She dragged on her cigarette, letting the city around her dim in the smoke exhaled. She looked tentatively around and back at her cigarette, noting the bright red ember which provided her with fuel for the tobacco and for her addiction. She put the cylinder to her lips, pressed tightly, and inhaled again. She felt the smoke penetrate her lungs and dissipate into her bloodstream.
"This is what I needed," she thought. She needed that cigarette, she thought, at the end of her day. At the end of anything, she thought. At the end of a bad d
I'm gone in a world of haze, worthy of Master Neutral, worthy of no right nor wrong,
It's a standstill of waters that approach a fork in their flows. Left or right? Neither just stay.
I'm no one, Nemo sailing the oceans but never quite satisfied with my direction.
Thinking through the weave of choices, color blind to the colored threads,
Without a clue as to what they mean. Grey versus another grey, clashing stuffy heads,
clashing without a vision, without a purpose, without any enthusiasm,
Even when passi
I remember the night where I spent the whole night playing with a cat that would not let me sleep. It mowed and cuddled against me, pawing at me when I tried to fall asleep yet my tries always failed for different reasons than the playful pet.
"Oh kitty," I whispered, wishing not to wake up the occupants of the house, "I wish, oh I wish that I had the strength."
And the kitty just mowed, urging me on. It was not long before my conscious and the sleepy cute kitty convinced me to stand up and walk through the dark house, looking up at the tall ceilings (idly wondering why the house was one story instead of two), to walking through the hallway
Innocence, riddling my mind,
craving inside.
Life thoughts, ruling my mind, leaving me behind, followed by a sigh.
A right to keep going, when life isn't right, when feelings combine.
Paper aligned to keep me insane, locked up in vain,
a feeling of shame.
Who am I? Riddling my mind. Straying beside what was me at one point.
Clandestine rituals, secret shrines, build up in my mind.
Flying toward the sun, burning my eyes.
Persistence. My arms confined.
If you had hoped for such a drastic difference, away from your routine life. If you had hoped,
For a change in those small things and persist from benign.
Persistence. My love divined
One day, it was my birthday and I tried to have fun,
sad and lonely, people started to actually come!
In the middle of the night, I stood surprised,
my friend came sneakily as my birthday prize!
A poetry man saddened by lack of inspiration,
broken thought,
frustration,
delusion,
interruption,
no peace within.
A poetry man filled with ideas stored away,
for no use later,
to be forgotten,
to be fucked up.
I feel poison spreading through my veins,
acid climbing up my throat,
heart skipping beats, teeth gritting in frustration.
A slow and quiet spread of anger,
I want to break my life, break everything.
Scream out, scream the fuck out,
but I can't.
A quiet poetry man, losing himself
in anger rather than sadness,
wanting to shoot, kill, destroy, and hate rather than love, live, and cry.
The Toria priest sat in the cathedral made of diamonds, shining, lightning the world within. He watched the universe above him, a vast sea of stars, seemingly lifeless, seemingly the slaves to physical laws, seemingly inorganic, unintelligent elements of matter.
The priest knew better, he grew up in a society that knew better. He stared up, watching a pulsar, he's been watching it for millenia.
It blinked, continuously, with a rhythm, but also with the tiniest differences between each flash of light.
He waited, waited patiently for his master, his lover, his only God to speak to him.
"I've waited here, sitting, for millenia," he spoke to
I dream of her sometimes, flashes of mysterious, secretive love hidden behind a veil of confusion and illusions.
I walked here, I walked to you, I went so far, and so did you. The taste of your lips upon mine haunts my mind. I wish we had reached that destination before I abandoned the effort.
Who was I? But a man of poetry filled with despair, filled with dreams and hopes (filled with knowledge and filled with expectation?).
A poetry man walking a path of solitude,
a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.
No life, no mind, no attitude.
That same concrete underneath, passing by,
those same days filled with entertainment,
writi
Aether Origins - First Page by Ant-Janos, literature
Literature
Aether Origins - First Page
Lexan sat cross legged within his spherical ship controlled by a Main Personal Interface named Aed. He sat, breathing heavily, feeling the energy within his body pulsate move from within his chest to the rest of his body. The energy vibrated throughout him and he could barely contain it. He felt angry, he felt betrayed, as he did most of time these days.
"Aed," he called upon the entity, using words to form his commands rather than thoughts that were betraying him at the moment, "Head toward the next planet."
The MPI acknowledged the command and the sphere lifted off from the docking satellite orbiting Napoleon. It quickly accelerated in
an Uncertainty Realized: Skidding Across The Surfa by Ant-Janos, literature
Literature
an Uncertainty Realized: Skidding Across The Surfa
Skidding Across The Surface Falling Below
childishly wiggling my toes to feel the sand under my feet
yet it is no beach that I touch, it is life and its essence brought to my feet, to my silly feet digging in meat.
I skid across, touching the waves, flying in the sky till the sky melts my wings.
I skid across, the great blue ocean, I skid across to see yet another island.
Feasting and eating, the fruits of solitude until the fruit itself turns rotten, spoiled from the heat.
So I think to myself, do I skid across? Or dive deep down? Is there an option in which we will meet?
I fly by, till my wings scorched die and I fall down drowning in the s
She dragged on her cigarette, letting the city around her dim in the smoke exhaled. She looked tentatively around and back at her cigarette, noting the bright red ember which provided her with fuel for the tobacco and for her addiction. She put the cylinder to her lips, pressed tightly, and inhaled again. She felt the smoke penetrate her lungs and dissipate into her bloodstream.
"This is what I needed," she thought. She needed that cigarette, she thought, at the end of her day. At the end of anything, she thought. At the end of a bad d
I'm gone in a world of haze, worthy of Master Neutral, worthy of no right nor wrong,
It's a standstill of waters that approach a fork in their flows. Left or right? Neither just stay.
I'm no one, Nemo sailing the oceans but never quite satisfied with my direction.
Thinking through the weave of choices, color blind to the colored threads,
Without a clue as to what they mean. Grey versus another grey, clashing stuffy heads,
clashing without a vision, without a purpose, without any enthusiasm,
Even when passi
I remember the night where I spent the whole night playing with a cat that would not let me sleep. It mowed and cuddled against me, pawing at me when I tried to fall asleep yet my tries always failed for different reasons than the playful pet.
"Oh kitty," I whispered, wishing not to wake up the occupants of the house, "I wish, oh I wish that I had the strength."
And the kitty just mowed, urging me on. It was not long before my conscious and the sleepy cute kitty convinced me to stand up and walk through the dark house, looking up at the tall ceilings (idly wondering why the house was one story instead of two), to walking through the hallway
Innocence, riddling my mind,
craving inside.
Life thoughts, ruling my mind, leaving me behind, followed by a sigh.
A right to keep going, when life isn't right, when feelings combine.
Paper aligned to keep me insane, locked up in vain,
a feeling of shame.
Who am I? Riddling my mind. Straying beside what was me at one point.
Clandestine rituals, secret shrines, build up in my mind.
Flying toward the sun, burning my eyes.
Persistence. My arms confined.
If you had hoped for such a drastic difference, away from your routine life. If you had hoped,
For a change in those small things and persist from benign.
Persistence. My love divined
One day, it was my birthday and I tried to have fun,
sad and lonely, people started to actually come!
In the middle of the night, I stood surprised,
my friend came sneakily as my birthday prize!
A poetry man saddened by lack of inspiration,
broken thought,
frustration,
delusion,
interruption,
no peace within.
A poetry man filled with ideas stored away,
for no use later,
to be forgotten,
to be fucked up.
I feel poison spreading through my veins,
acid climbing up my throat,
heart skipping beats, teeth gritting in frustration.
A slow and quiet spread of anger,
I want to break my life, break everything.
Scream out, scream the fuck out,
but I can't.
A quiet poetry man, losing himself
in anger rather than sadness,
wanting to shoot, kill, destroy, and hate rather than love, live, and cry.
The Toria priest sat in the cathedral made of diamonds, shining, lightning the world within. He watched the universe above him, a vast sea of stars, seemingly lifeless, seemingly the slaves to physical laws, seemingly inorganic, unintelligent elements of matter.
The priest knew better, he grew up in a society that knew better. He stared up, watching a pulsar, he's been watching it for millenia.
It blinked, continuously, with a rhythm, but also with the tiniest differences between each flash of light.
He waited, waited patiently for his master, his lover, his only God to speak to him.
"I've waited here, sitting, for millenia," he spoke to
I dream of her sometimes, flashes of mysterious, secretive love hidden behind a veil of confusion and illusions.
I walked here, I walked to you, I went so far, and so did you. The taste of your lips upon mine haunts my mind. I wish we had reached that destination before I abandoned the effort.
Who was I? But a man of poetry filled with despair, filled with dreams and hopes (filled with knowledge and filled with expectation?).
A poetry man walking a path of solitude,
a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.
No life, no mind, no attitude.
That same concrete underneath, passing by,
those same days filled with entertainment,
writi
Aether Origins - First Page by Ant-Janos, literature
Literature
Aether Origins - First Page
Lexan sat cross legged within his spherical ship controlled by a Main Personal Interface named Aed. He sat, breathing heavily, feeling the energy within his body pulsate move from within his chest to the rest of his body. The energy vibrated throughout him and he could barely contain it. He felt angry, he felt betrayed, as he did most of time these days.
"Aed," he called upon the entity, using words to form his commands rather than thoughts that were betraying him at the moment, "Head toward the next planet."
The MPI acknowledged the command and the sphere lifted off from the docking satellite orbiting Napoleon. It quickly accelerated in
an Uncertainty Realized: Skidding Across The Surfa by Ant-Janos, literature
Literature
an Uncertainty Realized: Skidding Across The Surfa
Skidding Across The Surface Falling Below
childishly wiggling my toes to feel the sand under my feet
yet it is no beach that I touch, it is life and its essence brought to my feet, to my silly feet digging in meat.
I skid across, touching the waves, flying in the sky till the sky melts my wings.
I skid across, the great blue ocean, I skid across to see yet another island.
Feasting and eating, the fruits of solitude until the fruit itself turns rotten, spoiled from the heat.
So I think to myself, do I skid across? Or dive deep down? Is there an option in which we will meet?
I fly by, till my wings scorched die and I fall down drowning in the s
Inside my dreams, the Dream City
Spinning uncontrollably, I adjusted the hyper-drive settings. The ship leveled and I stared out through the front shielding translucent material. All the strange colors swirled left and right. I wanted to reach out and touch them. Impossible, I knew, for if I left the ship at such incredible speeds and into the mucousy material that inhibited the hyperspace, I would have died instantly but eternally. Not even a second would pass in which I could play and marvel at the spectrum of light never imaginable in our universe nor any other except this.
The reds and blues shifted to magentas and greens. Particular
The Gods
Season I episode 6
I am Aviôn! I am the one with the power of the winds. I can fly faster than the sound, so fast I can hear what I had said seconds before. I feel a fire inside of me, this uncontrollable passion. I hold myself inside me. I do not know my name or my origin but I call myself Aviôn, a goddess in the heavens and fiery pits of Hell. I am still finding out about my powers but soon the gusts and hurricanes will be released from me. I have the power to glide, to lift, and to be free yet I have the power to bring you down, make imprisoned in the air, and destroy you. I am Aviôn!
I screamed, NO!
The Dreamland In My Hands by Ant-Janos, literature
Literature
The Dreamland In My Hands
The Dreamland In My Hands
Finally the dreamland has come. It is here lying in my hands looking up to me. I smile at the thought of how I achieved to gain such a beautiful thing. I cry at the thought of how much I wanted this, of how much time I spent looking for it. Slowly but surely I achieved it, the perfect world; Slowly but surely even I started looking beautiful.
Completely immersed and finished. There is nothing I could change for better, not the cascading water nor the clear water nor the children happily playing in the streets would change it to better. It is perfect. My world, my hopes, and there is nothing wrong with anything. A
Dreamland within our reach by Ant-Janos, literature
Literature
Dreamland within our reach
Dreamland within our reach:
Mesmerized
It is the dreamland that can be achieved. An image of life that soars above our heads. My hand reaches and grabs it. The dove sits in my palm but soon flies away into the skies to be free. Its wings beat against the wind and fly upwards towards the dreams. Our best dreams are those that cannot be imagined but the next best is the life we live in. I look at the world with pink glasses and I can only smile. My mouth widens at the thought of a perfect life and that I have it. My angel wings lift me toward cupid and his friends. Nothing is more important than fun, love, and freedom in life. I am too old to
I stood by the doorway from my third period. We stood there, the whole class. We were to get out but the bell did not ring. We waited, it must have been twenty minutes, maybe longer. Maybe, shorter. So people, just started leaving when teachers did not look.
After a while, a whole group of people were out in the hallways, roaming around. I left as well. The teachers said, Just go ahead. The nerds and people of similar type when into their next period classes. I was going as well until I saw my friends when I realized that I should probably skip.
Students were happy to get out since neither the get out of class nor
The Gods
Season I episode 7
I am Rain! I unleash the dragon inside me that screams with the power of all the waters in the universe. The knight that lives within me takes over to destroy all the injustice done to that simple yet life giving molecule of H2O. My dripping sword cuts strongly, my hands protected by the almighty dragon scales
I could see the horror striking the face of the Shadow. Its swirling black mass moved in closer on me. The Martian red landscape, desolate and unforgiving, hosted our fight. My arms shone with the little water that could be found on Mars. Little pieces of ice floated in that water. My large dragon sword
Aviôn. That is my name…is it not? No…not really. It is just the name my friends have given me. Who was I before this? What was I? I sat with my legs crossed, my eye lids closed tightly over my brown irises. I had my face buried in my palms, which burned with the desire to rip lives apart yet give life to those that deserve it. I was concentrating my absolute hardest to remember some figment of my past! But alas, nothing came. I sighed heavily, and gave up hope for now. I stood up, heading over to my companions.
“Hey.” I mumbled to Ant and Rain. They seemed careless of my standoffish attitude. I tried to give t
Hey, I'm Antonin. I'm an artist, a writer, a designer, and a developer. I've started creating art by picking up an HB pencil about ten years ago. And as I moved through life, the media that represented the inner depths of soul transformed with me. I picked up a pen to write, I picked up a computer to write even more and to start designing. I picked up photoshop to transform the photos I created when I picked up my camera. I picked up Illustrator to design beautiful websites, logo, and more. Now, I'm at a stage where I picked up a text editor and instead of writing the beautiful words of poetry in it, I write code, beautiful concise, and clean code. :) Who knows what's next for me?
Favourite Movies
Zeitgeist, Underworld,
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Hed Kandi, Prodigy, Pendulum
Favourite Books
Orphans of Chaos
Favourite Writers
Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Walter Jon Williams, John C. Wright
After taking a few exciting shots yesterday, my camera completely crapped out. Basically, it would not start. It seems to be a common model with a camera of my series and people usually experience this within the first few weeks/months of purchase and thus are covered with warranty but I'm already 4 years in.
So what happened? Well, my Canon Rebel XS (aka 1000D) would not boot its display and when the viewfinder was used it'd just say "Busy". This is known as Error 99 and it's caused by the firmware 1.06. Wellll, my lazy ass did NOT update my system and this just happened. If I had updated, my camera would have been fine.
This is a lesson f
Who's getting ready for NaNoWriMo? :)
I AM! I'll be posting some excerpts here and there for the next month. I have a ton of stories saved up but never edited or put anywhere.
Look forward to it!
I decided to get back on DA. I'm actually doing something artistic now (3D modeling) and I'm writing often as well (poetry + prose) and I've been putting it up on my Tumblr a lot but I feel like this is a better place for it. It's much better organized.
I also decided that I'll get rid of my old "wajanus.deviantart.com" account and merge the deviations there with this account. I wish I could change the display name :/ but alas, I can't so I'll just stick with it and make up a story why the username says "janos" instead of "janus".