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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
Baby StepsTake a deep, calm breath
Hold it tight
And let go
Temper in check
Growing up is overrated
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
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
Professor Layton and the Forbidden SpeechEpilogue
The Professor and Luke got in the car while Sarah jumped and flew down. “Sarah!” Sarah saw Roiza waving her arms as Descole stood next to her. The crowd stopped rioting, this made Sarah surprised. “Everyone, get away from the fortress! It’s going to explode any moment now!” Sarah yelled as the crowd began to run in one direction, Sarah landing to Descole and Roiza. “Where’s the Professor and Luke?” Descole asked as Roiza smiled a little. “Have faith in them. Let’s go!” Roiza led the two away from the fortress.
Everyone was on top of the hill with Lorina’s grave
Professor Layton and the Forbidden SpeechChapter 7: Take Flight
The crowd gasped as Tristan pulled out his firearm. “No more games, Layton!” Tristan jumped in the air, shooting at the group on the platform. They ducked, Roiza giving a glare at Tristan. She soon got up and faced the crowd. “Now do you understand everyone?! We mustn’t let this man cause harm to our lovely town of Wales! Take him down!” Roiza yelled, the crowd roared in agreement. Chaos broke out as the crowd constructed catapults before using them towards Tristan. But, Tristan was in his own fortress. It was similar to a castle on it’s four bouncy feet. Sarah soon gasped, collapsin
Professor Layton and the Forbidden SpeechChapter 6: The True One
“Professor!” The trio soon saw an injured duo of Descole and Sarah up ahead, Sarah waving to them. “Sarah, you’re okay!” Roiza ran to Sarah, hugging her tightly and tears ran down her face. “Descole, you look like you took most of the hit. Did you protect her?” Luke asked, a bit surprised. Descole nodded. “I knew that if she died, something very wrong would happen.” Descole replied, giving a slight chuckle. “What do we do now? Tristan is here in Wales. The rebellion won’t tell us anything and the mafia’s out.” Luke looked at the ground, not
Happy Birthday GiftGarry
You have had sex with so many men
Why not just pick one
You like hairy men
So stick with Gowland
Since he’s so hairy
Ib is a badass
While you are a weakass
We love you, Garry
Stop being a wimp
Learn some magic
And fit in with Battler and Ib
Or just sit in the corner
The fangirls and males out there
Want your bunny dick
While you cuddle with bunnies
In your damn sleep
Go to your strip club
While Ib and Team Badass
Go blow up a base
We still love you
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