Abraxas (Poem)Abraxas (Poem)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a beat beneath the feet of those
Who wear their hearts on their sleeves
And on the souls of their weary boots.
Only they are known as Masters.
There is no skip in their vacant steps,
As they have lost fulfillment long ago.
Yet a hundred thousand sacrifices
They make to be known as Masters.
Do you really want to become us?
He asks to the golden-eyed child,
The black-haired, golden-eyed child,
As he stands in the cruel grave of defeat.
He understands the determination
That stews in the golden, molten eyes
Of this black-haired champion child.
He knows it as the gaze of another Master.
But he is too young to hold that chasm
In his gentle, solemn hands that touch
With only chagrin and the deepest care,
The things that Masters wash their hands of.
Still, he is strong, this golden-eyed child,
This black-haired, golden-eyed child,
And such strength should be keep beneath
The wraps of purity and silent triumph.
The boy nods and meets his steady gaze,
Pleading for him to p
A Nameless SoldierA Nameless SoldierA Nameless Soldier6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night is cold and the camp is still
And young soldiers sit equipped to kill.
Yet no one speaks for no one needs
To remind the others of war time deeds.
So silence endures as one sits alone
Reading, again, the post from home.
A proud father, mother and darling cheer
For their soldier, hero, love and dear.
A father, who understood awaits
For his son to enter his garden gate.
Three years he waited for his return
And grasp a heros hand so firm.
A mother wished her soldier well
Never hinting him of her living hell
For in her letter she writes a lie
Though in truth she fears her son will die.
A sweetheart longs for his embrace
And yearns for her loving partners grace.
She ardently believes love conquers all
And shell see her beloved before the fall.
A boy of nineteen is too young to marry.
Yet this simple soldier at arms will carry
The burden upon the gunmans hill
That was a higher powers will.
This soldier knows that through his glory
RE: Obstruction - Chapter IV[Resident Evil Obstruction]: Chapter IV - DepartureRE: Obstruction - Chapter IV4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CIA Agent Jacob stood at the door waiting for Chris; instead it was interrupted by Rebecca. As she entered the room, Rebecca reached for her father; General Chambers was ready to intercept his daughter. During the same moment, Jill walked further into the room already seeing by the faces and imagery that something is wrong.
"Hi dad!" Rebecca said grasping his hands
"Hey Becky I thought I told you to address me otherwise?" General Chambers raised a brow
"I'm sorry, I can't help it " Rebecca gave a weary smile
"Jill, you are looking much better." Sheva said making contact with her shoulder
"Yeah, Rebecca did a good job." Jill and Rebecca looked at each other with Rebecca at her father's side proudly nodding to one another
"What is going on?" Jill asked
"There is a new B.O.W " Chris said
"WHAT?" Jill expressed
Rebecca gasped "Is that true?" asking her
A MarineIn November 1775, I was born in bomb crater. My mother was an M-16 & my father was the devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm & I can shoot a round through a fleas ass at 300 meters. I travel the globe, festering on anti-Americans everywhere I go, for the love of Mom, Chevrolet, baseball & apple pie. I'm a grunt. I'm the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little Son of a bitch that's kept the wolf away from the door for the 225 years. I'm a United States Marine. We look like soldiers, talk like sailors, slap the shit out of both of them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army & the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th day, when God rested, we over-ran his perimeter and we've been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God. Semper Fidelis.A Marine4 years ago in Letters More Like This
- A Marine
Art TherapyI'll fill the hole you leftArt Therapy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with vibrant colour
familiar ochre, painting
the words I failed to write,
because those words now
have another task,
a grander task,
to fill the gaps on this
white blank page.
This hole you left is cold,
dull, lifeless, silent,
so I'll brighten it, cover it,
shout into it, play the notes
you taught me to liven it,
sneak into it in the dead of night,
with a stencil and a spray can
to leave a permanent mark
this permanent art
on every moment we're apart.
Marine Corps Rifleman's CreedThis is my rifle.Marine Corps Rifleman's Creed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my rifle is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make.
We know that it is the hits that count.
We will hit.
My rifle is human, even as I am human, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and I are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy.
Day of The DeadThe hull of our steel tomb trembled to the beat of the engines as we flew toward our final resting place. The others sat quiet, recalling their last memories of tranquility and peace before they enter the unforgiving bowls of war. Our armor covered our bodies, and what was not was protected by a layer of the micro-fiber suit. My rifle sat between my legs, yet to be charged and ready and ready for firing.Day of The Dead4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being you are human, I must explain myself I assume. My people have advanced to plasma grade weaponry. The plasma shots, look like glowing bullets almost, and act the same way, but are much more sophisticated than just projectiles hitting targets. First, the casing around the plasma is fired and electromagnetically charged by the firing system that continues down the barrel. Once ejected, the round is live. When the round is life, the charged casing is "gel-like", hard enough to retain i
The Espada QuizCoyote Starrk:The Espada Quiz5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[ ] You are lazy/sleepy most of the time.
[ ] You have brown hair.
[ ] You like wearing things like a scarf or a necklace.
[ ] You don't like being alone.
[ ] People underestimate you a lot.
[ ] You prefer to be laid back then rush everything.
[ ] You aren't afraid of aging.
[ ] You think things like skulls are cool.
[ ] You like wearing chains or thick jewellery.
[ ] You have a lot of scars.
[ ] You like being in charge.
[ ] A lot of people look up to you.
[ ] You care a lot about your friends.
[ ] You have blonde hair.
[ ] You are female.
[ ] You are usually quiet.
[ ] You keep your composure most of the time.
[ ] You don't let people get to you with rude comments/actions.
[ ] You have pale skin.
[ ] You always listen to what you're told to do.
[ ] You have green eyes.
[ ] You never act without thinking first.
[ ] Your hunches are usually correct.
[ ] You tend to keep
I Don't Know the Time of Day You Were BornWas the first light you saw theI Don't Know the Time of Day You Were Born1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
vibrating glow of oncoming morning
that creeps up on us night after night
or maybe the sun was high in the sky
when your eyes first blinked
as it was when we explored
the other side of the world
or were you greeted by the stars,
the very same we gazed at from rooftops
how humid the air you first
sucked into your lungs
to scream out at this world before
finally breathing it into me.
RukiHime-A Deep Love One night, Rukia decided to go spend the night at Orihime's house.RukiHime-A Deep Love5 years ago in General More Like This
"I'll be back tomorrow, Ichigo,"she told Ichigo.
"Just be careful,"Ichigo told her.
"You know you don't need to worry about me!"
"Huh?"Orihime said when she heard a knock on her door,"Who could that be at this hour?"
She opened the front door.
"Kuchiki-san!"she exclaimed joyfully,"What are you doing here?"
"Mind if I spend the night, Inoue?"Rukia asked,"We don't spend enough time together!"
"Of course, Kuchiki-san! You're always welcome here!"
Rukia walked in, and Orihime shut the door.
"I'm really glad you came to visit, Kuchiki-san,"Orihime said sweetly,"To be honest, I feel quite lonely tonight."
"You are?"Rukia said,"Well, here's something that will ease that."
Rukia put her hand on Orihime's cheek, and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Orihime blushed bright red.
PainPain is...Pain9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Calling of a MarineWhen I am called to dutyThe Calling of a Marine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wherever wars may rage
Give me the strength to save a life
Whatever be their age
Help embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or even save an older person
from the horror of war's fate
Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout
To quickly and efficiently
Take the enemy out
I want to fulfill my calling
And to give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect their property
And if according to my fate
I have to lose my life
Please bless with your protecting hand
My Family, the all in my life
It ItchesIt itches and it bothers meIt Itches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want it to stop
I want to feel alive
I want to know another emotion, than this goddamn pain!
If she knew what I felt
What I dream, What I hope
The only things that tells me that I'm alive
Is this pain inside my heart and the memories in my head.
The only thing that keeps me going is this, hope
The hope for a better future, a small hope, enough to keep me going
A hope for a future where someone loves me back as much as I love them
A hope where people I care for stays, and will stay, not leave.
I won't lie, I hate my life, I hate my choices, but I believe in god
And I know that he doesn't abandon his children
I will live, and he will guide me, for a future I deserve
Either if it's under a box in the street, or as a loving father and husband.
I don't care, all I know that it itches, my wrist itches
But it's the itching that keeps me alive, it's the itching that makes me know
That I'm who I'm and I can't change, even she couldn't change me.
I won't give up, I
Bleach OC: SwarrmBleach OC: Swarrm4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: Unknown (Apparent age is vague)
Alliance: Cuarto Espada
Appearance: Swarrm is a bit of an enigma, even amongst the generally eccentric and fearsome population of Hueco Mundo. In the various records of its presence, some of which date back nearly a millennium ago, it always appears as a sort of Hollow-equivalent of the Boogie-Man. No two accounts agree on what the mysterious Espada actually looks like. Some say that Swarrm is a gorgeous, fluid woman with raven hair and crystal skin and deep brown eyes that could swallow a man whole. Others swear that it's a strapping young man who's neither too muscular or too frail. Still more speak of a small child with one blue eye and another made of glass. The evidence points to multiple conclusions regarding the actual nature of Swarrm. It's possible that it possesses an innate shape-shifting ability; a technique that isn't all that unique amongst the vast p
A Loaf of Bread and a Bottle of MedicineA Loaf of Bread and a Bottle of Medicine10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(It is highly suggested you read the author's notes below before reading this story.)
The capital city of Vale was a beautiful city.
The people who lived in it were friendly. The streets were more or less clean. And more often than not, the sun warmed them while they were out on their walks.
Seven year old Weiss Schnee- correction, seven year old Princess Weiss Schnee looked around in delight as she and her father walked down one of Vale's main streets. As was their custom, she and King Schnee were out currently doing their rounds of the city. Unlike custom however, today they were walking on foot, rather than passing through via carriage. Usually Queen Schnee joined them on their walks, but today the queen was feeling a bit ill and chose to remain inside the White Castle to rest.
Their normal contingent of guards (which usually ventured into the double digits) was reduced to two, Sir Cardin Winchester and Sir Sky Lark. Sir Cardin Winchester was a very burly man
Drifter.i am the drifter.Drifter.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i wonder, from place to place.
uncared-for, and unwanted
i am the wanderer.
and i try in my life,
but i find my goal already acheived,
by that which i hold dear.
i seek my peace
my happy land,
where i can be content, free from strife.
and lose the memories of this past..
i am the guardian
and i protect the ones i love,
the ones who i deem life
should be free.
i am the shoulder to cry on
and i am the support,
a voice of love,
for those that love has forgot.
i would die for them,
i would lay down my life
i would suffer the torments of this world
just to see them smile.
but what of me?
what of my life?
what of my needs?
well, that is a different story.
i turn for help, and i find,
that the knife in my back,
is held by those,
whom i have protected.
whom i have held. whom i have loved.
but do not weep for me,
do not throw false hopes upon me.
for i have teetered on the brink before,
and i will do so again.
do not bleed for me,
for in my ow
Remember Your DuesRemember Your Dues:Remember Your Dues1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think you can forget it;
As soon as you forget it,
Believe you will regret it,
Relieved of all your credit.
Your honour and your lifestyle,
Curled around my knife while-
You sit and play your games,
Thinking everything's the same.
But I'm watching and I'm waiting;
This patience suffocating,
But it's worth the while I'm waiting
For this hatred I am facing.
You thought it was forever,
And so you did endeavour;
To pretend the chains and ties,
That bind you; they have died.
But the fact is you have lied;
Forgotten where you're tied.
The markings on your side,
Remember why you hide!
But its too late for apologies;
The ice has just cracked -
And my gun has just cracked,
And soon you're getting capped.
No love for another traitor,
No love for another hater.
Remember who is greater:
A king or his creator?
-C-Dragon, 22nd April 2013
Then by All Means...... Send me to hellThen by All Means...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If something as pure
As sweet, sweet, ever lasting love
Is a sin?
Then by all means, send me to hell
If the fact
That I am willing to DIE
For the one I love
If the fact
Isn't as good as yours
Then by all means, send me to hell
At least I know
That if I cannot spend a true eternity with her here
But I can there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I'll shield her from the engulfing flames of it
I'll fend off the devil himself
I'll keep her safe and happy
And if the only way I can do this is there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I do not fear
Nor loath it
My only fear
Is for you
Because what you do, too, is sin
Then by all means
I'll see you there too.
TF2: The Doc is In"Come back! I promise I vill heal you!" The German scientist chortled with glee as the puffs of steam from his syringe gun wafted past his cheek, a maniacal grin on his lips as the needles stitched a stinging pattern in the wall as the bulky soldier hurled himself through the flimsy wooden doorway, sending splinters in all directions. The line of venomous syringes whizzed over his helmeted head as the medic rounded the corner after him.TF2: The Doc is In6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You are looking for a dishonorable ass-whupping if you keep this up doctor, I give you one more warning to surrender!"
"Your stupidity amazes even me Herr zoldier." The sound of a fresh batch of needles being locked into place filled the room. "You and your Frauleins have lozt, just give up and you vill be hurting a lot less."
The crunch of the medics boots over the fallen rubble sounded distinctly ominous to the soldier, who had never been in a situation where a scientist was threatening him. He seized one of the desks in the pitch b
Commandments of being a scoutThe Commandments to being a Space Marine Scout :Commandments of being a scout7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
1) Thou shalt not refer to the Adeptus Soritas as "Bolter Bitches," nor shalt thou go anywhere near our sisters during the time of their "Red Rage," lest thou wishes to be the first human to enter orbit without the aid of a shuttle.
2) Thou shalt not comment on the odd shape of the Inquisitor's head.
3) Thou shalt not do "wheelies" or "donuts" on you bike.
4) Thou shalt not have a "kegger" on the eve of battle, thus making yourselves less effective on the morn.
5) Thou shalt not refer to the Almighty Emperor as "The Righteous Dead Dude."
6) Orks are not "cute!"
7) Thou shalt not make jokes about the Imperial Guard's weapons.
8 ) Thou shalt not refer to the Rhino transports as "pimp wagons," nor shalt thou use the phrase, "If the Rhino be rockin, don't come a knockin."
9) The Chapter Master is not a "drag".
10) Thou shalt not check to see if your bolt pistol is loaded by looking down the barrel!
11) Thou shalt not go on panty raids into S
Caboose's Best LinesCabooses' QuotesCaboose's Best Lines8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I'm never gonna get married. My father always said: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"
"Mr Church? Sir? Sorry about calling your girl a slut."
"That guy Tex is really a robot... and you're his boyfriend! So that makes you... a gay robot."
"Don't ever. Be. Alone."
"Goodbye Major Cinnamin bun! I will always remember your buttery goodness!"
"Shiela! Come back to me! I made you a muffin!"
"My name is Michael J. Caboose, and I. Hate. Babies!"
"Your toast has been burnt, and no amount of scraping will remove the black part."
"I will eat your unhappiness!"
"What was it? A helicopter?"
"Look! A te-le-ma-scope!"
"That red guy has captured Tex! I am going to shoot him, and kill him, and free Tex! Then Church will forgive me for shooting him, and we can be friends."
"Tucker did it."
"[Donut] I think this is what they call the calm before the storm." "[Caboose] I call it naptime. Which is right before food-time! And then comes food-naptime! That
TF2: Grey MatterThe disused office building provided perfect cover for the Sniper to move about unseen. The dusty floor gave off puffs of matter as he crept quickly through it, his rifle gripped tightly in his fingers.TF2: Grey Matter6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A crackle of static passed over his ear piece and told him that the Red scout had been sighted near the hidden entrance to the Intel bunker, and that the last opportunity to stop him would be the street outside the Sniper's position.
Confirming the message, the Sniper darted into the nearest room and looked around. The room appeared to have been a managerial office of some kind, though any personal effects had long been removed.
With one hand still clutching his rifle, the Sniper dragged the huge black office chair over to the shattered window and seated himself, his steely eyes drinking in the silent street below them.
The city was just too big for two small teams of troops to battle in effectively. The chances of encountering an enemy were dwarfed by the more likely result of getting
Eerie Fog Event Part 3Eerie Fog EventEerie Fog Event Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jasyn and Lutrougemon ran down the hall as yet another group of digimon chased them. Their laughter echoed around the building, seeming to come from everywhere at once.
After leaving Kristie and Panthetomon's room, the partners had made their way to the third floor landing where they were promptly ambushed. They had dodged the ghouls at first by hiding behind some trash cans, but were soon discovered by a separate mob going in the opposite direction of the first.
"I'm getting really sick of this," Lutrougemon panted as they ran.
"Just keep running," Jasyn gasped back, "We might be able to shake them when we turn that corner coming up."
"Why don't we just stand and fight?"
"No! You're far to outnumbered. Plus you said it yourself: you've never been in a real battle."
Lutrougemon seemed to accept that answer and remained silent.
They approached the corner at top speed.
"It's a trap," yelled Admiral Young, a charac
Spark Chapter 1Chapter 1Spark Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rainbow Dash lay on a cloud, head in her hooves, looking out at nothing in particular. She had to keep her gaze down to keep the sun out of her eyes, and ended up pony-watching. Nothing in particular was going on; it was early enough in the summer that the heat hadn't gotten bad, but after planting season. Ponies went about their business in the late morning, a few deciding on an early lunch while most ran errands or still worked. Nothing special at all. At least, until she saw Fluttershy rushing through town with full saddlebags. It was odd enough to see Fluttershy in such a hurry, let alone with her packs. Rainbow Dash decided to see what her longtime friend was up to and took off from her cloud. She easily caught up to her Fluttershy by flying just above the ground.
"Hey Fluttershy. What's up?" she asked, making her flight look casual next to the hurried pony.
"Twilight said it was an emergency!" Fluttershy explained. It really came out more in gasps; Fluttershy was hardly