Tale Of The ForefathersTale Of The ForefathersTale Of The Forefathers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun rises to shine over the green lands.
The warm light revives the sleeping plants.
All that is now sleeping starts to wake up.
The birds start to sing the morning songs of joy.
The forest animals start to come out of the dents.
The air is filled with the smell of fresh grass.
All starts to come to life as spring arrives.
The forest now is full of life.
Young ones now learn how to live in this world.
Parents guide them through the unknown.
Their footsteps are at first unsure but later they become full of life.
The voice of happiness of the young ones now echoes across the lands.
A father wolf shows his son the lands.
The young wolf gazes upon the endless green field.
All the animals run through the grass with grace.
The young ones follow their parents step by step.
Around the river all the forest animals are gathered.
They enjoy the fresh water of the mountains.
The youngsters are afraid of their reflection in the water.
A feast is happening around the rive
Sheba Blackheart BioFull Name: Sheba BlackheartSheba Blackheart Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick Name(s): None
Age: 18 (at death) 27 (current)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Grey, same as her skin
Family: Older Brother; deceased
Power(s): Energia Manipulation, Regeneration, & Transformation. More powers yet to be revealed
Abilities: Super Speed
Weapon(s): Muertos Spear, capable of extending to great lengths
Info: Sheba Blackheart, a teenage girl who sadly died too soon. Police found her murdered, along with her brother, pet dog, and a few henchmen that served under a crime lord. After being revived and given another chance at life, yet having no memory of her past, Sheba has agreed to serve her loyalty to her master, The Black Pumpkin. Most of the time when she's not carrying out orders or facing Jagers, she learns more about becoming a true Muertos from her master's teachings. Deep down within herself, she has feelings for her master, and whether she's of her own free will or not, she will stand by her maste
2nd PoemThe everlasting pain disappeared and no longer hurts me2nd Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cruelty of the world can no longer concern me
And the kitchen knife is stained with my blood no more
I can finally feel the warmth of the sun in summer
I can finally feel the chills of the snow in winter
And yet, I cannot feel the stings of agony from the rusty scissors
If I could, I'd be there for you in your darkest times
If I could, I'd throw my life away for your protection and safety
But I can't, for we both live so far from each other
I don't deserve your general acts of kindness
I don't deserve to be your dearest friend
I don't even deserve the chance to talk to you
To bakkas, they think of you as a target for their childish pranks
To barbarians, they think of you as an object they own
But to me, you are a reincarnation of an angel from the heavens above
We both lost loved ones during our younger years
We both go through difficult situations
And yet, we still live far away from each other
After meeting you, the darkness
Challenge the DragonFlying high over the landChallenge the Dragon6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Around the old palace ruins
The dragons now soar upon the winds
Their throaty cry sings loud and clear
As if they sing out a challenge
To all who dare come near
They say that death awaits
Any man who dares too close
These mighty beasts fear to bow
They have no reason to fear the sword
Around the old palace there now lies
The bones of those who took up the challenge
No one now will cross the stream
The fields around the old palace ruins
Grows wild with heather forever untouched
Not even an innocent child dares the fate
Awaiting any who challenge the dragons
By setting foot too near their home
She’d been raised on stories of valor
Where one’s true love will always return
She had not cried when her love went to war
But there he’d bravely had his last hour
She wished he had not gone away
To answer the enemy’s challenge
Now it seems there is little left for her
She can not see her life go on without him
Her blue s
Google's PrayerGoogle's Prayer10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
Fang BioFull Name: UnknownFang Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: Over 2,000 years
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black with Ruby Red Pupils
Family: No longer has one
Species: Undead, Vampire
Power(s): Affliction, Teleportation, Regeneration
Abilities: Speed, Strength, Defense
Weapon(s): 9 inched Hunting Knives
Info: Long ago when he was human, he was bitten by a vampire, and was later held against his will by the Jagers after they appeared, and killed the vampire for his crimes of taking many lives. Fang later attempted to escape from the Jagers, but failed, and lost his life, he bears the giant scar on his chest to prove it. After the Jagers disposed of his body, many years past, and his body was eventually recovered by the Muertos clan leader, The Black Pumpkin. Fang now serves the Black Pumpkin for bringing him back to the living, and hopes to take his vengeance on the Jagers. Despite knowing that she's a relative of a Jager, he bears a deep passion for Rebecca-Clare Akano
Shane-Vengeance BioFull Name: Shane Alan Poe (named himself that)Shane-Vengeance Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick Name(s): Vengeance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Family: Abusive Father, Mother, and unmet older sister, all deceased
Weapon(s): Iron staff, capable off breaking a human skull on impact (If necessary) And an iron chain, with a length of ten feet. Both custom made, out of the toughest iron
Info: From the beginning, Shane's father always resented him for practically being the cause of the mother's passing after his birth. With no forgiveness in his heart, Shane's father abused him and denied him the comfort of a loving father. Many years later, after seeing the cruelty of society, Shane became his own persona to face against the corruption, Vengeance. Now in order to protect his newly beloved, Shane must face against the forces of which he's never seen before. No matter what happens to him, his love for Alyson will give him the will to keep figh
For Samantha VoorheesLet me weave you a tale about a young girl, who later met the love of her life, a true and famous horror legend.For Samantha Voorhees4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Samantha, a fifteen year old teenage girl, was sitting close to the camp fire. She wears a black short sleeved shirt under a light green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. Her brown eyes are the same color as her long hair, a purple and green bow is tucked behind her right ear. Samantha lets out a long sigh, and continues to stare at the fire. The others are sound asleep, she is alone with her thoughts.
Samantha then turns and glares at the dark corners of the woods, as a sudden sound of rustling terrifies her.
"Who's out there?" Samantha whispers, not wanting to wake the others.
She heard nothing, save the rustling.
Samantha jumps to her feet. "Who's out there?!"
Suddenly, a strong breeze blows up from the ground. The fire goes out, everything is dark. Samantha's heart slowly begins to race as the cold chills of fear paralyze her. Sudden screams of horror fill the very air S
LostAlone in silence I am tonightLost3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Leaning on some broken dreams
The world is spinning round in circles
And I am too weak to be still.
Are you there to see me falling
As I try to move away
Or is this just your iron shadow
Keeping me to be awake?
I am trapped now in the horizon
Blindly searching for the light
There's an echo in the distance
Destroying softly the narrow path.
Will you hear me lost in silence?
Will you try to stop my world?
Will you free me when you see me
Kept in darkness of your sleep?
Creation by DestructionToday I littered my aspirations into a wicker basket.Creation by Destruction3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gathered a blanket and some twine, wrapped it tight.
I set fire to the basket with the coming of the moon.
the embers danced in unison as my dreams faded away.
I will awake in the sun and create a new world,
a crystalline portrayal of insight and renewal.
castles made of quartz, roads of marble,
connecting the byways of my life and my needs.
I will live there happily forever,
underneath an endless diamond sky.
Everything will turn out well in the end,
life is what you make it.
Your body, your home, your vessel.
The cathedrals and vaults of your sub-concious
are all immaterial and faceless.
Make your own sky,
look into it.
1st PoemThere is darkness all around me1st Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep piercing black that I cannot breath
My life has been torn apart
The pain is everlasting
Seeing the world so cruel
Makes me want to gouge my eyes out
My soul is darker than the sky at night
My thirst is greater than a vampire locked away for eternity
And my hatred for my foes is hotter than the flames of hell
Standing within the sunlight, I feel no warmth
Standing within a blizzard, I feel no chills
But with a rusty pair of scissors, I feel the stings of agony
My Father is nothing but a mystery to me
My Mother is nothing but a void walker to me
As for myself, I am nothing but a shadow in the mist
Forever, I shall remain a victim to this world of corruption
Never again shall I endure happiness
Only pain.....misery.....and sadness
ChaosChaos2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
For Every GirlFor every girl who was a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she said no to a boyFor Every Girl1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every girl who was a ‘slut’ ‘cause she said yes
For every girl who was an object ‘cause she had tits
For every girl who couldn’t wear that ‘cause boys can’t control themselves
For every girl who was ‘asking for it’ ‘cause she wore a short skirt
For every girl who was a ‘prude’ ‘cause she wore a long one
For every girl who was a ‘challenge’ ‘cause she liked other girls
For every girl who was ‘easy’ ‘cause she liked both
For every girl who nobody heard ‘cause she didn’t have a dick (or maybe because she did)
For every girl who everyone ignored ‘cause she was ‘on her period’
For every girl who was ‘fat’ ‘cause she had dessert
For every girl who was ‘anorexic’ ‘cause she didn’t
For every girl who was ‘insecure’
Unfinished TormentShe hadn't wanted to wear the mask. It wasn't the sort of thing one just worenot because it was too flashy; it was by no means plain but people on the street wouldn't look more than three timesbut because losing the mask would be tantamount to losing her soul.Unfinished Torment2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She wore it anyway, though, because They told her to and defying Their orders would mean losing her soul anyway. At least this way she could try to keep track of the thing. Souls were surprisingly easy to hold onto when you were wearing them on your head.
Half her face was hidden behind the mask, but her mouth was left free, for which she was grateful because even with it just around her eyes she felt like suffocating. Her mindher imaginationher memory turned the smooth, cold metal (not yet warmed by her hot and sweat-less skin) into layers of a crumpled, scratchy burlap sack, and the chatter of people around her became three sets of heavy, raspy breathing. She didn't like having her vision o