The Story Of Books by Queen-Of-Primadonnas, literature
Literature
The Story Of Books
Long.
Boring.
Words toppling on top of words,
Which mean absolutely nothing.
What’s the point of reading this thing?
It’s a burden,
Just paper stuck together by a back and front.
Useless, stupid, pointless.
Filled with equations and people who died,
It’s just another book.
But what if it was more than that?
What if it was a portal to another world?
A world where fierce warlords conquer lands, and children slay dragons?
What if it was pair of wings, ready to carry you away?
To the heavens and worlds above?
What if we stopped looking at the domestic life of a book?
It’s damaged cover,
Its fragile pages,
And opened up t
The Young Protege by Queen-Of-Primadonnas, literature
Literature
The Young Protege
There once was a savant.
Who was the wisest of them all,
They knew of life’s greatest mysteries,
They knew of life’s greatest flaws.
But so gauche they were when speaking their opinion,
So gaffe when they wished to be heard,
Always maladroit when proposing their argument,
They were told to learn.
So, they were placed in front of hoi pollois,
and taught nothing but what they already knew,
Forced down to meet a status quo,
Those who were naïve were called elite,
Those who used thought were brought to their knees.
There once was a savant
Who was the wisest of them all
But casted off as a teenager,
They truly did fall.
Peace.
The calm after the storm,
The glow of daylight,
The laughter of a child,
Are all used to describe such a word.
But, a description does nothing.
Peace doesn’t need a description,
It needs direction.
Point the way to the dawn of a new day,
Lead the odyssey with your head held high,
Don’t just stand there like a deer in headlights,
Watching the days go by,
Take the reins and lead this dying world,
Into the soft glow of daylight.
Hetalia Fanfiction requests! by Queen-Of-Primadonnas, literature
Literature
Hetalia Fanfiction requests!
So, I'm new to this wonderful world of Deviantart, and I thought a good way to kick it all off was to start with some requests! So just put a comment down in the little comment box thing, you can enter whatever character you like! (You can even add a song in there if you want too.)
I'll only right fluff though... I'm really sorry, I'm just not comfortable with getting into sexual writing. Maybe later on? Who knows.
Anyways, so excited to be here! Can't wait to get started!
I probably sound a lot like Princeton from Avenue Q.
The Story Of Books by Queen-Of-Primadonnas, literature
Literature
The Story Of Books
Long.
Boring.
Words toppling on top of words,
Which mean absolutely nothing.
What’s the point of reading this thing?
It’s a burden,
Just paper stuck together by a back and front.
Useless, stupid, pointless.
Filled with equations and people who died,
It’s just another book.
But what if it was more than that?
What if it was a portal to another world?
A world where fierce warlords conquer lands, and children slay dragons?
What if it was pair of wings, ready to carry you away?
To the heavens and worlds above?
What if we stopped looking at the domestic life of a book?
It’s damaged cover,
Its fragile pages,
And opened up t
The Young Protege by Queen-Of-Primadonnas, literature
Literature
The Young Protege
There once was a savant.
Who was the wisest of them all,
They knew of life’s greatest mysteries,
They knew of life’s greatest flaws.
But so gauche they were when speaking their opinion,
So gaffe when they wished to be heard,
Always maladroit when proposing their argument,
They were told to learn.
So, they were placed in front of hoi pollois,
and taught nothing but what they already knew,
Forced down to meet a status quo,
Those who were naïve were called elite,
Those who used thought were brought to their knees.
There once was a savant
Who was the wisest of them all
But casted off as a teenager,
They truly did fall.
Peace.
The calm after the storm,
The glow of daylight,
The laughter of a child,
Are all used to describe such a word.
But, a description does nothing.
Peace doesn’t need a description,
It needs direction.
Point the way to the dawn of a new day,
Lead the odyssey with your head held high,
Don’t just stand there like a deer in headlights,
Watching the days go by,
Take the reins and lead this dying world,
Into the soft glow of daylight.
Hetalia Fanfiction requests! by Queen-Of-Primadonnas, literature
Literature
Hetalia Fanfiction requests!
So, I'm new to this wonderful world of Deviantart, and I thought a good way to kick it all off was to start with some requests! So just put a comment down in the little comment box thing, you can enter whatever character you like! (You can even add a song in there if you want too.)
I'll only right fluff though... I'm really sorry, I'm just not comfortable with getting into sexual writing. Maybe later on? Who knows.
Anyways, so excited to be here! Can't wait to get started!
I probably sound a lot like Princeton from Avenue Q.