Would you die for love?Would you die for love?Would you die for love?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world is filled
with love gained
by the self indulgent skin
and artifical perfumes
blazing through lust
burning the candles wick
til the sun cast away smoke
and love vanishes with the flame
Courted by vanity and half hearted smiles
to be ranked among paintings and
Throw away material values
and live in a box with me
let me wash your hair in the rain
and the stars will guide us to dream
then when they rip us, arm from arm
heart from heart
both promised to lives
that do not merge or cross
one life to freedom
the other to acceptance
we will know
we died for love
not with wounds inflicted
in a self sacrificing way
neither body will be tainted
but the desire to have anything
less than love
in every tree
in every brook
in every bit of air around us
there we will wait for love
there we will dwell
our heaven on earth
bought and paid for
with the death of our union
and immortilized by the memory
of one night in the arms
I DREAMED OF YOUI dreamed of you last night, as I lay my body downI DREAMED OF YOU8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neath the small perfect circle shimmering universe
Made up of lights perfectly round, reminiscent
Of the universe above me they are,
A gift of magic from one that loves
Around a black canopy metal frame top of
The place where I find my peace, when the
Day takes its last breath, and the night is not
Ready to fall, tis then that I dream of you most of all.
In the time when my body has yielded up all control
To flight of fantasy it has released its soul
Tis the time right before you finally drift oh so soon off,
But still the time when your body is totally asleep but your
Mind is still open to what in that short time of no rules
Is there just beyond your windowsill, in those few
Moments when you can reach out touch oh so close
The secret desires of your heart.
Tis then that I dream of you, in that oh so free
From the worlds and bodys dictates, the moments
When I am totally free, peace washes ore me as gentle
HIS EMBRACEAnd he would come out of the shadows, slippin, slippin ore my silk and lace draped window sill,HIS EMBRACE8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
But I knew before he was there, that soon, oh not soon enough, he would be here, oh blessed night he would be here.
For all that I was burned with a flaming desire that was as a stamp on my soul for him as I stood poised as unto a Grecian statue in an ivory silk sheer gown, one in which I had been sleeping.
A moan escaped my lips as I felt him in my blood to be near, I had slid from the sheets and stood there awaitin, awaitin, my entire being trembling for him only to appear..
In my bedroom chamber there did I stand bearing in my blood a desire felt long before I ever knew such depths of such could ever be felt by mortal emotions that did by nature true stand.
Then ore my windowsill he did silently enter my most private of chambers, but it was ours, made public the first night I to him gave my surrender.
His eyes found mine, I found his, and I drowned in the pools of th
Burning TearsHave you ever seen a tearBurning Tears9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
descending a lover's face
tearing through his skin
of undying grief
Scars of a cruel rejection
A bleak painting
drawn with a jagged blade
upon the innocent face
A face that never hated
and yet it got slapped
So many times
By pitiless hands
A single tear
Is now a flow
Eating that face
That only hoped for love
Until it left nothing
But a smoking ash
Twisted into one word
Left for the world to hear
"Lost Time""Lost Time"9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morning waltzes to the music of the fading stars, into her place in a gown of swirled pastels that start with blues and grays to slowly become the brilliant fire of the sun that is the twinkling of her smile.
Upon her appearing below her stir the mortals of this planet as they like her, begin to waltz through their day in rituals of loving, hoping and craving.
Whispered on the breezes are the incantations of Day and as I rise I begin to obey all the facets and rules of her chants, never quite connecting in this my separate life until -
"Do I know you from somewhere? Why are you rotating in my life's sphere to rituals born
from the generations of my own gone on before?
Are you a wizard perhaps who cast a spell on me so I would wander through time endlessly
Walking aloneWalking alone9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking down the long dark street…
The shy moon looming over
Behind scattered gray shadows
Watching over the world…
Over us poor souls
Lost in the cold universe
My ragged breath
Stained the icy air
With sallow swirling ghosts
Dissolving into nothingness
My eyes suddenly fall…
On two beating hearts
A boy and his girl
Walking slowly before me
Smiling those hopeful smiles
Looking into each others eyes
The kind of look that can say
What a tongue can never do
They seemed gleaming
Tearing all gathering darkness
Warmth filled me
All gloom vanished
The power of innocent love
Drove the coldness out
I passed them swiftly
The lump in my throat growing
With every step away
A watery something slid
Down my face
And fell to the long dark street
With the tiniest splash
No one could hear
::lulling the storm::::lulling the storm::3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Hours later her thrashing stilled. She drifted around the planet, lids heavy. Dread and shock numbed her but still she clung to orbit, watching the grey clouds dissipate.
The earth called to her through its outer thermosphere where satellites drifted. It sent wind that brushed across her like ocean waves welcoming its wandering residents home. It urged her gaze away from the destruction she had caused along its surface, across purple-shadowed mountains to a place where sun danced across waves of grass just waking from winter's chill. She stared dully, not feeling anything. So she had caused death. Shame on her. How horrible. She turned away.
Before she looked out at the stars again she caught movement and turned back.
Snaking between the swaying browned grass with sparse new yellow flowers was a rain-slicked dirt road. Puddles reflected her grey eye back to her like mirrors to the heavens. Tracks from tires, animals, and boots painted a story along the road. Telephone poles glistened;
BreathlessYour kiss leaves me breathlessBreathless9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's so difficult to explain
When I'm surrounded by your arms
You embrace away my pain
Your gentle words caress me
They soothe my wounded soul
Having you here makes my life complete
You ARE what makes me whole
I can't force the words past my lips
To tell you how I feel
But I know within my heart, without a doubt
That this love is real
Stay with me baby....
For a lifetime of whispered "I love you's"
And you'll hear the words from breathless lips...
"Baby, I love you too"
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's something in all of us,
different but still the same.
It's a way of expression;
some times normal,
well some times strange.
It's a feeling that you have;
or sometimes sad.
It's a curse,
or a blessing.
It makes you lose yourself,
or helps you discover who you truly are.
It's something that will always happen,
whether like it or not.
But something that can't be controlled,
or be freed.
But always be happy,
that you can love.
ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
A Nationalityshe said she won't forget meA Nationality8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it's simply out of the question
she said I touched deep where she can't afford to forget
now I'm away gone on a route for a destination
the memories I got seem half washed from so much I fret
I can't remember her voice as much I can't forget her sighs
I feel so selfish that I cant get her out of my head
I miss walking her earth and soaring loud and high in her bluest skies
the heat of her fire and how her air welcomed me
a unity of elements a treason to formally known realities
a reminder of how really I miss her.
The Travels Of a Holy FoolThe Travels Of a Holy Fool10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"They come, like the seasons do, regularly and with barely a joke new, nor a song sung with even changed tune, such a sorry state these Fools traveling as bards are to be seen.To be a Lady of Title and of considerable worth, let alone related to a throne was to be enough would ye think not? 'But nae, says my Father, ye shall marry and marry well. Ye shall go to court and there find a Man not a mere boy of his twenty some years, they are wet my daughter behind the ears. Ye shall pick a Title not a man, then when he succumbs to older age and lives no more then ye can marry for this so called romantic thing these idiots enthralling my other daughters sing of. Now I just knew that I could sit through a feast, and I could dance and pretend to smile with no change when they stepped on my feet but I would not nor I ever think I could marry a man that did not awaken first this heart. Now I ask of you, what good is a station if you are not allowed to wield what little weight it has
"ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU"I know that out there somewhere the sun is shining,"ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU"7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that out there somewhere they are not crying
I know that out there, they can taste, they can touch
I know, that out there they can see, oh god they can
maybe even feel.
How do I know this?
Cause you are out there with them and I am
having just another day without you here.
Every room, every moment, every word, every action
Are here with me and in them you are and I am driven
Driven to wander through them endlessly willing to
Sell my very soul, to not have just another day without you.
My self embrace becomes the very sacred ritual you once performed as I
Lay back my head and in a heart shattering cry I
Whisper out, Oh to feel you once again. And
The agony deepens when realization comes seeping back
Like a fog, in the hands of dawn now, as you fade away
Into it, and as I shut myself safely inside my grief,
I taste the bitter fruit of the truth it is just another day
AfterlifeAfterlife10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol
DARE TO DREAM AGAINDARE TO DREAM AGAIN9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty seconds drip like cold winter raindrops do,
both descending from skies cast in all color combinations,
muted and bold, in shades of a shroud grey.
Till their number drop by drop increases and minutes now become their name,
cold, grey minutes in a crystal glass heart,
there held to keep them from spilling away.
As minute unites with minute, how quickly they do accumulate,
into now gallons of empty hours, held in their accumulating by a soul who by life
has been to shadow swept away.
Till Day spills over into the arms of Night
and the hours submit to color change,
from grey of Day to Night's ever darkening interpretations of ebony.
This wounded one has walked again her never ending path,
through the woods of Day's greyness,
Into the forest of Night's ebonies, till fatiuge holds now sway.
Head with long dark gold hair crowned is laid now on a pillow to rest,
a form lithe and with feminine softness stretches, then curls up,
and in such ritual so end another twen
Sly: Thin Line of Fate, Ch 3Sly: Thin Line of Fate, Ch 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Sly Cooper, the Cooper Gang and all related characters are properties of Sucker Punch. Cortana Brea Harlow and other characters are owned by me, Breanna Edwards. This story isn't for profit, please don't sue. I'm just a huge fan.
Sly Cooper: Walking the Thin Line of Fate
The Grand Museum of Art was surrounded by Interpol squad cars and agents, the whole place turned into another crime scene. Lieutenant Sebastian Harlow took careful examinations and photographs of the bare platform where the Prima Madonna sat before the intrusion. Inspector Carmelita Fox simmered, tapping her fingers on the wall next to the broken window. Yellow eyes that burned with a furious determination darted around below in the streets, looking for any sign for where they could have gone. She had them, right there. Today HAD to be the day where she was a terrible shot. It was just her luck.
Lt. Harlow stepped o
SECRETSShhh - can you hear them, secrets carried on the wind.SECRETS8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shhh - can you see them, tiny innuendos that like dandlions transformed into wisps fall onto others ears.
Shhh - do you want to know what words they guard with their very souls?
Shhh - what if one of them is a secret you yourself told?
Tiny little messages, passed from ear to ear
Voices held at such hushed levels, almost impossible for others to hear
Inportant little tidbits of facts shared in discretion of a friendship thought to have
Secrets then told through megaphones - your heart's very soul now with them pointedly stabbed.
Shhh - stand very still, a secret is being carried for you to hear
Shhh- that is what you are told, this is a secret I share with you, revealing of it not even considered a fear.
Shhh - now you hear it, words burn as they pass from lips to your ear
Shhh - oh how most can hardly wait to run to tell another that which they were entrusted with as dear.
A heart's very balance may lie at your fingertips
My..WishI light up a candle...to make a wish..My..Wish9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
But the wind blow and put off the fire…
I light it up again but my tears roll down to take the flame…
Why I can't make my wish.. it's only one wish…
A flame.. a fire…a light…
This is all what I need to make my wish true…
I went out and lay down on the cold grass…
I stare at the stars…
I know a star can make my wish true…
But suddenly the sky became clear and all the stars just disappeared …. I asked for a star to make my wish…
I cried and cried then I gave up…
This wish is not mine..
I went to my bed and closed my eyes….
With tears full of hope that tomorrow will come and give me my wish…
My..Real..DreamI've become a prisoner in his heart...My..Real..Dream9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
And we both know that we strongly need to fight...
You are not my friend anymore...
You are more than that, you are now my significant part...
I do believe what you say...
Every night I kneel on my knees and pray...
I say god please don't make him go away...
He gave colors to my life that once was gray...
His tender voice terrified my fears...
And gave my strength and ended my tears...
I pray god please make him happy and brighten his years...
We dream like children for that day to come...
And I reveal those feelings that I can't keep from...
I rest my head on his chest and he holds my hands and kisses them...
That word comes out although I try hard to hide...
But I just can't keep it from my sweetest guard...
My source of strength... my hardest shield...
He says I'm his baby and he calls me dearest...
Which makes me fly and make him the nearest...
In this cruel world his heart is the purest...
I hope that I'll always be in that small corner in hi
A..romantic..momentMe and you together…A..romantic..moment9 years ago in General More Like This
Candles light… slow music…warm romantic mood…
With your face near mine…our warm breathes burning us at that moment…I can hear you speaking to me not with words but with your heart beats that I feel them on my chest…
Come close.. more closer.. touch me with the hands the lip…let us live the moment.. our moment…
Nobody there only us.. whisper to me.. tell me those tender words.. take me to your world.. lets melt in each others arms..
It's our moment…just you and me together..