is, was, and always will be a funny thing. Where did we come from? Why were we put here? What is the point of it all?
I had never really considered the questions that have always baffled my kind. I didn't feel the need to. School and church had always told me two different stories, but they were good enough for me to never really look much into the details. There was always the big bang theory, creationism, cavemen and Gods, and other explanations to the why's and how's of how I came to be. It gave me an excuse to worry about the little things in life, like popularity, girls, video games, and
Movie Review - Chernobyl DiariesThe story of Chernobyl has always fascinated me. I remember hearing about the tragedy a long time ago, and in recent years I've looked through hundreds of pictures from that nuclear wasteland. I've always wondered why Hollywood had never touched the place. It has a dark history, and the visual of an abandoned city overgrown by nature is haunting already.
Finally, someone has made a film about one of my favorite subjects. It wasn't the movie I wanted to be, but it was better than what I feared.
We start off with your typical party scene and establish our very limited amount of characters early. There are the estranged brothers Chris and Paul, played by Jesse McCartney (!) and Jonathan Sadowski, the hot blonde girlfriend of Jesse's character, and the single girl/best friend who serves as a sort of love interest for our other brother. They're a likeable bunch, unlike so many horror movies now where the characters are either so moronic or so obnoxious you want to see them slaughtered.
Ramblings of a MadmanLife is what you make of it.
But I don't know what to make of life. I've yet to understand the complexities that make up what we call a "life."
Am I doing it right? Are any of us?
What is your "life" and what does it mean to you?
For some it is a means to an end. It's a momentary inconvenience for a stage production much grander than the high school play we've all been burdened with. For these people life is the true limbo. It is a necessary evil before the big payoff.
I wish I could buy into that. With all of the suffering we have to endure on a daily basis it would be nice to think that there is something better at the end.
Is this the space between Heaven and Hell? Do God and the Devil act like captains on a sandlot baseball team and pick out their teams here?
Where is the proof? Is there proof all around us?
Have you ever thought that the day to day decisions you make are apart of a bigger plan? That there is no such thing as free will?
Impossible. If I take this kitchen blade righ
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never see
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
Blaming is for the weakYou blame it all on me
But the truth you do not see
You lied right from the start
Just to win over my heart
You did not act your age
When you turned the other page
We could have worked it out
But now I am in doubt
That you ever really tried
Because all you did was hide
You told a one sided story
Just looking for some glory
Sold a fairy tale
Now I find you are quite stale
Everything you emulate
Is something that I hate
You told me you were strong
Stringing me along
You were afraid of everything
Now I see your broken wing
Thinking of the day
When your troubles fade away
Your refusal to act on them
Leaves you nothing more than a whim
I do not have the time
To be subjected to your crime
Now I can see it's true
That the weak one is you
Winds Of TimeThe cool winds of time change from day to day
Yesterday to soon turns into tomorrow
But today is never twice the same
And in heavenly stars I search, but I have yet to find my way
Still, as time continues to march on, my soul can find no resting place
In the mist of this violent quake
Of many dimensions of being I lies awake
Until the hours of dark meet a brilliant day break
leaving me to, once again ponder an uncertain fate
The Fading Star of IdealismWhen I was a child all I wanted to be was a star.
I was boisterous by nature and a standout by far.
In my later years I realized that stars are exceptional only in name,
Unique in a way but surrounded by a sea of billions of the same.
We fool ourselves into thinking that we're more important than we really are.
When in reality we carry with us the mediocrity of a single star.
I no longer envy the twinkling lights that hang overhead.
I think from now on I'd rather be a planet instead.
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