Walking aloneWalking alone10 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
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
'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
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..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..
LoveLove4 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.
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
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
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
'The Magic Oasis''The Magic Oasis'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day slowly blends in colors pastel, this goddess, on her palette the colors that foretell her progression as the sky obeys in its subjugation, till finally the deeper varied shades of ebonys and grays indicate tis time this art be surrendered to be continued by the master hand of Night.
Two wander through an oasis of her own making, a female tall and delicate, a Prince tall in stature of spirit, till they meet from their own weaving way they chose to be taken.
They talk under shade of palm as he with such a tender soothing of song of words of love lets flow, sparkling each in their own mystical aura, heighten the magic of her making.
In them is found the strength of magic charm to move past bar and walls firmly constructed, yea even several feet thick they are to a heart that has lain behind them lest insincerity enter and pain once more is felt in its quickening.
Rising to greet such harmonic song sung by a Prince of a land from afar, she,a prisoner bound by the words of others gone a
DawnDawn10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It was dawn.
The others waited outside as we met on the stairs.
In the dark, we talked like friends, awkward, unable to trace the lies on each other's faces when you tried to laugh into my hair and tell me I was like your sister.
Sure I was.
But once we walked out into the morning cold and our solemn friends greeted you, a sense of urgency got tangled up in my chest.
You were already gone before you had even left, and I started to panic.
Adel packed your bags into the waiting cab, the others hugged and shook hands, I twisted and turned my way towards you, not knowing what I wanted until I was right there in front of you, and you pulled me into your arms.
You made me small. And I loved it.
My chin on you chest, your fingers to my waist, you breathed in my scent of last night's dancing, when my favorite song came on in the middle of the street at five in the morning.
In my little skirt and high heels, I danced circles on the cobblestones, Mourad took photos and Lisa asked if I was drunk,
HIS EMBRACEAnd he would come out of the shadows,HIS EMBRACE8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
slippin, slippin ore my silk and lace draped window sill,
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 encouunter could ever be felt
by mortal emotions that did by nature true stand.
Then ore my window sill 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 t
Retrospection - Part 1Retrospection - Part 19 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Retrospection; Part 1
Enclosed within three soaring brick walls lay a courtyard, the walls covered in writhing creepers, the brown stems tunnelling into the wall, as deep purple blue leaves adorned the brickwork face. The stems hidden like amphibians, a pale woody brown against the faded red of the walls, and the crumbling grey of the mortar, held strong as short gusts of wind gently caressed the leaves of the creepers, causing them to sway from side to side; imitating the cautious movement of a serpent's slender neck, peering about its surroundings; searching for its prey. Occasionally a leaf detached itself from the stem and fluttered through the air descending onto the gravel, calmly kissing the ground. Just like a new butterfly out of its cocoon the leaves fell; rich vibrant colours settling on the driveway.
On the third side of the courtyard lay a low brick chapel. Shallow sloping roofs rested on the walls, and at equal points along the front of the building thin glass wind
'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
A Nationalityshe said she won't forget meA Nationality9 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.
Burning TearsHave you ever seen a tearBurning Tears10 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
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"
::lulling the storm::::lulling the storm::4 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;