A Battle Cry:
It fuels,
It drives,
It empowers,
It motivates,
It sleeps,
It awakens,
It roars,
It howls,
It attacks,
It hunts,
It heals,
It scares,
It angers,
It surprises,
It burns,
It entrances,
It stirs,
It warns,
It inspires,
It echoes,
It commands,
It releases,
It hardens,
It resonates,
It revives,
It buries,
It engulfs,
It deafens,
It blinds,
It mutes,
It torments,
It withstands,
It forsakes,
It shares,
It serves,
It tortures,
It astonishes,
It captivates,
It binds,
It maddens,
It terrifies,
It glorifies,
It forlorns,
It weeps,
It laughs,
It captures,
It releases,
It sings,
It prays,
It
A Lasting Glance
Silent rain droplets
Falling into an abandoned fountain
The crystalline water ripples
As they descend upon it.
Forgotten, fallen flowers
Float above, and rest beneath
The quivering surface
Released, from lofty trees above
With their dripping leaves
That sing and dance.
A waltz being played
Since time began.
Plants and rain,
Wind and cold,
Birds and insects
-They all play a role
In the fountain's show.
The soft lullaby is gone
Water flows, no more
Yet, the spell is unbroken
The sight enraptures all.
With the unmoving stones
-Guardians of the water's depths
The remains of wayward flowers,
And the clear
Prologue: In so little words
"Parting is such sweet sorrow"
William Shakespeare
It was near sunset at the time of his departure. Even with my jacket on, the chilly seaport air seemed to be sucking away the very warmth from my body, leaving only a cold numbness in my bones.
I fought back the stinging in my eyes and clenched shut my trembling hands.
I can't break down now. Not in front of him. I can't let him see my tears. I'll have plenty of time for that later, once he's
"Cloud"
His serene voice pulled me out of my reverie, but I didn't dare to look into his eyes.
"I will come back, I promise."
I closed my eyes, fighti
A Battle Cry:
It fuels,
It drives,
It empowers,
It motivates,
It sleeps,
It awakens,
It roars,
It howls,
It attacks,
It hunts,
It heals,
It scares,
It angers,
It surprises,
It burns,
It entrances,
It stirs,
It warns,
It inspires,
It echoes,
It commands,
It releases,
It hardens,
It resonates,
It revives,
It buries,
It engulfs,
It deafens,
It blinds,
It mutes,
It torments,
It withstands,
It forsakes,
It shares,
It serves,
It tortures,
It astonishes,
It captivates,
It binds,
It maddens,
It terrifies,
It glorifies,
It forlorns,
It weeps,
It laughs,
It captures,
It releases,
It sings,
It prays,
It
A Lasting Glance
Silent rain droplets
Falling into an abandoned fountain
The crystalline water ripples
As they descend upon it.
Forgotten, fallen flowers
Float above, and rest beneath
The quivering surface
Released, from lofty trees above
With their dripping leaves
That sing and dance.
A waltz being played
Since time began.
Plants and rain,
Wind and cold,
Birds and insects
-They all play a role
In the fountain's show.
The soft lullaby is gone
Water flows, no more
Yet, the spell is unbroken
The sight enraptures all.
With the unmoving stones
-Guardians of the water's depths
The remains of wayward flowers,
And the clear
Prologue: In so little words
"Parting is such sweet sorrow"
William Shakespeare
It was near sunset at the time of his departure. Even with my jacket on, the chilly seaport air seemed to be sucking away the very warmth from my body, leaving only a cold numbness in my bones.
I fought back the stinging in my eyes and clenched shut my trembling hands.
I can't break down now. Not in front of him. I can't let him see my tears. I'll have plenty of time for that later, once he's
"Cloud"
His serene voice pulled me out of my reverie, but I didn't dare to look into his eyes.
"I will come back, I promise."
I closed my eyes, fighti
Hues and shades dance for me on a private stage;
but my etchings use only graphite lead.
Clumsy fork tines against ceramic won't curdle my blood;
but unsated hunger is not uncomfortable.
Frolics and waves of a flame will always catch my gaze;
but the smoky tendrils hurt my lungs.
My favourite colour is not a colour;
My music is on a canvas
and my canvas is intangible.
We love the gifting. The giving, the getting and wrapping;
but no-one wants to untangle the fairy lights.
We love the love and the We;
but the Mistletoe is synthetic.
We love the playing and the wrapping paper;
but tinsel itches, and no-one likes snow down their ba
Reap what you sow.
Sew together a green suit
To wear at the funeral parade
of the spineless camel.
Will you follow
A blind beetle that fails to notice
the curvature of the branch it follows.
But not the time of day.
Is there anything left under the edifice?
A tower built from the scrapings below.
Waste caused by yourself.
A parable's parabol, a pinnacle.
Apex of ideas.
Laid to waste.
Laid to rest.
Waste to rest.
Rest to waste.
Far from home and far from necessary;
It rains on everyone
Your tower is roofless but there is no exit.
You have alot to say for a refuse sack.
(To the rhythm of the first POKEMON opening)
I wanna be the very best,
Like no lover ever was
To have you is my real quest,
to love you is my cause!
I will travel across the map,
searching far and wide
Every creature will understand,
the power of my might!
Oh My Cloud!
Gotta have you now--
It's you and me
You know it's our destiny
Oh My Cloud!
Oooh you're my real friend,
and you're heart I must protect
Oh My Cloud!!
Gotta have you now--
My heart is so blue,
my gunblade will pull us through
You leave me and I'll shoot you!
Oh My Cloud!!
Gotta have you now!
Gotta have you now!
Oh My Cloud!!
All Things Must Come To Pass by Antiquity-Dreams, literature
Literature
All Things Must Come To Pass
Title: All Things Must Come To Pass
Author: Antiquitydreams
Beta: Blackfruitbat
Rating: pg
Genre and/or Pairing: Pre-slash Castiel/Dean
Spoilers: Just assume up to Season 5 Ep 18
Warnings: Liberal use of an angel not in the supernatural show for POV.
Summary: When faced with the last few moments Dean has on earth (and all other options narrowing down to zero) it becomes abundantly clear that Castiel cannot idly sit by and allow himself to be separated from the one he has chosen to protect. Even if it means standing against one of the most powerful angels in all the host.
Authors notes: Well this was spawned out
Rise up and take to the sky,
You have no reason to stay in this place
Spread your arms, belive and fly.
High in the clouds your arms become wings
you do what you must to survive
You have nothing to lose and everything to win.
Chorus:
Just take to the skies
and break those earthbound ties
You'll find you're reason for beign.
Break from that poison prison,
change your sadness for passion,
disconnect from the earth and find the place were you belong
Chorus
You're a creature of freedom,
born from the clouds and the stars,
wind is your father and you are the glorious son!
(You are the glorious son)
Chorus
(Break form that poi
Prologue: In so little words
"Parting is such sweet sorrow"
William Shakespeare
It was near sunset at the time of his departure. Even with my jacket on, the chilly seaport air seemed to be sucking away the very warmth from my body, leaving only a cold numbness in my bones.
I fought back the stinging in my eyes and clenched shut my trembling hands.
I can't break down now. Not in front of him. I can't let him see my tears. I'll have plenty of time for that later, once he's
"Cloud"
His serene voice pulled me out of my reverie, but I didn't dare to look into his eyes.
"I will come back, I promise."
I closed my eyes, fighti
Current Residence: The World That Never Was deviantWEAR sizing preference: o///0? Print preference: In paper...??? Favourite style of art: Deadly art? Operating System: Shoot to kill. MP3 player of choice: My ipod named Kadaj :3 Shell of choice: Sea shell? Wallpaper of choice: I guess it would be the one I have on that day... Skin of choice: My own... o.O Favourite cartoon character: Zack Fair,The Prince,Squall/Leon,Vincent,Sephiroth,Dante,Hagi... There's too many D: Personal Quote: Trees attack me. / Oh, My Zob.
Favourite Visual Artist
It sure isn't Naminé -.-
Favourite Movies
Advent Children Complete, Last Order, Avatar, LotR, H.Miyazaki's movies, etc
Favourite Books
Many, many, many.
Favourite Writers
A few.
Favourite Games
I like too many: KH (I-II,Re:CoM), [FF:VII,VIII,X,CC, DoC],Shadow of the Colossus,DMC, SSB-Brawl,etc
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2 & Wii & PSP
Tools of the Trade
Pencils,my hands,pens,paper, und my crazy lil' mind >=]
Other Interests
Manga, books, reading, yaoi, anime, cosplay, video games, supernatural,paranormal,mythology, fantasy
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle (Or Mp3 Player, or whatever you use).
2. When you get your song title, add "in my pants" after the song. YOU MUST WRITE IT NO MATTER HOW FUNNY IT SOUNDS!!!
3. Do this 12 times.
4. Tag at least 5 friends who might enjoy doing the game.
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1. Telling Sweet Lies in my pants.
2. Track 07 in my pants.
3. Devil In Jersey City in my pants.
4. Lonely Is The Night in my pants.
5. Dark Night Toccata in my pants.
6. In The Devil's Territory in my pants.
7. テイト=クライン in my pants. (Seems naughty XD)
8. Ready Or Not (I'm Coming) in my pants.
Yup. I pretty much just try to get my hands on as many interesting SUPERNATURAL paraphernalia and other stuff I can find.
But only the ones that interest me of course. x3 Also watch and read any available material on it. It's stolen my...soul. .> *sigh* It would be so, so many more things, but alas, there is always a hindrance or impediment in the way. v.v
*mumbles* Stupid restrictions and blah, blah nonsense that doesn't let certain (practically everything) items ship over here or participate in super cool awesome contests and junk.
Oh, well, I'm sure better things will turn up eventually. Right? o.0; In the mean time, I'll just satiate
Greetings.
A bit about my summer for your common knowledge:
It turns out that the summer job I got was nothing like I expected. Instead of working at City Hall, like I originally thought, it turns out they sent us to work at a Summer Camp that was hosted/created..whatever by City Hall.
Needless to say that took us all by surprise and was like a sucker punch to the face.
So I am currently spending my summer looking after ill-behaved, rude, obnoxious, hyper little seven-year-old brats that make everyday a living nightmare for me.
We have kids raging from 6 to 13 years of age. [All the 7 year-old are mine]. And it is Not a very pleasant exp