Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in, come in...
Why go back home, why turn around?
The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?
Come in, come in...
There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.
Here the trees twist, the branches twine
the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.
You won't get far, not moving a muscle.
Don't be afraid...
You could always stay
just till darkness falls?
Move.. come on, the forest calls!
Go on, and don't look back
Just follow the track, step by step.
No need to bring water, no need to bring bread
in a candles eye...a post death sleeping beautyin a candles eye...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is deception through his eyes
reflecting a paradise of a ghosted love
etched with only his version of collected memories
in shadows of imagined surrender
even as she talks of wishing wells of new futures
he cannot hear the crackle
of graveyard sticks and stones beneath her feet
so when will his aphotic fantasies end?
will it be when fireflies and halos become
a mother's song of whispered secrets to the babe
or when lace wings and grace are the mistings
of hurricanes within a soul?
or will it be when she wakes beside you
enveloped in your touch, cradled in your kisses
and singing the songs that nestle within your name?
then when you are the moon to her hearts star
will he empty her from his tangled delusions
to chant quietly of what he could not hear to remember
..."she spoke of wings
.......and in the distance
.............was the face of another"
her words were the feathered driftings of the mind's eye
Be Thankful for everythingPretend you could take everything you dont like about yourself, every experience that pains you and peel it away like dried paint. Now place it in a box, an old shoe box from a pair of shoes you wore once and will probably never wear again. Seal the box, with duct tape, super glue anything to keep it shut, anything that will lock it away. Wander into the woods, a field, a place no one goes and dig; dig till you disturb the worms and the bugs, dig till you see the water break through the mud. Now throw the box in, cover it up and walk away. Don't look back.Be Thankful for everything7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Five years later you return, youre older, wiser and yet you still have come back here. You dig, dig back into the earth you cast yourself away in so long ago. The box is there, its worn and wet, almost not a box but something living. Open it.
You find yourself back at the beginning with the things you hated most. Yet, now you wonder why you did such a thing. Inside that box are not traits and memories that disgu
RagePleased to meet you,Rage9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who am I you say?
I am one of death and fire.
I am one who will make you pay,
The softly speaking liar...
Are you so tired of these evil days,
That you would care to feel my rage?
Pleased to meet you,
So who am I?
I am one who will bring you down.
One who lets you die,
Leaves you without a sound...
On an iron cross to stay,
Open your eyes and taste my rage.
Pleased to meet you,
Care to guess my name?
I am the last of my kind,
but to you it seems the same,
That I am a state of mind
Let them die in this tin foil cage,
or let them free to Know my rage
Bride of ChristThe chair was too stiff for me, but I dared not move.Bride of Christ4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me, the shouts of hundreds demanded I be condemned. "Whore!" one of them cried, another "Liar and trickster!" The words stung, in part because they were true.
A gavel pounded down, barely silencing the angry crowd. I looked up only with my eyes, and saw Satan, beautiful with temptation and terrifying with sin, looking down upon me.
He smiled, and it was cruel. I knew my time had come. I could do nothing to save myself. What I had done could not be erased. I looked down at my hands, both resting lifelessly on my lap. They were covered with dirt and blood, the form of my sin made real on the hands of the one who committed them. They were heavy, and I could barely move under the weight of my sin.
Though I had no mirror, I knew I was bloodied and made dirty with every sin. Even my face
Meta Knight. Star WarriorA lone warrior walks purposefully through the castle hall. He passes intricate blue tapestries with hardly a glance; his gaze is focused on his goal. His hand brushes the hilt of his golden sword as he rounds a corner and continues down the hall. While his purpose remains fixed on his destination, his thoughts dwell on an earlier age . . .Meta Knight. Star Warrior5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
15 years ago.
Fireballs streak through the sky as a group of knights move furtively across the scarred, rocky terrain. Not long before, Olive Star had been a pleasant place, full of vegetation and animal life. One year's occupation by the Nightmares soon took care of that. Now it is a wasteland, and the Star Warriors have come to liberate it.
Or at least what's left of it.
The head knight waves for two others to scout ahead. He holds his position as the two dart forward and out of sight. The warriors behind catch up with the leader and turn to cover all directions
Young Meta Knight Chapter 1Sir Metaknight, Ive always wondered: why did everything happen the way it did? Im pretty sure that it wasnt coincidence that I grew wings exactly five years after I got here. Can you tell me anything? asked Kirby.Young Meta Knight Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, Kirby, it is true, it is no coincidence that you became more mature and gained the ability to speak like us. And it is no coincidence that you grew wings, as well. In fact, let me tell you the story of how I received mine. Or rather, how about I start from the very beginning?
Chapter 1: Beginning
Long ago, in this very land, there lived a mighty king and queen. They ruled with great concern for the needs of the people. They were loved by all, and did all they could to help others.
But what they didnt know was that a dark force was coming to conquer their land and shatter the peace, starting a new civilzation with him as the king.
He had been working for eight years on a project. He was attempting to create
Kirby- Legacy of Meta-KnightThe Legacy of Meta-KnightKirby- Legacy of Meta-Knight11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've had the honor to stand alongside one of the greatest knights the universe had ever known.
I have watched his rise, his fall, and rode along the currents of his determination.
A determination that nothing could weaken, that would never falter.
He was my leader, teacher, mentor, friend and confidante.
"Who is this knight?" one may ask. Not because one didn't know his name, for everyone knew of Meta-Knight's legacy. No, one may ask because in fact no one really knew who he was. He was stoic, compassionate, honorable, but those only described his behavior. No one knew what motive lay behind his actions, except for me, except for my brethren. We were nothing but four knights expelled from our respective kingdoms for our sheer incompetence. We had nothing, were nothing, until he came.
He didn't need soldiers; he was sublime. Yet in his kindness he took us in, trained us, cared f
Meta Knight X Fumu 1Fire flies illuminated the sky as Meta Knight sat on the dock at a lake on the outskirts of Wispy Woods. The moon glowed brightly and reflected off the water beautifully. Meta Knight often came here to escape reality. He had brought his gituar with him. He then lit some candles and placed them on lily floats that he floated out into the lake. As the koi nipped at the surface of the water Meta Knight tuned his gituar. Twang, twang, twang, twang, twang. The note slowly rising with each twang. The crickets chirped and the owls hooted as he began to strum a tune. Then sing.Meta Knight X Fumu 15 years ago in General More Like This
"The sun is setting....
the sky is turning red....
darkness is arising.....
as the moon rises....
time to go to bed.......
you are something to believe in....
I open up my eyes and ever see...
the beauty within......."
"within..." a female voice echoed in perfect harmony. Then silence. The trees rustled as Fumu strode out of the forest. "I never knew you sang or played gituar Meta Knight.
"Fumu! What are you doing here?
UnacceptedShe steps out from the dark,Unaccepted7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Viewing the world differently.
But she is shut out; isolated,
When all she needs is to be seen.
She takes a chance at life,
No one seems to care.
She has shed far too many tears
And wished upon unanswered prayers.
Never been taught the meaning of love,
For her only friend is misery.
She is broken from sorrow and hatred,
She doesn't know how to dream.
All she wants is to be heard,
But is consumed by fear.
She is practically invisible
No one would notice if she disappeared.
They have never understood,
How much pain she feels.
"Why can't I be accepted?"
This is one nightmare that is real.
She retreats back to the dark,
Lonely and unseen.
Her last attempt at acceptance
Had failed miserably.
it's raining in our hearts.four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into. your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt the most beautiful thing id ever seen since that would never count for anything. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt perfect since that tends to be so short-lived. but it was beautiful and perfect as you parted your lips and let your heart sing. it was raining outside when you said you loved me.it's raining in our hearts.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a week a
path to dublin or somewhereThe path to Dublin is a devout nomad, wandering this way and that under the feet of a season sprinting off into a little town to smolder in the field or in the sky, to end a life turned over on its colder side. The path to Dublin is covered in dust. Sometimes it is disturbed by hooves crested with uncertain horseshoes or feet guided by a mind too shy to ask faith for directions.path to dublin or somewhere5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes it remembers that the weight of the world once plodded above its head, curved its spine. Sometimes it just forgets and winds itself to the edge of a cliff where a lighthouse stands waving its yellow-sleeved arm in the distance, claiming to know where a road can finish its earthly sprawl into eternity.
Sometimes I think the path to Dublin is a river gone dry. The way autumn paddles desperately about as if it died drowning in another life leads me to believe this. The way the path wrinkles and scabs by simply running into a night's chill tells me that it spent its childhood on the leash of the sea, but
A Dusty Path I FaceI've never seen or touched those shoresA Dusty Path I Face5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I've never heard the sounds
Yet there is no reason why I'd doubt
Those unyielding graceful grounds
The wind is cool, the water brisk
But regardless of this fact
I know it's there and feel the warmth
Through belief alone I act
The broad trees gasp for clouded skies
The ponds grow slowly shallow
This arid land, to many, fear
To me: a path to follow
Through Summer's drought, through Winter's swell
Timeless is this scene
Burning passion; No more fear
I step out of my cell
I grasp my will; Release my past
These barren realms I chase
Forgive what was and seek new goals
A dusty path I face
Are you?Are you?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"oh, I didn't know you were religious.."
" Oh, they are very religious too..."
"Are you studying religion in school?"
No religious rules, or people speaking to me, could have changed my heart of stone. I attacked others verbally who even mentioned God, I had a disdain for faith. His love changed me. His real, true love. I follow God as a desire to be in relationship with Him who set me free. I know He is always there. He is like gravity, I could have yelled and cursed Him all my life, it would not change the fact He is. The Lord is without beginning, and without end, infinite in every aspect, righteous, and loving.
I understand now more than ever, it is not religion, it is a relationship.
And I know some will read this, and not understand, or scoff, and that's ok... though it is hard for me to say that. For I want others to feel His love too. But a relationship with God is a choice, and some will turn away his pierced hands, saying "no
The Timid LonerThe Timid LonerThe Timid Loner10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Samishii Hanyou
I'm the one standing all alone
Hiding in the background
Standing still as stone
All the while uttering not a sound
I can't sort out the cyclone in my mind
All these thing happening around me
Desperately searching for more shadows to hide behind
Distraught about things impossible to forsee
I see the happy faces
I go green with envy
Sure about their paces
all joining the jubilee
I stand frightened
Unsure of what to do
unable to carry through
All I do is hope
For someone to see
for someone to help me cope
to break these unseen chains and set me free.
SubauditionDear heart,Subaudition6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Do you remember how you always kept that old umbrella in the back of your car? It had found home there, even before I knew you.
The first time I saw it, it was lounging languidly against the grey seat as if it were feline and its ornate handle had burned a pale insignia into the upholstery. I liked to pretend you were royalty in disguise, and your grandmother, a distant Queen. It wasn't hard to imagine, with your Endless Night eyes, and Black Sea hair. I thought maybe you were a princess, or a fairy tale. Maybe you had danced till slippers fluttered in pieces to the floor, or spun gold on jeweled spindle wheels. Maybe you found escape in the secrecy of this stale and normal world, in books and cardigans and umbrellas.
You never used it, and when I asked you why, you smiled your eye crinkling smile and replied,
"I'm waiting for that perfect rainy day."
You never did make much sense to me.
Looking up at the grey sky, I couldn't help but wonder, what made it
The wall of fearI am the good Shepherd who delights in protecting his sheep. No matter how loudly your enemy blows our treats, no matter how utterly impossible deliverance seems, I will rescue you in the nick of time. I rescued Moses and my people at the Red Sea, though they doubted me. In their fear, they believed that the Egyptians had them trapped. The real cylprit, however, was fear.The wall of fear3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Don't let fear be a wall that keeps you from me. Know that I will never fail you. Remember that the worse your situation is, the more glory I receive for turning it around.
Your prsent situation is not about you at all-it's about me, and about my will and my purpose in this earth. Relax child, I love you. And like a fierce lioness protecting her cubs, I always come out to fighting on your behalf.
A Complete DistractionA Complete Distraction5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I was upset when you kissed me,
And suddenly I couldn't remember why.
It was like nothing else mattered,
Nothing but this feeling in its place.
I sometimes reread all the love notes you gave me when I feel this way,
Count all the times you could've missed me.
Day dream of all the times I dreamed about you,
And I've never dreamed about anyone as much as you.
So sometime I want to touch you in a small way every time I see you during the day,
Just to tease you, and know you'll think of me all the same.
But for now I only wish to savor your lips,
And this feeling surging unexpectedly from my chest.
SerratedMy mouth, my mouthSerrated5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pouring these confessions
(This gun, this gun
Loaded with transgressions)
My mind, lord, my mind
Pumping's a profession
For my heart, my heart's
Serrated in sections///
My eyes, my eyes
My thrice damned mouth
- Will Schenck
Dancing with the DeadYou love to dance with the dead,Dancing with the Dead6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tango warm in the dark
as your slippers
barely skim the night
under the willow spun moon.
You let them lead you
and pull you close
and gently trace
the blues of your face,
where stars hunt and steal
like shadow puppets.
You let them court you
and bed you,
the intimate twitch
of your silk
parting under fingers
that beg to touch your memories.
You let them explore
and feast on
the mystery of your limbs
as they fall against the sky,
watching you move
like a ghost
out under the slippery elms,
plucking ragged fire
from your youth.
Love, GirlDear Boy,Love, Girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to write letters to you. They were pointless and I'd never send them, but I wrote anyway. I used to have stacks and stacks, some just as long as this, others eight or nine pages, until I burned them.
I never signed any of them
I think I hate you.
When can I see you again? I miss you so much. I almost wish I'd sent those letters, now that it's too late, though you'd never get any of them. Come back.
I sometimes wi
That Blackened FrameThat blackened frameThat Blackened Frame5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Tarnished with age
Ripe with memories
The twins of
Consoled with colorless treaty
A moment in ageless tranquility
Twice I return
If only to gaze upon this consoling gloss
I return through the halls
If only to look one more time
The image creased
A quartered rectangle
This antiqued image
It brings forth new strength
This picture so old
In that blackened frame
defenstrating a window.collab.morning starts when daybreaks fragile security. its six am, and youre still alone at the bar sipping your best friends Liquor and Loneliness. the pub owners know your wallets name by heart and are used to your routine. you want to stop, but alcohol bottles pay your mind the rent and bills, so you let your liver take the debt instead.defenstrating a window.collab.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
the day ends when nightfalls asleep, when the moon shoplifts the sun and pulls oceanic strings in its favor. its six pm, and youre still passed out on the taproom floor. the roosters are calling, but you keep hanging up when you should be hanging on. and all this hanging reminds me of your windowpain. your inebriation shattered the glass like a hammer, and the broken window frame hungover your once-ambitious wall of fame reminds you of yourself framed and hung: you framed the window for drunk driving, and the bribed judge sent it