This is a long one, but since it's my first (and only so far) DLD I figured it deserved to be featured by itself  |
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The Burning GroundDrag me to the burning ground, If you really feel you must, Chant and cheer as the flames take hold, It's not like I really care.The Burning Ground
Tear those ashes from your face, They never really suited you, Screech your vengeance to the stars, It's not like they're listening.
Your cheeks flushed with triumph, A bitter display of desire fulfilled, Laugh the laugh of murder, They're all watching now, really.
by *Philthey
WIP: TranscriptsTranscript #: 14 Date: 02/11/2009 Time: Unknown Name: Unknown Recording: Made on location Location: York, Nth YorkshireWIP: Transcripts
Transcript follows:
They're coming.
I can't see them but I know they're there. I can't go on; I can't run any more.
I lost Hazel somewhere back in the alleys. Someone's screaming nearby... please don't let it be her.
It can't be her though can it? Hazel's always been the strong one, she'll make it out of this, I'm sure of it.
I think I'm sure.
They never warned us! Why didn't they warn us!? What are these
by *Philthey
TherapyWrithing beneath your withering stare, All that lay hidden laid bare. Dissecting my psyche with your eyes, Pushing past the stammered lies.Therapy
Cutting to the core of my issues, With carefully chosen words, Thank you for the boxes of tissues, The ones with the prints of birds.
The wood panel walls are closing in, Your couch just won't let me go, I'm frozen and enveloped in sin; I've fallen so very low.
You sit there with your head cocked aside, Your fountain pen scritches on, All the while urging me to confide, The things I want dead an
by *Philthey
Beyond RecognitionGenuflect just for the effect,Beyond Recognition
Let your lips move along in time,
And just keep telling yourself those lies.
You're only there for the respect,
An actor in this pantomime,
Remember you're not one of those guys.
Lap up those words of bastardry, Nod and smile in the right places, And just keep moving along in line.
You're losing it, starting to see, The otherness of their faces, Isn't a little violence fine?
You're his now, heart and soul and mind, Lashing out at the odd and strange, Taking revenge for all that they've done.
by *Philthey
| Okay... so I tend to write a lot, and I'm never entirely sure how it all turns out and since I'm going with a "Warts and All" style of posting it might be best to browse the gallery to see if there's anything you like rather than relying on the newest ones shown here. Also my littag was created by the rather wonderful ~Tathewak who you should really go and have a look at. |
Short Stories
The Elogian Network Part 8Derek had indeed been thinking about it, but had been doing all he could to appear more relaxed. How the hell had this freak of nature know what he was thinking? “A combination of your vital signs as monitored by the Uplink Capsule and the fact that your mind practically screams that particular desire Mr. Havers,” said Remiel, helpfully supplying the answer to Derek’s question before he’d even had the chance to ask it. “What d’you mean my mind screams? Are you…?” “Not exactly Mr. Havers, not in the way that you’re thinking at least. The Elogians do not delve deeply in the minThe Elogian Network Part 8
by *Philthey
The Elogian Network Part 7“Please try to relax Mr. Havers, we know you’ve not had the easiest of uplinks and that does cause considerable mental stress. I am at a loss as to why your employers would send someone with your psyche profile as their designated investigator, they must have been aware of the possible risks to your person in doing so.” Came the figure's voice in a soothing tone, the sort that you’d use when speaking to an upset child as far as Derek was concerned as he lay there listening quietly. He spat sand clear of his mouth as he rolled over and snarled “Fucking bastards! McKleish, you, every single stupid sodding bastard in thiThe Elogian Network Part 7
by *Philthey
| A collection of short stories that I'm either working or or are complete. So far it features the Sci-Fi tale 'The Elogian Network' and the oddness that is 'The Journal of Cyrus Kinkaide'. |
Personification
Muse AscendingShe’s a being made of dreams and whimsy, A sparkling flower of delight and torment, A rose without thorns that still scratches.Muse Ascending
My dear little Muse, Elise.
Inconstant as a failing heart, I never have a clue when she’ll come, Scattering words and phrases as she fancies.
My funny little Muse, Elise.
She shifts her shape as she pleases, Melding and flowing with the currents that surge and rush through my mind.
My changeable little Muse, Elise.
A tickle at the back of my neck, Is the one sure sign that perhaps so
by *Philthey
Courage My SonHe stands quietly right at the back, In the recesses of my soul and skull, A patient figure at parade ground rest, Utterly unremarkable to the eyes that see.Courage My Son
But looks rarely tell the full tale do they? Beneath this humble drab grey exterior, Lies something that resists definition, A quality that can and will arise, To meet the time’s demands.
There’s no roar, no vain-glorious boasts, He simply moves to stand at my side, A stern and sure presence at my shoulder, A source of strength and wordless fortitude.
With him standing strong alon
by *Philthey
| A little series that I added to as and when, personifying emotions and such like as voices in someone's head. It's reached its conclusion now, but was an awful lot of fun to write. If anyone would care for me to write a continuation of the series in a voice of their choice that I haven't already done do tell me so and I'll be more than happy to oblige. |
The Tarot
2 - The High PriestessShort, sharp steps Sound and echo, Within this enormous space. All else hangs in silent stillness as a single flickering light, Emerges from the pitch darkness.2 - The High Priestess
In truth she didn’t need it, But it was His tradition, And she was ever His obedient
servant in all things and more.
Flashes of a multitude of colours, clearly carefully placed, Reflect from the pure white robes As her light reveals the hidden disturbing and dangerous patterns, That coat the floor underfoot.
The space she stands in feels
cavernous and hungr
by *Philthey
1 - The MagicianThe boundaries of this world,1 - The Magician
Are his to do with as he pleases, Beyond the sight of rationality, and Logic’s knowledge, The natural law sent fleeing by his thirst for the unknowable; His mastery of his art.
The very denizens of hell, Are at his beck and call, The eight elements, The very building blocks of the world that struggles
to contain his puissant power, Are his to command.
Flames scorch and consume, Those who dare oppose, Monsters of rock rise to crush, Those who dare speak out. There are no limits for him,
by *Philthey
| My second series of poems, one for each of the Tarot Cards of the Major Arcana. Poems may or may not have anything to do with the most common methods of interpreting the meanings of the cards |
Random Favourites
A New Night's SymphonyThe wind calls and I listen. My footsteps make no sound as I tip toe through the forest.A New Night's Symphony
It calls my name again and I turn into the shadows of the forest I know well.
The grass, the trees, all is still in this forest of mine.
If I look hard enough
I can see eyes glisten in the moonlight. Beckoning me deeper until I'm out of sight.
It calls once more, turning me east towards the ocean.
The ocean that rages against cliffs. The ocean that is angry with the world and itself. The ocean that spit me out into this world.
Bu
by ~chocolatemilklove
ResentmentYou say nothing will ever bother you as you casually brush off both haters and passionate preachers with the same thoughtless flick of your wrist. And you claim nothing will ever get to you under your thick hide of apathy. You seem immovable, no – untouchable, meditating with your head held high and a smug grin on your carefree lips that never so much as twitch.Resentment
Yet you need not utter a word to get under my skin. I can’t stand the sight of you acting so high and mighty, as if worldly affairs do not affect you in the slightest. Your unconcerned attitude shows, perhaps, your inability to care about anything, or anyone, at
by =ToaAkatsuki
| Well the title kind of gives away the point of this little box... but anyway, go and have a look at these talented peoples' work. |
Critiques
by =Nimbus9
Work is dragging on and on so I decided I'd go looking for something to critique and just happened to stumble over this while brow...
So it's time for another Critique methinks, simply because I feel like doing one. I'm going be organising it via the star rat...
| While I don't consider myself to be an expert I do like to try and give Critiques when I can |
Comics 
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| Hmmmm... you know usually I'm really bad at this sort of thing, but I can't just leave it sitting here empty, the space demands to be filled. So, about me? Well as far as interests, besides the obvious ones, if you go for anything geeky you'll more than likely find me to be a fan. Comics, manga, anime, Role-Playing (not LARPing though) sci-fi and fanstasy novels (I have a slight addiction to the really trashy ones), gaming and board games (wierdly enough... I even picked up Transformers Risk when it came out). What else? Well I'm ever so slightly obsessive about what I write, having a horrible tendancy to dislike it and self-depreciate, but I've resolved to stop doing that entirely since... well for one it sends me mad, and for two it's entirely self defeating. I also have a terrible habit of submitting too much and overusing the emoticon. I'm currently seeking professional help for both of these problems. So, I think that'll do for now, if you've any questions don't hesitate to ask, if you wander through my gallery and find yourself liking/disliking what you see do say so, any and all criticism is more than welcome. Cheers, Phil |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: England
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large to accomadate broad shoulders
- Print preference: Wha?
- Interests: If you go with anything geeky you'll more than likely capture my interest
- Favourite movie: Natural Born Killers, Ghost in the Shell, Withnail and I, Flash Gordon, Pi
- Favourite band or musician: Garbage, Aqua, Machine Head, Placebo, Radiohead, Yoko Kanno
- Favourite genre of music: I have really eclectic tastes, so... lots?
- Favourite artist: Georges Seurat
- Favourite poet or writer: Tricky, very tricky... I think I'll go with Tolkien
- Operating System: Windows
- MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen X-Fi
- Shell of choice: Barnacle
- Wallpaper of choice: Anything that doesn't have flowers on it
- Skin of choice: Martian
- Favourite game: FF VIII, L4D, Freedom Force or Timesplitters 2
- Favourite gaming platform: PC all the way
- Favourite cartoon character: Harley Quinn
- Personal Quote: When all else fails, break something
- Tools of the Trade: Caffeine, Nicotine My Notebooks, A Good Pen and screaming at my laptop
Please Note
| Copyright © 2009 Philip Hanley All rights reserved. All the materials contained in my deviantART gallery may NOT be used, reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted, borrowed, duplicated, printed, or uploaded in any way without my express written permission. (Decided to make it a little more formal, not that I'm actually expecting someone to rip off my stuff and get it published, but you can never be too careful can you? |
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