There once was a man from Roshan,
Who's wife partook in a lovely Dram,
But they went to the bar,
And she fell from his car,
And all he could muster was a "Damn!"
There once was a man from the street of Cork,
Who begged night and day only for pork.
Once he sat on a chair,
And felt a pain in his pair.
A boy said, "Sir you sat on my spork!"
There once was a man down by the fair,
Where the women had the face of the mare.
But the whiskey was cheap,
He returned to his keep,
The fair mare women? He brought a pair.
A Celtic woman, her red hair fair.
Her soft bright face, a man couldn't bear.
But put her on a stool,
And she'll take y
We all live by our own accord. No one can deny us our existence; we are here and here we will stay. We will not be swayed by others; our beings will not falter. Friend or foe, hero or villain, it matters only to our soul. Some of us will fall to the world's troubles, all will stumble, but our voices remain heard.
Truths will be broken; faults will be exploited. It is survival of the fittest. Such a cruel world can only be taken head-on. To falter in this endeavor is to die, yet hesitate and you still may live. Fate may be harsh, yet our resolution will persevere.
Strong words bring forth strong actions. Strong wills forge those words in the
I woke one morning to the sound of thunder,
Of trumpets blaring reports of the day's plunder,
Of the news that the Others we've torn asunder,
And that we were the victors.
Should we be the ones whom are on high?
And why should our monuments pierce the sky?
And why scoff at the Others and simply pass them by?
Or have them held to our laws, but stricter.
But those Others are the same as we,
They choose their path, their right to be free,
They are no different in flesh than you or me.
Let them live their lives, and not be merely abdicators.
But the Others do not abdicate their duties,
Nor do they fight for only their gain,
Nor do t
There once was a man from Roshan,
Who's wife partook in a lovely Dram,
But they went to the bar,
And she fell from his car,
And all he could muster was a "Damn!"
There once was a man from the street of Cork,
Who begged night and day only for pork.
Once he sat on a chair,
And felt a pain in his pair.
A boy said, "Sir you sat on my spork!"
There once was a man down by the fair,
Where the women had the face of the mare.
But the whiskey was cheap,
He returned to his keep,
The fair mare women? He brought a pair.
A Celtic woman, her red hair fair.
Her soft bright face, a man couldn't bear.
But put her on a stool,
And she'll take y
We all live by our own accord. No one can deny us our existence; we are here and here we will stay. We will not be swayed by others; our beings will not falter. Friend or foe, hero or villain, it matters only to our soul. Some of us will fall to the world's troubles, all will stumble, but our voices remain heard.
Truths will be broken; faults will be exploited. It is survival of the fittest. Such a cruel world can only be taken head-on. To falter in this endeavor is to die, yet hesitate and you still may live. Fate may be harsh, yet our resolution will persevere.
Strong words bring forth strong actions. Strong wills forge those words in the
I woke one morning to the sound of thunder,
Of trumpets blaring reports of the day's plunder,
Of the news that the Others we've torn asunder,
And that we were the victors.
Should we be the ones whom are on high?
And why should our monuments pierce the sky?
And why scoff at the Others and simply pass them by?
Or have them held to our laws, but stricter.
But those Others are the same as we,
They choose their path, their right to be free,
They are no different in flesh than you or me.
Let them live their lives, and not be merely abdicators.
But the Others do not abdicate their duties,
Nor do they fight for only their gain,
Nor do t
I'm using this space to broaden my writing skills. I figure I will write mostly about what I love, and what I love is bondage. To that end, this account will mostly revolve around that subject, though I may branch out eventually and post other topics as well.
Please let me know what you think of my writing and I'm always looking for critiquing!
I know this is a "chain letter" but I thought it was kinda neat, so here I go.
For the first 11 people who ask (though a comment to this journal), I will post their avatars and three thumbnails that I particularly like from their galleries below!
Here's the Catch: IF YOU ANSWER, YOU MUST DO THE SAME THING IN YOUR JOURNAL (i.e., open it up to folks), SO MAKE SURE YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO DO A JOURNAL LIKE THIS BEFORE YOU MAKE A COMMENT HERE.
Once you do a "feature journal" like this, the rules state that you have to mention the previous tagger here ----> *Strette (https://www.deviantart.com/strette)
(For example, when you start your feature journal... you'll put me as th
Okay, so after my month and a half of a "brief family issue," I have finally returned! While traveling back home, my laptop was damaged beyond repair by the airline. They forced me to gate check my laptop bag and they literally threw it onto the concrete from the gate door. Needless to say, it's taken me this long to get a new computer from them. I've been relegated to using a friend's computer to check out stuff.
The good news is that the stories I was working on were recoverable; so I'm back to writing.
Hope to upload something soon!
I've had a family issue come up (nothing bad, just unexpected!) and I had to travel about 7 hours. I haven't had a chance to proof my story yet. It's still coming don't fear!