News just in,
The queen has been assasinated,
And now there's a king.
(What's happening to this word we're living in?)
News just in,
BB's winner was in playboy,
And now she's a man.
(Yet they are wondering why she went and ran?)
News just in,
Kid gets killed by chocolate bar,
And now they are banned.
(Did the health freaks always have it planned?)
News just in,
Football star break his leg.
And now he's hurt.
(Wasn't it his arm he was clutching in the dirt?)
News just in,
Celebrity goes to jail,
And now shes crying.
(Can't they see that her tears are lying?)
News just in,
The nation is getting fat,
And now we worry.
(How
When The Assassin Cries by dynastophic, literature
Literature
When The Assassin Cries
The girl put her delicate ear against the wooden giant that was the door. The murmuring on the other side now became audible and she could distinguish a deep feminine voice from the other side.
"So that's it then, we kill the Lord and Lady and take over?"
"Well, its going to be a little more di…di…different than that." A man stammered, "B…but that's b…basically it yes ."
The girl's eyes widened as she heard this.
"Then it all fits into place. Soon this city will be mine for the slaughtering." The woman chuckled from beyond the door.
"And wha…what about your ass…assassins? Are they in on the plot?" The male asked timidly.
"We shall test
One loney wanderer,
Sitting under a tree.
He looks upon the world,
As if seeing it for the first time.
His only companion is nature,
Friendless and alone.
Two kissing lovers,
Hiding in a barn.
For risk of discovery,
Could lead to seperation.
Their love shields the danger,
Deep true love.
Three laughing friends,
Laughing round the fire.
They remember times that have gone,
And times yet to come.
Hoping to stick together till the end,
Always sticking together.
Four thieving criminals,
Planning thier next crime.
They pick out a wealthy girl,
Covered in jewels and gold.
Hiding from the law,
Lying and decieving.
Five crying
The sense of change hangs in the heavy air,
Another lonely new years eve,
I sit alone in my room.
The window pane,
Its cold embrace against my cheek,
While mist and fog say their vows,
And adventure celebrates its birth.
The glowing moon,
A ghostly army,
Triumphant in its formation,
It awaits is call of "Charge!"
The quiet outdoors,
Beckons me with a murderous smile,
As a dangerous assassin,
Would invite its victim to dance.
My hushed footsteps,
As I leave my cell,
The inmates un-aware of the prison break,
The guards oblivious to the convicts leave.
I stand alone,
The subtle wind in my hair,
Giving me a solemn goodbye,
T
The moment before dawn,
And the phoenix hunter is waiting,
For the moment when the phoenix and the sun collide.
Behind the horizon, radiance glows,
As a new day is welcomed.
The phoenix rises.
In a fiery embrace,
The phoenix hunter loads his weapon,
And aims at his target,
Just as the phoenix bursts into passionate glory,
Her feathers embedded in flame,
And the morning goddess turns back to dust,
Where the phoenix will once again take her throne.
At the next sunrise,
For that is her curse.
The phoenix hunter cries.
Building a masterpiece. by dynastophic, literature
Literature
Building a masterpiece.
The night is making music,
The moon whispering a serenade,
The wind humming a melody,
The chorus of creepings,
That is music.
The day is writing a story,
The rain is producing a prologue,
The mountains make a climax,
The raging sea of an epilogue,
That is a story.
The twilight is painting a picture,
The silence is the canvas,
The calm is the paintbrush,
While the vast grey is the paint,
That is a picture.
The night is making music,
The day is writing a story,
The twilight is painting a picture,
The masterpiece is done.
Stuck in the prison of my mind.
Laying on the cold floor,
Unsure what i'm here for,
The only thing thats ticking is time.
My body has forgotten how to live.
My mind has faded black,
My soul has walked the plank,
All I have is what I can't give.
The walls ; the compress me,
The bars ; they depress me,
The guards ; they address me,
And the only word I utter is "Why?"
The stars spread out across the sky,
Make me feel so small.
Worthless, to the heavenly gods,
That dominate the nightly ball.
The mysterious sorceress that is the moon,
Beckons with her silver hand.
A cold whisper of remorse,
Trickles through the air like sand.
My feet are itching to find the edge,
The edge of this feeble world,
They itch to jump from planet to moon,
To where the universe curled.
Stories of adventure flash in front of my eyes,
And I wish to be part of the plot.
Yet when I think of what my life could be,
I have to take time to stop.
Though it may not have blood and war,
Or saving ladies from a tower.
The thing
The Cruelness of Humanity by dynastophic, literature
Literature
The Cruelness of Humanity
People can be cold.
They can place a sheet of ice,
Across your fire,
They can laugh at your whims,
And shun your desires.
People can deceive.
They can play with truth,
Like it's a game,
They can leave you standing on your own,
Then not return again.
People can hurt.
They can make holes in your heart,
Like a subtle knife,
They can haunt your deepest dreams,
And ruin your life.
People they can pretend.
One moment you're everything,
And then you're not,
It's like they're playing a game,
And you lost the plot.
People can be saviours.
They can just always be there,
Lending a smile,
And when all the others let you down.
Reme
The Twelve States of Misery by dynastophic, literature
Literature
The Twelve States of Misery
One for mercy,
Two for sin,
Three for this mess i've got myself in.
Four for honour,
Five for hate,
Six for when the tears can't wait.
Seven for pity,
Eight for hurt,
Nine for the feeling that I made it worse.
Ten for love,
Eleven for pain,
Twelve for the hope that someday i'll be happy again.
Tree of the dead
Can you hear what they said
About the bodies on the tree
For most of the world to see
Hanging limply from a branch
They never had a chance
The rope tightly around there neck
Look at there limp bodies
They were not the goodies
These people where the badies
Ones that hurt the innicent
Ones that killed the weak
We are not so helpless
No matter what it seems
Hidden behide metal beams
Hearing the peoples screams
In terror when they saw our eyes
We are not so weak
We are the ones that leek
Leek into the world
Kill the ones that hurt us
When no one in the world seems to give a damn
They tresspassed on our land
Moon
I am looking at the sky tonight
As the moon rises high
I watch the crescent as it rises above the trees
And smiles down at me
I look and I ask
Why do you smile
On our world as though nothings wrong?
Can you not see
The problems that we deal with
I know you do yet you smile
As if nothing is wrong
You live in the sky
Without a trouble at all
You do not deal with troubles
As we do
We are in war
People getting killed
Hungry and homeless people
Sit out on the street
You don't do anything
But smile down at them
Almost like you're laughing
You smile down on our world
As if nothing is wrong
As if we live in peace
But t
Counting Crows
Barest limb in frosty falling
Winter Cold and Midnight calling
On it sleets and on it snows
As I keep my Count of Crows
One to keep the winter long
Two to make a right from wrong
On it sleets and on it snows
As I keep my Count of Crows
Three to ward off evil ill
Four to add unto my will
On it sleets and on it snows
As I keep my Count of Crows
Now the fifth comes, 'twill not stop
Unknown forces plague the crop
On it sleets and on it snows
As I keep my Count of Crows
Sickness rampant, village shatter
Crows still waiting, will not scatter
On it sleets and on it snows
As I keep my Count of Crows
Sixth is coming
Current Residence: Insanity. Favourite genre of music: Rock/Anythingdecent Favourite photographer: Kath XD Favourite style of art: Mixtures Favourite cartoon character: PSYDUCK! Personal Quote: "The most powerful weapon is also the most frightening"
I forgot about Deviantart in the summer holidays, and now they are nearly over I shall resume my activeness.
I've just had a big clear out of my deviations, and i got rid of all the ones I dont like.
Now all I have to do is make some more :D
So i'll start doing that then.
Well howdy Hi there.
I feel like I havn't been on deviantart in ages!
Well, I havn't. I havn't put anything up in ages either. BUT I have more batteries for my Old Skool camera so I might go take pictures of stuff. If I can find any stuff >_>
I'm bored of flowers so me thinks its time to use the playground in front of my house.
When little kids are not there obviously.
Last time I took pictures when little kids were there they wanted to be in them all, which was sweet but annoying.
I'll try to get something up anyway.
OH AND BAD NEWS - My graphics tablet is broken! I might get a refund on it so I can start saving up for my IPOD.
Adios
Gah, because of my friend NATHAN. He has got the pokemon themetune in my head.
AND I am now Lizzleypuff, but instead of singing people to sleep, I wake them up cause my singing is so bad >_>
EMILY SMELLS.
(Nicer than me)
Gah.
Thats all folks.
(CBA to write any more)
Hahah well i hope so to!
And you need good grades to stay a whizzkid in the mafia
lmao
ttyl liz don
Thinking about it.. wat about liz DOOOOOM muahahha
ok ill shuddup now
lots of love and all that jazz!
x me x