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Getting to know meBasic Info:
- Name: Ver
- Age: 14 2/3 years old
- Birthday: October 18th
- Gender: tomboyish female?
- Ethnicity (spellfail): mexican, puerto rican, and dominican
- Occupancy: Part time student, full time artist and babysitter
- School grade: sophmore in highschool
- Relationship Status: taken
Info about me:
- Favorite color: blue
- Favorite pastime: drawing, reading, listening to music, writing, Skyping
- Favorite season: spring and summer
- Career in the future: vetinary medicine or biology
Description of myself:
- I have long medium to dark bronw hair. My eyes are a very dark brown. I wear glasses, most of the time. I am four foot eleven or five foot. I weigh ninety-one pounds. I have a short temper but very nice, as long as you don't piss me off.
Life of a Rogue"GET BACK HERE YOU THIEF!"
I ran with a meatball sandwich in my mouth. A human man about the age of 20 chased after me, for a short period of time. But he eventually got tired and I claimed the sandwich mine with victory. I run through allies till I reach what I call home. Central Park, best place in all of New York. I run swiftly past couples of romantic humans kissing and speaking in this sappy goo goo baby talk, humans with their young, and humans with their dogs. I look at those dogs on leashes and compared them to me. There are alot of differences.
I'm a mixed breed, low percentage wolf, who is also a stray. My name is Rogue, I wear a forest green bandana around my neck and I'm a thief. I have a long scar on my muzzle from . . . Uh-oh animal control. I down the sandwich and throw myself in the nearest bush. They didn't see me, but they had a yowling tabby, tom-cat called Chief in a carrier case. I felt bad for him, so ran out of the bush and howled like a rabid, well, dog. They tu
LonelyI sit on my bed leaning towards the computer screen, scrolling through every comment, every note. I sigh, there was nothing that caught my eye. There was only comments saying thanks for the faves or thanks for the watch and stuff from friends. I stare at my message page with hatred.
"Is that really all you have for me" I murmur. The screen gave no answer, so whispered swear words at it as I cleaned out my messages. Once it was emptied and jammed my blue earbuds in my ears and began listening to my favourite songs to pull me out of my shadowy mood. I refreshed the page only to disappoint myself. Officially in a dark mood, I scowled at the computer screen which showed my personality written all over it. My music, art, choice of background, and everything else screamed me.
I turned off the music and switched my earbuds into my handy-dandy I-pod touch. I refreshed the page one last time, my heart raced, hoping for what I wanted to show. Empty, fuck you deviantART mess
Chapter twoI slowly wake up realizing the sun leaking through my curtains, even though they were closed. I yawned and looked at the time, 9:37 AM. Athena, my dog, sat by the door waiting for me to wake up, she did that every morning. I had named my Collie Athena because of how intelligent she was. I had gotten her from the humane society where I volunteered.
“So eager every morning, Athena” I say with a smile, she wags at the sound of her name. Shaking my head with a light laugh, I slip on the light blue slippers that were under my bed. She slightly moves out the way as I walk towards the door, I grab the nob and turned it. Athena dashes to the door and heads to the kitchen, I roll my eyes and take a sniff in the air. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice were this morning’s aromas. As I walk to the kitchen I hear my mom walk out the backdoor. I shrug my shoulders and continue on walking, Athena runs back to me with a piece of bacon in her mouth. I enter the kitchen to the sig
chapter 1She sat in a small room that contained white walls with free styled art painted on some parts of the wall. In the room, there was a dark chocolate wooded bed frame with a black comforter, black pillow, and black fleece, all with white polka dots. Next to the bed was a nightstand, which had a black digital alarm clock, a Nintendo DS, and a Kindle Fire. In the shelf, there were a few books and some chargers, which had formed a tangled mess of wires. Inside the drawer were mechanical pencils and erasers and lead, and most importantly, her sketchbook. Next to the nightstand was a bookcase, it had some more books and contained movies on the shelves as well. The book case was a three shelf dark chocolate wood shelf, it was the same color as all the furniture in the room. At the foot of the bed was her desk. On her desk was a desk lamp and pencil cup. Above the desk on the wall was a calendar with blue, green, and red markings on quite a few days on the month. Inside h
examining the worldI lay here on my back, on the couch. I'm laying here viewing the apartment that I live in with a different perspective. The wall has a long crack and and a slight bump. Huh, i never noticed that there before.
As I lay here and look around, I think of my life. What has happened to me, the good and the bad, and how they shaped my life. I can't help but to frown but smile too. They made me who I am. As much as I am self-consious and feel ugly, I love my personality. I love that I have friends like, being a tomboy, all the things I love, being an artist and a musician.
After thinking about the loves, I think about the hates. Boy, that list is long. I hated the man that ruined my childhood and is trying to ruin my life, I hate the misery my first crush put me through, arachnids (god they make me shudder in terror), and so much more.
Sometimes I'm angry, frustrated, hurt, conflicted, emotional, but I'm also excited, joyful, surprised, and happy in general. As much as I would hate life, I lov
A Different Sense of RealityReality: The state of being real,
Real: actual, true, genuine
What is real and what is unreal? Where does reality end and fantasy begin? These two realms of real and unreal, reality and fantasy, are not divided but intermingled.
Tell me; when you read a story, a work of fiction, that engages you and makes you feel happy, thrilled, angry or sad are those feelings unreal or real?
When a character in said story dies, are you not saddened?
When injustice is done and the villain reigns are you angered?
So now tell me; does said story cease to be fantasy or does it forever stay within the realm of the unreal?
I say these characters and these worlds that are dubbed as fantasy become just as real to us as the very chair you are seated in right now.
I say reality is subjective, reality is what we make it.
I also say; I live in more than just one reality.
SunriseThere was a magnificent sunrise this morning, but I was too busy to enjoy it. I turned away and became preoccupied with other things. I thought about that sunrise a few moments ago, and I realize I lost an opportunity for worship this morning.
In the midst of the busyness and stresses of our days, there are patches of beauty all around us, glimpses of God's goodness that we catch here and there along the way. These are the places in the walls of the universe where heaven is breaking through-if only we will take the time to stop and to reflect upon God's love for us.
What if Moses had taken only a fleeting glance at the bush that was burning but "was not consumed"? (Ex. 3:2). What if he had ignored it and hurried on to other things? (He had those sheep to take care of, and important work to do.) He would have missed an epic, life changing encounter with the living God.
Sometimes in life we must hurry. But overall, life should be less hurrying and more noticing. Life is the present. Life
VillainsVillains are generally considered evil or bad. They challenge the status quo, upset the way things are, and don’t seem to care about rules or laws. Not all villains are alike though. Not all of them are wanton killers or trying to end the world.
Take Mega-Mind for example. He was pushed into the role of villain, he didn’t actually hurt anyone, and all he really wanted was recognition. And Dr. Horrible? All he wanted was to change the world, overhaul the system and rule with his love by his side. Unfortunately, in a show down with his nemesis Captain Hammer, his Death Ray broke, and exploded when Captain Hammer tried to Kill Dr. Horrible with his own gun. It killed the love of Dr. Horrible’s love instead.
There are many movies and books about “heros” who are less likeable than some of the villains they face. They are arrogant, rude and obnoxious. One of the most applauded “Villains” of all time is Robin Hood. He broke laws and upset the st
Who are you?Honestly, this is hardest piece of writing I've ever had to do. I don't know who I am.
The only thing that I know for sure is that I'm a person. I don't like to define myself, because I don't think it gives room for growth. I don't like to say that I'm someone who is something, nor do I like to pretend that I am something that I truly am not.
I'm the type of person who wants to help other people, helping in whatever capacity I can help in. But at the same time I expect to be this way all the time, so whenever I make a mistake, I fall into my own trap - the trap that I set.
Imagine you are a hunter in the woods and you set your traps in order to catch an animal. Its like seeing a deer almost step into your trap, and you, so eager to catch it, step into the trap before the deer can step into it. The deer then runs away, never to be seen again while you are left sitting and wondering what could have been.
The truth is, I know that I know one thing that I am a human being and full of mista
Alexander the FakeEver heard of Alexander the Great?
Do you believe he is real, that he existed and did all things we have been told he did? Of course you do. It is in our history books, so it must've really happened.
Alexander the Great ruled in the 300's BC. We know a great deal about him based on written documents giving us historical accounts of his life and deeds. Did you know though, that the only surviving documents of these historical accounts were written 300 or more years after Alexander the Great lived? Yet we trust these documents and the older sources they cite, even though we do not have those older sources available to confirm what is written.
Now what about Jesus? I know many people who do not believe He existed. Yet we have historical documents, both those of the Bible and those unrelated to the Bible that give us accounts of Jesus.
The Biblical documents were written as early as 30 years after the death of Jesus! And non-Bi
Raw hopeThis is raw hope. This isn't structure, this isn't style. This is "universe looking itself through new eyes" - through eyes that are trying to solve a problem, to learn a lessson. This is pure hope, this is believing in future, beliveing that this has a purpose.
This is something that I would delete, throw away, regret. I've written a few; now deleted. I've told myself that I won't delete it. I have deleted them. This is life, this is an attempt to jump into the flow, and in the end think that it was a pretty good ride. This is a permission slip. This is an untamed dream. Of a possiblity.
Not a dream of writing, but possibly. This is a message that says: i'm somewhere. I exist. I want to make you aware of it, I want to see, to feel, to create. I want to be the universe looking itself through new eyes and think to itself that it's okay. That it's allowed. This message is a open-handed invitation to life, hope and dreams.
I have a lot of personalities. I would like to write about them. I
Rules $, $$, $$$, $$$$, $$$$$Eighty-five people should not have the wealth of half the world.
When one works hundreds of times longer,
Hundreds of times harder,
Hundreds of times more-
One should not earn hundreds of times less.
Those with billions should not complain when a single dollar under their boot threatens to part with them,
As those with only a single dollar could earn billions, and not complain.
If one is to complain, make it something worth complaining about;
One person with one billion dollars can really be worth nothing at all.
And when you look at your system of government, and living;
When you discover that money makes your laws;
When you learn that government lures your leaders away from the truth;
When you realize how much a single shred of green can paint a country
It should dawn on you that the rest of the world has been bowing to a fal$e god.
On Nazism and Socialism - Practice vs TheoryGreetings, comrades of the CPDA!
I recently stumbled upon this piece of supreme idiocy whilst randomly browsing DA:
Once I put my mind back together after witnessing such extreme ignorance regarding history, politics, economy and general knowledge, I decided to write something in response to it.
Nazi Germany was a state within central Europe which existed between 1933 and 1945, and ended up starting World War II, or “The Great Patriotic War”, as known to the Russians. Nazi Germany was ruled by Adolf Hitler, and his party, the National Socialist German Worker’s party (NSDAP, “Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei”). The war the Fascists brought upon the world resulted in the deaths of 50 million people, at the lowest estimates, and 110 million, at the highest.
Many historians argue over what ideology Nazi Germany followed, since they are cl
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