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To my male halfYou’re the Ash to my Pikachu,
the lenses to my frames.
Whenever the world’s gone mad,
your laugh takes away the pain.
Nerds must stick together,
like paper and glue.
I must have had good karma,
since I chanced upon finding you.
Through all the inside jokes,
and those awkward looks we get,
I’m fairly certain people think we’re crazy;
we’d be better off staying silent, I bet.
But where’s the fun in that?
Eccentric is simply what we’re meant to be!
These fools clearly cannot understand
how entertaining it is to be you and me.
So here’s to you, my dear friend;
my fellow forever Pokémon Tr
There was a lad named Chaos who live in the North
There was a lad named Chaos who lived upon the north.
Some days upon a bicycle, he would sally forth.
The cat and dog would look at him with a wistful grin,
And sneak into the fridge and fix a Mickey Finn.
“I’ll be so cross without a trout,” Dizzy twitched her tail.
And little Jenny sat and sighed, “Where’s that Russian borzoi boyfriend for me named Mikhail?”
Off he toodled far and wide on his tiny rims,
Mermaids and troll he did search on a mirthful whim.
Down the cliffs he fell and bounced, like a rubber ball,
Luckily he landed on his head to break the spinning fall.
“Curse you, trolls!” he sa
Strange ThoughtsOne day just like any other,
I found myself laying in my bed,
all kinds of strange & crazy thoughts going through my head.
How can horses & dragons also be flies?
Could lions really be fish?
Was it nature, or did both these creatures emerge
from a child's demented wish?
Was there ever such a thing as a crippled dinosaur?
Did cavemen ever swim?
Were dogs ever butlers,
tending to their owner's every whim?
Could mice ever play basketball?
Could a tarantula ride a bike?
Were cats ever not lazy
& actually had a few people they liked?
Could an elephant ever go cartsurfing?
Would wolves ever sing karaoke?
Were turtles ever unrestrained by their b
Maine: A LimerickMaine: The Land of Snow and Tractors -
where the Shotguns are plenty and the Teeth are few,
where the Men are Men and the Women are too.
Oh Lonely TomatoOh lonely tomato
so juicy, so red
I watched you sit alone
on your cold hard bed
your bed made of marble
a contrasting grey
Oh shiny tomato
i hate to see you this way
You stand out, tomato
amongst the kitchen things
your companion is the "happy mug"
which once thought it had wings
so it flew from the counter
but landed with a crash
and now its edge is chipped
but at least it didnt smash
Oh lonely tomato
you look so red and sweet
I think I'll pick you up
'cause I want something to eat
Oh lonely tomato
now you are no more
and you were too acidic
so you made my belly sore
farewell my friend
now you are eaten
and this is the end.
Ways of WalkenThe path of Walken is mysterious.
With many twists and turns.
For there's so much that awaits for you.
Follow me and you will see.
I invented a program.
To bring out your Inner Walken.
It is a simple hypnosis program.
Trigger is cowbell.
Ever wanted to be Walken?
Ever wanted to get over your fear of him?
Then this program is the thing.
The key to curing your Walkenphobia.
I must warn you that..
That once you go Walken.
You can't go back.
And you won't be able to.
It is a slippery slope of no return
When to Walken's ways and face you turn.
Your wish will be forever true
You will be Chris and no more you...
Cowbell. Tink Tink T
Walken ChantI installed the program.
I invented it.
But I never intended it to be like this.
I meant it to be for fun.
As a joke.
But now I find.
I am getting Walkenized.
Cowbell rings in my mind.
It is a slippery slope of no return
When to Walken's ways and face I turn.
My wish will be forever true
I will be Chris and no more me..
Cowbell. Tink Tink Tink Tink..
The sound rings in my head.
It will not leave.
It's changing me.
From within and out.
The dreams were right.
I am becoming..Chris..
I know I shouldn't resist.
I can't get enough of this.
I want to run away..
But I can't help but stay.
It controls me.
I can't st
Minya's just a little tyke....
Atomic monsters breathing fire
Don’t wake them up and rouse their ire.
Minya’s just a little tyke,
Covers miles with a little hike.
Atomic smoke rings are his thing,
Practicing to be the monster king.
Anguirus, Mothra, Rodan, and Manda,
I’ve yet to see a radioactive panda.
Godzilla’s Revenge we will NOT discuss,
Don’t make me mad and start a fuss.
I miss poor Minya, he’s really cute.
To hug him would be a mighty hoot.
But I’d be kinda squished.
Not exactly something you’d have wished.
The Kamacuras are coming near…
…it time to run and hide in fear!
FairiesDew drops have gathered on
Glasses of wine,
Smelling of spring where the
Fairies have dined.
Scours the trees,
Stealing their dreams in the
Coldness of screams.
Beasts of the shadows now
From rivers that demons have
Come from before.
Teeth shine like knives and
Blood is then spilt,
Quenching the thirst of
I thought I’d write
A lovely poem
About some fairies and gnomes,
But this is what happens
When I’m stuck on a weekend at home.
Walken Chant RepriseAt first I was shocked.
I didn't know what to do.
Because becoming Walken.
Was too good to be true.
I thought it would be scary.
Maybe even a little strange.
I took the slippery road of no return.
To the ways of Walken I did turn.
And then my wish and dreams came true.
I am Chris..and no more me.
But there's nothing else i'd like to be.
And to think..
That it started with a Walken fan, a computer program..
And a cowbell.
The Tired (Japanese) Employee (limerick)Said a 会社員 "I feel better!
To my boss I've just written a letter.
To avoid getting fired,
I've early retired,
And I'm glad 'cuz I'm feeling 疲れた "
The Basket CaseThe Basket Case
The white coats are coming now
I hear the clinking of a key
They draw so near that i can hear
I know they are coming for me
My body is aching every day
My mind is tired and stressed
Lock me up in my bedroom
And then we will all be blessed
La Classe Liberata, Parte 13Giunser in poco alle nevi perenni,
Marco alla guida perché egli la strada
pel rifugio sapeva. Così, indenni,
in una grotta, sguainata la spada,
entraron circospetti: .
Luce scorsero in fondo alla grotta:
era d'un fuoco a una donna vicino
urlò con voce rotta
Marco che riconobbe il volto fino.
Ma la strega iniziò lesta la lotta:
era nascosta dentro un anfrattino
e da lì uscì non appena sentì
il grido con cui Marco si tradì.
Pronti i nostri sguainarono le lame,
Enea anche trasse fuor un pugnale,
per uccider quella donna infame
che era Timiditas, strega del male.
Come fiere che abbiano m
He's wearing a dressI'm gone tonight
Playing in the wilderness
While back in town
My lover's trying on a dress
I'm dancing in the evening rain
It's soaking me to my skin
While my lover's playing beauty queen
With a silly boyish grin
I'm gone tonight
Thinking of my lover's ways
And all the while he's dancing
In his weird dressy ways
PillowPillow, sweet pillow,
I lay down my head
To see you this night
While wallowing in dread.
I’m immediately whisked
Away to greet dreams
In a place where nothing
Is quite like it seems.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
Don’t leave me this night
For you are the comfort
That makes me feel light.
Pillow, sweet pillow,
In the depth of my sleep
I ate a 5-pound marshmallow
So, you, I no longer keep.
You disappeared the next morning,
It’s not quite clear where,
But I hear you each night
In my tummy as you tear.
When the Sun Shines through the Mist The cottage is beside a graveyard, and when it rains, he plays. Not when it storms, but when the water comes down like mist, and the sun shines through its fog. He sits among the graves and plays.
His guitar is old, battered, and bruised, but its sound rings clear through the mist. The chords fly through the air to my ears, zipping between the drops that hang in the air, to greet me. I open the kitchen window and wash plates to his tune.
I gaze at him as he leans against a grey headstone to play, watching his fingers’ slow movement as he bends the strings to his will, extracting that sad, sad song he
Buffalo WingsFinally a night
Not sad or even tired
Thank the Lord no longer sore
My troubles have retired
Not a demon in the loft
And all unhappiness retired
Odd as i look into my mirror
And see a man I can admire
The BrinkI stand on the edge.
The sound, the smell
Like God's breath itself.
In and out, in and out
I take it in.
Maybe I'll never leave.
My breath it slows;
My eyes, they close.
It beckons me, then laughs
As it sentences me back to land.
Back to where my two legs belong.
Its size and greatness sing to me,
Of a haughty knowledge of things no man has seen.
It calls a place in my soul that lays dormant on the average day.
An internal peace that leaves me humbled and quiet.
The spray leaps up!
The gulls cry out!
Their song of unsated hunger.
It calls to me and pulls me in.
Only to slap me down,
In a thunderclap o
The Hauntings of YouWe burned that sofa, and with it
The hauntings of you.
It was an ugly sofa, floral and white.
You said we had to change each time we sat on it
Not to get it dirty.
We lit the match and tossed it on,
It's amazing how fast the fire leaps up and burns.
Like a torturous regime that took years to establish,
Crumbled in an instant, that sofa burned.
It turned to ash and blew away
On the wind,
And I felt relief.
The relief that it was over, burned away into nothingness,
And it was we that set the flame.
We threw the match and burned that sofa,
And with it, you.
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