Something terrible happened here.
Right here; in this life-worn place.
In this very spot.
On this land beneath my feet.
I can feel it.
It resonates all around me.
It thrives in the air--
the wind whispers caveats in my ear.
It hums in my bones;
which sing out a funeral march proclaiming the destruction of an event long ago.
It lives in the sky;
whose pale blue face is stained with tears of angel's sorrow.
This place speaks without ever saying a word;
telling the story of a day of black skies and blazing fires.
A day where our courageous hearts were cornered like a young, timid fawn by two vast, black bird
There once was a boy with emerald leaf eyes that always sparkled with the light of the morning dew when he smiled.
But the little boy smiled no more.
His lips were the color of wild berries, and they parted and shook when he laughedlike God's divine power striking the Red Sea.
But the little boy had no reason to laugh anymore.
You see, the little boy had lost his morning-dew eyes and sea-splitting laugh when he first discovered at an age much too young that though others surrounded him like a forest, he was all alone. Fending for himself in this world; with not a soul who ever tried to make his eyes glitter with a crescent of a smil
L'Agonia della Cappella Sistina by foto-ragazza14, literature
Literature
L'Agonia della Cappella Sistina
This cannot be what my master meant for me.
For, to his children, he was the kindest of men!
I was given the name "Cappella"--the most revered of buildings--
So why is it I am treated no better than a tavern?
Cameras flash and people shout; can they not read the regulations on the wall?
Well, if they can, they pay no mind;
they act as they like: as if God himself had pardoned them.
My commandments are few; so why are they ignored?
Why must it take a prophet to open their eyes?
"NO PHOTOGRAPHY.",
"NO TALKING.",
and the tacit but prominent "BE RESPECTFUL."
For I am a place of worship!
But with naught room to kneel or the qui
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Literature
Request: fairlyoddparentsxp
Mario and Clo were sitting in a tree;
no, not that nursery rhyme, literally!
They'd played all day, and were now quite tired.
For all others in their town had already respired.
Mario looked at Clo; his most bestest friend,
and got that small flutter as he always did.
She was the prettiest girl in their whole class;
with eyes shiny as sparkling glass.
Now, he was only seven;
but if there was one thing he knew,
it was that he'd never felt something that felt quite this true.
He turned to little Clo, and with a smile on his face,
said, "I'll marry you one day, Clo; for in my heart you've earned a space."
She had laughed the
Something terrible happened here.
Right here; in this life-worn place.
In this very spot.
On this land beneath my feet.
I can feel it.
It resonates all around me.
It thrives in the air--
the wind whispers caveats in my ear.
It hums in my bones;
which sing out a funeral march proclaiming the destruction of an event long ago.
It lives in the sky;
whose pale blue face is stained with tears of angel's sorrow.
This place speaks without ever saying a word;
telling the story of a day of black skies and blazing fires.
A day where our courageous hearts were cornered like a young, timid fawn by two vast, black bird
There once was a boy with emerald leaf eyes that always sparkled with the light of the morning dew when he smiled.
But the little boy smiled no more.
His lips were the color of wild berries, and they parted and shook when he laughedlike God's divine power striking the Red Sea.
But the little boy had no reason to laugh anymore.
You see, the little boy had lost his morning-dew eyes and sea-splitting laugh when he first discovered at an age much too young that though others surrounded him like a forest, he was all alone. Fending for himself in this world; with not a soul who ever tried to make his eyes glitter with a crescent of a smil
L'Agonia della Cappella Sistina by foto-ragazza14, literature
Literature
L'Agonia della Cappella Sistina
This cannot be what my master meant for me.
For, to his children, he was the kindest of men!
I was given the name "Cappella"--the most revered of buildings--
So why is it I am treated no better than a tavern?
Cameras flash and people shout; can they not read the regulations on the wall?
Well, if they can, they pay no mind;
they act as they like: as if God himself had pardoned them.
My commandments are few; so why are they ignored?
Why must it take a prophet to open their eyes?
"NO PHOTOGRAPHY.",
"NO TALKING.",
and the tacit but prominent "BE RESPECTFUL."
For I am a place of worship!
But with naught room to kneel or the qui
There once was a boy with emerald leaf eyes that always sparkled with the light of the morning dew when he smiled.
But the little boy smiled no more.
His lips were the color of wild berries, and they parted and shook when he laughedlike God's divine power striking the Red Sea.
But the little boy had no reason to laugh anymore.
You see, the little boy had lost his morning-dew eyes and sea-splitting laugh when he first discovered at an age much too young that though others surrounded him like a forest, he was all alone. Fending for himself in this world; with not a soul who ever tried to make his eyes glitter with a crescent of a smil
L'Agonia della Cappella Sistina by foto-ragazza14, literature
Literature
L'Agonia della Cappella Sistina
This cannot be what my master meant for me.
For, to his children, he was the kindest of men!
I was given the name "Cappella"--the most revered of buildings--
So why is it I am treated no better than a tavern?
Cameras flash and people shout; can they not read the regulations on the wall?
Well, if they can, they pay no mind;
they act as they like: as if God himself had pardoned them.
My commandments are few; so why are they ignored?
Why must it take a prophet to open their eyes?
"NO PHOTOGRAPHY.",
"NO TALKING.",
and the tacit but prominent "BE RESPECTFUL."
For I am a place of worship!
But with naught room to kneel or the qui
And this time it's Halloween themed!! Thanks to !Chrisy21 (https://www.deviantart.com/chrisy21) for tagging me!
Zombie
[]You're an outcast
[]You feel as if you're not truly alive
[]You'll moan when hurt rather than scream and cry
[X]You tend to zone out
[]You don't feel very smart
[] You like worms
[ ]You like taking things slowly
[]You like odd foods
[X]You prefer to suffer in silence
[X]You don't get much sleep
Total: 3
Werewolf
[ ]You have a bad temper
[]You're incredibly physically strong and fast
[X]You love the moon
[X]You're very loyal
[X]If you love someone, you'll do whatever you possibly can to protect them
[X]You would go on a devastated rampage
I was just tagged by the lovely Ms. Lis; ~KaleidoscopeWoman (https://www.deviantart.com/kaleidoscopewoman)! It's been a while since I've done a tag, so this should be fun! Alright, here we gooooo! :w00t:
RULES:
1) You MUST post the rules.
2) Each person MUST post 5 things about themselves in their journal.
3) Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4) You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5) Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6) NO TAG BACKS!
7) No stuff in the tagging section about "You're Tagged If You're Reading This" You legitimately have to ta
My oh my; lots of things to celebrate right now!
For one thing, I've officially been on DA for one year! I'd like to take a moment to thank all those I've come across on this wonderful site; without you I wouldn't have had as successful a first year as I have. Especially those I know IRL, which brings me to my next topic...
I've also just graduated. There are so many things I'd like to say but can't... without making this journal one of the longest DA's ever seen. :giggle:
I've known most of you since kindergarden, maybe even longer. I've grown up with you, and these years I've spent with you--my honorary brothers and sisters-- have been s