Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest6 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...6 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
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
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
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.
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
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
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 Warrior6 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
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
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
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 16 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?
Kirby- Legacy of Meta-KnightThe Legacy of Meta-KnightKirby- Legacy of Meta-Knight12 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
Landlocked 27 Ariel fidgeted restlessly on the beach as she waited for Jim to return. She was slightly worried because she doubted Jim could do much without her help. But he insisted, so she complied. Flounder was the first to appear.Landlocked 276 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How was shopping today Ariel? He asked enthusiastically. Oh, is that the dress you got? Ariel grinned, twirling and dancing to her friends approval. She explained with great fervor the whole day, including how Jim had bought her the blue gown as a surprise, the Blue Lagoon, even the fish-shaped dessert. By the end of her tale, Scuttle and Sebastian had also arrived. The seagull cawed, amused.
Sounds like that Jim kid as the hots fer you! He crowed, elbowing her good-naturedly.
Ariel started and her chest clenched. The hots--
Ya know, hes in lo-ove! Scuttle laughed like this was hilariously ridiculous.
What do you mean, in love?
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
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
tell me something that mattersyesterday, you were sorting through your pullover sweaters waiting for the winter to come as you thought about how you never feel warm even with your hands tucked into stretched out sleeves. you were wearing your favorite cardigan, buttoned sloppily down the middle so that the sides hung unevenly as you sorted through your even sloppier feelings.tell me something that matters6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
tell me something that matters.
tonight, youre in love with this wool coat that buttons uneasily and has pockets with holes in them so you lose both your rhymes and your reasons. youre finally realizing that your favorite song is the tune hummed by train horns at 2:40 am since you can hear the sound while you're lying awake thirteen blocks and four houses away thinking about how that was the backdrop to your late night romances in his house that lies parallel to the train tracks. youre convincing yourself that your heart isnt broken and you wear that coat even though it makes you sneeze since its dusty with memori
prosopagnosia.bruised shins and cracked spines.prosopagnosia.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've been trying to align my vertebrae with my wavering mind.
i already forgot what i'm trying to remember
with my headaches and blurring visions.
there was once a time when i had memorized
your face down to the freckles that decorated your nose,
and i could tell you the exact angle that your eyebrows made
over ever dark eyes that sparkled grey,
but now all that's faded to that point where
i don't even know you anymore.
it pains me to remember.
the white-noise in my mind when i try to picture your
spellbinding face is deafening.
looking for your features in my mind is like
tuning in to a station with static.
and i'm searching for the cracks of clarity
where our frames break open and i can finally see
except there are holes in the picture where you should be.
all this breaking apart is killing me,
and it's getting harder to find a place to hide your image
in my rapidly deteriorating mind.
it scares me to know that one day,
you'll be a stranger.
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 somewhere6 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
DepressedIt's been one month,Depressed6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
since you left me.
It's so hard.
Will I recover?
I think of you.
I think of us.
I long for those memories.
You're my everything.
You're my life.
Why should this happen?
Why should we be apart?
I miss you.
You're always in my mind.
In my dreams, during the day.
In my dreams, during the night.
I can't talk.
I can't eat.
I 'm not me,
like I used to be.
Do you know how it's like?
Do you know how it hurts?
Can you feel my agony?
Can you feel my pain?
To these words I say.
It's hard for me right now.
But soon, I'll recover.
I'll forget about you.
I'll leave you behind.
With all the memories.
All will be gone.
I will continue.
I will strive.
I will stop crying.
I will live my life!
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.
The lone wolfI am alone yet happyThe lone wolf8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some can wonder that I am hiding again
They fail to realize that I will never be like them
What they like
I find so very dull
They believe with such certainty,
Im dying to get away
But it is obvious they want me close
How awkwardly profound,
They hate me
And they willingly want me around
So I ask,
Who is letting the pain of yesterday?
Get to them
A pack of rabid wolves,
Falling apart to a merry lone wolf
If you put one with one together
For three years they found me intriguing
And believe that I would break sooner than later
How odd winning their war,
One that I did not know existed
They fail to understand
For three years they annoyed me,
They probably forgot
I am still the same person
And they will never get
What they desire
As long as there is passion
There will be fire
Only destiny knows when that will expire
EspanolNo sé cuántas vesesEspanol9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother has told me
Que es importante
To speak Spanish
I don't know how many times
Mi madre dicho
That it's important
The words are selectively evanescent
The words are selectively evanescent.
But I want them to stay and be permanent;
To be rooted to the ground.
Instead they float away
As I struggle to grasp for them
And make a fool of myself
But I am a fool
Only a fool would forget their way home
Only a fool would forget their name
It's like a bad case of amnesia
Now I'm a dog playing poker,
A cartoon mouse with a big head and ambitions for world domination
A smart-ass bunny wabbit
A Latino who doesn't speak Spanish.
Yet I look and act the role
A Latino janitor.
I look and act the role but I'm not a fucking stereotype
Stereotypes are static and non-responsive
Stereotypes are transparencies.
They don't bleed.
I may look and act the role but I'm not a fucking stereotype
My vocabulary consists of m
A Dusty Path I FaceI've never seen or touched those shoresA Dusty Path I Face6 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