A rose on its own
Will die alone in the rain
Trod on by lovers
|"Les Mis" (c) Victor Hugo|
Eponine is referred to as "The Rose in Misery"
Playacting GodI choose the worldPlayacting God by tanafeyroyale
Take my likes and dislikes
Paths to follow…
Pick one and shelve the others
Not at all
I shape my world
Pick and choose how to populate it
Meld their emotions to my whims
Chose where they go
How they talk
Who they interact with
My marionettes dancing to my beat
Playacting my words
Following my directions
Bathed in the amber glow
More pink perhaps… or blue green
We have time to try it again
Try it differently
But not tonight
I close up my mind
As I lock the building doors
Playing god is hard
And I need to bring the curtain down
POTO - Parallelismus MembrorumErik was punishedPOTO - Parallelismus Membrorum by tanafeyroyale
For doing no wrong
Face like a demon
Singing an angel’s song
Branded a genius
With body frail
He left the horror
For a better tale
Among the faceless
He is masked
Playing a part
Though not asked
He walks the theatre
Unseen in the halls
A mortal man
Ghosting through walls
He composes music
Not to be heard
No one sees a word
Then a child’s prayer
Pierces his hell
His caged heart
Opens like a veil
She sees an Angel
He is a disgrace
He will teach her
Without showing his face
She trusts him
Cloaked in his lies
Nothing can turn her
Though others try
Her Angel of Music
Is the Opera Ghost
The one who’s feared
Loves her the most
He brings others down
Raising her higher still
She is the salvation
For which he’ll kill
Snow Haiku Wisps of white float downSnow Haiku by tanafeyroyale
Dancing, twirling on the breeze
The year's first snowfall
Magic ShoesWhat was it about the glass slippersMagic Shoes by tanafeyroyale
That stood the test of time
How did they beat the magic
That faded as the clock chimed?
At midnight the spell was broken
The coach a pumpkin and horses to mice
Her dress became rags again
That was the magic’s price
But the shoes persisted
The lost one in the prince’s hand
And he used it to find her
Searching the who land
And since she held the other shoe
He knew she was the one he was looking for
She would be his princess, his wife
And their love would last evermore
As You Wish It was business as usual as Ianto walked into the Torchwood office. Tosh was at her computer and Owen was with Gwen, flirting with her as she tried to read up on the files for their current case. Gwen was the newest member of the team and was still trying to learn the ropes.As You Wish by tanafeyroyale
And Jack… He was in his office so Ianto set to work brewing the coffee. One day he’d be more than just the coffee boy, he’d be out in the field with the others. But for now he was the clean up fairy and that would have to be enough.
Knocking on Jack’s door, he held up the mug. “Your coffee sir.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to knock that sir stuff off?” Jack said.
Ianto shrugged and placed the mug on his boss's desk before taking a step back.
Jack flashed a smile before taking a deep swallow of coffee. “So, did
Safe and Sound readerX9th DoctorI remember tears streaming down your face when I said "I'll never let you go"Safe and Sound readerX9th Doctor by Darthkitty24
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said "don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
"(Y/n), I'll never let anything happen to you." He ran his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping the many tears that fell. She clung to him, shaking in fear.
"Doctor, stay with me." She pleaded, burying her (h/c) head into his chest. He knew he had other people to protect but she meant too much to him to leave her alone like this. The Doctor picked up a com unit and talked the two catkind through defeating the Vashta Nerada.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.
He stood in the background, behind her friends, her family, silently blaming his self. The Doctor made his way to her and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. His (Y/n), her beautiful (e/c) eyes closed in peaceful slum
A Modern Day Confrontation
A Modern Day Confrontation
By: Tia Marie-Nicole Glomb
*First performed at the Garfield Center for the Arts, Chestertown MD: June 2013
Lilith “Lil” Sinclair - a confident, self realized, well put together brunette. An entrepreneur. She is dressed in a business suit; black pants and blazer and a red blouse with high heels. Her hair is in a tight bun and she carries a red purse. She has never met Eve.
Evelyn “Eve” St. James - a mousy, but happy blonde housewife. She is dressed in a sundress, sweater or light jacket, and sandals. Her hair is down and a sunhat is optional. Also, she should wear little to no make up. She has a large, bag purse. She is married to Lil’s ex fiancé.
Lilith: Lucia Foster
Eve: Melody Bishop
Midday. A grocery store parking lot. A bench set SR, next to the entrance of the store.
Intro song: "Manearter" by Hall and Oats
(EVE enter from SL, antsy and worried. She digs th
AnnissaPittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Midnight. Present Day
She walks alone, a seemingly helpless young woman who is barely 5"1'. Her eyes shine like polished sapphires, and hold secrets unknown. Her long brown hair flows down her back in waves. She is beautiful. But she is not afraid. The night is her home, her playground. Her name is Annissa and she is one of the last remaining vampires.
As she walks she is aware of the man following her. He is in his early thirties and is slightly overweight. He holds a knife in one hand and is planning to rob, rape, and kill his innocent, young victim. But Annie is ready for him.
She pivots on the heel of her boot and boldly faces her pursuer. Her acting is good, and she looks scared. He smiles as he looks her up and down. He raises the knife and it glitters in the light of the full moon.
"Hi there, sweetheart," he drawls, obviously drunk. "Why don't you come with me?"
"Make me," she replies. The fear leaves her face as she puts her hands on her hips in a defi
The DeviantArt Writers Questionnaire 2015Inspired by CRLiterature's latest journal What do you want to see from CRLit I decided out of sheer madness to draw up a questionnaire focusing on: what makes you a writer? Why do you write and where did you first have your a-ha! moment when a story or poem exploded into existence? Does it matter if you are a writer? Nope, this questionnaire is even for those who don't write, who loathe poetry, where the sight of a book causes the blood to drain from you. Here's your opportunity to share with others why.
1. How long have you been a member of DeviantArt, and for how long have you been writing? If you don't write what realm of art do you work in?
2. Why did you become a writer? Is your reason to write the same now as it was then?&
I'm a self proclaimed nerd who likes to sing, play chess and a multitude of video games as well as Magic the Gathering. Obviously I take pictures as well. I read. A lot. Most of the time multiple books at once. And I'm addicted to reality TV. And when I'm not doing any of that I'm a theatre enthusiast. That passion goes further, however, than just knowing way too much about way too many plays, musicals, actors and actresses. I volunteer at a theatre where I work in the box office, direct, produce, write plays, and find time to be a production assistant and "Bio Wrangler". Oh yeah, I'm also a counselor for drama camp. |
Oh yeah, I also find time to eat, sleep, and breathe.