-The Dragon-Heated breath-The Dragon-3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chilling stare through faceted eyes
Hoarder of the shiny things
On enemies' bones the creature feasts
An incredible force
Claws large as a wagon
Nobody dares to insult a dragon.
-No Phantom Rider-A weary heart-No Phantom Rider-3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A kiss goodbye
A winding road in my mind's eye
A shining light
A weakened breath
A signature on the book of death
A chilling grasp
A single tear
I'll be with her through all the years
A moment's peace
Sadness inside her
For she has lost her phantom rider
-Sweetest Darling-Sweetest darling-Sweetest Darling-3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A soothing smile
A warm embrace
Always longing to see your face
A life of sunshine
A world of fun
A time of laughter
A hopeful morning
A restful sleep
A joyful noonday and evening's safe keep.
Szordrin, Ramiel, and troubleSzordrin Har'zar. A skilled assassin if ever there was one. The dark elf had a reputation for being handy in the art of disconnected kills; after all, nobody wanted a murder that led back to them. The rogue outlaw was a very cruel lad, his mood constantly sour. There are those who assume it is because of his circumstances that he was as such; others believe it is simply the way he was. Szordrin would kill anyone for money. But he never knew that fact would bring him to such an interesting adventureSzordrin, Ramiel, and trouble3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lord Nimmel held up a bag of coins, shaking it slightly to confirm what was in it. He looked towards the young dark elf, pleased with what he saw. Those blood red eyes held no mercy. "This paltry sum is your beginning pay, assassin. You will be paid the rest of the amount stated when you have succeeded in your mission." The powerful human ruler tossed the sack of currency at the dark elf and watched as deft reflexes quickly caught it. "Yes." was the simple response. No questions as
Marianna And TanasheMarianna sat in the corner of the library, the only sound being the clicking of wood against wood as she knit together a scarf. The library of Castle Dracula was the only place where she could even barely manage to attain the peace and quiet that she longed for. Sometimes the action within the castle was just far too much. The female was pretty, long black hair and bright green eyes set in a very pale complexion. As usual her raven hair fell in front of her face, shielding it from the view of anyone who would enter the room that housed an extensive collection of books.Marianna And Tanashe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wore a long blue dress and two fabric wristlets, one a deep sapphire and the other a beautiful violet. Dirin, the great shaggy wolf that always accompanied her, was nowhere in sight; even he was giving her some time alone.
However, Anna just wasn't meant to be alone. A shadowy figure started appearing in a dark cloud of smoke, quite frightening; the figure was robed, yet hazy. The robes were tattered and a
-Hide Away-I don't want to think it-Hide Away-3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let me turn a blind eye
I don't want to hear it
Let me live in the sky
I don't want to know it
My heart will shed tears
I don't want to see it
Or confirm my fears
I don't want to say it
I want to keep smiling
I don't want to feel it
Fake numbers I'm dialing
I don't want to live it
Just pretend that it's play
I don't want to have it
Just pretend what I may
-Raindrops-Drip-Raindrops-3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soaking through the cold cracked stone
Chilling passengers all alone
Changing plans for outside play
Nothing to do on a rainy day.
Yet peace is found as liquid drops
All around the silence stops
The sweetest sound of rainfall here
Echoing winds both far and near
It drips along windows, it drips on walls
It makes squiggly patterns as it falls
Watering plants for tomorrow's light
Providing rest for morning's flight
Hear the music of the air
As raindrops fall everywhere
The lightest mist or hardest pour
Rain is true life forevermore.
Skin Thin SinSpots of red liquid splattered against the cold glass window, cruel and dark shadows swirling around and dancing eerily across the walls. The suffocating silence of the dreary room, lighted only from the moon in the sky, was music to the beings ears. A twisted smile formed on pale, blood-stained lips.Skin Thin Sin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A heart-beat stuttered and stopped, giving one last weakened throb before it ceased all action and thus ended the life of its host.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Finally a sound, but nothing near comforting for any mortal who would have been unlucky enough to be in the room. That red liquid, so thick and tantalizing. The body at the feet of the tall, absurdly thin being was still and unmoving. A giggle burst forth from the bloodied lips. "That's what you get for being so fat!" the female chided at the empty carcass, sucked dry of its living liquid.
"Delicious." she whispered. "But so many calories! Yuck! Ah well, I don't change with this body! I'll stay perfect and pale forever!" The blonde-ha
Thou Shall Not Fall'Thou shall not fall'Thou Shall Not Fall3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The eleventh of the hallowed commandments of the marvelous Lord Almighty. Glory churned to ashes, praises distorted to hollow echoes of malice and hate. Silver rays of shining light reduced to ghostly wisps of shimmering reflection. A hallowed hall of sacred essence set to burn by a zealous horde of disconcerting melodies. Burning warmth of beating throbs frozen to the thickest orbs of ice.
What a horrifying day; one to be forever recorded upon the pages of man's history in the stained red ink of blood and scrawled with the bony claw of a skeletal finger as a wavering soul's last testimony to a hapless life of empty rings.
What was once vivid vision changed into a sparse collection of empty folds in a complete and utter nothingness. Strengthened pillars of solid stone guarding peace of nature over ages of time, worn thin and crumbling by the crack of misfortune resting in the miserable core of a deceptively fragile being.
Hold on. Grasp the edge of the crag
Light and LFaded mysteriesLight and L3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hand in hand
But always apart
A world of glass
In black and white
Souls take flight
Light and dark
A twisted sense
A lifeless shell
But so is the life
Of Light and L.
Rainbow TearsLiquid tears of blue and greenRainbow Tears3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yellow eyes with whites unseen
Dark red blood, streaming down
Violet lips without a sound
Sweet orange hopes seem to show
Only to be washed with indigo.
A Poem Of LoveA brush of silence over the hillA Poem Of Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sweet caress when all is still
His touch is gentle like the breeze
His warmth engulfs me before I freeze
A heart, a hope, a kiss, a hug
A simple smile, or careless shrug
His love envelopes all around
From his lips comes a joyful sound
Two normal creatures, made from above
Full of wonder, and full of love.
I stare at the paper in my hands, wondering if it is too much. Maybe I should go with something simpler, like a plain 'I love you'? But my feelings are so great, I don't think those three words can do them justice. I glance at my watch; my boyfriend is supposed to come in five minutes. I smile and look back at the paper, albeit a bit nervously. What is wrong with me? I've never been so scared of what other people think of me, but I find my knees shaking from fear that my poem is too cheesy and weird. I'm not Shakespeare, after all.
His voice instantly registers in my head. Like it's just somehow natural, a smile lights up my face as I turn my
A Single Flower"Stop being a fool, Serena. It's not going to bloom." Serena's mother took her hand and started pulling her away from the overgrown garden. "It's been three years since you planted it. It's never once shown a single flower." Serena was ten. She'd planted a flower in the small garden against her house when they moved. But even though it'd been three years, the flowers never came.A Single Flower3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Your grades are slipping, Serena. Why do you always have these dark circles under your eyes? If you're staying up late and not studying, I won't take you to see your plant this year." Serena was fourteen. Her mother didn't know or understand. Serena's friends at school had started to introduce her to things. Things that made her feel better. Things that made her forget her mother didn't love her and her father was dead. Her plant started drooping.
"Serena, I am appalled! How could you do this to me? I had to pay five hundred dollars just to get you out of jail! You stupid girl, I thought I taught you better! I
The importance of being idleThe importance of being idle3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gdy koło trzeciej zabrakło alkoholu, wszyscy poza mną i Siergiejem rozeszli się w swoje strony, uznając imprezę za skończoną. Siedzieliśmy zatem na dachu szkoły tylko my dwaj, z przytulonymi do siebie ramionami i splecionymi od niechcenia dłońmi, pod czarnym, ale spokojnym niebem, wśród pustych puszek i czyichś wymiocin, którymi ubrudziłem sobie buty. Wszystko wokół było ciemne, niemal namacalne, nawet nasze myśli tylko papieros w ustach Siergieja jarzył się jasnym punkcikiem. Pierwszy raz niepokoiła mnie cisza między nami, przerywana krótkimi salwami śmiechu. Szalonego śmiechu, który zdawał się wynosić ponad wszystko. Jak gdyby ten, który się śmiał, gardził wszystkim i każdym, nawet własnym życiem. A przecież ja sam znałem t
Spinning FasterSpinning spinning faster nowSpinning Faster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running running through the clouds
Up and down and all around
Swarming faster through the clouds
Hopes and dreams and wishes dear
Hold them close to God so near
Spinning spinning faster now
Running running through the clouds
Right to left and left to right
Old and weary souls take flight
Raining tears are gone from here
No more sadness no more fear
Spinning spinning faster now
Running running through the clouds.
ImbolcShe will wear a crown of lightsImbolc2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the wishing tree,
in the white lady's honour,
in the begining of spring.
Bride's flame burns
for flowers I believe.
When I see the snowdrops,
I know its spring
Can't save youI saw you standing there.Can't save you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew you were broken,
Like the cracks in that old porcelain doll,
Beauty leaked from those imperfections.
I wanted to know you,
I needed to show you how beautiful you are.
I approached you,
Crossing the cold floor to reach the beam of light that draped across your skin.
Please tell me your name,
Please tell me your story,
Please let me in.
But something about it is all wrong.
You take me by the hand and lead me away.
My heart is beating so fast.
I just want to hear your voice.
Fingers are trailing up my sides.
Lips brush against my neck.
A body presses me into the wall.
This is wrong,
I love you,
I love you,
Why are you doing this?
I love you!
Your nails bite into my skin.
I love you...
I love you...
I want to die.
UntitledShe comes into this worldUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a smile as bright as the sun
Leaves with death and tears swirled
To the pain, completely numb
All around the world falls apart
Downhill from starry start
Hope alive within her
Memories of the past stir
Past is gone, future is late
Today controls her fate
Dieing tomorrow, living today
Alone, demons never at bay
Always struggling after the storm
Crying as life she mourns
Faith never leaving
Pushing on, surviving
Her hatred subsides to love
She realizes nothing compares to above
Pain and despair are tempoary
Family and friends are an entertinty
Making peace, she leaves
Forever remembered in all eyes
Lady-Parts, Lady, Leisure1. My Lady-PartsLady-Parts, Lady, Leisure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deliver me to space.
In the black hole confines
I will compress you to nothing
and swallow what air is not there
and crave dissipation as if it were
a human right,
to explode into something so infinitesimal
it is almost nothingness infinite.
Between my legs is a finite being.
Some famous artists have portrayed it
as an erotic flower.
I walk past the counter of deli meat and debate this.
It sits there between my legs with the little nub of an eye,
Cyclops sex staring at me, daring me to look away,
as I lay naked, curled in a ball.
It will not blink or wink, it is paralyzed, the one eye.
"What?" I finally ask. "What is it that you want me to do?"
Every morning I wake up and follow you to disaster,
my failed attempts at closure:
rubber cement, sand, men.
2. My Lady
She leaves me vitamins
in the early AM.
She doesn't want me getting sick.
A trail of blackberries and orange slices
that drag me out of bed in the cold morning stupor
to weave through the labyrinth of our dirty
29 to Lifei don't think she understands the sacrifices that i made.29 to Life3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe if this bitch had acted right i woulda stayed.
But i've already wasted over half my life i woulda laid
down and died for you,
i no longer cry for you.
No more pain, bitch, you
took me for granted,
took my heart and ran it
straight into the planet,
into the dirt i can no longer stand it...
Where'd you go, Mom?
Were the pressures so hard that you
dip out on your family?
Was the new life we were sposed to start together
not good enough to life for?
i guess you didn't consider
how your daughters would hurt
after being abandoned permanently,
or how your fiance would feel
when he came back to an empty home.
Bitter all this time,
believe it or not i
once got high
and talked to your picture
for two fucking hours,
hoping you heard me somewhere,
Were you even there?
The least you coulda done
was listen to me, just that once,
to hear my goodbyes
and digest those sighs
that i never got to you
The Desecration of Miss MollyI let you intoxicate me.The Desecration of Miss Molly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I
let that happen.
The evil, acrid pill of your pitiable state
did intoxicate me like a noxious gas.
When did my aimless wandering
become so blatant and disturbing?
I am the headless chicken. Still I gurgle.
Do not take me under your wing, mother hen,
King of Men,
Son of Sam.
I know where you lay
and I know where I lay,
and we cannot comingle,
you sadist, sympathetic as you are.
You knocked me down
into the burning field of bedsheets
that crackled and spit under me
and I gasped and grasped and flailed
and arched my back,
and there you were
I clung to you
and stuck to you
because I could not think what else to do,
so strangled as I was by the confusion
of the love drug,
the poison that turned every laceration into
the embrace of a hug.
I spit and thrashed,
and you found me the prettiest little spider
and did not mind my poison,
my words, my "what's," "how's," and "no's,"
did not mind the noise and feel
of my writhing,
The RelationshipI have for you kinetic emotion.The Relationship4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It vacillates like a wooden duck
between savagery and child-toy precaution.
Irritation, adorationgreen within the ocean.
Love not with the tide, but ebbing in luck,
this ever-undulating emotion.
The monumental fickleness of this great token,
heads and tails of some sexless buck:
one side savagery, one side precaution.
I watch, removed, the pendulum motion
start to pause and think, then seize and chuck,
and this for you is my kinetic emotion.
Because within every clock is a tiny piece broken
and the cuckoo runs fine til it's time to cluck
the twelve notes of savage precaution.
Above all is the inertia that keeps me open,
organs vulnerable to every flinch and fuck.
I blush and embrace your kinetic emotion
ripping at you, savagery lubed in precaution.