Thinking about you.As I sit here and ponderThinking about you.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I just can't help but wonder
if you still feel the same about me
Do you still love me, I wonder
Doth your love for me grow fonder?
I really don't believe it, honestly
I hope that you remember
you're the fire to my ember
you're all I think about all night and day
I'm in love with your blue eyes
and your smile that lights the skies
but do you still feel the same about me?
I recall one icy winter
the sharp air like a splinter
where you said you would hold me through the night
I thought "I must be crazy"
to think you're so amazing
because something about you just feels so right
I want you as my first kiss
Don't worry, I'm sure you won't miss
I'd be absolutely pleased to be your bride
I'd walk with you 'til sunset
best we not get our feet wet
in the to and fro reclining of the tide
And as I sit and ponder
I just can't help but wonder
What will it take to make you always mine?
Why I fightJake has become the rider of last shadow and is gathering his army. Yet he still feels the regrets of what happened. And he just wants to let his hurt mate know why he came back and why he fights for them.Why I fight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why I fight
If you are one of us help us!
The ground rumbled with thunder as hooves pounded the dirt and the sky echoed with screeches. The beat of war drums rumbled through the air as the heart of the warriors' moral.
Within a day, Jake's group was able to reach the clans of the plans and of the seaboard to have their warriors come and help. When they returned, Jake saw the other fliers return with more of the clans across the land.
Jake stood with his arm resting against a tree trunk. They would all be heading to war soon and Jake knew this. He felt someone approach from behind him. He looked behind him through the corner of his eye. It was Neytiri. He took a deep breath and turned to her. They haven't had any time to talk alone. They needed to talk.
"Oel Ngati Kameie"
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
Why the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings were wrongYou read that right, people. I am going to tackle the bombings which brought World War II to an end, the bombings which killed 246,000+ people: Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Keep in mind, despiteWhy the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings were wrong1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
Today, I will explain why the bombings were morally wrong.
In the last year of World War II, Japan was on it's last knees. It was a dying a slow, painful death. It had lost every island, it had been pushed into a corner, it's military was collapsing, both the US and the Soviet Union were converging on Japan on all sides, but Japan was fighting to the bitter end. You know what happened.
Yes, I will accept that Hiroshima and Nagasaki both had military bases, but that doesn't justify dropping two nuclear bombs on two cities, killing god-knows-how-many-civilians. Before and very early in the war, the US viciously and rightfully condemned the Empire of Japan for it's war crimes, one of which was the mass murder of 30,000 people in China. There is no justification for that either, but
Who Am I?Who am I?Who Am I?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who are you?
We look the same.
Are we one but two?
What am I?
What are you?
You seem so confident.
I seem so blue.
Where am I?
Where are you?
You are flat.
I'm touchable, its true.
I am real.
You're a reflection.
People think I'm you,
but it's a misperception.
End of the IslandEnd of the Island3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My son, let me tell you of a place that we shall all go to one day.
This place is situated at the very end of this island, at the top of the last cliff, facing north where all the Gods dwell. The sea there is rough and batters the cliff in a vain attempt to destroy the building laid atop. This Hall, covered in black soot over the ages, always bellows a dark greasy smoke into the sky, creating black clouds that are sent by the gods and winds to our enemies beyond the sea.
The stench and ashes that these clouds carry to the southern isles reminds continuously our foe that we will come again, as they cower in fear at the thought.
In this place, only the dead are allowed to enter.
There is one exception, though.
At the base of the hill, a small tower beacons it feeble light onto the path that leads to the sacred dwelling. There lives a man, old as the island itself, of whom nobody knows the name. The Elders bow in respect to him, our women bring him food weekly, for that is the kind of man
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt. 1Chapter 1 PrologueSkyrim: The Thief Chpt. 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
Noster Eagle-Eye leaned against his regular post as the cold night air scratched at his exposed skin, his only rags not providing the insulation needed. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, he watched as his breath was revealed right in front of him, almost like a dragon's smoke. This was normal though, ever since he'd started living on the streets, he'd gotten accustomed with the harsh downsides of having no roof over your head. But the sound of the main gate opening caught his attention, making him forget about the weather for a couple of seconds. Looking towards the gate, he watched as a figure entered, shrouded in a black cloak, their head covered by a hood of the same darkness. Once the stranger had closed the gate, he started making his way towards The Winking Skeever. However, before he reached the front door, Noster let out a small cough, causing the stranger's head to quickly turn to face him. Both worried and confused, Noster watched as the stranger made
The Aliit Cyal'koThe Mandalorian Enclave on Osmira was a small walled town unto itself contained by a much larger city around it and home to roughly 2000 individuals from various Mandalorian clans, none of whom were important to either the Mandalorian people or galactic history. There were thousands of Mandalorian clans throughout the galaxy- they didn’t all matter.The Aliit Cyal'ko3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
They had fought in the various conflicts that had involved their people but hadn’t set themselves apart. Despite that lack of importance on the political scale it could be argued that the most important, though not the most numerous of those insignificant, nothing clans that had never even seen the ancestral Mandalorian Homeworld was clan Cyal’Ko.
Like every other Mandalorian home in the enclave The Cyal’Ko property was a fortress, high walls, topped with razor wire, surrounding a yard and a several multi-family houses all with durasteel shutters that would slam down at the touch of a button.
Laughter Incarnate 2.0Laughter IncarnateLaughter Incarnate 2.02 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Based on The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
The Jester lies dead. My final contract has been completed. Oh, how he laughed and laughed, until he didn't.
The Dread Lord will be pleased, I'm sure, with a jester fit for a king. Maybe I could have spared him, sent him away. Far away where no one could find him.
He was an interesting fellow, and very funny, perhaps too funny. I feel regret, an emotion I haven't given the time of day in over ten years.
With a quill between his fingers and his nerves in an uproar, Cicero shakily wrote in his leather-bound journal. His free hand clutched a violet handkerchief that he idly rubbed between his fingers.
But did I save his soul? No prayer for this one, no, no. The Listener is gone. What does it mean when our Matron does not sanctify the contract? Does the soul still make it to Sithis?
The young man sighed and then remembered the cloth was stained in blood. He let it go and occupied his palm with his chin, s
Raised by Wolves: Chapter FourteenHe stole the breath from my lungs, literally. My hands clawed at his skin, my nails biting into the flesh of his arms. I tried to pull away but his hand held me into place and just when I thought I would pass out, he breathed into my mouth filling my lungs with his breath. His lips still pressed solidly against mine.Raised by Wolves: Chapter Fourteen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
With air, once again in my lungs I loosened my grip from his arms and relaxed into his embrace. His hand released my jaw sliding behind my head and into my hair.
He pulled back from the kiss. "Relax lass I'll not be biting you today, unless you beg me to." He said with a roguish wink. I opened my mouth to respond but his lips captured mine parting them farther by slipping his tongue between my teeth. I tried to pull away surprised by his boldness, but his hand still intertwined in my hair held my head firmly in place. My eyes fluttered closed as my heart beat furiously in my chest as his mouth worked mine.
Lord the man could kiss. His teeth nipped my lower lip. I gas
Crazy?Am I crazy?Crazy?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I am.
Yup, definitely crazy.
That's what I am.
I must be crazy.
I have to be out of my mind.
I don't want to be like everyone else.
I don't want to dress up.
I don't want a relationship.
I don't want to fall into fads.
I don't want to listen to gossip.
I don't want to be mean.
I don't want to be super nice.
I don't want to constantly be on my phone.
I don't want to listen to your problems.
I want to be myself.
I want to wear miss-matched clothes.
I want to be by myself.
I want to like what I like.
I want to hear silence.
I want to be caring.
I want to be calm.
I want to deal with my own problem.
I want to hear my own thoughts.
I want to be myself.
The Dragon's Fool'See!' said the Dragon. 'Am I not exactly like a human king?'The Dragon's Fool3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His tail was draped over the throne, his head almost touching the high ceiling. The old King's crown looked like a bracelet perched upon his head. The old King himself was sinking down towards the Dragon's stomach.
'Off with his head!' He pointed randomly at a courtier. 'And off with his head! Hahaha! This is terrific fun! Where is my executioner?'
'He isn't here at present, Your Majesty,' said Jane. 'He'll be in the tavern, I should think. He tends to drink himself silly on his days off. The old King used to tell him to keep his axe sharp and his wits dull. You see, he so hated to disappoint the crowd with a quick execution.'
The Dragon looked at her, and his eyes narrowed as he said, 'You've got a silly hat on. What is the point of you?'
'I am a fool, Your Majesty.'
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.2Chapter 2 The Thieves GuildSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.23 years ago in Settings More Like This
Talon groaned as yet another lockpick broke, dropping the fragments to the ground as he searched his satchel for a replacement. Another crash of thunder sounded overhead as the rain thundered down on Talon's thin armour, chilling him to the bone. With the only light source being the moon, Talon had no choice but to see with his touch, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt another lockpick right at the bottom, hidden underneath his map. He was in Riften, the so called home of the Thieves Guild, standing outside the Thane's house as he desperately tried to break in. He'd heard that an adventurer from outside the city had been newly appointed the Thane of Riften, meaning that there had to be some notable loot lying around somewhere. As he finally heard the tumbler activate, he silently cheered as the door opened, allowing him to escape from the storm and enter the warm. Gently closing it behind him, Talon looked around the room he'd entered, obvi
EscapeCars flashed by, little more than metallic blurs of grays, whites and blacks, as well as the occasional red or blue. Their white and yellow headlights were blinding, offering the only source of light that the young woman had from where she stood, walking through the grass that lined the side of the highway.Escape3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was something that just felt peaceful about it all; the starless void of black that was the night sky overhead, the cool air that left goosebumps budding on her arms when it touched her skin, the shapeless cars speeding by her...
It was comforting being able to forget about everything, even if just for the moment; of all her troubles, of all of this horrible running, of Them and all the pain They had caused...
The young woman blinked, looking up and realizing only after she had bumped into her companion that she was trailing too closely behind him.
She grunted upon impact, gripping her friend's light blue shirt as she staggered back to keep from falling. The tall, wir
A hero will rise. --chapter one--Dragon's Dive was a city in the center of the Hightop Mountain Valley. Its buildings were made of wood and stone, but unfortunately its people weren't as tough. The conditions were harsh in the valley. Being one of the northern most cities in all Mysthaven, it faced constant low temperatures. The sky was always white, the air was always thin, and the earth was always solid.A hero will rise. --chapter one--3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The city was well sized enough that in a seat of business -such as the blacksmith, tailor, or butcher- a person would know everyone in town, but if not, a person would have plenty of people to meet. No walls marked the edges of the city, so there was room for expansion, and repair. But a watchtower stood at each corner. In the towers were men from the city guard. Not many were in the guard, for it was a volunteer organization, but those not in, respected them anyway and followed the laws. There was no head of town, but certain townsmen were trusted and looked up to the most.
In the center of town, there was a circle
Brothers-Part I::SaviourBrothers-Part I::Saviour10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Darkness fell quickly. Lights flicker in the distance showing a small figure, a crow or a raven, on someones shoulder. The lights continued flickering till light felt it should no longer show its self, and completely dissapeared. And it was dark.
The person shifted and a loud squwak was heard from the bird. Then complete silence, and darkness, creating a deep emptyness in the land.
After a short , eery, period the person lit a candle. The dim light revealed many things; the mans slender figure, his dark green eyes and his hair which was whiter then the light described to you to your eaternal rest. It also showed chains--rusted, stained chains. Chains that supported another boy up by his wrists, lightly cutting them. The boys body was also cut,as well as bruised, burned, and in some places, swollen. His pants were shreaded and stained by once streaming crimson blood and his hair was matted to his face, as if he were a young abused dog.
The white haired one set the candle
the sinkingthe ocean was calmthe sinking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the royal vessel
was sailing under a blazing sun
the crew was fatigued
this heat was an nightmare
the men was at the verge of breaking
under the command of captiain Bielta
without knowing why
the ocean has changed
the grays clouds are appeared
and a stormy wind arose
the Panic began to win the ship
the commander howled on his men
to remain calm
during this agitation
the second in command
perceived a sweet melody
in coming from the ocean
the next moment
a sailor is fell overboard
a gunsmith has killed himself with his weapon
madness seized the ship
it was not a mutiny
it was a mass suicide
bielta looked around
he saw a woman in the ocean
of great beauty
playing the lyre
that he looked this creature
her appearance had changed
her face was deformed
her beauty had disappeared
this thing had bewitched all the crew
it only remained that him
and a deaf sailor
has traumatize his mind
losing his ship
is a heavy burden
why am I still al
Skyrim: The Thief Chpt.4Chapter 4 BanditsSkyrim: The Thief Chpt.42 years ago in Settings More Like This
The sound of birds chirping filled the air as the sun shone down on the grassy plains surrounding Whiterun. All around, deer roamed and drank from a small pond. However, they ran in fear as the sound of footsteps pressing down on the muddy ground filled their ears. No sooner had they ran, a team of three made their way over the grassy knoll, completely oblivious to the creatures that had previously inhabited that area. The leader of the group was a female Imperial with long, messy, black hair and war paint covering one of her eyes. She wore a set of ebony armor, minus the helmet and had an ebony sword sheathed at her side. Behind her was a male Breton wearing a different set of armor. Like the Imperial, he wore ebony armor. However, he wore a pair of steel plate boots with a Stormcloak Officer Hood and braces. On his back was his enchanted glass bow which he'd named 'Fear Fire'. And finally, trailing behind them, was a female Dark Elf with a blonde mohawk. Her
.+.Demons Past.+.-prologuePrologue.+.Demons Past.+.-prologue10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Cool Air swirled about the tiny form. Her eyes watered slightly as she pouted, walking back home. Her eyes where a luscious yellow her ears laid back and her hair a soft blue. 'Tis not fair. She whimpered softly and wrapped her arms around her tiny form. All she wanted was to stay there and watch her father, but he insisted on her going on and going to sleep since she was still a....child....I hate that word.... She grinned to herself and decided to take the long way home. Daddy Will NEVER know! She giggled to herself and passed into the woods. Her father forbid her to go into the woods. She never knew why, but the answer would come clear.......
A Dark figure swooped down standing within the shadows. The young girl fell to the ground weeping as a large thorn ripped open her hand. The figure didn't scare her. Her eyes seemed to look up and plead at him to help....She screamed loudly in pain, the sound traveling through the wo
Keleheu's TowerFar in deepest sandsKeleheu's Tower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Almost buried a tower stands
A tower made of stone
Crystal glass and bleached bone
A hundred metres high
Legend of the tower tell
Of a people which once rose and fell
Before their death they took their power
And sealed it all within the tower
Long before Beladi reign
A thousand years have come and gone
Greatest deeds have since been done
But no matter where the thieves have crept
The tower all its secrets kept
Along their drying husks
Sometimes when the sun grows dim
A traveller comes and brings with him
A desert rose, a gear, a star
Stories and tales from way and far
And whispers of the tower
They walk into the riddler's den
Never to be seen again
Like oh so many done before
And after them will many more
To catch at least a glimpse
Of who buried riches wants to claim
Only skull and bones remain
Of those called no single thread
Legend tells they are not dead
But welcomed into the tower
The storm subsides
The mass divides
A traveler comes from the sands
Just a PoemJust a Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every night i think about you
Every night i want to be with you
Every night i want to dream about you
Every night i wish i could leave earth...
And wake up on Pandora...
Next to you...
Every night i will keep trying...
Because its the only thing...
That keeps me going...
I could never hurt you...
I could never lie to you...
I just wish i could be with you...
HandsOur hands tell strange things;Hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
direct them towards my own and
they'll surely tell secrets in the space
between them, silent laughs.
Things we'll never know about ourselves
are spattered across our fingertips and
sweaty palms in tell tale marks of
wear and tear, but we can't read them.
There is an awkwardness in hands with
no secrets to tell, watch as my hands baulk
when blank hands step forward to hold them.
Give me your stories, give me your pains,
I'll carry them all in my heart-heavy hands.
The Commuter's NarrativeI can't even begin to explain to you how much public transportation bugs me. It seems words can't even grasp the amount of filth and lack of systematic planning that creates the null void of rational thought, smack dab in the middle of Boston.The Commuter's Narrative3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Trains, bus, and commuter rail: It's all the same crap, every day.
But, as ridiculous and dirt-attracting this moldy rail system is, our society thrives on it. A generous amount of people, especially in our current economic state, take public transportation to reach their job. That job, in turn, creates local revenue.
Without revenue, Boston would shrivel into a monstrous waste of rust and nothingness.
Sometimes, I wish it wasn't there. Just some force of other-worldly power could yank the entire system off the face of the planet, tossing it into the blank void of space itself. It's a hassle, costly, and attracts a certain group of undesirables.
But, fact is, there are more commuters besides trash-smeared hobos and sickly-thin crack-addicts