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Rap Battle 19EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!!
Dovahkiin AKA Dragonborn
I was once a prisoner in a cart towards my death
Until a dragon came and burned everyone with his breath
Now I am free to fulfill my destiny
Which is to beat your ass flat till Blizzard goes into bankruptcy
I am the one and only dragonborn, the fear of sky terrors
You're a fat, savage drunk with some durability errors
I will blow you off of Arreat Summit
Then laugh as you tumble like a ragdoll while you plummet.
I was raised with pain that even Spartans would quiver
It would make you do the same, but I'm not a fuck-giver
I have always been a classic even to this very day
Bethesda should have made a shout to make your game less lame
So you speak an ancient language while I let my blades talk
I don't need a horse, I move faster when I walk
You're a pasty little weakling who's only strong when he cries
Who may shake mountains in his shrieks while he painfully dies!
KrasivayaKrasivaya is seen in many different ways.
Krasivaya is strived for for days and days.
Krasivaya is always seeked by everyone.
Some find it at night or in the sun.
Krasivaya is drawn, acted out, and created.
Krasivaya can feel as though you're inebriated.
Krasivaya is what most would hold dear.
Yet Krasivaya is also what most would fear.
Krasivaya is a reason that some wars start.
Krasivaya is life's truest work of art.
Krasivaya can be expensive or cheap.
But Krasivaya will always be skin deep.
Flaming Hair, Burning HeartOnce this heart was dark and bland and overly reserved
There was no trick or treat in store, a path with no curve
My life was empty, save the tears and endless mental wounds
Before you came I thought my life would be ended soon
But you had come that very night and purged away my woeful plight
Now my heart beats oh so bright, and once again I can now fight
You may be far away but the love you give feels close
It would be a feeble understatement to say "I love you the most"
Heart of black back in the past had never beat so brightfully
Until the day the flame had come, it now beats ever lightfully
Lover of my mind and soul, I feel your gentle spark
Heart of black is now of flame to burn away the dark
The tears I cry are now of joy whenever you are there
You've renewed my strength and now my love for you, I must declare
My mind is clear from all the shadows Doubt once cast on me
My heart has gained its spark again, it beats so happily
I promise you, my darling spark, we'll be together soon
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above, it's warmth makes life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
ocean as far as my eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars and Northern lights events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we need most, is love.
The absence of love makes earthly joys moot,
what I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
*The Cathedral*Graveyard sparkles, coat of frost
Souls sleep in comfort none are lost
Yew trees stand's silent friend
Up the pathway faithful wend.
Illuminated Christmas star
Penitants travel from afar
Spiritual comfort, blessed peace
Worldly concerns find release
Stained glass window does inspire
Glorious colours flame desire
Insence smells and bells so pure
Winter Cathderal, open door.
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a child
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
STRAIGHTJACKET MEMORIESDeliver me up O precious lord,
Straightjacket memories, take them away;
My life, I must live of my own accord,
Of my past, I’ve said all I have to say.
Baptize me now, with hope eternal,
Do this for me so I’ll never look back;
Release me from this woman infernal,
Seal up my armor and leave not a crack.
Destroy this pain that I’m weary to hold,
And in its place be resounding joy;
Aged resentment is now bitter cold,
God won’t you please help that little boy?
Locked in a prison, he hasn’t a choice,
I am still breathing while he is in hell;
Give me the courage to now be his voice,
In my loving arms shall he ever dwell.
Thank you my lord, for all you have given,
Straightjacket memories, take them away;
I’m just a man who comes to you shriven,
Of my past, I’ve said all I have to say…
Let air sate you,
soak through your emptiness.
Fill your being with oxygen and
Do not let you
lose this. Life is not easy here,
and you deserve better, but stay:
To Everyone I've Ever Thought I Loved To Everyone I've Ever Thought I Loved
1. I was young and quite stupid.
You were attractive
and way, way out of my league.
2. Your influence changed my life
and i think i might
just still love you for that fact.
3. I'm not quite sure what it was
about you. Maybe
your taste in bands... or your hair.
4. You were a dick... I knew that.
But for some reason
I still went there anyway.
5. Times were hectic and you broke
my heart. But it's not
like i did much to stop you.
6. You were my biggest secret.
If only i knew
Back then that you liked girls too.
7. You were the first to love me.
One and a half years
LonelinessIt's that feeling when you wanna have friends,
You wanna be popular, and you try to,
But people don't like you.
It's that feeling, all alone in your room,
You write poems all day,
Someday that notebook will be your doom.
It's when you make one good friend,
You think things are going good,
But their life comes to an end.
It's when you tell people the truth,
But they don't know you, think you're lying,
And they lock you in little pad-walled rooms.
It's when you're only a teen, but you get drunk as hell,
Your so called "friends" ditch,
The cops find you, and put you in a holding cell.
It's when you think you can trust someone,
Been together a year,
But shit changed, they left you, didn't shed one tear.
It's when you have no home,
People think you're a psycho,
But still, the bullies won't leave you alone.
It's when you sit alone, Go home and get stoned,
And no matter how much you eat,
You're still skin, muscle and bone.
The Sonnet of WarThough fires crackle bright and bullets soar
I cower in the twilight dark of fear.
I hear the baying of the monster War
and tremble as its monstrous form draws near.
The wicked monster has no charity
its sole is smithed of fire and of hate.
It slaughters men indiscriminately
this heartless, soulless, wicked child of Fate.
Though I may flee it, I cannot outrun,
for it has claimed my people’s hearts and souls.
Smoke spews forth from the barrel of the gun,
yet they sit and watch, their hearts grown cold.
It scorched my soul, and burned my hope away
so in this darkness I shall hope to stay.
OutcastAccepted in the past
I had the best of friends
But that was not to last
All good things have their ends
She once tried to help my mind
She tried to cease my torment
Now she's leaving me behind
This end, I could not prevent
They saw me once as an ally
Now they glare in hate
The only thing I ask is "Why?"
But now its too late
So much conflict caused by me
All within my head
Blood in dead are all I see
I should join the dead
I'm sorry for my gloom
I'm sorry for my crimes
Just lock me in a room
And have your happy times
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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