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Insecurity
One day I woke up in a grim world where all I could see was darkness.
Someone’s light has the potential to save someone but it can also dim it…
I met an emotionless girl, if logic had a vast form surely it would look like her.
“Do you believe in yourself”?                               --                                           
                                                                        --                
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Sleepy head
“Will you actually act like the adult you’re supposed to be and come to bed?” I heard her yell behind me. “Yeah yeah, just one more round of Overwatch and I’ll be joining you shortly”.
“Sure” she sarcastically replied. “Just like you told me you’d take out the trash?”
“Geez woman, leave me alone will you” I thought to myself. I used to chuckle at the thought of me ever getting married but now it was different.
“Don’t worry miss Van Diemen, your strong and brave husband will take care of your in just a minute” I said with an overconfident tone.
“I’ll be counting on you then mister competent” she replied.
A few minutes later I stood up and looked at my wife. How did I end up marrying such a beautiful girl?
Funny thing was that this same girl used to tease me for the same weird quirks that she now somehow adores. She had dozed off and I decided if I stared even more she might
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Ode to my fiance
It has only been a year
maybe a couple of months
It feels like they had gone by so quick,
I swear
I enjoyed everything that Hanna brought to me
Being happy by her side was everything I wanted to be
The awkward smiles she rarely gave
And oh how happy I would behave
Forward in a year later
and my heart was attacked like a bomb pressed on with a detonator
Hanna, my beautiful angel that brought me happiness and all
passed away in a car accident right after fall
She left me all alone in this world, how selfish could she be?
leaving me all myself with my thoughts. 
what has become of me?
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Fly
When those keys get struck,
You lose focus
When Vivaldi touches your soul
You lose focus
When you feel energy soaring your body
You still lose focus
What fighting drive keeps you alive
Why does classic pressure me into this lie
It is when you don't believe you'll see light ever again
Is disbelieve what I yearn for then?
A crescendo that lifts my mind up high in the sky
only to fall down to my own incompetence and mediocrity and ultimately die
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Run? - Day 1: Ignorance.
He who leads always gets left behind.
You wake up in an old cottage all alone with only some dusty half broken furniture to keep you company. The room's bad lighting makes it hard for you to see although the first thing you look at is the window. When you look outside you see dark clouds and the thought of you being all alone makes no sense.
"Where is everyone?" you wonder, "Did I fall asleep at some party or something?". Against better judgement you decide to get up and see for yourself if you could reach someone. As soon as you stand up you get hit by a massive wave of headaches and you suddenly feel nauseous all the way down to your stumach.
"Who wandered into my game?" a familiar voice says. But who is it? Is it family? You really can't remember at all. 
"Is someone pulling a prank on me?" you say with a dumbfound face. You head towards the door and start noticing that the floor has been changing constantly and that you seem to leave behind white dots. Are those my trails? Wha
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Just a bunch of insane thoughts~
A wild excitement, a crescendo, an extreme surge that urges every little bit of you to focus but all you can do and deliver is the pain and sadness that you brought upon your own soul. 
There are moments when this life we live in doesn't make sense, if it's supposed to make any sense either way. One day a piece like winter wind can keep you in trance and fuck you up real bad to the point where you almost get hit by a car and yet you crave for it, you want more even though you have heard the piece over a hundred times. Does this make me some kind of masochist? I always wondered yet never really cared to really finish what I had
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Cult of the phoenix.
Have you ever wanted something so bad, yes, so bad to the point you’d  give up everything for yet you already know what results it might yield… this peculiar feeling that stabs you from the inside and injects you with a mix of all sorts of feelings, although most of them are negative, the fire inside you never really got extinguished.
I guess I need to start at the beginning so it actually makes sense.
This whole shit-storm all started on March 22nd 2013, at that time I was living my life as a simple police detective.
After all, someone had to keep this god forsaken world from going to shit, and especially under the current circumstances everyone was extra tense and even nervous to some extent. I’ve even seen the Mayor do a double take before he stepped on stage to talk to his people.
“Hey Parker, stop daydreaming and start doing what I actually pay you for” a voice that I recognized yelled.
“Yes sir, right away” I said with a slight intim
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The great phoenix.
Lead on by desire,
Ruled with fire,
A phoenix that rules the skies shall arise,
Surely she will revive,
The creator and destroyer of the lands,
Yet she shows mercy as I, one of her follower demands,
Ordeals have been set by the queen that rised out of the ashes, nay, the eternal flame,
Why is she worshipped you heathen ask? And with what kind gain?
So arise, great phoenix that carries the will of these lands, and return the ashes to their original master.
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Literature
Chapter 3 of Angel of Death
The C# note that shone bright illuminating the dark red sky to a colour more joyful formed a barrier that reflected the soul blast.
The soul blast flew everywhere because of the force they were shot in.
After a few seconds the souls flew up into the sky and vanished.
I climbed higher to get a better view at the creature that had just saved my life.
Is this still a nightmare? I wondered.
“Cease this at once Sister” the angel said while striking a pose that implied that Israfil had to stop.
“Do you have a death wish as well?” Israfil said with a condescending evil smile.
“I don’t have the slightest intention of fighting you sister, so please” the angel looked at her with a gentle smile that even mothers couldn’t wear.
“I won’t allow you to pity me anymore sister, I’ll see you through to my realms if I have to”
Israfil ascended higher and a black and red pentagram appeared behind her.
“By the darkness Had
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Madness of the pen
Cursed I am pushed between the grey area of the rich and my own madness,
Cursed I am having a peaceful soul that carries the weapon for its own demise,
Cursed are the ones that believed my lies of a utopia whom will join my fake utopia I created
Cursed are the ones that knew about the dagger my lies kept hidden, ready to strike
I descend into into this delusion that I can only describe as a poison cloud of pure chaos
While I descend I still keep walking forward not knowing where I am
Yet without thinking I walk, is it good? Is it bad? I wonder
Fatal blows that my mind had taken only fuelled my insanity that was ready to infect
I walk a path that has been called blasphemy,
I walk a path that denies reality,
I will reach out to the truth this world holds
I strike down my madness with a passion that had created it
There is no return, nor is there enter
My mind is all there is and yet there is nothing
My boredom that had turned into frustration turned into passion
Oh, pen that writes down
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Angel Of Death Chapter 2.

“T- they took her away” I mumbled to myself staring at the rushed over bed. The whole room was dusty because of a fight that had taken place. The curtains were cut in a straight, horizontal line. What could have cut those curtains with that kind of precision?
I approached Kirinnee’s bed and started looking for possible clues that could tell me where Kirinnee was. I grabbed a pillow while frantically searching and found a worn out note. I couldn’t believe what it read. It read ‘In the name of our queen the angel of death Israfil we claim this creature for our army’.
I dropped the paper because the second I realized that I lost another important person paralyzed me. My legs felt weak and barely were able to support my body that suddenly felt very heavy and fell to my knees mumbling “I’ve lost her forever’” I stared at the ceiling with a blank mind, panicking because I didn’t want to lose yet another person.
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bday gift for MinkaPyroPanda
What separates a writer from another writer?
Do we even live on the same world? It made wonder.
A mother feeding her kids, cooking and she worked so hard to please those that she had never had seen outside of the computer screen that separated them.
Where was she? Where did this leave her? That was till I realized that she was happy leading a life like this. The kids that took all of her time actually loved her through and through.
I didn’t get why she would go through with this. This physical battle with everything didn’t make sense. But, it was something only she could pull off.
A type of writer that cared more than anything for those she loved, created horror stories that would give you nightmares. Truly astonished I was realizing how this transitioned.
Never had I met someone that worked so hard for the thing she loved and never will anyone take this admiration and respect away from me.
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A composed angel.
With her tender hands she ever so gallantly plays her harp that brings transcending music,
And so is the angel that sits with patience for hours to describe her next piece.
The one I trust my mind and heart to only to close my eyes and enjoy,
the one I trusted had sent me into a world that wasn’t good neither bad.
The angel that spread her milk white wings, only working out of her infinite passion,
Oh angel that has no ambition to fall but thrives to fill hearts with her passion.
Her music so pure, her laugh so cheerful, how lovely this sight was.
Oh angel that watches over all, make a contract with this mortal and your music shall always be admired.
The day that my eyes and ears laid down on the magnificence I felt something greater than admiration, jealousy or love.
It was my pure will to live only to cherish her wonder music once more.
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A culinary journey (practing material)
I’ve been working in restaurant Liberije for about 12 years now. I’ve been praised by the best and criticized by the worst, the pure adrenaline a rushy Friday gives you is unbelievable.
A wonderful experience might I add, you have no time to turn on your brain and are forced to go back to your primal instincts that you were given at birth. You don’t think you just do. I can’t go into details as I’m writing this but there is yelling everywhere.
The dishes you prepare to the preparing of everything before you could even dream of cooking it all up and making stew for example.
My best creations and worst creations were praised and criticized by people I didn’t know but could ruin a whole restaurant. Each minute of this god awful day I resented it but the adrenaline and the feeling of preparing food that gives you this wonderful feeling.
How was I able to put up with all of this? Is something I wondered from time to time. I didn’t know the answer to
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Angel of death chapter 1
    It was a dark night in the land of Sysgraphelia, the wolves cried upon seeing the moon. The tall trees looked grim without their usual tint of beautiful peaceful green that only showed itself when the sun shone upon it.
I was told that there were kobolds wreaking havoc in a small village near the mountains, so as a knight I had to deal with them. Ugh, those pathetic beasts should just all die I thought to myself, riding on my loyal mare Anna known as one of the best mares of the kingdom. It went so far that she had been asked to join the royal stables but I wouldn’t allow it. We had been through too much for me to allow it.
I met her as a child and adored since childhood. She was known as one the worst cases when it came to quality, she was abused and did not trust humans whatsoever.
The seller of the mare originally wanted to sell her to a butcher but I objected since I fortunately overheard their conversation. I begged my father to buy her and giv
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The Night Begins -Sarah
"What are you doing?" He asked as he sat next to me. I looked over at him and back at the sky. "I'm watching the moon rise. Why?" I smiled softly at the sun was setting behind me. "But the sun set is prettier! Why not watch the sun go down?" He wondered confusedly. I chuckled softly at his ignorance. "But watching the sun go down makes me sad. Its reminding me that the day is over. But if you watch the moon rise, it reminds me that the night has just begun."
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Tell Me Little One -Xyber Francis.
Tell me Little One, why are you crying?
Crying as the wet, salty tears flow down along your rosy red cheeks.
Crying while you stiffle a sob as you cry yourself to sleep.
Tell me Little One, who made you sad?
When five years ago, you used to be so glad.
Tell me Little One, how can I help you become happy once again?
Seeing you like this, it breaks my heart.
Tell me Little One, who are you crying over?
Even when you know, they won't care for you at all.
Even when you know, they don't love you.
Tell me Little One.. Why is it you hate me?
Even when I've been helping you this entire time.
Tell me Little One.. Do you really think self harm and self pity is the answer..?
So let me tell you this, Little One.
I may seem uncaring, or unkind.
But really, deep down inside.
I'm crying over you.
Because, you are my world.
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Coffee
Coffee
Liquid gold
The fuel
To get me through the day
Coffee
Dark brew
Trickling through
The pot
Coffee
Smells heavenly
5 cups in a day
Creamer for extra taste
Coffee
The life blood
Of all writers.
Coffee
My favorite beverage
My life
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Hey guys, welcome on my DA account.
My name is SirJestahLot knighted by the queen of Knittingham but that's not important as of right now.
I'm a simple guy with a simple wish (taking over the world with Michelin rated restaurants) but for now I guess i'll write some stories which is something I truly enjoy.
Join me on Picarto where I ask the chat for help sometimes, enjoy because this is SirJestahLot's funky story telling time ^#^
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One day I woke up in a grim world where all I could see was darkness.
Someone’s light has the potential to save someone but it can also dim it…
I met an emotionless girl, if logic had a vast form surely it would look like her.

“Do you believe in yourself”?                               --                                           
                                                                        --                                 “Yes I do”
“What makes you so sure?”                                --                                           
                                                                       --                                 “I just do”
“What makes you so sure?”                               --                               
                                                                      --
                                                                      --                                “I need to explain myself?”
…                                                                   --                               
                                                                      --                                 “Are you done?”
…                                                                   --                               
                                                                      --                                “Why did you go quiet?”
“Your beliefs and dreams are false”                   --                               
                                                                      --                                “What?, no, I can do                                                                                                                             --                                  anything”
“If that’s true why do I exist?”                          --

It hasn’t been long since that conversation yet I still sit here, writing down whatever I feel like and not a care in the world.
She sometimes visits my dreams but doesn’t talk, and whenever I try to look at her she disappears. The lights go out and she only soon after stands right in front of me shushing me.


Insecurity
Hey guys, long time no see I know! I've thought of some different kind of format while brainstorming what to do and this is what came out, got me really excited >.<... tell me what you guys think and whether you'd like to see more of this in the future!
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picarto.tv/SirJestahLot ~

“Will you actually act like the adult you’re supposed to be and come to bed?” I heard her yell behind me. “Yeah yeah, just one more round of Overwatch and I’ll be joining you shortly”.
“Sure” she sarcastically replied. “Just like you told me you’d take out the trash?”
“Geez woman, leave me alone will you” I thought to myself. I used to chuckle at the thought of me ever getting married but now it was different.
“Don’t worry miss Van Diemen, your strong and brave husband will take care of your in just a minute” I said with an overconfident tone.

“I’ll be counting on you then mister competent” she replied.

A few minutes later I stood up and looked at my wife. How did I end up marrying such a beautiful girl?
Funny thing was that this same girl used to tease me for the same weird quirks that she now somehow adores. She had dozed off and I decided if I stared even more she might wake up because of it. I headed downstairs towards towards the trashcan. While I walked I happily whistled along to the theme song of Mr. Ed. I don’t know why but there was something about that show that I really liked.

I got down the stairs and walked into our living room. We were not rich by any means but we did live life the best we could. I entered the kitchen and noticed that there was a post-it note on top of the trash can. What is that? I grabbed the post-it and it read “for my overconfident hubby~”.
This woman… can she see the future or something?

Continuing whistling I opened the door to the outside door that like always greeted me with a gushing blow of cold chill air.
“Let’s just get this over with as soon as possible and get back to being the Winston main I always aspired to be” I said to myself.
The trees whistled and just out of my sight thought I could see something- no someone.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Nothing. Whatever it may have been was gone now.

 That’s what I get for playing too much videogames huh…
That night I went back to bed on which my wonderful wife had already dozed off on.
I immediately fell asleep but something kept bothering me that night. What was that figure that I saw?

That next morning I woke up next to my wife which I found strange.
I’m usually up way later than her and I wondered why. What kind of exhausting stuff has she been up to. “Good morning madam” I said with a sleepy voice while gently shaking her left shoulder. She didn’t respond though. “Earth to waifu?” I repeated.
She still didn’t respond though. I tried opening her eyes myself but only got greeted by some kind of muscle reflex and let go immediately because I was afraid I might hurt her.

At the same moment a wave of negative thoughts and scenarios bombarded my mind.
I started sweating and out of reflex I started listening to her heartbeat.
Fuck, this is not good. I need to get her out of here as soon as possible.
Without any further thought grabbed her, rolled her up in her blanket and ran her downstairs towards the car.
“You are not allowed to die on me, please don’t leave me” was the only thought that went through my mind. I gently yet impatiently seated her in the back seat of my car and raced off to the nearest hospital. Without any care for my own car or life I went straight through red lights. The noise of traffic being forced to brake was nothing compared to what I felt and what the consequences of my actions could be. I was four blocks down already and at this pace it would only take about 10 minutes before I had reached the hospital. I looked at my wife in the backseat looking as lifeless as I found her.
“Hang in there, I’ll take care of this. So please, just a little while longer”. I had looked at her maybe a little too long because as soon as I to the road again like I should have I was greeted by “man” logo. I tried braking but it was already too late. The truck hit my car at full force and a stinging pain made me lose conscious.
“K-Kimberly” I said with a cracked weak voice raising my hand towards the steering wheel.

I woke up in a hospital bed.

“He woke up” I heard a female voice yell. Who was this? I faintly remembered but before I had time to try and recall why I was in what seemed to be a hospital going by its interior a woman had jumped me and the same stinging sensation overcame me.
Doctors tried holding her off but stopped doing so. They either stopped caring or understood was what I could think of it.

“You really are a sleepy head aren’t you?” She said with a glossy face, tears streaming down her cheeks as if it had suddenly started raining. And yet she smiled.

“E-Excuse me, but who would you be?” I asked her.

“You say you’re competent but you sure do forget about your wife quick” she replied. The smile on her face was warm and kind.

“M-my wife?”

“Oh, you must not remember” a doctor interrupted, “you and your wife decided to go for a walk one day and a drunk truck driver almost hit you. Just as Kimberly was about to get hit you pushed her out of the way. You’re lucky you’re still alive”

“But” I replied while looking at Kimberly, “the Kimberly that I knew had silk black hair and had no wrinkles on her face.

She starting tearing up again and stared at me.

“You sleepy head”

Sleepy head
A good friend challenged me to write something dramatic/tragedic. (not sure if that is a word <--...) Anyways, here is it, thanks for reading and have a great day!
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It has only been a year
maybe a couple of months
It feels like they had gone by so quick,
I swear

I enjoyed everything that Hanna brought to me
Being happy by her side was everything I wanted to be
The awkward smiles she rarely gave
And oh how happy I would behave

Forward in a year later
and my heart was attacked like a bomb pressed on with a detonator
Hanna, my beautiful angel that brought me happiness and all
passed away in a car accident right after fall

She left me all alone in this world, how selfish could she be?
leaving me all myself with my thoughts. 

what has become of me?
Ode to my fiance
Sorry for the sudden edgy poem but I really needed to release all of this. Two months ago my beautiful fiancé died in a car crash and I've been struggling. Thanks for reading and have a great day.
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I once saw a boy wearing headphones
Smiles emerged from his face

Tapping to the funky beat at the music's pace
No worry in the world, there isn't anything he loses or gains

Under the same circumstance he hears a loud bang interrupting his music
The same tunes that gave him reason to live became acidic

Suddenly a bomb came out of sky, it fly by right beside him and struck him
The tunes became distorted, his voice, meaningless.

His brother found his headphones under all the dust
He didn't cry... he just started listening to the tunes again

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AgentCAW Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday bud, I hope this will be your best birthday yet.
birthday cake 
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SarahTheGhost Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Haha I miss you. Thanks for the favs ^~^
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SirJestahLot Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2016  Student Writer
You're welcome ;o
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TwilightGenesis Featured By Owner May 7, 2016
Cheers for the watch Jestah.
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SirJestahLot Featured By Owner May 7, 2016  Student Writer
I only watch people whose work I enjoy reading :3
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TwilightGenesis Featured By Owner May 7, 2016
^_^ Well I definitely hope you enjoy my work. Feel free to give me feedback.
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SarahTheGhost Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Gods I missed your birthday!? What kind of person am I!! ;-;
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SirJestahLot Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2016  Student Writer
Oh don't worry about it xD
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PinkuPuff Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2015
Happyyyyyy Birthdayyyyyyyy! Have a great dayyyy! love balloons 
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