Oaths of the Seven LanternsPossible Oaths of the New LanternsOaths of the Seven Lanterns8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In darkest hour,
With dauntless might,
Do not fear for forsaken plight,
Let know all those who fear the night,
No longer cower,
Hope shall be bright!
In hateful hymn,
In loving lyre,
Embrace all of loves undying fire,
Let this oath go ever higher,
Behold our power,
Violet hearts ire!
In coldest times
With kindest face,
Remove all indifference with haste,
Let spread benevolence and grace,
Release our power,
In warmest times,
With coldest brush,
When days are at its greatest lush,
Let generosity be a hush,
Witness our power,
Greeds burning rush!
In loving hymn,
In hateful lyre,
Be thus abound our scornful pyre,
Let the heart be forever dire,
Unleash our power,
Red Lanterns fire!
At the end of days,
At the end of time,
All the living will bear their crime,
Let all those who may
Poetry - The Untold Oaths Indigo, Indigo Tribe - Lay of CompassionPoetry - The Untold Oaths7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Through endless gloom, 'cross paths unkown,
Your pain and grief become my own,
When strength has failed, all courage flown,
Recall our rhyme--
You're not alone!
Orange, Agent Orange's Credo - Greed
On every world my lust will dine,
No other light will stand to shine,
Now lay your souls upon greed's shrine,
For all is naught--
'till all is mine!
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
DethklokRising with angst from the depths of Hell.Dethklok8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With gruesome looks and most putrid smell.
They walk to the beat of a double-bass drum.
With festering wounds from the guitars they strum.
Sent to spread havok by the most evil Devil.
In the form of bone crushing, brutal Death Metal.
The music begins and your skin starts to peel.
Ripping and burning till' you no longer feel.
As your head explodes they strike a grin.
The breakdown starts and sucks you in.
You now are a robot to the Devils machine.
You can be evil, or dead, there's no in-between.
You fall to your knees, they cannot be stopped!
HAIL! The all powerful, immortal, DETHKLOK.
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
As IfIf you can hold your drink when all about youAs If9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are losing theirs and aiming it at you,
if you can drive your car when all men doubt you,
but make allowance for the coppers too;
or need to pee but not be tired by waiting,
or after peeing dont forget your flies;
on politics or football start debating
and yet dont look too good nor talk too wise.
If you can drink and not make drink your master;
if you can talk and not make sense your aim;
if you can still stand up although youre plastered
and shout at passing women dirty names;
if you can bear to hear the truth tomorrow
of how you acted like a total fool
and caused your girl to sob in shame and sorrow
when you picked up that tart from Liverpool
If you can take your childrens Christmas money
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
and lose, and laugh like it was funny
and never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force yourself just to continue
to drink another pint of foaming ale
and stay upright whe
Last StandOn this mound of body's I make my standLast Stand9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For all that is right and true in this world
Evil climbs over their fallen to reach at me
I will not fall
I will not falter
For all that is pure
For all that I stand for
Let it guide my hand,
Let it flow through my arms like the blood in my veins
I stand-alone against overwhelming odds,
With everything to lose
No matter how many come,
No matter how many fall,
This evil will always exist
Its in all of us nesting in our core
No matter how pure the soul
No matter how pure the heart
Evil will always exist
I will make my stand regardless,
Because I refuse to believe that darkness can block out the light,
I refuse to believe all is corrupt,
I refuse to believe that anger, and hate is the answer
So here I stand against overwhelming odds with everything to lose
Zombie Country. Chapter 2.Zombie Country. Chapter 2.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Should we all go?" Splash asked.
"No, that'd be too dangerous." Vex sighed, he looked at Arya and then her body, Arya gave him a look and Vex caught it.
"No, no, maybe you should go because you're smaller." Vex suggested and Splash scoffed.
"But she's a female!"
"That doesn't matter. She's smaller so she has less a chance of being seen and-," Vex started but Splash cut him off.
"I don't care if she's smaller! I'm smarter!" Splash hissed.
"If zombies go after her, she probably has a chance of slipping between small spaces and getting away. Or even hiding." Vex hissed and Splash folded his arms.
Arya opened the back of the truck, the streets were deserted and a few of the shops windows had been smashed open. Vex handed her a large bag, "Just incase you find anything. Just get things that you think we'd need."
She slipped out of the truck with her bow in hand and the bag strapped to her back. Vex and Splash watched her as she pushed open the stores door gently and slid inside.
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 Marine5 years ago in Letters More Like This
- A Marine
The Avengers - First Halloween TogetherThe Avengers - First Halloween Together3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Steve was standing in Tony's bedroom. He was holding a bag, with something frilly and puffy sticking out of it, his face as he was about to cry. Tony was standing in front of him, arms crossed, a smug smile plastered on his face. How he got into this mess? Oh right..
some time earlier
"Party, party, party!!" Tony chanted as he was marching through the apartment. Steve looked at him from the couch, taking a break from his book.
"What party?" he asked, looking puzzled at Tony. The brunet smiled wildly and pounced on Steve's lap, straddling him. Steve didn't expect that and dropped the book with a surprised yelp.
"A Halloween party, baby!" Tony shouted excited, cupping his face.
"What? Halloween?" Steve's mouth twitched in a sarcastic smile. "Aren't you too old for Halloween?" Tony rolled his eyes.
"Not that kind of party, a one for adults! You know, spiked punch, and that stuff!" Steve removed Tony's hands from his cheeks and eyed him suspiciously. It was just another occasion for
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Steve+Tony Testing the Waters1Testing the Waters: Part 1Steve+Tony Testing the Waters16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (Captain America x Iron Man)
NC-17 non-con, m/m
**This story is a combination of the movie-verse and the comic-verse, occurring before the Civil War timeline
For perhaps the eighth time that night, Steve Rogers glanced at his watch, trying to be very discreet about it so as not to offend the group of people milling about him. He felt very uncomfortable and out of place dressed in a drab suit and tie - the suit stretched to the point that the seams were practically groaning in protest. Okay, so he might've bulked up a bit with all the wars and skirmishes that he'd been involved in over the past year. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were constrained enough to prevent much movement inside what he displeasingly thought of as a classy straitjacket.
Why had he allowed Tony to talk him into this?
Steve shifted to lean his right side up against the bar, lifted h
Steve+Tony Testing the Waters4Title: Testing the Waters 4/?Steve+Tony Testing the Waters46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (Captain America x Iron Man)
Rating: NC-17, m/m, non-con
Universe: A mixture from the movie timeline and the comic timeline before Extremis
Nearly two hours had passed since well, since Tony had been subjected to whatever the hell in that claustrophobic stairwell. Tony really didn't know why Steve had to keep using such modern terms like 'sexual assault' and 'attempted rape' terms that Tony had assumed weren't even assimilated into Steve's updated vocabulary. Anyway, it hadn't gotten that far, wouldn't have gotten that far. Steve had stopped it from happening.
Tony scrubbed at his arms harder, attempting to erase the bruises that formed the telltale shape of fingerprints. Philip's fingerprints. On his shoulders, the side of his neck and then there were the ones that were
Steve+Tony Testing the Waters5Title: Testing the Waters 5/?Steve+Tony Testing the Waters56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (Captain America x Iron Man)
Rating: NC-17, m/m, non-con
Steve was lost in a deep, comfortable sleep, having forgotten about the miserable anxiety of the night before. He burrowed deeper into the blankets and the fluffy pillows that Pepper had gone about supplying the Avengers with after Logan had shred his apart again. That incident had led to Carol's complaint about the pillows being old and moldy, a complaint that Peter seconded with suspicions of bed bugs. Needless to say, the Avengers hadn't had any trouble sleeping after most of the well-worn mattresses and pillows had been replaced.
But, the fluffy pillows weren't the source of Steve's content. Most of the credit for his enjoyable slumber was thanks to the warm, unclothed body that snuggled up against his own, wrapped in his arms. Soft, dark hair brushed against h
You Can Go Your Own WayThere was the ancient record-playerYou Can Go Your Own Way7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that hunched majestically in the corner
of the living room, its feet tangled
in the mustard-colored shag rug
that deadened the songs of
Ralph McTell, Gordon Lightfoot,
and Fleetwood Mac.
My parents were true Brits then,
missing home, wishing it was raining,
astounded by their overly friendly neighbours.
We smashed those songs
on the winterpavement outside
on our way to California,
my parents, no longer flowerdressed
and bearded, said records were obsolete.
Then came the pearl-colored boombox,
to play my fathers smuggled Beatles CDs,
between snatches and crackles of pop music,
the aerial forever in movement,
friend to coat hangers and duct tape.
the first time I heard Simon and Garfunkel
their CDs I hid on the bus ride to school,
and filled its silver mouth with
Third Eye Blind and Savage Garden instead,
laughed along as someone used it to play
Sir Mix-a-Lot through speakers
in the backseat.
DisturbedDisturbed11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thoughts of everything occurs.
Everything swirls in my head.
I'm happy one moment, and sad the next.
The decisions I make are never right.
The choices I take confuse me inside.
Everything bites me in the ass once again.
And I'm left alone with more of this pain.
Every moment, I feel the need to break down.
You won't find a smile, only a frown.
I can't smile when I feel like this.
My life, is full of tortured secrets.
I need to let go, of all the pain that's buried.
Everything that remains deep inside of me.
I seem to be holding onto them though.
I can't seem to just let these things go.
I guess I'm addicted to hurting me,
Whether it's physically, or emotionally.
I always hurt myself with the paths I take.
It's worse when others are dragged into this mistake.
I'm lost within, this I admit.
Choices I make, I seem to regret.
I always end up getting hurt.
Thoughts will ponder in my head forever.
Solitude: ch 1Roaring from the friction upon hitting the mostly Helium atmosphere, the meteor burned red, then orange, then white in mere seconds. It fell with the intent of leaving its mark on the moons surface and struck it with such incredible force it could have annihilated a populated city and lay waste to the surrounding area.Solitude: ch 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fortunately for everyone, this moon was barren as could be. The Helium atmosphere and lack of natural resources short of the silicon in the soil which gave it it's yellow coloring from space didn't really make it a prime location for terraforming. Another feature of the moon was an irregularity in its magnetic field, which drew a vast majority of the asteroids and meteors that came near straight to it.
In an underground compound on the planet, some 200 miles from the impact site, a red light blinked in harmony with a chirping alarm. The base was originally a meteorite examination facility with the purpose of gathering samples and learning what they could from them. Built
In My Master's EyesIn My Master's Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was standing on the edge of a precipice
and from it's edge,
I would have fallen into the bottomless pit
where shattered dreams and broken hopes snaked in blinded fury,
but the abyss closed on itself
and I found myself in a wood's clearing;
summer sun shining down upon me,
glittering the foliage of emerald green,
glistening the faint river of liquid sapphire...
And there I was,
lost again in my Master's eyes,
unfolding a landscape
only my heart could map
charting valleys and canyons of emotions deep;
had I been lost,
I didn't wished to be found,
had I been found,
I'd long to get lost in his universe again
In his eyes, the vastness of existence
was but a mere glance,
and yet ...
a glance filled with promises eternal.
RaveRaveRave11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pulsing beat of the music hums, caressing each body, lulling each thought. The colored lights flash, making the sweat shine and the glitter sparkle. The throng sways from side to side, each body perfectly in tune with the whole. A sweet escape, filled with techno and glow sticks.
Standing in the middle of the crowd, she found her peace. Crushed in the mass of life and light, she found her reason. Surrounded by fake grins and giggles, she found her release. She's found everything she wanted, and lost what she never had.
No one knows her name. No one knows her life. No one knows why scars line each milky white arm. No one knows why her neck is covered with finger tip shaped bruises. No one knows why she's crying. They don't ask either. And she likes it that way.
For now, she doesn't remember. She doesn't remember the pain, the blood. She doesn't remember his face, his name. She doesn't remember their sneers, their hatred. She doesn't remember dying inside, over and ov
Still LifeYou told me onceStill Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I smelled like a glass of water
And when I tell you
Water doesn't smell
The way you smiled at everyone
And told me
You crave water like you craved my skin
I told you once I preferred floors to walls
And you said that was because
I was woefully underappreciated
And I said that was because
I was spoiled
But you were never mine
Like the glass never owns the water
For an instant
The glass contains all of the waters being
And keeps secrets from spilling on the bed
I was never yours
And the way walls and floors meet
But never make love
Content to hold hands and lock joints
Except in catastrophes
When they tumble together
And strangers are left picking up the pieces
MutteringsMutteringsMutterings2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
let me tell you:
you inspire me to be better at writing.
to create things that stick to the psyche
like blackstrap molasses in the folds of yomari.
you make me want to unfold the pages
of my memory banks--
and i'd pay anything,
to remember more of my tales to tell.
just to have one more story to sale.
to analyze the creases in my palms,
just to find another way to tell people,
that my re(a)d palms are a symbol
of my grip being cracked.
and lack of jurisdiction.
even my words lack the conviction
of the law,
but I'll still turn myself in
and be arrested
for a lack of a confession.
Father's eyes begin to eclipse my sorrow,
distrust and misfortune foreshadow my future
as if in my hands lay a slain sparrow.
under his eagle eye
I ask him to spare me hope,
spare my life,
and spare my soul.
but you cannot swallow sin.
so I just wallow in this hollow tin
masquerading as my ribs
with the cloud of a swallow
sitting over my head.
writing until my knuckles
Singing and Silence "I'm not wearing underwear today!"Singing and Silence4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Steve, control him."
"Oh no, I'm not wearing underwear today!"
"Honestly, Steve, this is too much."
"Not that you probably care-"
"We don't, Tony. Believe me, we could give two shits about your underwear."
"Or lack thereof."
"Much about my underwear-"
"Steve, make him stop."
Turn Up The Heat*Warning* this is boy x boy- - Steve x TonyTurn Up The Heat4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tony sat down into the passenger seat of his jet, taking a drink from his whickey glass. He was about to turn on the flat screen when his phone buzzed in the pocket of his jacket.
He pulled it out and grinned at the contact.
"Are you on your way home yet?" Steve asked with a hint of whining.
"You know I won't be back till Thursday," Tony laughed at the thought of Steve sitting at home in STARK tower missing him.
"Yeah I know.. but can you come back early?"
"don't tell me you miss me and my dick," Tony said grinning.
"N-No way, I just have no one to cuddle with...plus it's freezing here and i don't know to turn the heat up."
"Just ask JARVIS to do it,"
"What if he...makes fun of me," Steve whispered into the phone, just incase JARVIS could hear him.
"I'm sure he won't ,but just in case, go to our bedroom," Tony said as he turned the flat screen on, not really paying attention to what show was on.
Steve did as he was told and wa