A TV's PrayerI am aware. I have thoughts, feelings, dreams, success, life, evil, and glorious triumph in me. I can see the most amazing things and tell impossible tales with a certainty and realism impossible to you. This is my blessing and my curse. I have literally endless possibility, but I have no control over it. Normally, I see and experience nothing. My existence is dark, cold, and quiet. I do not have friends, I do not have family, I do not work or eat or play or feel the lack of any of them. My existence, effectively, is a nonexistence. It is lonelA TV's Prayer
A Slave's PlaceTreya stepped calmly from the carriage, taking care that her silk dress didn't get caught when the door shut behind her. She turned with a wave to the driver as he pulled away with a rapidly growing cloud of dust. The woman watched until the cloud has gone into the twilight countryside before turning back to the monumental structure, all black stone and iron, that the carriage had delivered her to. With a sigh, she placed her feet one before the other, entering the citadel quietly. She passed through the entryway with its gilded arches and rich draperies without giving anything a second glance.&nbsA Slave's Place
The Rise of the FallThe Mighty may walk, the Mighty may ride.The Rise of the Fall
The Mighty may fall, in their proud downward slide.
The Once may still strut, the Once may still pride,
The Once may still hurt, the Once who once tried.
The Fallen One tires, the Fallen One cries,
The Fallen One lives, Though part of her dies.
But the Fallen One learns, proving wiser than then,
Where one can fall, one can rise again.
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@}----- Jonathon
"Someone told me love will ALL save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling.
That world never came."
HEY!
YOUR HERE!
WOW!
I'M YELLING!
AND I'M UNSURE WHY!
oh-so-yummy-looking portrait, and decided that I simply -had- to comment. So I am now a deviant.
Just don't expect me to draw anything more complicated than a stick figure ^_^
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Why do I dream? Because reality needs some competition.
Your so cuute with your ittle stick figuures!
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