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Thunder Song by DorianP, literature

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Thunder Song

When the thunder plays, a cello in the air conducted by a blinding flash, I look upon the land. Over rolling hills they flow, depicting deadly waves And from the very deck of life I look upon the sea. Sparks are raining down on us, the world is all ablaze Your face it burns with bliss, and thus I look upon the flames. Then I walk alone a concert-hall without a wall, ceiling fraught with turmoil I look upon the sky hear the cello in the air. Thunder, please take me along, to words unwritten and tales untold on lightning steeds I’ll ride with you all the way through rain and cold.

Her sweetest promise by DorianP, literature

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Her sweetest promise

This morning I packed my bags and called the office to quit my job. Now, everything is ready for my departure this evening but this letter. I will take the time to explain to you, my friends and family, my reason for leaving – I will not tell you where I am going, in case this falls into the wrong hands – and why you are unlikely ever to see me again. I apologize for my sudden and unannounced disappearance, but I feel the circumstances have left me no choice in this matter. I also apologize for not being a better friend, son and brother, but now is too late to change that. Whatever possessions I’m leaving behind are now propert

Aan de overkant -Dutch- by DorianP, literature

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Aan de overkant -Dutch-

“Oh, ik weet het echt niet.” Anne keek haar grote broer aarzelend aan. “Van mama mogen we de weg niet oversteken. Mama zegt dat het gevaarlijk is.” Arnoud rolde met zijn ogen. Daar was hij goed in: oefening baart kunst. “Anne, stel je niet zo aan. Je bent nog steeds een klein kind. Het is hartstikke rustig op de weg, er kan je niks gebeuren als je een beetje oplet.” “Maar mama zei… ze zei dat…” Anne, die acht jaar oud was, wist eigenlijk niet meer zo goed wat haar moeder gezegd had. Het was al lang geleden, toen ze net in Lettelbert waren komen wonen. Ze had de kinderen gewaarschuwd om n

Not about Mr. Hawkish by DorianP, literature

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Not about Mr. Hawkish

It was one o’clock in the afternoon, and Mr. J. A. Hawkish, dressed in one of his finest black suits, held his mid-day break in a coffee bar, sweating profusely. The unusual heat lasted for weeks, and the weathergirl had, with the broadest smile imaginable, already announced that next week would be exactly as nice and sunny. To Mr. Hawkish it seemed like all of the country suddenly had decided it was holiday time (even though it wasn’t) and had en masse left for the beach or, in the case of those who couldn’t afford more, the city squares, gardens, fountains and parks. Really, there wasn’t a place these days that wasn

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Frozen Sleep by DorianP, literature

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Frozen Sleep

Sitting in my room it's getting cold my thoughts are freezing numbness all over me Raising, standing looking around there is nothing only emptyness inside Walking to the window never jump, never jump everything is black nothing to look at Choices to be made fear, anguish afraid to move outside my room Confusion what to do not now let me hide Sleeping forever when will I wake I'm waiting for you Eternal silence threatens me I'll wake up without you

Mirror by DorianP, literature

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Mirror

A dark mystery strange feelings in my heart never felt that way before hurting beyond words is this love? Faint memories suddenly important I can see you it seems wrong this mindless desire And still can't stop myself looking at the mirror of what could be if you would love me Your picture is blurring don't leave me let me keep my dreams when I can't have you don't you understand? Feeling powerless weaknesses exposed what would you say if you only knew my cold pain Please tell me do you know it the way out of pain I think you do life is nothing but art We are the same break through the mirror see through the h

Released by DorianP, literature

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Released

Torn between two past and future are pulling sadness for what happened hope for what could be probably pointless I can't help it A face in my mind's eye smiling, frowning, thinking always beautiful an inspiring image I'll never let it go I challenge Fate try to stop me I'm ready to fight released at last I will accomplish my goal don't try to stop me I'll crush you if I can It's a good feeling hope is arrogant indeed

Death's Words by DorianP, literature

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Death's Words

I can read your soul towers of life collapsing fountain of youth all but dry the streets of your mind deserted protecting walls are gone the city of your soul is dying covered by old age I despise your weakness strength is in the future I shall rise now another cycle complete dancing the phoenix' dance power will be mine old man nothing lasts forever I claim you now! for my kingdom is eternal

Moment of silent thoughts by DorianP, literature

Prisoner by DorianP, literature

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Prisoner

At the center of darkness I'm tied by invisible ropes surrounded by faceless masks they're staring, gazing eyes without emotion I try to move, try to fly my wings are cut off Doom circling in the dead sky slowly descending on me fate all but sealed untie the ropes! return my wings! masks still reminding me we're playing in life's tragedy I just want my freedom cursed be the ropes how I long to run to fly again anything but the bitter cold creeping through my veins disgrace for life itself

Inner Rage by DorianP, literature

Impression - Hope by DorianP, literature

A song for Anais by DorianP, literature

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A song for Anais

A song for Anaïs The man was incredibly handsome. He had shoulder-long blond hair, curled around a face which could only belong to a true angel. He had high cheekbones and a straight nose, and most remarkable eyes: one was blue like the sky on a clear winter's day, the other so dark brown it almost seemed black. He seemed about twenty-five and wore unremarkable black clothes. "I take it you are the one called Anaïs Templar?", he asked. "Yes, I am. Why?" "Can I please talk to you?" Anaïs, rather taken aback, ran her fingers through her hair. She knew something was wrong. Her experiences with handsome men weren't that good at all. If ther

Farewell by DorianP, literature

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Farewell

Ashes of a former love blow around my face suffocation drawing near a crimson morning violently turning into crimson mourning standing on the edge watching you fall unable to act through my silent tears why do you cry? there's no reason you're losing grip still motionless I hear your screams as I gaze into the blind depths evil darkness beckons but I won't follow in your lost footsteps

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Hannigan by LostHeaven, literature

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Hannigan

"Arthur. Arthur?" Slowly, Arthur opened his eyes. The red glare of his digital clock told him it was one in the morning. Around him the room was dark and still. "Arthur? Are you awake? Did I wake you?" "Hannigan, is that you?" Sitting up, Arthur rubbed sleepies from his eyes, "What do you want?" "I was worried," Hannigan's silken voice answered from the shadows, "you were dreaming particularly sweet dreams." A pause. "Is something wrong?" Sighing, Arthur slipped out from under the bedsheets still rubbing his eyes; "Hannigan, it's one-twelve in the morning. Couldn't this have waited until I was up?" "You're up now," was th

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Ways of the Phoenix by DorianP, literature

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Ways of the Phoenix

The first time you died at the riverside, I had hoped you’d steer clear of my future But you returned with disdain of the pain of all uncomfortable games you adore. And after the grace of your loveliness was replaced by mere eloquent silence, sign of the drama approaching once more, I bravely began to discover the rules. Another theatrical suicide was the casual consequence thereof, forced by the violence that you’ve escaped by hurting yourself more than foes ever can. Not even a sigh had been audible while I searched for your soul in my sorrow So, when this sudden you opened your eyes I felt that it’d soon sta

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Vatican City
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Havana on the Waal
Favourite genre of music: Dark metal, classic rock, progrock/metal, anything folk-related, experimental, classical
Favourite photographer: The ones who make the best photos. There are quite a few of them, you know.
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: A cd player will do.
Wallpaper of choice: That "Panoramaaufnahme unserer Galaxie" thing on the ceiling of my former room
Favourite cartoon character: Garfield (almost as lazy as I am) and Dirk Jan
Personal Quote: You know all roses should be white.

Favourite Visual Artist

Beksinski, Turner, Goya

Favourite Movies

Spirited Away, Das Boot, Trois Couleurs, Pan's Labyrinth, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Gathering-Moonsorrow-Comus-Katatonia-Ulver-Anathema-Virgin Black-Agalloch-Bach-Madrugada-Arkona

Favourite Writers

At the moment Nietzsche, Lovecraft and Gibran.

Favourite Games

Good old Heroes II, even better older Genghis Khan II.

Tools of the Trade

A top of the line computer, and unfortunately my own head.

Other Interests

music, reading, writing, history, nature, dreaming, other people, talking away into the night

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DorianP

Jan 15, 2008

We need You!

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First of all, I'm sorry I've been away for so long. I've got deviations in my list that are as old as July 2007, and I'm very ashamed I haven't commented on them yet. And the longer this list grows, the smaller the chance I'll ever get to check them out. Ok, so I've been ill for months, and I'm quite busy, but those are no excuses at all. Sure, I have also written very little as of late; every time I try it turns out bad. For some reason I can't "surpass" Ways of the Phoenix, which I already wrote half a year ago or so. It's not that there's little to write about, there's plenty as always. So, I'll try to comment and write more. Try, mind y

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DorianP

Sep 4, 2007

Returning to normal life

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Last week I came back again, head high in the clouds. My holiday in Ireland was way beyond amazing, and I'd virtually kill to be there again. I saw so much beauty of all kinds, and I found the happiness again I'd been looking for so long. It feels like an important turning point in my life. I will post some interesting pictures soon, and you're of course all most welcome to comment. I do not pretend that my photos come even close to those of the really good photographers among us, but when I look around on DA I'm under the impression that they're good enough to be posted here (or at least not worse than some others). Starting psychology nex

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DorianP

Aug 14, 2007

Off to Ireland

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Well, just that, so you don't wonder why I don't answer any comments. In an hour or so I'll leave for two weeks of, well, rain. You might have noticed I submitted the fifth part of the Scarlet Nightmare series a few days ago. Take the time to read, but please do read: I love nearly all comments. Ta-ta for now.

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valhalla-vania

May 8, 2008

Heeeeee, skapie is weer terug in het land! Bedankt voor de mooie kaart!

Fijn dat het leuk was! Spreek je snel wel weer.

DorianP

May 9, 2008

Yaay Dieuwertje is er nog! Ik begon me al bijna zorgen te maken

Hoop dat Mona en jij het leuk hebben

valhalla-vania

May 9, 2008

Nou, als je bedenkt dat de oorlog is uitgebroken, ze haar baan kwijt is, haar collega's gegijzeld zijn en zij hier vast zit, is het niet meer zo leuk.

DorianP

May 9, 2008

ohhh

ik heb het nieuws van de laatste tijd niet goed genoeg bijgehouden blijkbaar... jakkes jakkes... kan ik iets doen?

Bedankt, skapie.

Hellu~! Just stepping by~!

Ratafluke

Oct 10, 2007

Bedankt for faving Hay Harvest II