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The Sixteen Daedric SinsLust - Mephala
Wrath - Malacath
Gluttony - Namira
Pride - Mehrunes Dagon
Sloth - Clavicus Vile
Greed - Nocturnal
Envy - Boethiah
Temptation - Sanguine
Cynicism - Hermaeus Mora
Disloyalty - Peryite
Selfishness - Azura
Denial - Meridia
Betrayal - Hircine
Hatred - Molag Bal
Crucifixion - Vaermina
T'was the Black of NightT’was the black of night, where the shadows have grown
and Death walks the land in a forest alone
T’was the black of night, a darkened deep
as it falls into a dreamless sleep.
T’was the black of night, a foggy façade
as the grass glistened with an icy glaze
T’was the black of night as evil creeped out
T’was the black of night with nary a shout.
T’was the black of night, a deathly eve
a restless thought to ponder and grieve
T’was the black of night, and a thunder pounds
rattling the earth and shaking the ground.
Death claims souls as his desire
Gone is all but a dying fire
The world will never again see the sun or light
As it appears, t’was the black of night.
Punk Dovahkiin*The Dragonborn is caught killing someone and stealing their junk.*
Guard: By the order of the Jarl, stop right there!
DB: Shut up. Please.
Guard: You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people. What say you in your defense?
DB: Dude. I am with da bruthas. In da hood. The Dark Bruthahood.
Guard: I am well aware. Come quietly, or taste the Jarl’s justice!
DB: I heard you. I suggest you come quietly or I hand you over to my bruthas.
Guard: I only gave you two options. Die, or come to jail!
DB: Yer missin’ one.
Guard: And that is...
DB: Krii Lun Aus!
Guard: (dying slowly because of poison) Uhhhhhhhhhhh... I used to think an arrow in the knee was bad...
DB: But then you took a warhammer to the head. *whack*
WELCOME TO MAH LAND OF SKYRIM. HERE, EVERYONE USED TO BE WHATEVER THEY WERE BUT THEN THEY TOOK A WARHAMMER TO THE FACE.
Mariage blancMariage blanc
Le temps est gris sale -
et les arbres soufflés de leurs feuilles ne cachent plus les squelettes, les failles et les lacunes. La lumière fade de la réalité assaille la gorge tel un noeud coulant qui serre d’un peu plus près avec chaque mouvement.
L’animal pris au piège, emmêlé dans le fil des souvenirs, prend peu à peu racine et étouffe ce feu qui fait bondir en avant. À quoi bon lutter, si ce n’est que pour mourir soumis à l’impossible.
Le temps est gris sale -
et par delà son masque de fer, le coeur à découvert, la guerrière aux yeux de verre abattue et au bout de son sang
-Sophie, décembre 2013
I amI’m like a puzzle,
All my different scars show you where I was broken
And then glued back together again.
I’m like a painting,
All the colors and textures up close look a mess and unfixed
But standing back they show you something beautiful and wonderful.
I’m like a tree,
Standing tall and strong against the wind and the rain
Giving shelter to those that need it from the hazardous conditions of life.
I’m like the river,
Flowing freely and full of life
Never tied down, but always on the path of life.
I am one with myself,
I am beautiful,
I am strong,
And I am free.
The Way of AveragesMost of us aren't special or privileged. We will never be royalty or even important in the grand scheme of things. Achievements will be average at best and suffering will, for the most part, be equal.
We will all weigh the good from the bad and measure life accordingly. Self-loathing and self-pity will be a given at one point or another and we will all say things like “why me, why me”. But good things don't just happen to kings and bad things don't just happen to you.
At the top of the world there are, but a few and we are the rest. This is the way of averages. This is the norm, good, bad, or otherwise indifferent.
Les Naufrag2s du Silence
Faire le deuil de toutes les relations avortées. Tirer un trait. Sur la page noircie de ses espoirs déchus. Là où s'échouent tous les non-dits. Le fruit de nos vides. Les souvenirs perlent au bord de mes songes. Je les efface d'un soupir. Leur préférant les effluves du sang. Et leurs lambeaux sur les murs. Les tomettes rouges ne sont que des morceaux d’âme collés au plafond. Courir après des fantômes et choir d'avoir trop cru. S'abandonner aux larmes, seule éclosion de la frustration. Parce que les cris de désespoir sont ensevelis dans la chair. Rejouer les scènes, encore et encore jusqu'à en perdre le fil. Puisque plus rien ne fait sens. Errer dans des déserts de souffre.
Et les voiles de l'absurde enveloppent alors l'oubli.
Dans les ombres de ta tête s’animent des démons.
Il faisait frémir ses doigts au seuil de mon
ARE WE HUMAN . SPOKEN WORDAre we even human and are we really real.
Or are we so confused that we forgot what it feels like to feel.
I mean As the days go by I just grow Cold hearted
A Senseless soul as I say my good byes to another sister who was martyred
Paint a picture of a perfect world which is nothing short of distorted
Nothing short of a disguise To try to hide all the lies from behind of all the children dying
And all the lost lives
As a little girl cries
I'm alive I'm alive I can't believe I'm breathing
See we're alive too sweetie but our hearts aren't really beating
See every time I hear you scream on the screen I'ma quickly get to leaving
Hit the X please, I mean I really need to sleep this evening
I mean how can I eat while I watch her bleeding
I mean how can I turn the heat on my heaters while I watch her freezing
So if I hear her screaming one more time I'ma hold my breath and close my eyes
and just pretend to be dumb, deaf and blind And hope to death she doesn't die.
Failing to realise that our s
A Question of the Self-Concept.There is a recurring male response to do something so incredibly idiotic after an emotionally traumatizing and demoralizing event in their life. Despite the fact that catharsis is debunked. Luckily, I have been able to repress this urge and move on from it.
I could've leaked nude photographs or shattered a literal glass jar of hearts onto the pavement of the street where I used to call a second home. A place where I felt like my voice mattered and carried weight, but it was only a sinking anchor to the deep end of a suffocating blue death. I gave up drugs and alcohol, just to allow my ex-girlfriend the ease of mind and consolidation that it was us versus her addict father and whatnot.
So, in a way, the more you hate someone, the more you loved them before. It's because you resent them so much for changing so much and too fast, from how much better they were before. How much more committed you thought they were. How you felt that wasting hours and days lying in bed with them was a worth
I did not learnWhen I was little they used to say,
“Kids can be cruel.”
That a boy liked you if he pushed you down on the playground, scraping the skin of your knees on the pavement.
They told me so many times.
So many times that I believed it.
And when it started in fourth grade I thought it was normal,
That it was a rite of passage.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
It echoed as they teased me for my hair or glasses.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
As I grew, and kids were no longer kids.
“Kids can be cruel, right?”
When I found solace in being alone, surrounded by my books and walls.
I did not learn to love myself from some ten-minute video in class,
Or from my parents cooing “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Every time after I came home from a day of silence and torture.
I learned it
From the internet.
From the faceless forums I would go home to
After being teased
And called countless things.
And to this day my da
Using my wordsYou tell me to not think with my emotions.
But how can I not think with my feelings when that's how I love you?
I don't use logic or reason, I'm not making a song.
I'm writing a poem.
EntschuldigtEntschuldigt mich für die verbliebene Zeit
wartet nicht auf mich
wartet nicht auf die Zeit
wartet nicht bis das ihr abgeholt werdet
Entschuldigt mich für eine Weile
doch das Leben wartet nicht
sie ereignen sich
spielt keine Spiele
spielt das Leben
Das hast du ich gelehrt
Ich entschuldige dich für den Rest meines Lebens
warte nicht auf dich
warte nicht auf den Takt der Uhr
warte nicht auf den Sensenmann
Ich entschuldige dich für alle Weile, die du benötigst
dein Leben schreitet voran, vorwärts ohne mich
wir begegneten uns
du mich und ich dich und ich mich und du dich
all das ereignete zwischen uns
ich du wir ich ich du du allein
all das geschah zwischen uns
wir spielten eine Rolle
das Leben spielte die Wahrheit
Sie spielte dazwischen
I Am a WarriorI Am a Warrior
I am strong. I am
willing, swift, amazing.
I am the one who
was called to slay darkness.
I was granted power and sword,
and told to be the fighter.
I am brave, loyal, and
I stand by my dreams.
I will defeat all who
are evil. I aim to restore
peace to the world.
I am a warrior, an agile,
ruthless assassin. But under all that,
I am a hero.
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