My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
My Inner DemonHaunting, it's inside me.My Inner Demon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroying, it's living.
With sharp teeth, it devours.
Strong, I rise up against it.
The deal is my soul or suffering.
The first strike is mine, but from there it's down hill.
It pushes me to the edge of insanity.
Tipping on the balance, I manage to push back.
But I never win, I never manage to land more than two blows before it strikes again.
With chains, this inner Demon of mine, binds my heart and mind.
Separated, they fight me.
How do I win?
The DictatorSitting in a palatial wardroomThe Dictator2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by bullet-ridden walls
He watches the latest soap opera
Tearing up as he learns
That Jeffy won't be playing football again
Fool the people
Play the game
Before you knock
Tell me my name
His guns are shiny
His shoes are too
His teeth are capped in platinum
His arms are tattooed
Fool the people
Play the game
Showering with filthy billions
Still you reek of shame
It's the U.S. on Line 1
It's the Kremlin on Line 2
Is my yacht ready
Make sure it's stocked with champagne
Fool the people
Play the game
Are you winning
As you run in vain?
Schmoozing with the debutantes
Of Princes in your land
They bow to kiss your ring
Isn't life grand?
As choppers cut down the rabble
Thrill to the 30mm auto-cannon serenade
Blood fills the gutters
And new orphans weep, afraid
Fool the people
Play the game
Satan has your table ready
At the Chateau d' Profane
Cameras flash as reporters query
Do you still intend to parry
The critique of your sty
You Might Be A Liberal If...You Might Be A Liberal If YouYou Might Be A Liberal If...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
think the government can spend its way out of debt.
believe we need to fight big business with big government.
claim not to be a socialist, but still want the government to regulate the economy.
defend Obama by arguing "you only hate him because he's black!"
criticize people who call Obama "Hitler," yet had no problem calling Bush "Hitler."
worship wealthy celebrities who preach redistribution of wealth.
think Janeane Garofalo is as intelligent as she is attractive (on second thought, that's an accurate analogy).
think Fox News is biased because Keith Olbermann told you it was.
threw out your radio when Air America went off the air.
think Sarah Palin is the devil incarnate.
label every conservative as a fascist, yet possess no understanding of fascism.
think Bush was the dumbest president ever, yet was smart enough to orchestrate the largest inside job that is allegedly 9/
IfIf I died today.If2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would your world sway?
If I died tomorrow.
Would your heart be filled with sorrow?
If I died a week from today.
Would you know what to say?
If I died a month from now.
Would your head bow?
If I died in a year.
Would you shed a tear?
Or would you say what a shame?
A life taken in vain.
Would you remember the good?
Or just focus on all my faults?
If I cried for help.
Would it be your ears that heard my pleas?
As I lay in a box of satin.
Would you claim that you were my best friend till the end?
Would you make my eulogy thoughtful?
Would you tell everybody what a caring girl I was?
Would you talk about my giving nature?
Or would you secretly slip in some story about you?
If I died today.
Would you have the heart to say?
How dare she?
Would you be mad at me?
Would hate me for leaving you?
Would you forget me because of your anger?
If I died today.
Would you even remember my name tomorrow?
Marines HymnFrom the Halls of Montezuma,Marines Hymn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
Addiction, updatedA grey, haggard dawn.Addiction, updated5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Already you struggle with the rebirth
It almost seemed that the impetuous
rush, the flash flood of consciousness,
had lifted you so high that you
could hear the very conversation
of the gods.
Now your ears are beset with jeering echoes
of bitter words, silent, scathing judgments
from tongues the earth has stilled.
The empty city spreads like a mausoleum
around you, its indifferent streets sprawling.
The winds keen scalpel probes the shallow
skin of clothing, insufficient to preserve your
bodys dwindling heat.
Still you know that you can purchase
yet another dose of freedom from
the curse of ailing flesh. Icarus fell
only once from the zenith of his sky.
Moon StruckGalileo examined the stars at night,Moon Struck3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he used his telescope. What a sight!
His priest refused to look. Alert to heresy,
he was terrified of what he might see.
ImpulseI stood impassively besideImpulse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the open grave, as though
I had forgotten who had died,
my face blank as a headstone
that has yet to be inscribed.
There was no more you, nor would
there ever be. Unlooked for solitude
was burying me, unseasonal snow
entombed the pleasure garden
we had planted and shared.
I held the unseemly impulse in check,
that might have thrown my body
to the bottom of the pit where
your corpse was lying neatly boxed.
Instead I dropped in my watch,
useless now that time had stopped.
i really want to...i allowed the word to curli really want to...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the ceiling of my mouth.
cradling the absence of a
storm that never came
roosting over rafters of a
note stretched far too long.
seeping through my teeth and
pulling moisture from the rain.
Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
A Song Of LoveShe pauses a momentA Song Of Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the window, surveying
the spread of rooftops.
The long summer dusk
lingers. She feels how
she balances on the edge
of gathering night.
She closes the curtain
swiftly, shutting out
the swelling darkness.
The room behind her
glows with subdued light.
She spends her evenings
alone with her solitude,
an imaginary brute
she has almost tamed,
still it sprawls among
the many trophies
of her collecting
to all but the dumb
anguish of which it
borrow her passion
from her stereo,
As Pears expresses
What Britten felt for him.
Her life has formed one
long regretful sigh.
She wonders sometimes
how so much has passed
Eyes1Eyes5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You are my mystery,
I cant tell you what I see
when you gaze at me.
Im lost in our dialogue,
lapped by our wordlessness.
Eyes speak quietly,
yet to be explored.
Desire like electricity,
Lightning flash between our eyes
These empty eyes
have seen too much. Once they smiled,
dancing, full of life.
Now they stare from blank faces
white as kabuki make-up.
The destructive trance
of war has stunned them, their youth
has been stolen away.
These eyes, still living, able
only to see shades and death.
As If Nothing HurtIt had been just another Saturday afternoon in the peaceful state of Virginia, site of Alfred's oldest and most historical of all his houses. The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky as the trees and flowers waved in a slight breeze. Birds sang from branches above and squirrels chattered busily, and the grass in a nearby field danced elegantly in a surprise gust, sending butterflies free-flying into the air.As If Nothing Hurt4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing about that day could have yielded a warning about the horror Arthur was going to find when he finally reached Alfred's colonial home.
Outside the house, the birds still sang and the frogs in the pond still croaked happily, going about their daily business. The sun still shone. There wasn't an ominous darkness about the place, and it wasn't locked up or shut in either. All the windows were uncovered and open, filling the house with the fresh air and natural chorus. The world was utterly peaceful.
That is, until a gunshot rang out.
The sound sent Arthur at least two feet int
True EqualsIvan gazed absentmindedly at the wood of the table, polished to a pristine quality, as was commonplace in Arthur's old palace. He could see his reflection, his own violet eyes staring almost eerily back through the glazed brown surface. They were void of feeling.True Equals4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, the entire U.N had made an enormous fuss over Alfred's injuries, mostly due to shock. It was a truly rare thing when Alfred Jones entered a meeting covered in bandages and bruises, after all. This particular meeting had accomplished absolutely nothing, as Arthur was too busy grilling his younger brother as to the circumstances of his wounds with a chorus of Francis, Yao, Toris, and a very quiet Matthew, while Kiku dazedly examined the American for himself, eventually producing several antibiotics and pain medications from seemingly oblivion. The others, including Ludwig and Roderich, discussed quietly amongst themselves, eyeing Alfred's body and trying to deduce what manner of weapon had broken it. This lasted for a
Traditional Love PoemIts the languageTraditional Love Poem6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of another age
I hear myself speaking:
Dost not thou hold
my heart dear?
In the bustle
in the mornings hustle
what can I be seeking?
Dost not thou hold
my heart dear?
In my bones marrow
tumorous despairing grows.
I feel my world breaking.
Dost not thou hold
my heart dear?
Your addicted to Runescape...You know your addicted to runescape when...Your addicted to Runescape...7 years ago in Humor More Like This
*When you go to a public bank and start yelling over and over selling pencil 200gp
*When you stand up to a murderer with a gun because you think you have protect against range
*When you get angry that men and women get suspicious about you pickpocketing them once
*You put on your mom's diamond wedding ring thinking its a ring of life and jump off a cliff
*You prowl around a graveyard with a steel hatchet in search of zombies and skeletons
*When you try to find a pick lock option on a locked door
*You report your parents for having sex as it is against jagexss code of behavior
*you challenge a bully twice your size to the wilderness when there is no wilderness and expect your clan to be there
*in the actual woods wilderness you beg a hiker to not kill you
*you stand still and not do anything for days waiting for a random event to come and give you stuff, but end up dieing from starvation
*you believe your bl
Story Concept: Far From CuteStory Concept: Far From Cute3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to Adoraborealis: the happiest place in the universe.
This is no idle boast. It is the most joyful, prosperous, friendly location in all of reality by function and design. The prime species, Fluffykins, are kindly, generous, fun loving and utterly guileless with a nigh fanatical devotion to good will, sharing and friendship. The deity-like being Pixxie has long maintained the perfect harmony of the seasons and weather as well as personally devoting what time she can to solving her subjects problems. Everyone is content with their lot, live peacefully in their means, and regard each other and life in general with equity and jubilation. Even the unruly fauna of The Hinterlands is rarely enough of a nuisance to break the day-to-day celebration of life.
Adoraborealis is the brainchild of animator/visionary Marlowe Sterling, who wasn't quite expecting his children's show Wonder-Full to be so successful. Some how this little guileless series has found an audience among every key d
ScorchThe white cotton of a summer dayScorch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
streams across June
like paint peeling off porch railings
buttercups go drowsy in window boxes
watching the world nod and doze
and the burr of cicada wings
rubs the still air scorched
and scars the sky
like locusts on honey
We are freeWe are free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.