+The Teutonic Knight+ Part I: IN HOC SIGNO VINCES+The Teutonic Knight+ Part I: IN HOC SIGNO VINCES4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
+ The Teutonic Knight +
Part I: In Hoc Signo Vinces
It was very fortunate, he supposedas the snowflakes drifted down before his eyesvery fortunate indeed to have the Mother of God as one's patroness. Tancred von Marienburg pulled the cowl of his hood further down his face as another piercing gust of wind hissed through the stark-thin trees. A solitary figure in the immense, tractless forest, the young knight rode aimlessly through the ever-deepening snow. The road had long been buried under a veil of white, so that with each step, his horse sank up to its belly in the crisp, frozen snowdrift. As he rode over a particularly high mound of snow, he felt the soles of his boots brush the top layer with a soft, whispered hushing sound. Wherever he turned he glimpsed that eternal blanket of blinding, smarting white. When he looked up from the shadowy folds of his cloak, his eyes were dazed with the uniformity of white, as though the world gazed at him through a large
AgonyAgony10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I awaken to the scent of death,
My heart is on fire,
I gasp for breath,
Hatred fills me up inside,
Have I died
Immortal agony burns my soul,
Infected pain that you control,
I slip into morbid darkness,
A throne of madness
I'm weeping blood,
A crimson lake,
My mind is now empty,
My body, stained with heartache
This eternal sleep
Taking over my being
I drift away, shaken
Never again to awaken
La orbire - LimiteAm visat că m-am trezit într-un Univers paralel.La orbire - Limite7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Am resimțit totul de parcă abia am reușit să ațipesc, și m-am trezit brusc. A părut extrem de real; când m-am trezit în vis, știam și ce visasem în cele câteva clipe în care ațipisem: cădere. Genul de vis în care cazi, și te trezești extrem de brusc înainte să atingi pământul. Mi s-a părut ciudat însă că, deși dormisem numai câteva secunde, când mă culcasem era furtună, iar acum era brusc soare.
Cred că logic ar fi fost ca întâi să observ faptul că încăperea în care adormisem era fundamental diferită de cea în care mă trezisem. Numai că, uneori, deși un vis îți pare extrem de real atunci când îl trăiești, atunci când îl privești în stare de veghe, observi di
Elle and Mias Chapter 10The days drifted one into another, each passing without much fanfare or pause. She lived with the ghoul, underground in a cave-like dwelling. They shared stories and discussed books they had readLeadbury was surprisingly well read knowing more about Aristotle and Plato than she. He never pried into her past and occasionally she gave him vague details of what had transpired in the lonely depths of the Ágend family castle. That part of her life was past her and she refused to be a victim of circumstance. She recognized that she had made several keys decisions that lead to her misfortune. How could one night of carelessness lead to such tragedy? Never again would she act without reason or out of her better judgment. Never again would she act out of loneliness or from an attempt to fit in. All the philosophers she had ever admired advised against the exact lifestyle she had tried to pursue.Elle and Mias Chapter 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Living in the forest with Leadbury had been a great healing to her broken soul. She had b
Barbie"Why isn't Barbie a brunette?"Barbie4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because it's Barbie, she's been blonde since the fifties."
I glanced at the row of highlighter pink plastic boxes as we looked through the Girl's aisle at Wal-Mart. The fluorescent lights beat down on us and the neon glare had begun to hurt my eyes.
"She has blue eyes too, just like you."
"My eyes aren't blue, they're gray."
I promised my little sister that I would pick her up a toy from Wal-Mart when I came down from college for the holiday season. I had to admit, her method of inquiry was beginning to grate on my nerves. I loved her, but it had been non-stop sister-sister time and I was ready for a little space again. Thank God the term would be starting up soon.
"I'm not blonde or blue eyed."
I turned to look at my sister. She was ten, with an olive skin tone, gorgeous dark brown hair, and mysterious dark brownalmost blackeyes. When she grows up, I knew she would be beautiful, especially compared to
Learned from Star Wars RPLearned from Star Wars RP10 years ago in Humor More Like This
- Sometimes, you've just gotta do something that seems totally suicidal.
- Never touch a tech's tools. An angry tech is just scary.
- People you kill often have very large relatives to watch out for later.
- Thermal detonators make better holdouts than any blaster.
- Never open the trunk of a stolen vehicle. You'd be surprised at all the bombs stored there.
- Your family will be used against you. This is a law of nature, like gravity.
- Only the bad guys take drugs. Good guys just smuggle them.
- Don't ever believe some one is truly dead unless you killed them yourself. Have doubts even then.
- Droids are usually up to something.
- Fortune cookie Jedi don't belong in planning sessions.
- Dark gods are never all that they are cracked up to be.
- Always expect everything to be a trap. It'll keep you alive longer.
- When sneaky doesn't work, try flashy melodrama.
- Before kissing ANYBODY, make sure they're not related to you.
- Never expect sympathy from a droid. They're not programmed th
The Death of My ForefathersI weep and mourn a dead generation,The Death of My Forefathers7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now only seen in browning photographs.
A once-proud land of green veneration,
Now filled with strip malls as contractors laugh.
I weep for the death of my forefathers,
The Shawnee and Iroquois, strong nations;
Lost to the sight of the public bother,
Injuns--uprooted from their foundation.
America, were you once beautiful,
Or were you always marred with pollution?
The Ohio River is overfull,
Stained with an old blood-lusts execution.
The buffalo moan, caught in a wire cage,
Held back from freedom and an olden hope.
I mourn the death of the forests old age--
Ancient redwoods felled in a sickening slope--
Death of culture, tradition, and glad days
Came with Wounded Knee and Little Big Horn.
How could man cut down a tall mountains way
To make room for a molehill? This I mourn.
AmandoiMuguri veștejiți îmi cad alene în păru-mi moale,Amandoi6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bucle se-mpletesc pe umeri, cer noros, zâmbete goale,
Cruci pe dealul dinspre tine îmi umbresc poteca strâmtă,
Ciori parcă din cer grămadă stau de veghe-n poarta sfântă.
Toate câte le zărești în vechea grădină mută,
Ordinare pietre reci doar ascultă și ascultă...
Încordat în dorul strașnic noaptea vine; și te fură
Gândurile, lacrimile, fericirea ta nocturnă.
Plamadești în palme-ți grele plumb de ieri,plumb de azi.
E un sâmbure amar `conjurat de-un damf de brazi.
Te-ai minți singur cu clipa adunând roua din stele
Și-ai văzut cum mor pe rând,ai fost păcălit de iele.
Lasă totul să se ducă, varsă răul în izvoare,
a window opena window opena window open9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
LunaLunăLuna6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vrei o sută de sori
in ochii tăi,
să radieze căldură.
Vrei o mie de flori
în părul tău,
să-ţi ia un pic din ură.
Vrei luna toată si nespartă
în palmele grele,
nimic nu te sfidează.
Vrei înapoi copilăria
si anii netrăiţi,
totul se aranjează,
toti nimenii curaţi
încet in faţa ta
în moarte ei visează.
Vreau - nu mai vreau nimic,
am libera gândire,
tot ce-am vrut s-a scufundat
în simpla nemurire.
Blissful DoomJumping, dancing, all around me,Blissful Doom5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whizzing, flying, it never ends.
It all keeps spinning towards its finale,
The climax on which it all depends.
And there you stand, so still, unmoving
Your fateful glance so ever clear.
This heart, it yearns, still ever roaming,
Searching, longing, your love so dear.
I find you; draw me to my heart;
To me the key you gladly give.
The world in chaos still falls apart,
But in perfect harmony we live.
Serene and bliss, our love, it blooms.
In joyful ignorance we face our doom.
Arguments of BlissThese fights wont get me downArguments of Bliss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they steadily go round and round
in my head never stopping or pausing
now all I want is to hear you calling
because there is one thing that keeps me going
only one thing
the sound of your voice when your completely happy
as random and hyper as it gets
those moments are what gets me through the day
and makes me kick those thoughts away
the moments when you make sure I know you love me
the moments when I am your world
the moments I can close my eyes and almost feel you here with me
those are the moments I kill for
before you my fears were of ghastly things
spiders, snakes, sharks with those teeth
but since you my outlook has changed
I have only one fear
one tiny little scare in the back of my mind
that something will happen to create that finish line
but when I told you this I received words that were amazing
words that made me smile more than anything
the never the do nots and the loves
god I just wish they came with a hug
but its ok that they didn
Agony, a poemAgony~ By Sylvia aka MintyPianokeysAgony, a poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have a past most distrubing
Fooled by kindness, undeserving
Nameless fears you seek to drape
Shameful tears you can't escape.
Lost in madness, red with fury
Try to swim, but you will surely
Drown in angst just like before
Hold your breath and close the door.
Life Is Full of...Mentally unstableLife Is Full of...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is full of shit
AbuseBend me 'till I breakAbuse7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Give me all I can take
Strike a match and let me burn
My pain and suffering are what you yearn
Watch me fall apart
Take a dagger to my heart
I'm so sick of letting you rule me
Lofe to you is a child's plaything
But I know all the secrets you hide
Within, your tormented soul resides
A mask painted white
A twisted sneer you give this night
I slash my wrists, you black my eyes
I'm waiting for reckoning, for paradise
Crush my bones to dust
These iron bars turn to rust
I stare at you, my eyes pleading
Save me from this torment, keep me from bleeding
You sit there staring
I see you now, with no emotion, you're beyond caring
Am I the beginning
Or am I one of many?
Cigerette smoke rises and fills the air
Life just isn't fair
But at this point I just don't care
So black my eyes and I'll slit my wrists
Death's cold embrace is a reprieve
From the force of your mighty fists
Breaking PointBreaking Point8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
- Deci încerci să-mi explici că sunt singurul idiot care crede în asta, nu?
- Nope. Încerc să-ți explic că ești singurul idiot care crede în asta și nici măcar nu ești implicat
Și așa începe totul Pentru că niciodată cel care crede în ceva nu ia parte la nenorocitul ăla de ceva
- Și cum s-a ajuns la asta?
- Adică de ce am murit?
- Dacă vrei să fii atât de directă, da. De ce ai murit?
- De plictiseală
Pentru că așa moare totul din plictiseală
- Și de ce te-ai întors? Presupunând c-o să cred aberația pe care tocmai ai zis-o
- De plictiseală
Pentru că așa începe totul din plictiseală
- M-ai pierdut
- Da. M-a plictisit ce-am găsit acolo...
- Și ce-ai găsit?
- Pe mine
The Big ThingsExcuse me for placing stock in joyThe Big Things7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And believing certain things
Hoarding abandoned hopes and dreams
Forgotten wishes and silver rings
So what if I plan my own epiphanies and revelations?
Sometimes fate is a disappointment
Sometimes chance leaves one wanting more
And I'd rather save myself the regret
If my output
Really is all the same to you
Just hold your tongue, then!
'Coz I'm gonna keep doing what I do
I can't really deal with the big things
My mind won't wrap around them
But I'm good with the little moments
That don't seem to mean all that much
When they add up
They define who we are
I'm no good with building alternate realities
I don't ever think that completely
But I can create a real person
Who fits perfectly into the imagination
And who justifies a reason for its' existance
Someone you see bits of yourself in
If my output
Really is all the same to you
Just hold your tongue, then!
'Coz I'm gonna keep doing what I do
If my reasoning
Is what makes you act so crude
I'll find someon