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Ch1. The Meeting"Princess of Niagriston"
By: Chris Healey aka Xephyer
Chapter 1 – The Meeting
A voice was heard from the ears of the Galient knight, Tundra. It was soothing to his ears as he walked through an open terrain, in search of blueberries in the forest near by. He looked in many directions to try and find out where the voice was coming from. It was coming from his left side, straight in the dark forest where nobody goes because of the twenty-four hour gloominess and darkness surrounding it. He thought for a moment, whether or not he should go in the dark forest to try and find the wonderful singer, or whether or not to try and find his blueberries in the bright forest, which was to his right.
Tundra took his time as he chose to search for the voice. He ventured deep within the dark forest of Phonos. As dark as it was becoming as he continued walking, it soon began getting brighter as a single voice became louder and more beautiful to the ear. Tundra noticed a lonely girl singing as she looked
When Christmas CameWhen Christmas came,
I saught for joy.
I laughed for hours,
While I'm still a boy.
It was a wonderful evening,
Oh that Christmas day.
I enjoyed every moment,
Wishing it would stay.
I got many presents,
Oh yes I did,
On Christmas morning,
Whilst I'm a kid.
I enjoyed Christmas this year,
I must say,
That even my older siblings,
Had a very good day.
Oh that Christmas morning,
I'll never forget,
How I spent it with my family,
And i'll never regret.
Oh when Christmas came,
Oh when Christmas came.
Poem - My LoveMy Love
When you're down,
I'll pick you up,
I'll turn your frown,
Right side up.
A smile from you,
Warms my heart,
I know your smiles true,
Cause it's how things start.
When we're together,
I feel whole,
Now and forever,
We'll fill in one soul.
You're my love,
My blooming being,
Forever the sweet dove,
Shall we be seeing.
Poem - "Megan"Megan
Your eyes twinkle above me,
Sparkly so brightly, so free,
Words can't describe the feelings I'm feeling,
Even through the cards I've been dealing.
The short time we've spent together will be infinite,
Everyday, every moment, will stay and be definite,
Your voice and emotions tell who you are inside,
While your actions show what you'll come to abide.
Your love is so true,
I know it's so you,
I love you like you love me,
I hope that's what you can see.
Our hearts are bonded together,
But the pieces are light as a feather,
Like the wind so free and light,
For no love will shine ever so bright.
Quests of Ataru - Chapter 1
Introduction: Ataru Taerio, a detective and Demon slayer for the U.A.F.D.A.I(Undercover Agents for the Federal Demon and Artifacts Investigations.), has accepted a list of missions he must do in a short period of time per mission to receive $5.7 Billion at the end from Governor Rin, who had his items stolen and has put up that amount as the reward for the safe return of those items within 7 days or else the items will all disappear from the lack of magic each hold in them. each must be brought back immediately to Gov. Rin.
Chapter 1 - The Sword of Shoujiki
"Slow down!" a passenger said, barely being able to move with the speed the Jet Train was going.
The driver looked back in a gazed sight with blurriness from 'speed shock' coming off of the Jet Train. He knew he had heard something, but was unsure of what had been said by the second passenger on the right. The passenger had given him a hard and unsure look to his eyes, the driver gave him the same look.
"What!?" The driver
The Regular Life
World turning upside down
A smile becomes a frown
“Chemo will be our best answer”
Distracting myself with art
My ability to draw is hectic
Sanity and reality tearing apart
Artwork becomes neglected
Trying to swallow the worry
Should I ever to tell her?
“Mom, it’s alright, I’m sorry”
Saying to myself; “My art is shit”
Blank papers surrounding me
Falling into this mental bottomless pit
I can never be freed
To My DadTo My Dad
You are my best friend,
And yet still strict with me.
I know you mean well,
You encourage my dreams and goals.
You know I can do better.
From watching you play video games all those years ago
(Yes, I still remember bits of them on the Playstation)
To History Channel war shows you always watched
(For which I blame my love for history for)
To car shows and plane museums, and all the bits in between.
From inside jokes about krakens
(And I don’t sound like an ogre when I wake up)
To British shows and still watching you play video games
(Which I think you’ve stepped away from Call of Duty, or whatever it was)
To you taking pictures whenever I fall asleep with Mocha.
You are my best friend,
Making sure I don’t become a boring adult
You push me to try and be better than I think I can be
Since you know how far I can go
You’ve helped me become the person I am now
From video games and history to cars and traveling
Getting me used to camping and walking
MomWhat did I do
When I was born
You hold your side
Like I'm a thorn.
How did the old you
What does a mother
Have to fear
From the real world?
I've heard the legends
Passed along so haughtily
By your own mother.
She held you and three others
And a "real" job.
She had a husband for a long time...
But 22 years was long enough.
Maybe even too long.
Now she's a language lover
Just like me.
Reads in bed like it's the only thing
That keeps her breathing.
Because a son with hollow bones
Doesn't help a bit.
Neither do you
With your rotten teeth
And rotted motivation.
It's like a worm in your heart.
She tried her hardest
To drive her two daughters and two sons
To school, sports, and theater.
And living with a man
Who always told her what to do
And wasn't there.
Always hanging on that fishing reel
And what has she now?
Elder daughter, elder son
And the younger,
Sloths at home
With the wine, Sudoko
And Call of Duty in hand.
And not to mention the cigarette
The MotherI wonder what being a mother means to you
Because you get your sons to believe one thing
Your sister to believe another
Your brother to believe the next
Your mother takes up for you through all of it
Your husband is also in this mix
Truth is something you're not familiar with
He's mine, but also believes your lies like the others and it bothers me
To know that he doesn't make reasonable deductions based on habits, past or actions
I guess I just wish they all could see through you as much as I do
It's so simple, but then again
Who likes to admit that their own mother is a bit crazy
Telling tales that never existed
Living in a world that we don't see
Talented ClovisCan you read, cat?
I'm sure you can
Can you braid, cat?
I'm sure you can
Can you sow, cat?
Can you write, cat?
Can you climb one hundred storied, cat?
Can you sing, and dance,
and act and draw?
I'm sure you can
because I saw you
Fall off the table and roll on the floor
Walk on your front legs and nothing more
Twist your tail around your head
Go under the cabinet and get stuck instead
I've seen you teach yourself to play soccer
I've seen you scribble with a marker
I've seen you become a ball that rolls and rolls
You've made me laugh and laugh beyond control
Clovis, my cat, my cat of laughs
Go on a comedy show
Because you can amuse the whole word
That I certainly know
Be the jester of the Queen
You would certainly make a scene
You will go far
Clovis, my star
Untitled"Why do you keep trying?"
"I don't know anymore..."
"Maybe I tried to prove I had some worth."
"Maybe I tried to show that people without parents could do things."
"I think I may have tried, because I had a strong will."
"Why do you just accept being called worthless?"
"What can I do, if it's true?"
"I stopped trying obviously, so it's okay."
"It's true, isn't it?"
"After all, the flaws are important."
"Why are you so negative?"
"What's there to be positive about?"
"The world is a cruel place, and we are just players in a game."
"Don't talk to me if you're negative..."
"Can't you accept that person you knew, you won't again?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Knowing no one holds hope in your future?"
"Being told that you're worthless, no matter how hard you try?"
"Only being told the flaws of things you do?"
"Yes it hurts, but all I can do is continue..."
The PantryHow does love and nurture putrefy?
They must be imperishable!
The books, the pamphlets, the fiction--
they guarantee quality and freshness.
But the daintiest sample illustrates a shelf life.
One can only prepare for so long,
for upgrades are necessary.
No longer is the milk rich and sweet,
but it is tainted.
Resentment and denial: these do not warm me.
For their superfluous appearance, I hate them.
Powdered, bitter, clumpy.
This cannot sustain my desire for the sensuous crunch of life.
Forgive me mother, for I know what I must do.
I Couldn't Be... (Short Poem)I know you wanted me to be happy for you...Well...I'm sorry. I couldn't. I couldn't be happy about the decisions you made. I couldn't be happy freezing on a couch at night while you were warm in a bed. I couldn't be happy to spend so many hours without you, knowing you were still near to me. I couldn't be happy having to be drugged up with pills to sleep. I couldn't be happy seeing you destroy yourself with alcohol and at one point cigarettes. I couldn't be happy feeling like crap every morning when I had to go to school. I couldn't be happy with the thoughts that you put inside my head. I couldn't be happy when you let him yell at me. I couldn't be happy with keeping in the anger that was built inside of me. I couldn't be happy even if I let it out on the table. I couldn't be happy when it fell. I couldn't be happy when I saw you cry. I couldn't be happy having to live behind a smile. I couldn't be happy lying to the teachers. I couldn't be happy telling them I was okay
Poem - Blind Sun
I sat upon the grazing grass
As the sun continued beaming pass.
I looked above for minutes long
Thinking of a high pitched song
When I seen light.
The light I saw
Felt warm and so bright
a realized soon after
what I thought was right.
My life turned around
on that same day
I imaged nothing no more.
That was the price I had to pay,
Not knowing who I was anymore.
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