paper poison apple
I feel the distance when I look
right into your face
My stomach drops, my heart don't leap
I hope this goes away.
I remember when you saved me, like
a prince atop his steed
How foolish it feels for me to think
that this ends happily.
You are no prince, or I a princess
Baby, its reality.
Times are tough, the poison's taken
and I have gone to sleep.
Wake me, wake me, kiss me tight
prove true a happy ending
I'm trapped to think of fairy tales
-but it don't stop me
Reality's no children's story
my dreams I know are fiction.
I'm not a helpless sleeping beauty
It's half past twelve and where's my prince?
Have I any chance?
I'm no frail and hopeless beauty
And you are not my prince.
Maybe SomedayYou're scared I'll hurt you.Maybe Someday1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could say I won't.
You know how much I want to.
You know how much I don't.
I want to make you smile.
I want to break you apart.
Why would you give me
This small, fragile heart?
Is the pain worth it
To just be with me?
It's so clear,
But you just can't see.
You've fallen for
A person that is two.
You can't really be sure
What I will do.
You say I need you.
Is that why you're here?
You really should fear.
You seem to think
Everything will be okay.
We will have to see.
Will You Marry Me?I froze.Will You Marry Me?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was Jordan, on one knee, looking up at me expectantly; holding aloft a small black box with an obscenely sparkling rock that was probably pried from its mine with a child’s bloodied hands. I mentally shook myself. Here he was, Jordan, my boyfriend of two years, my friend for much longer, my…fiancé? He has just uttered those four little words that supposedly every girl waits her whole life to hear and I’m sitting here thinking about blood diamonds and genocides. Focus.
The waitress touches down at a nearby table and refills a clinking tumbler with water. The pseudo candlelit ambience catches the crown of her head and turns her strawberry-colored hair into a vision of life-giving, fiery radiance. The balding, middle-aged man at the table makes some eye-rolling crack about “Boy, your hair is almost red isn’t it? I hear redheads always have a hidden wild side.” as he winks at her and reaches out to caress her hip. She blushes and excuses
HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambitionHoles2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
Consequence - A Child's Cry Part 6Consequence - A Child's Cry Part 62 years ago in Drama More Like This
After the moment of initial shock was gone, Loki’s calculative mind began running through every possible scenario. Who would have taken Caedra? Who could have taken Caedra? Not just anyone could have access to the gardens. And wouldn’t someone have seen her? Then Loki remembered. Sif. He had left Caedra with Sif. So where was she? He looked around again, though he knew he would find nothing else. There was no trace of the warrior maiden anywhere.
The thought went through his mind that this was somehow Sif’s doing. He hoped it wasn’t true – not because he cared for her, but because it would mean that she had played him. For the sake of his pride it couldn’t be true. But even then it didn’t make sense for Sif to have done this. She would never do anything to harm Caedra. Besides, if she had wanted to take Caedra away from him, all she would have needed to do was go to Thor. No, Loki confirmed in his mind, this was not
Tree of MemoriesResting at the edge of my soulTree of Memories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
silent, looming, and anguished
a large tree with a gaping hole
these memories have languished.
Seeing the end, clutching the tree
growing so incredibly weary
I wonder if this will make me free
the world has become bleary.
Wallowing in my dreams of sorrow
leaning forward that much nearer
with nothing left to borrow
the darkness has become clearer.
I will not be there on the morrow
Will I be seen in the tree of memories?
Winter's Victim Chapter 2Winter's Victim Chapter 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been months since Loki launched an attack on Midgard in an effort to rule it. Slowly, the warring realms got the message that Asgard was still there, doing its duty to the universe and protecting it from itself. But what surprised the realms the most was the ability of the Midgardians to defend themselves with only the help of one god.
"That is impossible. One god and a gaggle of giggling Midgardians against a Chitauri army." A fire giant, with war blackened skin, with a crown of smouldering embers said to his war council. Surtr was the ruler and king of Muspelheim.
"The Chitauri really have dropped the dragon egg for the Midgardians to pull out a victory." Another man, his skin red with hair of flames, said to Surtr's left.
"You give the Midgardians too much credit. They were led by Thor, father." A woman the size of a toddler compared to the size of the other members at the table, said to Surtr's right.
"And Loki, well, isn't much of a fighter." She added, crossing her arms ov
Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.Dry Spell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
through the cracks of
my fingers and high
above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
could possibly satiate it.
I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devours:
between its twisted arms
and I find myself aching
to do so much at once
that I end up doing
The Changing TideThe Changing Tide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
Messsage in a bottleSometimes people cry out for help,Messsage in a bottle2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think we all have witnessed it,
We watch them break,
We watch their tears,
And we see something in their eyes,
The last piece of hope,
The hope that as well could be a message in a bottle.
Who will ever know if someone noticed that tiny little bottle in the ocean,
Or if they did,
Did they pick it up?
I have seen a lot of bottles in my time,
And most of the time I pick them up,
But I notice quite a few times I don´t,
It is like they become invisible,
Even if they scream loudly right in front of you,
I think something is wrong,
Why do we leave the bottle in the ocean?
I clearly can see they need help,
And I see it,
I really do,
How can you pretend not to?
Resistance - A Child's Cry Part 10Resistance - A Child's Cry Part 101 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
As Loki’s feet touched the cold, icy ground of Jotunheim, he fell suddenly to his knees, gasping for air. He could feel his strength leaving him – the price he had paid to travel through realms. Such magic was costly regardless, but added to that was the fact that Loki had not used any spell nearly so powerful in a very long time. He was therefore out of practice and had no doubt used far more energy than was necessary.
Loki stayed crouched for a few more moments, trying to gather enough strength to stand. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked at his surroundings. Jotunheim really didn’t look all that much different to him.
Jotunheim’s landscape still had icy mountains and spires of dark rock and ice. Now, many of those spires had been leveled and made to be little more than fallen pillars in the snow around him. Vast crevices and trenches snaked off into the distance, revealing just how much damage this realm had suffered, both in the war fought lon
Soundless Screams.And he sank in the sea of plausible words;Soundless Screams.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
only the anchor of mistrust holding him bound.
Holding on, he cursed gods and promised lords,
what'd happen had it been the other way around?
Bitten lips and slumping eyelids haunt his mind;
or what remains after the utter devastation.
Sanity and eternal aberration have entwined
in order to give birth to merciless frustration.
Can Earth be suffocatingly boundless?
If so, then he can be free.
Can screams be loudly soundless?
It seems that his can be.
Defiance - A Child's Cry Part 9Defiance - A Child's Cry Part 91 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Jotunheim?” Thor repeated. “Why would they go there?”
Loki gave a slight shrug. “Undoubtedly they did not intend to. You said Sif attacked him before he could set down the last stone. Having to make such a hurried escape and being rather distracted, he set down the wrong stone.” He glanced from the “Jotunheim” stone in his hand to the “Midgard” stone Thor held. “They look similar enough.”
Again Thor glanced down to the stone in his hand as he wondered what exactly he should now do. The obvious answer was to go to Jotunheim, but it would take at least a few days before all the necessary preparations could be made – not counting the overall danger of even going to Jotunheim. With the Bifrost gone, dark energy was the only way to travel between realms, and there were only a select few who could use such magic – a select few that included Loki.
Looking BackHow did I learn to love you?Looking Back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart of hearts… you crawled right in
Made yourself at home
And you’ve made a plaything of my life ever since.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining
Not questioning what I ever saw in you
But looking back, one day I barely knew your name
And now I can’t imagine life without you.
Have I always loved you, Loki?
Did I spend a recent lifetime in your arms?
And is that why so much has seemed instinctive
How the answers come before I ask the questions?
Or perhaps this life’s the only chance I get.
If so, I’ll make the most of every day
Spend every waking moment chasing fireflies
Dancing, singing, living, loving, being
Confrontation - A Child's Cry Part 14Confrontation - A Child's Cry Part 141 year ago in Drama More Like This
It was not until morning of the next day that Sif and Loki left their shelter and continued on their way through the vast land of Jotunheim. Loki was particularly upset that they’d had to wait so long, but the Jotuns had been very thorough in their search. Even leaving now was still a risk of being caught, but Loki would wait no longer to go after Caedra. If the Jotuns found them, then they would simply have to fight.
Sif gave a sigh as she stared out at all the land before them. “How far away are they?” she asked, glancing at Loki, who stood next to her, looking, watching – searching. He kept silent as he searched - his magic feeling for any signs of life of another master of magic.
“They are close,” Loki concluded as he turned and began walking.
Sif followed after him closely. Loki seemed more determined than ever, and much angrier than his usual self. “What is it?” she inquired.
“They are close to leaving,
Little Warriors"Brother! We must find the ruffians and show them the meaning of honor!" The eight year old Thor bellowed, storming across the courtyard.Little Warriors3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Honor! Honor! Honor!" The tiny five year old Loki parroted after him, trotting along the cobblestones. His fingers sparked with tiny green sparks, magical aptitude already showing at such a young age.
They reached the Throne room, and began pushing at the door, making very little progress, small as they were, even together.
The guard by the door smirked to himself. These boys. How Odin handled them, he didn't know. Slyly, arm barely outstretched from their usual position, he pushed at the door with one hand, helping it open whilst allowing the boys to believe it was their own feat of strength.
The tiny princes beamed at each other as the door slid open much easier now, their little feet running at it to create momentum.
"Told you Loki! Told you i was strongerer than you thought!"
Once inside the golden room, the boys stopped, for a mere moment. Some
Dance With Cinderella [Loki + Caedra One Shot]Dance With Cinderella [Loki + Caedra One Shot]11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a time of peace in Asgard, and what better thing in peace is there to do than celebrate for the abundance of life that has been given, defended, and flourished? This grand celebration was in honor of Thor, who had, with the help of Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, brought down a rogue rebellion in Muspelheim. The people of Asgard held Thor in the highest esteem possible. Not only was he a powerful, relentless king but he was a kind and merciful one as well.
Celebrations in Asgard were hardly taken lightly. Mead poured freely from each tavern as the people united in laughter, cheers, and complete merriment. Feasts were held from the middle of the day and well into the night, and it seemed that nothing was held back. And though everyone in Asgard was overjoyed in celebration over their marvelous king, there was one in the palace that was not in quite a celebrating mood – Loki Laufeyson. So what if Thor had dealt with a few troublesome rebels? Was
A Child's Cry Part 18 [Alternate Ending]A Child's Cry Part 18 [Alternate Ending]5 months ago in Drama More Like This
Caedra’s fever broke the next day and from there, the little girl’s health returned at a rather rapid rate. It seemed that she hadn’t been too affected by the cold of Jotunheim, or at least as much as Loki had worried. Caedra was still the quiet child that she had always been since she had been found, but Loki was once again beginning to see the energy and life gleam in her eyes. She didn’t speak at all about what had happened in Jotunheim, and Loki avoided mentioning it to her. As it stood, it seemed that Caedra would have little to no difficultly continuing her young life without this traumatizing event affecting her. Such was the innocence of a young child’s memory.
Once her fever broke, it seemed to take no time for Caedra to gain her strength, and with that, her desire to go outside. As that day and the next quickly passed, she was becoming all the more impatient to leave, and could not understand why she was not allowed to
AwayI want to fly away,Away2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.
Winter's Victim Chapter 1Winter's Victim Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the beginning, there was nothing. Nothing but eternal space and emptiness. A universe ready to sustain life and allow it to thrive. The silence was deafening, and yet, there was no one to hear it. No one alive.
Then came the thunderous roar of one being. One being that would become the ancestor of all men, gods and demons alike. But his hands and the hands of his children, Odin, Vili, and Vé, they fashioned nine realms or what we know as today as the universe.
The higher tier consisted of Asgard, the realm of the gods, Vanaheim, realm of the Vanir gods, Alfheim, realm of the light elves.
In the middle tier was Midgard, realm of the mortals, Jötunheim, the realm of the Ice Giants, and Svartalfheim, the realm of the Dark Elves.
In the lower tier, the tier forgotten by all mortals and not acknowledged by the gods of Asgard, was Nilfheim, the realm of ice and mist, Helhiem, the realm of the dead, and
Muspelheim, the realm of the Fire Giants.
The gods of Asgard, being the most
Reunited - A Child's Cry Part 21 [END]Reunited - A Child's Cry Part 21 [END]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“The difference between grace and mercy is simple.
Mercy is not getting what you deserve, and grace is getting
What you do not deserve.”
As Loki walked around the palace, he made his way to the gardens. He still couldn’t believe that Thor had simply let him go without a punishment. Yes, he had sentenced Loki to imprisonment in the palace, but it was no different from what his life had been before he’d escaped to Jotunheim. There was no added stipulation, there was no privilege removed. Nothing had changed.
He continued to walk, lost in his thoughts, until he heard someone come up beside him. Glancing over his shoulder he saw that it was Frigga.
“May I join you?” she asked.
Loki nodded. “Of course,” he replied, and the two continued to stroll through the variety of trees and flowers.
“I am pleased with Thor’s d
A Day of the FutureI've broken the chains that bound me,A Day of the Future1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running, sprinting for all I love,
Fighting for a chance to see, a chance to breathe.
I've burst through the door of blindness,
Screaming to the world of the light,
Laughing in the new and bright tomorrow.
I've lit a match and threw it to the sky,
Igniting everything from air to stone,
Burning away the shadows of fear.
I've taken hold of my life and set it free,
Flying away at the speed of light,
To tell the world of my glorious dawn.
My darling, my love,
I see you.
PERCEPTIONIn victory there is defeatPERCEPTION2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In joy there is sorrow
In perfection there is imperfection
In love there is hate
In wisdom there is stupidity
Everything is measured against the other
Within the confines of perception
Right becomes wrong
Dark becomes light
The limitless becomes limited
In the compounded vision
Reality gives birth to ignorance
Experience gives way to speculation
The known becomes unknown
In the great irony of things
The free become shackled
Truth becomes illusion
Such is the plight of the spirit.
Temperance - A Child's Cry Part 5Temperance - A Child's Cry Part 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A FEW DAYS LATER
The hours of the night passed quickly and the first rays of the morning light began to show through the window. The warm light on his face made Loki open his eyes slowly. He had found peace in his sleep, which was not something he could usually find when awake. Sif’s words from the prior night still haunted him. He wondered how much this man Gallan knew of his niece. Not much, it would seem since he had not come for her, and Sif insisted she was the only one that knew Caedra was even related to this man. But Loki could never be careful enough. His bargain with Sif could be easily broken by either person. Even so, Loki couldn’t say he was completely ungrateful that she was giving him something of a chance to keep Caedra.
He glanced down and smiled. Caedra lay curled up against his chest, her hair a tangled mess in her face. She breathed steadily and (more importantly) peacefully. Over the past week she’d had a few more night