12 Virtues1. Courage
When you encounter a challenge, and are unsure what to do, never hesitate.
Go with your gut.
Have the integrity to realize what is right, and the courage to stand up for what you believe in. Always stand up against those who mock you and those you care about. And always have the courage to admit when you have done something wrong, or are doing wrong.
Take hold of your body and seal it.
Sex is the gift of completion.
The mind and heart must be truly fulfilled, before you engage in the act of lust. Let yourself not be alleviated by the stirrings in your body, but rather by the care and affection of others.
Sex is connection between you and the one you truly love.
NOT mere lust.
Do not put your cravings farther than necessary. Eat food and drink only to keep yourself in good health and in good spirits. Waste none.
Food is the essence of life.
It is NOT the essence of being alive.
If you have all you need, do not
Red Temptations, The beginningShe lay there, cold, lifeless, her body sprawled in different directions like a ragdoll dropped by a small child. His hands, gently cradled her head, a low growl coming from his throat. "Leilah..." he growled, eyes darting warily. "I swear I will kill you for this! For killing Lunaria!" He hissed, his eyes darkening to a pale coal. He lowered his head to the unmoving girl's neck, restraining another growl. He gently set his mouth on her neck, his sharp teeth piercing the soft skin. Her body let out a small yelp before going limp. The blood poured, darkening the concrete to a dull crimson. He drank it, faster, hungrier. He had to save her. He growled, bringing his mouth back. "It's all I can do...she'll be in extreme pain....but she'll be alive." The frail girl wriggled in his arms, wincing a bit before her eyes opened slightly, revealing a pinkish tint to them. She coughed, blood pouring, flooding her mouth, her eyes widened. The males name was Cethin. Lunaria remembered him.Red Temptations, The beginning7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Poem of SeparationI stand before a hollowed ground.Poem of Separation7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the air around me is pure and golden, devoid of all sin and regret.
In front of me, is a large gateway, glowing with life.
This doorway ahead of me is made of solid lead.
I cannot see what lies on the other side of it.
There are two pillars on each end of The Gate.
The pillar on the left is made of pure diamond,
Decorated with thousands of tiny scratches.
The right pillar is made of tin, painted with a thin coat of gold.
There are a few marks on it, scratches tearing off the false gold.
The diamond glows a magnificent light,
And the false gold glows an ominous black.
In each and every person, The Gate waits to be opened.
The gold is forever happy living in denial,
Fleeting moments, pety arguments, and little achievements.
Yet I chose the Diamond, instead of the easier side of life.
Why did I chose the more difficult of virtues.
Why was my life pre-destined to end here?
The Gate opens.
Warm and tender hands run down my body, I am loved.
I know not w
DirtAnts.Dirt7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking up and down their hill,
Collecting food, living as one.
Think not of yourself, but the colony as a whole.
Spend everyday, the only motive being to gather dirt.
Dirt is why we live, Dirt is all that life is.
How precious this dirt must be.
You work all day with no reward or thanks.
Your sacrifice is all for naught.
The cold harsh winter is closer with every minute.
All your efforts are in vain.
For even the thoughtless ploys of a child's hand,
Can destroy everything you live for.
Investing your existence on pointless, ephemeral things, on dirt?
Is truly sad.
Run back and forth like a little ant on the ground, running in line.
You will never find happiness this way.
Do not become a cog in a machine that will soon cease to exist.
Do not give into the world and accept what is put upon you.
You have a mind.
You can reach for the skies.
However, you cannot achieve your dreams,
If you still care about the dirt.
Eulogy for MankindThat man who worships a different god that you.Eulogy for Mankind7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That woman who is in love with another woman.
The family who's skin is a different color than yours.
Such trivial things.
We are all the same.
Each and every human being lives by the same code.
A code of chivalry, and morals, and pride.
There are some minute differences, but all you do is squabble.
That man's uniform is different than yours.
You do not know that man.
But you look down on him.
A general spews out an order that the man is evil.
That he is your enemy! You must fight him!
Fight with that man, without even knowing why.
He is your brother, he is no different from you.
Your brother, a fellow human being.
Judge not by how you are different, but how you are alike, for we are all the same.
We all wish to love and be loved.
We all simply wish to believe what we want.
We are all one, don't you see...
We all wish for our dreams to come true... Yet in order for us to believe in our dreams, We must mock the dreams of others.
Your god mu
My LoveMy Love for you cannot be bounded in wordsMy Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Love You cannot be.....alone
with out my tough and warmth
as long as we're together we'll never be alone and cold...
so long as I have you, nothing will tear us apart
Until Death Do Us Part...
may we always be together and warm with love
Heart and love is all we need to survive . We don't need anyone else but just the two of us together and forever
I wana be with you night and day...
Together and forever looking up at the glistering star's up above as the cold night begin and the journey begins anew but familiar....eyes opening..
nights under stars.late one night, you stayed up to count the stars with me.nights under stars.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i pointed to one and said, 'that one doesn't have a name.'
you smiled and said, 'let's name it alyssa, then, so it'll have an identity.'
but names and identities are not the same, and i wish i knew how to tell you this. it didn't matter anyway, though, because the alyssa star exploded the next day.
'do you think the moon has a name? and do you think the moon is keeping it a secret from us?' i asked another night.
'no,' you said.
'could we give it a name?' i asked.
'no,' you replied irritatedly. 'it doesn't need a name. it's only the moon; it's only the earth's moon. it doesn't have an identity outside of that. it doesn't need one.'
but it does need one, i wanted to say. it really does.
because i know what it feels like to only be known as a possession of something or someone else.
and another night, we stared at the stars from a tree in my backyard. you wrapped a blanket around me and k
ScreamsSlit my throat and watch the blood,Screams7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Streaming down my skin.
It only hurts a little bit,
But the screaming never ends.
Follow me everywhere,
Pretend I will never know.
I don't know where you're hiding,
But I do know that you're watching.
Sing me a love song,
To strangle me to sleep,
But don't feel guilt,
I'll pretend it's just a dream.
Cut me in a thousand peices,
Hide them in the sea.
I know you won't remember me,
But you won't forget my screams.
memories of melodiesBroken melodies.memories of melodies5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Misery. It's what I feel when I listen to the songs I used to perform for you.
We would sit for hours and the weaving, acoustic notes would envelop the air around us.
I would sing, only because you were too shy to; but sometimes you would join in and then my heart would skip a beat at your voice. Your sweet vocals would caress the lyrics and make them so much more than they originally meant. You always had a way with music.
Burning. The feeling in my stomach when I look at the instrument I taught you to play.
I remember that day, we sat under our tree. The leaves were beginning to fall and the wind chilled you to the bone but you didn't care. You wanted to learn, you were always so eager. We started simple with some basic chords and within two months you were almost a pro. I loved the way you could pick up something new so perfectly.
Torture. The pain of emptiness, when I realize you're gone and all that remain
So BrokenWhy herSo Broken7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why her too
She was so damaged
Finally on the mend
And now thanks to you
Shes broken again
Youll pass her by
You dont know shell dream of you tonight
Your face imprinted
A reminder of how hard she fell
You just let her crumble
And you pass her by
Leaving someone else
To help her piece her back together
You know this
Just how you know how to hurt the healed
DesolationThere isDesolation5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of the soul.
It is an
to deny this
into the corners
of my mind
where the memory
of you died.
June 19th, 2010
HumanI may never meet youHuman7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
share with you
or feel with you
but I will think of you
and wonder if you do some of the same things that I do
I'll wonder if you have some of the same reasons that I do
and I'll think of everything
that keeps us apart
I'll want to ask you questions
so I can think on everything
that holds us all together
of all this
I'll want to tell you that I love you
because of everything that you are
because of everything that you'll be
because of the world that we share
and because of that heart wrenching condition that keeps us all