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Struggling,
Climbing,
The toils of ambition laid bare
Grunting,
Sweating,
Obstacles so daunting and unfair
Tiring,
Grueling,
Will efforts be rewarded or ignored?
Exhausting,
Unnerving,
A zenith drawing closer even more
My love for art will ever spur me on
To strive for greater power not yet gone
The table's spoils linger ever still;
The thoughts of gain and splendor give me chills
Enthralled by my own quest for fame and wealth
I climb this wall, in spite of my own health
I hear the call; I bask in all the sounds;
To fall would set me back by leaps and bounds
I only want to gaze beyond this wall;
This strong, robust, foreboding emerald wall.
Climbing,
The toils of ambition laid bare
Grunting,
Sweating,
Obstacles so daunting and unfair
Tiring,
Grueling,
Will efforts be rewarded or ignored?
Exhausting,
Unnerving,
A zenith drawing closer even more
My love for art will ever spur me on
To strive for greater power not yet gone
The table's spoils linger ever still;
The thoughts of gain and splendor give me chills
Enthralled by my own quest for fame and wealth
I climb this wall, in spite of my own health
I hear the call; I bask in all the sounds;
To fall would set me back by leaps and bounds
I only want to gaze beyond this wall;
This strong, robust, foreboding emerald wall.
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Sapphire Nuzlocke: Turn of the Tides - Prologue
I was sitting down at the edge of the moving truck, head resting on my arms as I watched some of my stuff being brought out of my old home. Moving day, I sighed to myself when my mother was just finishing her conversation with the official about moving out. She didn't want to move more like I did but we have to so she can be closer to her work. She could work from home, but she wanted the job so badly, even though that it was on the same region that dad was on. We don't talk about dad much, reason? Messy divorce, don't want to go to details of why, but by witnessing it, it was a hell of a mess for both of them. Mom swore that she didn't wan
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People.
There are all kinds of people in the world,
People to be loved, and people to be hated.
Some people cause fear and distrust among others around them.
Some people make people flock around them like sheep, leading them.
People can even get close to you, and develop bonds.
Sometimes these bonds can grow, and flourish, leading to great friendships.
These powerful, sometimes everlasting bonds, these friends, can be the hardest thing to shake, and even harder to cease.
On the rare occasions these bonds, these binding chains, are shaken, even shattered, It can scar a person.
A scarring that will leave them weak, sad and afraid. Afraid to bre
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Nuzlocke Chapter 1
"pid! gey! pidgey!"
Trinity wakes with a scowl on her face as her pidgey alarm clock sounds. She never liked pidgeys, but she keeps it anyway. She slams the snooze button and rolls over for more sleep. Her spirits suddenly lift a bit as she realizes what today is: her 14th birthday. She immediately stands up and starts changing into her favourite pink shirt and baggy jeans. She recalls why exactly she would be receiving her Pokemon
A few years back, a couple months after a terrible tragety occured in her family, Professor Oak promised her a pokemon of her very own in an attempt to lift her spirits:
"no. I will not have her owning a pokemon
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Alright, time to confess; I'm intimidated by the other artists on this site; the amount of praises they've received, the struggles they've endured to get to where they are now, and just how much life may have affected them to temper their disposition towards others. As much as they are nice towards others, I feel like the black sheep of the bunch; never having the skills in drawing they have, or understanding who they are because I'm too timid (in fact, I intend to make a journal explaining who I am as a person somewhere down the line). I also have little trust towards others, and myself, and as much as I would like to care, sometimes, life still lingers over my head, reminding me that most people are as disgruntled with life as I've become.
The medium in which I work is now overlooked in this age of instant self-gratification and streamlined media, as well as the fact most people just wanna 'look at the shinies'. I've become a victim of the former in that I do not read stories as often as you might suspect me to, seeing as I'm a writer and all (just in case anyone wanted to ask about that, which I'm fairly certain some would). I'm more interested in the shinies than I am reading a book (also doesn't help that I have Attention Deficit Disorder, ) Writing takes a considerable amount of time and effort to really think about, refine, and polish, as much as it does for some to actually read, and again, as stated before, I and most others most likely will just sit around, playing the PS3, or going off to view and/or commission works from their favorite artists.
Nevertheless, I will continue to refine my art and become a better writer, not just for my own sake, but for the reading pleasures of others. Hopefully, in the future, I may be better acquainted with the people I respect. I would really like to get to know them and see what motivates them. I want to know so much more...
Until then, enjoy.
--Enigma, The Muse
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I know exactly how you feel, I'm also incredibly intimidated by other writers here on deviantart But what's good is that of course over the years you're going to continue to improve and improve and you'll make it to that level! I know you will