GuiltNo forgiveness to be foundGuilt7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
only the chill howl of the wind
against cold flesh, raw heart, dark soul.
He stumbles, blind, tears freezing
as soon as fallen, sobs torn from
his aching, hollow breast.
Roots reach out to seize him
and he crashes to the earth,
a latter-day Lucifer.
Nothing is clear, save his guilt,
the overwhelming guilt in his heart.
He knows he deserves this exile.
He lies, broken, spent,
staring at bloodstained palms
unable to tell in his madness
that the blood is his own.
The wind cuts and burns,
freezes and torments
until it fills the world.
He hears it screaming:
SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 2SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aboard Republic Assault Ship Jelial, Crystal City, Planet Christophsis
Kahan picked his head up and looked around the bridge of the assault ship with a frown.
“Is everyone alright?”
“We're fine General.”
Kahan looked to the clone officer. “Are there any casualties?”
“Still checking sir.”
“Find those in need of medical attention and assess the damage to the ship as best as you are able. Begin deploying our forces, we have a battle to fight.”
Kahan's comlink chimed. “This is Master Kahan.”
“Master Kahan, are you unharmed?” came Master Kenobi's voice.
“So it would seem, I am awaiting further assessment from the crew on the ship's status.”
“I may be able to save you the trouble. Your forward strut is crushed, the prow of the assault ship is imbedded into the ferrocrete.”
Kahan nodded his understanding. “Thank you Master Kenobi, then at least our egress ra
The rules of lifeThe rules of life, clone/marine style.The rules of life6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rule 1: Kill them before they kill you.
Rule 2: Dont believe what youre told, double check.
Rule 3: Three things you should never believe weather forecasts, the canteen menu, and intel.
Rule 4: Always double estimates. especially for number of enemy units.
Rule 5: Never be completely unreachable.
Rule 6: Always wear gloves at a crime scene.
Rule 7: Always be specific when you lie.
Rule 8: Never take anything for granted.
Rule 9: Always carry a knife.
Rule10: Never leave prisoners together. (makes it easier to escape)
Rule11: Its not stolen, just differently procured. (or confiscated)
Rule12: No plan survives contact with the enemy.
Rule13: Always have a plan B.
Rule14: Theres no such thing as coincidence.
Rule15: Always work as a team.
Rule16: Guilty until proven innocent.
Rule17: Always make sure theyre dead.
Rule18: Its better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.
NocturnalI awake as the rooftops turn to goldNocturnal6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and watch the crimson sunset into dusk.
I walk beneath the stars, bow to the moon,
unafraid of the darkened, sleeping streets.
My ears grow sharper as my dark eyes dim,
my world is made of shades and secret sounds:
soft whispers from a bedroom; a prowling
felines cry; watching eyes circling above
sirens howling across the miles - not all
nightwalkers are so quiet as I - yet
the gliding hunter is my friend, not theirs.
I smile to hear its hidden metal voice.
Then, as the birds call in the smooth grey light
before dawn, I sleep, and dream of twilight.
Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By- Kingdoms Shield
It is The 41 millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineere
Troll SpeechiTroll Speech6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wuz r33din ur stuf + it iz reli shit.
siriusly, my dad iz lik a propr poet
or sumthin, + he sed it wuz shit 2.
i cn rite beta stuf wiv mi eyes shut, c;
Roses r red, blue flowerz r blue,
i forgot th rest, but im beta than u
Here we see the Common Troll,
homo interwebuli stupidus,
in its natural habitat.
A relatively newly devolved genus,
believed to have once been human,
the Common Troll can be identified
by its lack of intellect,
astounding arrogance and total
inability to identify or tell the truth.
Inexplicably, the Common Troll
population is growing rapidly.
Zoologists are baffled, and fear
that the Common Troll population
may soon outnumber that of the
more intelligent human being.
wot?? r u gay or sumthin???
Moderator: Please do not feed the trolls.
ChasingRunning through wastelands of shattered grey mirrors,Chasing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
avoiding the eyes of her thousand faceted reflections
as she stumbles and falls, cutting scarlet grooves
into ash dusted fingers (The only colour in this limbo).
The ground is sharp glass, cruel and unforgiving.
She feels that the very earth opposes her step.
She struggles to her feet; gasping for a breath of
fresh air and breathing only death; and runs ever onwards.
Shes chasing a dream but finding reality.
The WallThe WallThe Wall3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Death does accompany this man, adherent, though, not friend. A tool at times, but never loved, a means to bitter end.
There is a wall on Coruscant, black marble, smooth and cold.
There is a wall on Coruscant, two thousand steps, all told.
There is a wall on Coruscant, framed by eternal flames.
There is a wall on Coruscant that bears a million names.
A million names cut into stone, a million men are dead.
A single name is missing there, just one remains unread.
Two thousand steps he walks along, to pay his last respects.
The sole survivor, he's the one that Death always rejects.
He parts the masses milling there, the gawkers drawing back,
The mourners he just passes by, a wraith clad all in black.
The memories that haunt their minds, they follow in his wake,
Reflections staring from the stone, they paid for pride's mistake.
He cannot say he grieves for all, some did deserve no less.
But countless lives were squandered there, the Emp'ror to impress.
He halts where
SilenceBelow the roar of dancing waves,Silence7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon the breath of sorrow,
Within the dampened hearts of wretches,
Hopeless as the rain that drenches,
Fearless yet not cold to grief,
As sure as a tomorrow.
It sleeps within a weary heart,
Forgotten by the found,
For it is not a waking power,
Worshiped rightly by the dour,
No, it cannot quell the pain,
It seeks to thus expound.
Yet beyond these anxious feats
For those, the scattered wise,
It is as peaceful as the dance
Or the many muttered chants
Of those who seek to break it with,
Their loud and strangled cries.
Do not fear the empty whisper,
In the dark of night,
It hopes to tell you of your fears,
Yet beyond its cheerless sneers,
You may find your heart content,
Beyond imagined plight.
the twisted queenLooking up to the sky I know this life is over.the twisted queen5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
winds dance with the feilds of clover
My lips are laced with pioson and lies
the problems I faced caused this... just why?
Twisted rose vine creeps up my arm
Honestly I didnt want to cause him such harm
Old photograph ablum lays by the bed
I know there is nothing left to be said
I ended our relationship for him so why do I feel this way
if I had one last chance " I love you " I'd say
scattered papers lay on my desk , tear stained love notes
" whats done is done. whats broken cant be fixed" the cat quotes
silver knife grasped in hand
I can hope I can stand
locks of turqouise fall to the floor
tears taunt my eyes as I can hear the valkyerie knock
there is no way to excape if I run
Ill just be caught again and dragged out of the sun
" I WANT TO LIVE!! I want to work things out!" I yell
how long I can manage there is no way to tell
I know shes coming for me and I have no way out
still I desprately search for a route
queit tears glimmer in the
Serial CodeIt was cold out today, colder than usual anyway, it was always cold out here. He hadnt been home in five years now, but that didnt bother him, at least he was still alive. Unlike many others he was still breathing steam into the freezing atmosphere, still able to feel the bite of the wind on his face, and most importantly, still able to do his job.Serial Code7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Yes, he could still do that best, no matter where he was, he could still shoot to kill. It was his duty, and what he was told and trained to do. It was this skill that had managed to keep him alive for so long. Hed seen plenty of faces come and go. Friends get killed, or the lucky ones sent home without limbs. But after five years, he stopped paying attention to most of them, too sick of the pain, the sense of loss, and the rage.
When he was still fresh, it was duty that drove him, after a few months it became rage. Anger in
Imperial EntanglementsInside the Imperial stockade on Boshliss were a number of political prisoners of the Empire, from outspoken adversaries of Palpatine, to protestors and demonstrators, to those who simply looked at the wrong pamphlets. Outside of it were two rebels, the Togruta pilot Ranshisi Vec and her partner Nod Rovassta.Imperial Entanglements5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vec, otherwise known as Dodger Four, was a typical Togruta woman, tall and dangerous in appearance with detailed stripes on her tall, thick montrals. Her rich red skin was broken up by patterns of white all over. The bright orange flight suit seemed to be about the least stealthy thing to sneak around in, but it was clearly something that she preferred.
Captain Rovassta, owner of the YT-700 transport Imeille, was a rather scoundrelly Twi'lek. The wily grin on his orange face made him seem childishly mischievous as he leaned around a corner and looked into the base. His lekku twitched and he chuckled before turning back to Ranshisi.
"Two regular stormtroopers," he said, pulling his
RegretThere is a hunger in every fibre of her being.Regret6 years ago in Open More Like This
A longing, a wishing, for something she does not
and cannot possess.
She looks behind her, to footprints in the soft,
dark soil, and feels the eyes of the woman she could
have been; watching.
Drawing her hood about her face, head down,
she keeps walking. Always walking. She does not
know where she is going.
She tries to keep her eyes fixed on the earth,
but somehow her eye is always drawn upwards
to the soft blue sky.
She sees the hawks circling, spinning, rejoicing
in their airy liberty. Her bloody hands tremble as
she is consumed by her regrets.
Every day, she is falling, lost, purposeless. Knowing
her destiny, but unable to reach it. Every day, she loses
a piece of her soul into darkness.
Above all else she fears the void.
Glass EarthTread softly on thisGlass Earth6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
blue glass earth, lest it shatter
under careless feet.
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
The Old Republic: BrokenThe Old Republic: Broken5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Dorian Cain sat cross-legged on the ceramic floor of the small room, eyes closed in meditation. In truth, this was only one of many similar rooms located inside the Jedi Temple at Coruscant. In places like this, Jedi Masters and Knights alike could teach their students the essential skills to become the guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy.
"Focus your mind," a middle-aged man bade from the corner of the room. "Your sight is not required for this exercise, young Padawan."
The Padawan learner ran a hand over his head and back to his small pony tail, quietly digesting his master's instructions. Despite those directions, however, Dorian did indeed open his eyes and glance down once more at the deconstructed materials of his lightsaber on the floor before him. Each piece was essential, he knew, an intricate work of art that could only be constructed through the utmost level of patience. He could easily see why such a test had been required before-in order to become a Padawan learne
The Twelve - 1Aradia sighed and shifted in her sleep. Her thick black hair was tangled beneath her head and her mind was far away in dreams. Standing beside her friends bed, Pelana smiled at the peace on her pretty face. She felt deeply reluctant to wake Aradia and interrupt that tranquillity by bringing her back to Jarda.The Twelve - 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Finally deciding that Aradia could not sleep the day through, and had to wake sooner rather than later, Pelana reached out a hand and briskly shook the sleeper.
Aradia opened her green eyes slowly, her mind rising from the murk of deep sleep.
Good afternoon. greeted the brunette in a voice that seemed to Aradias drowsy consciousness to be maliciously cheerful. Late night by any chance? You were still working when I fell asleep.
Aradia struggled upright in bed and untangled the furs from around her lithe form.
You have no idea. she said hoarsely, sounding half asleep still. I could see the sky
T I AHelpless. So helpless.T I A6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching out for something, someone.
There has to be a way to stop this.
Willing to stand in front of the tanks
as they come for you.
You do not deserve this,
this fall into hell, alone,
frozen to the core.
Let others warm you.
We would give you a parachute,
but you must open it.
Allow others to help you
I want you to live,
I want you to love,
I want to go back to
the way it was.
And as I pray for you,
old music rises in my soul.
Blood drops patter on red earth.
You slip away.
All that remains are tears,
and a plane soaring into sunset.
This death is not your fate.
It cannot be. This Isnt Africa.
Je ne tabandonnerai pas, mon frère.
Waiting, watchingI sit at my deskWaiting, watching6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watch the ice form
crystal cobwebs on the glass,
waiting for your return.
BlossomsBlossomsBlossoms5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They all blossom around me.
Their leaves are green
and their color so vivid.
They're facing the sun openly,
petals spread out,
embracing what awaits,
whether it be nature
or one another.
They stand tall,
joyfully looking up.
And here I am.
My petals have wilted
and my leaves are a rotten brown.
I stand slouching over
Looking down at my roots.
Why are they blossoming,
while I'm the only one who's dying?
The Fate of the BlasphemerThe Fate of the Blasphemer7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Kevin the Blasphemer, ruler of a thousand worlds, turned warily around the next corner and into a dark stone room. He was lost in an insane game of the gods, trapped in a maze of indefinite dimensions, a test of his faith. Stripped of all but his wit, he carried on. Slowly he felt his way through the dark, damp chamber. Then he heard it, the grinding of stone on stone, the closing of one door and opening of another.
Before him, light poured through the new opening, and he could see what appeared to be the outside world again. But then the image began to ripple and blur as if it was made of some sort of liquid. Out sprung the first of them.
What the fuck?!? said Kevin of the Rokitkas. It was a rat, and upon its back sat a Pygmy Leprechaun wielding a welding torch. Then to his dismay, Kevin noticed that a rocket launcher took the place of this rats face.
Star Wars: Mel'Anctha - 05Star Wars: Mel'Anctha - 054 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dagmoro had mentioned that Ium might have possibly been the luckiest man alive. As Ium told me his story, I began to see why.
"I was shot down. You weren't seeing things. I lost all control of the ship and headed straight down to Binaros," he said.
I was seated on the edge of the bed at the center of the room with my legs crossed, whilst Dagmoro lingered in the doorway with his hands nestled into his baggy sleeves.
"The med ship probably figured that you were the priority as it was you that was shot down first. I'm glad that they caught your ship, otherwise we might not be having this conversation right now," he said.
"I resent that," I replied with a smirk, "We both know I'm pretty lucky and I could have just as easily made it out alive." I was kidding myself, of course. Ium laughed under his breath and then shook his head. "Alright, so what makes your great escape so spectacular? What
Choked UpI never seem to be enoughChoked Up9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No matter how many steps I take
Days are spent in a lonely haze
Nights are spent cold and awake
Like a choke chain
I am constantly held back
Like a neuse
Life slowly slips away
When will this burden be lifted
When I can bear to face another day
When Ana enters my mind
It takes over my goals
Giving excuses at the table
Another plate sets still full
Bruised knuckles and a tear stained face
Are just reminders of what I go through
They're physical memories I can't erase
Just like memories of once loving you