Adjustment: (1)Adjustment: (1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I’ll make it home, Lorthil. Don’t you worry. Always remember that I love you.”
Lorthil was told this by his wife and mate Letra right before she left their home of Rahale to report for military service. A war had begun far off to the southwest in the realm of Durnatel, where a radical group led by a man named Endane overthrew the monarchy and wanted to turn Mausolea into a powerful empire like it had been in time’s past. Working to help stop the coup and restore the monarchy to power alongside the remaining loyal Durnatels was the allied kingdom of Mausolea. Sending military support to the loyalists and exiled monarchy Durnatel unintentionally ignited a fearsome and bloody conflict which appeared to have no end or compromise. Three years and many lives later, the Mausolean forces withdrew along with the surviving Durnatel loyalists. The empire firmly stood its ground and did not expand any further beyond its borders, believing they had triumphed.
The Glass Unicorn, Intro.I always loved the way the glass captured the light, splashing an array of prisms across the wooden floor. Ever since I was a baby, I would stare, captivated, at the figurine for hours. In fact, it was the only reason I liked visiting my grandparents' house. The house somehow managed to be drafty and stuffy all at once, like an old attic clogged with cobwebs and ancient dust. My grandmother always kept the blinds drawn, explaining that light would fade the upholstery on her couch. But with the layers of dust, you could hardly make out the green and gold curls and spirals haphazardly stitched into the mud red background.The Glass Unicorn, Intro.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated the darkness and dreariness of the house. Occasionally I would bring my grandfather to my side and he would convince my grandmother to let some of the light in. "Only in the afternoon, when the sun isn't so strong," she conceded. Even then, she only pulled the blinds on one of the windows. But she always chose the right window, the one that cast the prisms from
The Glass Unicorn, Ch. 1The winter sun peaked out from behind the heavy clouds and offered its light to the window, filling the dormitory room with the illusion of warmth and offering some relief from the ever-cold temperatures that permeated every building on campus. Still, Trista shivered and pulled her blankets up to her chin, burrowing deeper into the soft down mattress pad as the sun once again slid behind the clouds that threatened to release their avalanche of snow any second. On the other side of the room, Melissa groaned and shifted. Trista knew she would be waking up soon.The Glass Unicorn, Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bracing herself for the cold she knew would hit her arm when she unwrapped it from the warmth of the cocoon she had wound throughout the night, Trista reached across to her desk and felt for the soft, engraved leather of her grandfather's journal. Her fingers found the warm leather and traced the dancing Kirin. She slid her fingers under the spine and brought the journal too her, letting out a small sigh.
She had nearly memorized
The Last Gryphon: The Battle of Bardrilundr(Contains Transformation)The Last Gryphon: The Battle of Bardrilundr1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is said the voices of the dead forever echo through time. That their songs remain lifted through the clouds which dot the sky, prophesying their long-suffering resurrection. It is in the legends how they are heard among the many and through actions how they are remembered among the few. The very deeds of mankind bore upon the fate of the children who long slept in death's slumber.
The blasting trumpets of the Legion marked the morning of winter's solstice, a day which would be remembered by the heroic actions of valiant souls. In that morning, as the trumpets thundered and Sielah rose from the east, General Livia Senusius, along with a gathering of her men, linked their arms and offered prayers to the sun goddess. The bitter cold chilled both the flesh and spirits of the soldiers as their standard was raised among the high walls of Bardrilundr.
General Senusius then gazed out among the fortress' high walls and out into the snow-strewn landscape.
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,Your Promiscuous Ways5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.
And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,
I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.
You don't do this often most of the days,
But when you do,
My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,
And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.
It's the kind of love I've always wanted,
The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,
And something I don't ever want to forget.
pretty words, dead flowers_ci want a boy that makes me weak in the elbows.pretty words, dead flowers_c6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i want him to drive a red camaro and put pens behind his ear because hes scared hell think of something he needs to say when theres no one around. i want him to never hesitate to hug me from behind or throw me over his shoulder and spin me until i swallow my spine. i want him to mess up my hair and pinch my cheek and then kiss me until my teeth are shaking and my nerves are smoking. i dont know where he is yet, but i know ill find him.
well, i won't make you weak in the elbows, but i can make you weak in your ribcage; i can tame the struggling butterflies and terminate your bloodflow. i don't have a car, but i'd rather take long walks with you across the vivace boardwalk, holding hands or locking lips. there's no pen behind my ears, but there's an eraser in my chest that can erase all your problems if you listen closely. i won't hug you when you cry; i'd save them for beating up the bastard who stole
Kiss You Good-bye Kiss You Good-byeKiss You Good-bye6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't want you,
To just turn your back on me,
Cause there is a look in my eyes,
That you really need to see
Before I let you go,
There's something you have to understand,
I'm telling you to leave because I have to...
I'm telling you because I can!
Kiss you good-bye!
I want you to die!
I want you to run away,
And get out of my life!
Kiss you good-bye!
As my tears run dry!
I won't be left alone...!
Until you're gone...
I don't want you,
To remember who I am
If you think about what you
to-not-do-list1. i will not fall in love in summer ever again.to-not-do-list6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. i will not flirt with some one i don't actually like just because i am lonely.
3. i will not wallow in self-pity.
4. i will not scare my friends away.
5. i will not be afraid to trust the world.
6. i will not let important things slide.
7. i will not do things for attention.
8. i will not lose myself.
9. i will not make rules i can't follow.
Summer HarvestSummer Harvest9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From across a meadow
in the glow of an afternoon
one can actually see the
stillness of her thoughts,
of peaceful existence in the
moment of a summer's day.
And, as I slowly walk,
I'm a recipient of the
contemplation before me,
smiling from the pleasure
as I take stock of her
flaxen hair flowing,
of the flowers
on her skirt growing
from the soil she sits upon
in her reverie.
So wistfully lost am I at rest,
that my feet are stilled, and I'm
filled with longing for what I'll
reap from my summer harvest.
fragilemy neck hurts,fragile6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm bending over
to touch the soft spot between your ribs
floating in salty water
close your eyes and mouth
hold your breath
until your lungs burst
little stirrings XVII: reachlittle stirrings XVII: reach4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scenting the currents
of everything I feel for you
how delicately fickle
when your lashes and
your fingertips and
your playful tongue
reach out to caress and tickle
sunflower.the hues licked from flamesunflower.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
born of the sun soon to die
a seasonal death
little bit harmfulSome of his books, he's noticed, have gone missing. He can't actually prove that Worth's taken them- he's never seen the man pocket one, or spotted one on the grubby desk of his office or anything- but hell, it's not like he really needs proof to blame him anyway. But trying to fight with him to get them back seems like a lost cause, so fuck it, he figures, and heads to the bookstore.little bit harmful5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Barnes & Noble in the mall isn't huge, but it's got all of what he's after and it's good enough to wander around in for a bit, at least. He's actually enjoying himself, right up until he turns a corner in the fiction shelves and nearly bumps into Worth.
They both pause, staring at each other; Worth doesn't exactly look startled, or sheepish, but sort of both of those at once mixed together with the usual smugness, condescension, and grime. His own mouth, he's pretty sure, is hanging open (seriously, Worth in a book shop?) but he can't even be self-conscious enough right now to car
:heartache flavors sunshine:dear tomorrow::heartache flavors sunshine:6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
you've put off your appearance too long. the sky is rebelling. pinpricks of light illuminate black canvas, a vigilent reminder of the you that we're missing. the dark is depressing, midnight choking down the world because happiness doesn't thrive here. why are you still hiding? i realize it hurts, the pugnant odor of misplaced hopes and heart-wrenching melodies, but you can't stay lost forever. you put your trust in his lies and he shattered your cloud-cover protections, but you need to move on. his light may have faded, but that doesn't give you the right to. come back.
your radiance is dazzling, glitter enveloping my irises as you stream through the window. you made the moon come out of her depression; she's a sliver of white in your clear sapphire portrait. it took you days to stop your blathering; the streaks of your tears still stain the hood o
November Haikuton 2010November Haikuton 20105 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
new month recieves
white carpet treatment
this is but sleep
you shall arise
old man sweeping leaves
we dip out feet into
in steel-toed boots
a single touch
say naught of
rain closes in around
can't tell day from night
wet leaves burning eyes
smells like fall
full moon induced
full moon swims
behind clouds stars won't
"suspended water droplets"
too scientific... call it by name
chéant feuilles d'arbre
sont en deuill
parking ticket -
past biting you in the ass
recall factory chimney
from my window -
exclamation mark to god
middle of november
winter coats replaced by
T-shirts... how weird
ash and smoke
LemonadeMorning lemonadeLemonade5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Left caramelized sunshine
Melting on my lips.
cure.i. she is the sand between your fingers, telling youcure.6 years ago in Other More Like This
to let go because sometimes
it's better to be totally broken than a whole missing that fragment of sand
slipping between gaps in finger-laces and you just don't have a tight enough grip for her.
ii. she is the sewer top after a rainstorm, telling you
that seashells never worked
and all she'll ever be is an ocean-soundwaves poser but sometimes
lies are prettier than the reality and you said relationships are based around honesty,
so maybe you don't know enough about fantasy for her.
iii. she is the star farthest from the earth, telling you
to never hold on to distant things because sometimes
they can be the brightest and still get lost in the sun-daze and moon-glow
and they'd just rather no one gave them love and took it away and you just don't have enough love to give to the brightest.
iv. she is the quicksand beneath your mismatch-laced shoes, telling you
that even if you're stuck, everything will have an end
and all she'll ever be
yesterday my haunterI so much dareyesterday my haunter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tell you the truth
'bout the hurricane causing my tears
but no words
would pass my throat
and not a vowel
would flee my mouth
Snow.stars fall from the skySnow.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
collecting in drifts.
a sister's eyesI think of thema sister's eyes6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and recall how wise
are the eyes of
my little sister,
oceans of blue grass
rolling island dunes
and the stalks of
her crowning pale glory,
but her eyes
are the constant
changing of seasons-
the silver grey
of low-lying mists
that roll in at dawn
after the night
gives up its gems,
to reclaim them when
she stirs from sleep
while I keep
clinging to her,
and I let myself
drift in her seasons
with eyes open,
feeling safe a while
in our single bed
Never Let Him GoThe tears no longer come to the surfaceNever Let Him Go6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fall inside my broken heart
'Sure I smile
Of course I laugh
But on the inside I'm dieing
Don't be sorry
Don't be sad
Just go on with your life
I'll be fine...
I'm always fine
But let me ask you this...
Did I really make it so easy to break me?
Easy enough to walk right in and out of my life?
You've broken me
But you'll never know
So why do I still care?!
I still love you...
Even though I know you're not the same person
You're not the person I remember
Not the person I fell in love with
Yet you still have my heart
And I hate it
This new you...
He's going to tear me apart
I've tried to bring you back
But I'm so tired of tryin
I've given up on you
You once told me when I had a broken heart...
I could either try to re-light the flame
Getting burned over and over again
Or I could just let go
I never thought you'd be the person I'd have to let go of
I'm so sorry it had to be this way
That this is where we end
But the old you...
Computerized Movementbobbing gracelessly,Computerized Movement5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
arms in the air; discothèque
at my monitor!
Breakfast in Bedshe awoke earlyBreakfast in Bed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and sent him out
for bread and milk
and the morning glory
of larks just opening their eyes
on the evening star's retreat.
the bed would stay unmade
let the cat forage
for sunshine under the pillows
and curl up
on the windowsill
with its tail till noon.
we'll sip earl grey tea
and discover just how sweetly