Four Seasons of Death: Autumn A sudden burst of cold autumn rain overwhelms him as he's walking down the street. It chills him to the bone and makes his body trembling pray for mercy, but he doesn't feel the freezing kisses of rainwater, not even the slightest chill down his spine.Four Seasons of Death: Autumn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knows his body desperately begs him to turn around and run home, but he mechanically walks further. An obstinate will keeps him walking even though he is soaking wet.
The faint glow from the streetlights makes the wet asphalt sparkle like the skin of a grey snake, slithering through a labyrinth of silent concrete giants with thousands of blind eyes.
He's walking almost alone, only the rain is keeping him company while the city sleeps. A thorn of sadness stabs his heart as he realizes that he could never have fit in this world. He's like the one jigsaw you don't know where to put in an almost complete puzzle, a black stain on a white suite, the darkness that devast
doubly romanticBallad of the Loversdoubly romantic1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Arrows of madness have pierced their hearts,
yearning's disrupted the tender flesh -
what regard do they have for the powers that be
when in the throes of passion they thrash?
They dance among graves on feet lightened by
love's maddening magic - they could nigh fly!
Above the bed of a hero they stop,
gown and girth to the ground they drop,
then in a bare, lovesome embrace unite -
the flame of their desire rouses the knight.
"How dare you to disturb a warrior's rest?"
He stands; honor's trinkets gleam on his chest.
Dawn will still find them together - cold,
covered by shiny dewdrops of gold.
The Cold-Handed Queen
Silver silence woven in her hair;
wherever she goes, a chill in the air;
majestic wisdom in her eyes of frost;
delicate skin as pale as a ghost;
soft and alluring voice that exits
a perfect pair of cold, bluish lips;
she comes to deliver with a tender kiss
each soul from pain into stillness and bliss;
hands of stern beauty the eyelids close -
she's the nobl
5 random poemsDaydream5 random poems1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At the sight of a slender neck
fingers tingle, minds lose track,
juices flow, the world turns black;
finally the eyes roll back.
Tolerance Is The Last Virtue Of A Dying Society
On scarlet earth grow the brightest flowers;
on ground untouched by death, nothing will bloom.
Wallowing in their infertile pleasures
the sybarites are blind to their own doom.
Withdrawal tremors run through brittle bones
spreading microfractures up the spine
from groin to brain, back and forth it goes
bursting through consciousness' Siegfried Line -
her ghostly image in ghastly flashbacks floats
above the fields of genocide where hopes
lie with their delicate throats slit
and dissolve in alcohol bit by bit,
until skeletonized memories are piled
in mass graves, and all the losses filed
in cold drawers that posterity owns.
Gods wade in guts and gore that runs down
their glistening armor in streams;
they conduct and compose symphonies and hymns
to their godly will out of the screams.
majdnem tizennyolcElőttem az Élet: az arcomba bámul,majdnem tizennyolc2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rettegek tőle és moccanni sem merek.
Szülői elvárás savesője rám hull,
azt akarják, hogy még náluk is több legyek.
Mi lesz, ha feladom? Talán letagadnak,
vagy a húgom lesz majd helyettem a bajnok.
Mért hittem magamat pótolhatatlannak?
Mindig lesz egy másik, aki nálam is jobb.
Mi van, ha feladom? Fölösleges leszek,
szüleim szégyene, álmot hajkurászó,
mások nyakán élő mindörökké-gyerek,
kiskockás füzetben érzelmekkel játszó.
Hogyha nem adom fel, talán belebukom,
kerékbe tör majd a waldorftalan világ,
a sors kemény keze tengervíz alá nyom,
szememben elhervad a sötét fényvirág,
de az is lehet, hogy én leszek a győztes,
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal WindListen To The Whisper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging FireTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
Ch5: Our inner strugglesWARNING: YAOI (boyxboy love)Ch5: Our inner struggles4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What Happens in the Library?
Chapter five: Our inner struggles
Jaidyn walked silently through the library, humming a soft slow tune as he strolled down the aisle. The warm musty smell of the books invited him in and made him feel as if he was in a fairy tale. He felt like he could walk these bookshelves forever without a care in the world. He ran his finger tips over the worn spines of the books as he walked at a slow pace. There was no need to rush. He gazed longingly at the faded titles, childishly wishing that he could just disappear into one of them. He let out a heavy breath as his eyes closed. He could feel the warm sun light beating down on him from the high windows. His shoulders loosened up and he pressed himself up against the book shelf and melted onto it, even the books were warm from the sunshine. It was Saturday and just yesterday the chaos that had been inventory week had ended. So now he could enjoy the solitude of th
She Rides the LightningStrapped down, made ready for the lightShe Rides the Lightning8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she smiles eager in the rapture of the moment;
her youth and the chamber are so bright,
looking forward to the white-hot current -
it doesn't judge her for her beautiful being
like this ignorant crowd around her did -
oh, the sheep! of her guilt they are bleating,
but from brave minds the truth cannot be hid:
she is simply different - a great sin
in this world! The spark she holds within
is soon to mingle with another spark -
light up her nerves, her blood, her heart and soul!
To freedom, through pain and through the dark
leather-and-wire dress: her bridal gown!
Your hand on the switch - now you hear the call -
and as your touch brightens up her crown,
she's contorted: the jolt's screaming through
the muscles and brain, beginning to do
its sacred work. A faint smell in the air
of copy machines and of barbecues.
The glowing pain is paying her fare
for the boatman on her final cruise.
Then you click it off and let her rest;
her silent heart tells t
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.
A HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAYIf There's Someone You Love, Someone You've WrongedA HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And You Don't Know What To Say -
Don't Shrug Your Shoulders, Giving Up Hope
Leaving It For Another Day
For Life's Wake Is Short, Don't You Know
There May Be No Words To Hear -
As You Place The Flowers, Shed Your Tears
Upon The Earth Holding Someone So Dear
Your Mind In A Daze, Emotions On Fire
Wishing You Could Turn Back Time -
As You Gaze Upon A Loved Ones Grave
Memories Of When Everything Was Fine
If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
Don't Leave It For Another Day -
With Love In Your Heart, Hug Them Close
It's All The Words You'll Need To Say
Dragon Age: ReflectionsTitle: ReflectionsDragon Age: Reflections5 months ago in Drama More Like This
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Disclaimer: The character of Zevran Arainai is property of Bioware.
Zevran Arainai saw his reflection and couldn’t help but grin. Maker’s breath, but I'm beautiful! His elven blood gave him a lithe but well-toned build, with smooth brown skin laced with seductive tattoos. Golden hair framed a devilishly handsome and tattooed face, long and silky, and loose if not for the one braid he kept tied behind his head. It helped him in many ways: luring others into his bed, conning someone out of their coin or possessions, or even softening his targets for the kill.
At that last thought, the elf’s grin faltered. He did enjoy the assassinations in his past – he was trained to do so, after all, and why be miserable when you had no other choice but to do what those who owned you expected to?
ScarsThe mind forgetsScars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
The wishes that chance
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember
A Poem For My Love.I hug my pillow every night, wishing it was you.A Poem For My Love.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dreaming, longing for your touch. I hope it soon comes true.
I dream of being in your arms and that you're here with me.
Then I wake and start to cry. Damn you, reality.
When I call and hear your voice, my lips form a smile.
I can handle this for now. It's only for a while.
Eventually, I'll be with you, though it will take time.
I'll steal you from your lonely world and bring you into mine.
Together we'll be happy. A major change, I know.
No longer separated by a screen, our love will only grow.
To have our fingers intertwine. Oh can't you see it, love?
Your hands, since they're bigger, probably fit mine like a glove.
Do you look forward to it, hun? My fingers running through your hair?
And the freedom to be ourselves, with nary a worry or care.
To sleep and feel your body's warmth. Oh, won't that be nice?
Sadly, though, we have to wait. For now, that is our price.
Feel my kiss upon your cheek, though I'm far away.
And know I'll always b
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.Find The Dream2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...