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My original fiction archive: www.fictionpress.com/~Lexodus
I also draw in a manga-esque style, but the only ones of note are much bigger than my scanner (I tend to draw out scenes, i.e a big battle with a crowd of people holed up in a fortress, a band performing live, etc.) and therefore I cannot show them. I am proud of them though. (^^)
I'll plant a seed
And watch it grow.
Watch it struggle against the harsh world,
Just like you did.
You, who taught me to love life,
to stand tall and strong,
You, my greatest friend.
You will go one way,
as far as your dreams take you,
and I, having to follow a different path,
Walk on, with no true home except with you.
I'll plant a seed
and watch it grow,
watch a tiny shoot spring forth new life.
But the real seed you left is not in the ground-
It is in my heart.
And watch it grow.
Watch it struggle against the harsh world,
Just like you did.
You, who taught me to love life,
to stand tall and strong,
You, my greatest friend.
You will go one way,
as far as your dreams take you,
and I, having to follow a different path,
Walk on, with no true home except with you.
I'll plant a seed
and watch it grow,
watch a tiny shoot spring forth new life.
But the real seed you left is not in the ground-
It is in my heart.
Through rain, sleet or snow,
We shall persevere.
The spark that lives inside us
Shall not die, shall not fall silent.
Though we may be oppressed,
Broken, beaten down and destroyed,
We shall persevere.
We shall not die.
At times when it seems hopeless,
We may falter, stumble,
But our iron will remains unbending.
Our resolve shall not be overcome.
Though we may die,
Though our bodies, mere shells that they are,
May rot away,
We are more than men.
We are an idea, a hope, a dream,
And that cannot be killed.
Long after we're gone,
When we are lost to the ravages of time,
The spark will take root in a new generation.
The spark shall blossom, become more.
That spark shall become a thought,
That thought shall become a word,
And that word shall become an idea,
The very same idea we, and those before us, died to protect.
That idea will grow,
Unbound by the constrains of humanity,
And in that we shall be granted new life?
Every man, woman and child who died
Daring to believe in a better world;
A world where none suffer, are persecuted or victimized,
A world of freedom, of love,
And of life.
We shall persevere.
The spark that lives inside us
Shall not die, shall not fall silent.
Though we may be oppressed,
Broken, beaten down and destroyed,
We shall persevere.
We shall not die.
At times when it seems hopeless,
We may falter, stumble,
But our iron will remains unbending.
Our resolve shall not be overcome.
Though we may die,
Though our bodies, mere shells that they are,
May rot away,
We are more than men.
We are an idea, a hope, a dream,
And that cannot be killed.
Long after we're gone,
When we are lost to the ravages of time,
The spark will take root in a new generation.
The spark shall blossom, become more.
That spark shall become a thought,
That thought shall become a word,
And that word shall become an idea,
The very same idea we, and those before us, died to protect.
That idea will grow,
Unbound by the constrains of humanity,
And in that we shall be granted new life?
Every man, woman and child who died
Daring to believe in a better world;
A world where none suffer, are persecuted or victimized,
A world of freedom, of love,
And of life.
Wipe off the dust
As you take down the book
Open the cover
And take a good look
Here's a photo of you
When you were a boy
The world was your oyster
The Earth was your toy
Here's your best buddy, Tom,
Haven't seen him in a while,
Even when you were down
He could still make you smile
Here's one of the girl
On whom you had a crush
Every time she looked at you
Your brain turned to mush
Turn every page
And recall every
Long-forgotten face
Every distant memory
Cradle the book
With its cover so cracked
Smile at the faces
And watch them smile back
Here's the kid whom was always ill
What was his name? Oscar? Ellis?
Apparently he's come down with a case of
Here's Mikey Jarvis
Who always skipped school
Who thought himself
"Well 'ard" and "well cool"
Remember year 8
When he tried his first crime?
Woolie's became state banks
And now he's doing time
Here's Fred and Jacob
Who always called you bent
Well, now things have changed
That's the way that they went
Here they all are
Kids of every shape and size
Lining up like in a schoolyard
In front of your eyes
Should you try and find them?
They've all moved on
One by one,
They've flickered and gone
Close the old book
And put it to bed
Back on the shelf
But still in your head
That was your old life
But this is your new
They've all moved on but
So have you.
As you take down the book
Open the cover
And take a good look
Here's a photo of you
When you were a boy
The world was your oyster
The Earth was your toy
Here's your best buddy, Tom,
Haven't seen him in a while,
Even when you were down
He could still make you smile
Here's one of the girl
On whom you had a crush
Every time she looked at you
Your brain turned to mush
Turn every page
And recall every
Long-forgotten face
Every distant memory
Cradle the book
With its cover so cracked
Smile at the faces
And watch them smile back
Here's the kid whom was always ill
What was his name? Oscar? Ellis?
Apparently he's come down with a case of
Here's Mikey Jarvis
Who always skipped school
Who thought himself
"Well 'ard" and "well cool"
Remember year 8
When he tried his first crime?
Woolie's became state banks
And now he's doing time
Here's Fred and Jacob
Who always called you bent
Well, now things have changed
That's the way that they went
Here they all are
Kids of every shape and size
Lining up like in a schoolyard
In front of your eyes
Should you try and find them?
They've all moved on
One by one,
They've flickered and gone
Close the old book
And put it to bed
Back on the shelf
But still in your head
That was your old life
But this is your new
They've all moved on but
So have you.
The road calls to my heart
My feet answer.
For what seems an age,
I traverse the broken, country roads,
Singing to the skies,
The fading light my only companion.
The rain dances on my skin,
Soaking me to the bone,
But I am unaware.
For that fleeting time,
I am the road,
And the road is me.
For how long I am gone,
I cannot say.
What I do know, however,
Is that, when the road beckons again,
Sings its sweet song and grips my heart
I will answer the call.
The wanderlust will flare and I will follow.
My feet answer.
For what seems an age,
I traverse the broken, country roads,
Singing to the skies,
The fading light my only companion.
The rain dances on my skin,
Soaking me to the bone,
But I am unaware.
For that fleeting time,
I am the road,
And the road is me.
For how long I am gone,
I cannot say.
What I do know, however,
Is that, when the road beckons again,
Sings its sweet song and grips my heart
I will answer the call.
The wanderlust will flare and I will follow.
When the world heads inside,
I go outdoors.
I laugh as the cascading silver droplets
Sparkle in the wind, currents of the world.
I cannot see why they huddle away,
Hide under coats and hats and umbrellas,
Rather than rejoicing in the simple fact that
We are alive.
When all others are indoors,
I race the lightning across the sky.
It's like I am the only one left.
The world is mine.
So as you sit around your fire,
With a mug of hot chocolate or another drink,
I am splashing in all the puddles of the world.
After all,
Life isn't about hiding from the thunder-
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
I go outdoors.
I laugh as the cascading silver droplets
Sparkle in the wind, currents of the world.
I cannot see why they huddle away,
Hide under coats and hats and umbrellas,
Rather than rejoicing in the simple fact that
We are alive.
When all others are indoors,
I race the lightning across the sky.
It's like I am the only one left.
The world is mine.
So as you sit around your fire,
With a mug of hot chocolate or another drink,
I am splashing in all the puddles of the world.
After all,
Life isn't about hiding from the thunder-
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
There was a girl I knew
her face is shrouded with the years gone by.
We were two, yet one in all that we did
Closer than lovers, almost one flesh.
We had our fights, but who didn't?
And in the end, that never mattered.
We were still us, and us meant together, forever.
What fools we were,
To think that childhood friendships could sway the hearts of men grown cold to such love.
We were dragged apart, from the home we knew, from the life we had.
One flesh became two,
And joy became sadness.
I cried myself to sleep on one end of the world, whilst she? who can say?
I hope she felt the same, but I could never tell.
Sunrise for me was sunset for her.
Too different, too difficult to meet or call,
And eventually the calls stopped altogether.
We wrote letters,
But the ink dried up and all I could wonder was,
'Does she even remember me?'
Although I am an old, old woman now,
The memory of that girl and me will live on,
still both hurts and heals my heart.
Who is she now?
Who am I, for having known her, but having lived without her for such a long time?
These questions lie unanswered and, I fear, shall never be.
Perhaps she is married. Perhaps she has children. Grandchildren.
Perhaps she lives alone, never found the one.
Perhaps she remembers as I do, with silent tears and half-faded memories,
Faceless behind the glass,
Lifeless,
Still as we were, as girls on that aged green in summer,
When bones were strong and hearts were whole,
All those years ago.
Who can say?
Not I.
I have lived my life unknowing, and it shall end so.
It is far too late, far too late to search now, for I am old, so old, and my bones are not what they were.
My mind wanes, but what I was then I remain still,
That little girl on the green,
In that summer long ago.
her face is shrouded with the years gone by.
We were two, yet one in all that we did
Closer than lovers, almost one flesh.
We had our fights, but who didn't?
And in the end, that never mattered.
We were still us, and us meant together, forever.
What fools we were,
To think that childhood friendships could sway the hearts of men grown cold to such love.
We were dragged apart, from the home we knew, from the life we had.
One flesh became two,
And joy became sadness.
I cried myself to sleep on one end of the world, whilst she? who can say?
I hope she felt the same, but I could never tell.
Sunrise for me was sunset for her.
Too different, too difficult to meet or call,
And eventually the calls stopped altogether.
We wrote letters,
But the ink dried up and all I could wonder was,
'Does she even remember me?'
Although I am an old, old woman now,
The memory of that girl and me will live on,
still both hurts and heals my heart.
Who is she now?
Who am I, for having known her, but having lived without her for such a long time?
These questions lie unanswered and, I fear, shall never be.
Perhaps she is married. Perhaps she has children. Grandchildren.
Perhaps she lives alone, never found the one.
Perhaps she remembers as I do, with silent tears and half-faded memories,
Faceless behind the glass,
Lifeless,
Still as we were, as girls on that aged green in summer,
When bones were strong and hearts were whole,
All those years ago.
Who can say?
Not I.
I have lived my life unknowing, and it shall end so.
It is far too late, far too late to search now, for I am old, so old, and my bones are not what they were.
My mind wanes, but what I was then I remain still,
That little girl on the green,
In that summer long ago.
My original fiction archive: www.fictionpress.com/~Lexodus
I also draw in a manga-esque style, but the only ones of note are much bigger than my scanner (I tend to draw out scenes, i.e a big battle with a crowd of people holed up in a fortress, a band performing live, etc.) and therefore I cannot show them. I am proud of them though. (^^)
Well, you can see any of my crappy drawings and stuff on Deviantart.
http://lovableranger.deviantart.com/
http://lovableranger.deviantart.com/
I was drawing a cool scene I'd thought up, and the character turned out to be Airman Jones. I didn't intend it that way at first, but once it happened I rolled with it.
[http://img9.imageshack.us/i/airshipsurfing.png/]
I might write a short story based on this picture at some point.
I might write a short story based on this picture at some point.
Very nice. Now, you remember what I said about creating space by desaturating as objects go back in space? Try doing that and adding some blue as those airships go back into the space and see what that does. It's called atmospheric perspective.Zemalac said:I was drawing a cool scene I'd thought up, and the character turned out to be Airman Jones. I didn't intend it that way at first, but once it happened I rolled with it.
[http://img9.imageshack.us/i/airshipsurfing.png/]
I might write a short story based on this picture at some point.
Here's my most recent Creature of the Week, I'm not too happy with it, but I guess it's finished.
Dude! It's a bear with a frickin' tree on it's back! That thing's awesome!Fightgarr said:Very nice. Now, you remember what I said about creating space by desaturating as objects go back in space? Try doing that and adding some blue as those airships go back into the space and see what that does. It's called atmospheric perspective.Zemalac said:I was drawing a cool scene I'd thought up, and the character turned out to be Airman Jones. I didn't intend it that way at first, but once it happened I rolled with it.
[http://img9.imageshack.us/i/airshipsurfing.png/]
I might write a short story based on this picture at some point.
Here's my most recent Creature of the Week, I'm not too happy with it, but I guess it's finished.
Also: I'll try that, see how it looks. Thanks for the advice.
Zemalac said:
Thanks guys. I always appreciate people taking the time out of their day just for this. It keeps me posting this stuff and it lets me know I need to keep drawing. I hope I'll show some improvement with my new tablet, but tools ain't everything.Swollen Goat said:
I know, I know; it's completely OOC and not a very polished piece by any means.
But I was bored. So there it is.
Sorry for taking me so long to respond; Yes. It's from Mass Effect 2.sky14kemea said:
And I can see if the joke was somewhat lost if you're not acquainted with it. (Though the gag itself was rather poor, anyway)
I see this place is still going string...
I do apologize, guys, but I just haven't had the willpower to do anything worthwhile in months. My current situation is taking a VERY major toll on everything I've got, and I can barely string two thoughts together, let alone two lines...
I do apologize, guys, but I just haven't had the willpower to do anything worthwhile in months. My current situation is taking a VERY major toll on everything I've got, and I can barely string two thoughts together, let alone two lines...
