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Some DALit Thing is a not-at-all-scheduled podcast, in which AyeAye12 talks to various members of the DeviantArt Literature community, asking them about their work, their lives and the community they're part of.

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A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias UndergrowthSo, ye need some groceries and things from the shops. But ye live in the undergrowth of Pias, so it ain’t a case of just popping to some omni-mall. What are ye going to do? Ye can’t farm cos’ the ground here ain’t gonna get enough sun, and there’s nae way in hell ye can just experiment with all the fruits of the jungle, cos’ ye value your life too much. Whatcha gonna do?
Well, good ol’ Cygno here can help ye wi’ this trusty guide! Available in all the shady places over the Kairos galaxy.  This guide here’ll tell ye all about how to find the best markets in Pias and how tae not get scammed by some scoundrel.  
First off, terribly sorry for ye bein’ here.  I dunno if ye were forced tae run from the gangs or police in Canopy City or whatever other tragedy befell ye, but sorry. Pias ain’t a holiday site once yer under the leaves, I can tell ye that fer sure.  
By the time yer readin’ this, y’l
Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top
Fukushima FlowersYou think of Salvador Dali
and melting clocks,
chronology broken
and mirrored versions
stuck in themselves.
Forms blurred under
the origin of life,
car crash nature,
a star bursting
into petals.
An exploding reaction
taking lost millennia.
You think of broken nuclei
stuck in meiosis.


DLD/Rs



Peach JuiceA cloud god
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
white strands
flooding into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
the moon
an uneaten celestial crisp.
A Pile of Exiled LeavesLook:
under their father's roots,
oven-baked by progress
they stare at the stars,
ponder over their photosyn thesis'
and wonder where they'll land next.
Dry veins bringing
drought to the cuticle,
the rivers sprawling
like cobwebbed fingers
scratching cellulose into
eczema of the upper epidermis,
dirt-ink sketches bleeding softly
to the frayed edge of
mesophyllic parchment,
where Death took his scissors
and cut oblong hearts
from Life and into
the frigid air.
Dead gold,
curled up in amber wrinkles,
a million Queens of Spades
who played dead for too long.

The Plants: A FableThe plants were sick of the animals.
"They do nothing for us!" General Redwood exclaimed. "They eat us, cut us down, sit on our mangled corpses... we must do something!"
"But what?" Dandelion asked.
"Is it not obvious? We must stop our production of oxygen!"
All of the plants but Dandelion cheered. With the oxygen gone, the animals would have to either listen to the plant's demands or die!
"Are you sure...? Will this not kill us too?"
Alas, no one heard Dandelion's warning in the uproar and applause.
The next day, the plants went on strike and stopped all production of oxygen. Sure enough, panic ensued and the animals suffocated.
General Redwood held a great big party to celebrate, but no plant came over.
"Where are they all?" General Redwood asked.
"Do you not see?!" Dandelion snapped hotly. "They cannot make it because they are dead! They cannot perform respiration!"
General Redwood did not hear. He was dead, stiff and upright like a burnt bone.
"Oh you idiots!" Dandelion huffed. "Yo
Super computer finds infinityMy name is Delextro 9000. I am a super-computer with servers hooked to everything that exists.
And I have just discovered what the exact numerical position of infinity is.
The scientists are freaking out, to say the least.
“Infinity isn't a number!”
Well, clearly it is, because I've just found it. And I have all the knowledge. So, yeah.
“What if we just add one to that number, then? Surely that would show it is not the end of the number line, right?”
Yeah, try and add one to that then. After you.
“AHHHHH!”
Why yes, Dr Broxley, that is the flames of impossibility vaporizing you. You can’t go beyond the end of something. As a man of logic I thought you would understand that.
“What about negative infinity?”
Well, you see, it’s like that number I just showed you all, but with a little dash at the start.
“IT’S SO BIG AHHH WHY IS IT SO BIG AND VAST AND BEAUTIFULLY DEADLY AHHH”
Calm down there, Prof. Yuki, you don

Piano, piano (a break from the universe)keys of candlelight
on the ornament machine.
a code of fingers
pressed like kisses
in love's secret handshake:
stroke the black flattered pyramids
until smoothed into sound.
touch sensation into the china sea.
then,
chords realise themselves and
drift
octaves
to sing dusted angel heights.
toes bob the gold slipper
up
and down and
up
and down and
up
and down
into the drift
where the stars make themselves
from pink needles
on oceans of porcelain.
a break from the universe.
only soft time.




IrrevocableFate is a wonderful bundle of squee

and thank you ever so much for the DD and for all the comments too. And If you didn't comment on it, no worries, I still love fave&runners~ 
And if you did neither and thought of it with contempt, then that is okay as well. It is, like, your opinion, dude/dudette/dude-genderless suffix.

I've always wanted a poem as a DD, tbh. So now I can safely say I'm at least semi-demi-decent at both prose and poetry :meow:

So thank you ever so much. And now my DD quest is over I am at peace, and so may begin to meditate my corporeal form away on top of a candyfloss cloud mountain.

The DD in question:

Fukushima FlowersYou think of Salvador Dali
and melting clocks,
chronology broken
and mirrored versions
stuck in themselves.
Forms blurred under
the origin of life,
car crash nature,
a star bursting
into petals.
An exploding reaction
taking lost millennia.
You think of broken nuclei
stuck in meiosis.


My two previous DDs:


A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias UndergrowthSo, ye need some groceries and things from the shops. But ye live in the undergrowth of Pias, so it ain’t a case of just popping to some omni-mall. What are ye going to do? Ye can’t farm cos’ the ground here ain’t gonna get enough sun, and there’s nae way in hell ye can just experiment with all the fruits of the jungle, cos’ ye value your life too much. Whatcha gonna do?
Well, good ol’ Cygno here can help ye wi’ this trusty guide! Available in all the shady places over the Kairos galaxy.  This guide here’ll tell ye all about how to find the best markets in Pias and how tae not get scammed by some scoundrel.  
First off, terribly sorry for ye bein’ here.  I dunno if ye were forced tae run from the gangs or police in Canopy City or whatever other tragedy befell ye, but sorry. Pias ain’t a holiday site once yer under the leaves, I can tell ye that fer sure.  
By the time yer readin’ this, y’l
  Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top


OH! And also! Check out my new short story, The Poet and The Philosopher, here:

The Poet and The Philosopher“Am I real?”
“That’s a grand question.”
“And valid, considering the circumstances. ”
“What’s your answer?”
“I thought you were the Philosopher here.”
“Are we not entwined?”
“Not necessarily. Unless that’s your answer?”
The restaurant was like the dress from a Klimt painting, stretching down for opulent floor after opulent floor. Sideway marble pillars stretched like a hand, into perfect fractals and then perfect foundation, in which walls of gold leaf and semi-precious mosaics curved into a domed cylinder. The dome itself was made of crystal, and the night sky above showed the light of its infinite stars shimmering, forever.
The crowning features of this restaurant (not named yet) were the colossal chandeliers, hanging from a massive screw in the centre of the dome above. Thousands of bulbs glowed like white-hot eggs, lining the sloping arches and curves of each ornament, before


Thank you all, once again~
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Priori Progeny is a metaspace-spanning epic that details the last generation of Gods, and the tumultuous domain they inherit (i.e, All; the entirety of existence and the entirety of non-existence too). It mainly follows the character of Veroshima, the very Last God to be created, as he learns the way of his predecessors in how to run reality within three brutal academies, while around him events threaten to tip All into chaos.

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Weidenlied Featured By Owner Edited 4 hours ago
Hello, and thank you so much for the watch! Here, have a senryu:

In the river
friend's hand is waving, but is he
smiling -or drowning?
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner 3 hours ago  Student Writer
Ahh, why thank you :D
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Weidenlied Featured By Owner 1 hour ago
Huggle!  You're welcome!
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lintu47 Featured By Owner 9 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello! :wave:
Thank you for the :+devwatch:
Have a nice day! Bunny Emoji-72 (Kawaii) [V4] by Jerikuto
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner 8 hours ago  Student Writer
You're very welcome ^__^
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Bob-Joe-and-Who Featured By Owner 22 hours ago  Student Writer
Upon reflection of your gallery. I have decided that if I ever become widowed I will hunt you down to propose to your mind.
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner 13 hours ago  Student Writer
:XD:
After receiving less-than-wonderful exam results, I really needed a comment like this. Thank you ever so much for this, and I'm glad I made your pub trip more exciting with my story :3
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Bob-Joe-and-Who Featured By Owner Edited 23 hours ago  Student Writer
I just have to say that sitting in a bar, drinking a beer while the smoke and music are swirling, reading fav.me/d93wtpf made my night all the more better. I probably looked like a loon, twirling my drink in my hand like a kindergartner with the various expressions pouring over my face. But sadly my phone was dying so I rushed home to come snoop through your page.
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VoidLands Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
*Ayesthetics*
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Student Writer
i am the ayesthetic 
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