|One of my better works from my "pixelated images" series.|
ConstraintsThey said no stress ball for me today.Constraints by TheDizzyDan
It makes no sense for them to pay
Me, who works at their sterile grayscale desks and chilly metal files;
We diligent ants spoil the company’s flat flavor, if, all the while,
We usher in companions, who, though voiceless, are still infantile:
They scream flagrantly from inner dismay.
They said no chewing gum for me now.
It makes no sense for them to allow
Me, who ceaselessly fixes the mistakes
Our hurried interns endlessly make
When they fill out the company’s database,
To chew the stuff. They must think I’m a cow.
They should sharpen the saws because the saws are now dull.
My coworkers and I share the grey eyes of the bull.
They tell us, “Focus on your work; you will feel less.”
And, “There’s plenty of work to go around,” they attest,
But my work is the gushing font of my stress.
And we can only do so much when our heads are full.
Now nobody is allowed to keep their cathartic things,
So, when i
ForevermoreWhen unearthly hellhounds are in hot pursuitForevermore by TheDizzyDan
When the tree of despair has taken root
When waspish louts pester and swarm
And the landscape assumes unreal form;
When the countless hourglass grains dwindle into thin air
When coldhearted Fortune passes judgment unfair
When heaven sends the fearsome owl
To portend our murder most foul,
What comes before?
All or some to remember forevermore.
We escape into a laughable dream
And recall that which we’ve already seen,
Or imagine in zany radiance
The sort of things that make lunatics dance.
We fly back to a time vivid, not grey,
For, certainly, we gave seen better days.
Perhaps we will fly back to a time of life past
When no one expected to breathe one’s last.
Our mind caters to and comforts us,
For neither rhyme nor reason can we trust
To provide the flowery lapse to enjoy our last breath
Before we are recalled to countenance pale-faced Death.
We are transported to a fairyland
Where mumbling peasants rise by their own hands
Honest PretensesEx threatens to jump off a public bridge?Honest Pretenses by TheDizzyDan
Demolish the bridge.
Little Bo Peep complains she lost her sheep again?
Man complains his back is cold as an Alaskan night?
Give him at hot frying pan.
Supercilious friend complains she needs an ego boost?
Tell her she doesn't.
Fledgling surgeon complains he's nervous for his first solo job?
Break his hands.
Head chef complains he's out of sauce for his spaghetti?
Throw out the spaghetti.
|This is probably one of my most inspired writings. Give it a read.|
I have a habit of speaking very formally. I am a goofball in real life who focuses very seriously on his academics. |
The best way to get my attention here is by speaking to me. I'm a llama trader, so usernames pretty much look all the same to me now. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I think you get the point. I appreciate all faves that I get on my artwork, but I don't respond to them; I have too many other things to do and people to address. Speaking to me directly is practically a surefire means of grabbing my attention, and I love to talk, so one could say I'm here for conversation as well as for art.
I am not a very true artist, just one who likes to see pictures. I have an inappreciable ability to draw, and I have very little interest in developing my skills in the field of visual art. If anything, I am much more into the fields of theatre acting and singing, for they are my main artistic passions. I am both enthralled and intimidated by the community here since it so large and variable. I have not yet found my niche in any community, but chances are that I have stepped in at least a small part of most.
I am interested in the business of voice acting, so, if you need an amateur voice actor, I would be glad to be of service. I am your average kind of nonprofessional with a pop guard and studio microphone who records in a basement; not a recording studio, but I am very diligent. I am willing to provide contact information to anyone considering me for a voice actor role or tryout. Additionally, I am interested in doing audio readings for anyone (be it CreepyPasta, poetry, prose, or whatever it is).
As you may see in my gallery, I do write from time to time. I hope you enjoy what I have to offer in the literature field. I have several poems, prosaic poems, and prose works. My first (and currently only) DD was a literature submission. I've written a dark fan-ficiton for My Little Pony, but I don't consider myself a very hardcore writer, or Brony, for that matter. I upload essays I've done for school, and I very rarely feel inspired to write. However, when I am, I am usually very satisfied with my work, and I'm sure something I've done will speak to you.
Photography is the other thing I do. Mostly, it's sky and landscape pictures; whatever I happen to catch happening above me I tend to take a picture of if I think it's nice.
I do llamas for llamas, but I neither do WATCH for WATCH nor FAVE for FAVE. I reserve these to my personal tastes.
I am extremely busy with my schoolwork and rarely am on for long periods of time. I am also willing to proofread for anyone who can afford to wait until I acquire the time to get to proofreading the work. I find it is an enjoyable and helpful way to employ my skill in orthography, diction, and grammar when my creativity is devoted to non-writing ends. Anyone interested should feel free to send me a note, expressing his or her interest, on this site, and we can become acquainted and discuss the business.
I use Dogecoin.
(Tenor, Alto, and Soprano)