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Kim TakashiTaka-san AKA Kim Takashi
Age: 19 Sex: Female Race: Asian-American
Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue-Green
Height: 5'9" Weight: 110#
Bust: 36c Waist: 28" Hips: 30"
Kim is a member of the Phoenix League as a Souledger. She is the Alpha-Female of the League and through her all other Souledger's receive their orders. She is the fourth generation of her family to be chosen as a souledger, having been trained all of her life for this task. She is trained as a Samurai and in the Martial arts of Jujitsu. Her weapons are the Katana and Wakizashi. Both are family heirlooms and have been used by all other souledger's from her family. She is bound by family honor to keep them both safe or she will lose her honor. And being exiled and hunted by other family members and will also loose her special abilities. She is Jeramius's second in command and closest friend. She is also hoping that one day she and Jeramius will be married, because their child will also be a souledger. Like all other Souledger's she lives
My eyes are a road, which I can't walk on.
The blood is choking my brain, but the heart goes.
Ears are my sight, music has a face.
Touch is a search, and embrace is acknowledgement.
The feet are my fist, it always leaves a trail.
Pain is unknown, it's never been felted.
Lungs are respect, give and receive you have to breath sometime.
Fear is something, something is just a word.
My hand is a spine, always there for support.
Taste is bliss, you always want more then is.
Tears are reminders, scars are the pictures.
Fingers is a song, play the right rhythm.
The heart is the skin, it's not that deep.
The sprit is a guide, the devil is card.
Life is blood, it covers the earth.
The mind is gateway, you're the key.
I am, therefore I am.
Profile RhythmRhythm Profile. By Blake Hammond
Age: appears 18 but she actually over 8o years of age. Sex: Female Race: Elite Darkone
Hair: Jet black Eyes: light brown
Height: 5'9" Weight: 118lb
Bust: 38c Waist: 30" Hips: 32"
Nationality: German-Italiano. Date of birth: 1921. Age: Due to Darkone she can not age physical, she appears 18 of age; this is when she made the pact with Satan in 1939. Family: Father, he was German an officer captain of World War I. Deceased. Mother, was a Southern Italian that when to Germany with the father while WWI was going to end. Deceased
This deadly elite Darkone, a former human is one of the very few that went against Satan to take over, failed, and lives. During her time in hell; she was able to raise an army over a thousand of Satan's own hell spawn against him to achieve control of Hell. But unfortunately for her they were wipeout in a manner of minutes, and later she was tortured by being eaten alive, violated, broken every bone, then cast her out of
Topic: Anime conventionsTopic: anime convention like youmacon, and how they grew and popularized.
During throughout the mid 7os and early 2ooos, a now days popularize that is now anime phenomena. Anime is a Japanese style of motion-picture animation, characterized by highly stylized, colorful art, futuristic settings, violence, and sexuality. Even though conventions are in the norm in American for the past sum of 24 years; anime convention takes a whole new light of culture and more or less, entertainment with a slice of a growing business.
Before we can talk about an anime convention, we must first share a moment to understand Anime itself.
As state above, anime is a style used in animation and highly stylize. But this statement doesn't tell you Anime's achievements and its vast history, and its effects on consumers and beyond.
Anime can be found even back during the 7os and the funny thing it; during that time most that watches these Animes without even knowing it exists, as in speed racer, ghost in the she
Absence of everything
How much Can you bear?
How little you could hold in, all the hatred of the bitter sorrows in everlasting heart of all good men.
Is this your meaning of to be whole? To be of anguish nature, as the hands of this heart dig deeply into our souls then imbibe all life around.
How far could you go, with such fog thoughts and curse all that stand in you way. Can't you reroute instead of bear arms if tooth and dagger? Rather than act blindly with such loathing your ground you walk.
Much have been done, from all side in our worlds. I cast all of these you bear in my world. For all that it ever was, is nothingness, the face of vile.
To I, You don't exist nor will ever antedate. For can't bear existence, you have too much odium.
In my world of hearts in heart. To all that bear this common revulsion, what existence do yer have, other then nothing?
From your heart towards me; it speaks in different tones and changes in sight. Yet their thoughts are the same even when it may be in vain. Why changes your routes, even in vain? Scar your heart for these pleasures are calling you, to be among them as the others have. Oh how they run to be in vain, to act if king, yet they're runaways. Simple beats you've made are still the same, yet see how far you made them. How farther you travel down this route, these simple beats can't made to be simple. Too hard and pound against these beats, how far are you willing to travel at this rate? In your irreverence flow, simple beats just won't do. Yet your route is full of cracks and breaks in bridal steps? Until these beats fades down; faded out from your ears of daft melody which been marked across your chest in decay. I ask your heart this: "To one that beats, why don't you beat in your chest anymore? Are you no longer pleased where you once were? The body you've left behind i
First of all, it was an April day, an exceptional month. Where life is brimming, when pasts of the earth are enrich with the flower's of spring, but yet the chill of winter's tips on our lips. When heat is billion years away, still holds close to one another for the warmth. Wanting ours fire's of July in our skies, and the food to give. An enjoyable time we want. October the month when the monsters real or fake show amid in the human's world. It's more easier to be yourself, when your wearing a mask that is. No one knows your true nature. As they say, I can't wait for September! A fun filled month from the oddest ways, when your flower is still rising towards the sun, and toward the moon as well. When the cold air softly touching your cheeks slowly, almost like soft skin of a finger tip. On a moon filled night, when the night was
Meeting Lyla Part 7 Meeting Lyla~
After a couple of knocks the door opens and Sam steps halfway through the door way. Lyla sits up and closes her robe still blushing. "How's he doing?" Lyla turns her head towards him and Blake lifts his head up some to see Sam. "He's still weak, but he'll be ok after some rest." She replies Sam grin before she replies. "You mean TLC don't you." Lyla turn her head away hide her smile and deep red cheeks. Blake smile then waves toward Sam to enter fully and once Sam reaches the end of the bed Blake asks. "I thought Souledger's couldn't get hurt and I've never felt pain like this before." Sam shakes his head. "Not true. If a Souledger can die then they can also fell pain if they've been wounded deep enough." Blake give him a sarcastic glance. "Now you tell me? Thanks a lot." He smiles weakly then his head flops on the pil
Meeting Lyla part 6Meeting Lyla~
The door opens and smiling Samual reaches to help Blake as he stumbles through the doorway. "Are you ok?" Sam asks. "Yeah just tired." Blake answers. "Who's she?" Sam asks "A friend." Blake answers. he lays Lyla on the couch and slowly make his way to a chair but falls to the floor before he reaches it. He awakes to the fell of a cold damp cloth on his forehead and soft lips on his cheeks. His eyes open and slowly they become clear enough to see Lyla sitting beside him to his left. Her bright blue eyes sparkling and red full lips smiling softly. "Good morning hero or should I say good afternoon." She says. he tries to talk but his throat dry and only cough instead. She reaches for a cup that sits on the table beside the bed he lays in. "Here drink this. Sam said it'll help you feel better." slowly he drinks all of the warm liquid and then licks his lips "What... What happened?" He asks. With concern in her eyes she answers. "You passed out on the floor after you put me on
Fly little childChild of air and light
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
I am a turtleI am a turtle
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell me
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
Mean StreetsHe walks the streets from day to night,
surviving the chaos that looms left to right.
Small children cry to him for his sack lunch,
and he cries too while they solemnly munch.
Every corner bringing a new reason to hide,
and fear the laws he knows he must abide.
Surrounded by frustration, agony and decay,
and people who don't deserve to live this way.
He walks to get work he know he won't find,
every day is a journey to the unemployment line.
Each man standing from the front to the back,
all don their own form of veterans cap.
They have fought for their country and end up here,
broken and defeated and determined to persevere.
The dirt and the filth is what its all come down to,
and he wonders if he'll ever get through...
He bows his head and mouths a silent prayer,
in hopes that someone above will wake up and care.
He longs to wake up to a world filled with green,
where the streets are not darkened and mean.
He longs to see past the blackened smoke stacks,
past the dying children and
A Noble WarHow noble and proud the government's must be,
to stick to there principles as the innocents flee.
How stedfast and honourable dispite the misery they cause,
to see such suffering yet carry on without pause.
How brave and courageous as there missiles fly,
to stick to there guns as children die.
How righteous and happy there ghosts must be,
to haunt the rubble in there land's of the free.
EpitaphWhen you're psychologically unstable
You need somebody there who can help you turn the tables
And who is able to hold on when you feel like letting go
When you think you could disappear and noone would even know
I was alone and in the shadows
Tracing scars and making cuts
Trying to live, but all for what?
I don't want others to ever feel the same
I want them to find comfort when they see my name
You may not think so but I believe I could save a lot of lives
I'm a victim of self harming and guess what - I survived.
I had no purpose, felt no end
My lonliness was my best friend
For years I fought and mostly lost
Sometimes I'd win, but at such cost
It's cliche`, I'll be the first to admit it
But I want to help
That's why I submitted
This is the something that means everything if I could make you understand
I just want to be the person who reaches back into the blackness for another victims hand
I don't want the money, the subscribers or the fame
I just want c
AbuseIs this even friendship?
I have no cuts and scars to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
I have no bruises or broken bones to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
But I can assure you
the cuts and scars and bruises are within.
Secrets are hidden from me
Lies are told to me
But is there any love for me?
My energy is being drained
My mind is being played with
My emotions are just a game
I am being manipulated.
It's been going on for too long
My anxiety and depression gets the best of me
That I often get abdominal pains.
I may not be hurting on the outside
But it hurts very much inside.
As I am hurting, my love for this friend of mine slowly
Is this emotional abuse?
the colorblind artist.My reasons are all metaphors
That rhyme is not a part of
And it becomes difficult to put
Myself at peace
With the puzzle that I am a part of
Because each notion becomes
Like a simile as each sensible choice
Becomes like an analogy
When everything I see becomes
A proverbial verse of insight for
The blind man scared of the dark
And my moments of clarity are
The trees seen before the forest
That are used to ink down my
Last sane thoughts
Under a sky which we reach for
In hopes of shining as bright as
Them when in truth,
They have already burnt out
It the thing that drives us as human, the very thing we promise ourselves.
Love comes in different forms of the beholder. The essence progress. The gain of reason. Hell, even a poison to fancy.
But what you see here, an awkward man. For very the thing that he loved most, the place that kept him safe. Is now fading away into the forgotten past as many.
Dying inside, but longing for the light that he calls friend. All he sees in this place are soon to be books of blank pages.
He bites his finger, the pen is ready.
Love hasn't brought this man to darkness.
It drives him, to a path he must make. Life and love go hand in hand.
So does birth.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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