First to Fall Well it’s that time again, as the outside temperature gets colder and I can stand to be here no longer. I know the onslaught that devastates my kind is coming soon enough and I can’t afford to be late for my demise. Ironically, it is my turn to usher in this new era of death and decay alone. I will be the first to fall.First to Fall1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My family eagerly awaits my fall as I look around at all of them. We’re all identical to some degree, I feel. Sure, everyone around these parts are just inbred copies of each other, we all look alike in some aspects, but I guess that’s just genetics. I look around as my flesh starts
John Tie - My LoveWhen I looked into your eyesJohn Tie - My Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just flew away form here
Where there's nobody except us
Where there's nobody will never find us
Today is the day when we walk together again
Your beautiful eyes, I will never forget them
I look at them and see
A huge field of flowers and birds
It is without sadness and sorrow
Without all this things that we're ignoring
When we were turned in that slow dance
I thought about how you are tasty smell
Your hair was so beautiful and Bright
I enjoyed all of the words
Which you whispered for my side
Let's be together, let us for a long time
I love you, be only mime
Do you Remember this summer,
The Day Before Judgement Night The day of salvation has begun, sadly. The hours of Judgement day were starting soon, and I had little time to see my love, Sibyl. I ran through the black forest, a maze of black bark, black leaves, black branches, and blacker earth not towards the land of salvation, but moreover the land of damnation.The Day Before Judgement Night1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blood-moon castle was a jail, but not just a jail for criminals and thieves, but a prison of the damned and the final resting place for the forsaken: a holding-cell for those poor souls that are possessed by the devil's minions, or those who renounced their salvation; many called it the house of heretics, but this demonic house
Thin LinesHave you ever wondered,Thin Lines3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
or even pondered,
What it's like to cross the line?
That thin white line?
Between body and mind?
Between space and time?
Between death and life?
Between peace and strife?
Ever considered crossing that line?
Such a thin line,
Between right and wrong?
Between noise and a song?
Between love and hate?
Between chance and fate?
Walking from white to black,
Or even considering to cross back?
Ever wanted to see
From prose to poetry?
From dream to reality?
From darkness to light?
From suffering to delight?
From joy to sorrow?
From today to tomorrow?
Have you ever wondered,
Best FriendsJohn was standing in his best friend's bedroom looking at all the things she left behind including him, it was her funeral today but he didn't want to go, he didn't want to say goodbye.Best Friends2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He closed his eyes picturing her in his mind.
He could still remember there last conversation in this room
He was staring outside her window and wishing to God to give him another day with her.
He turned and saw her laying on her bed as always too weak to move, saw her golden hair splayed on her pillow, noticed that the shine in her hair was not as bright as before, saw that her skin was paler, saw the dark circles in her eyes and notic
Vlad and MeredithVlad and Meredith4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The one I want the most
The one I can't have
The one who doesn't know
The one who knows why
The dangerous games we play
Staking our lives
That test our control
So easy to slip
So easy to give in
What's to happen
When that control Weakens?
A Lutheran's PraiseI'm weak and broken.A Lutheran's Praise5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm frailer than you.
Strong as the strongest.
I'm stronger than you.
I'm strong because He is strong.
I'm strong because I love Him.
I'm strong because I fear His wrath.
You are weak,
Weaker than me.
You are weak because you do not know Him.
You are lost and cannot be found.
He finds you.
He knows you.
You are found because He loves you.
We are strong because He knows us.
He is kind,
Kinder than me.
He is strong,
Stronger than me.
He knows all.
He saves all who save themselves.
Salvation! Salvation! Salvation!
All hail to Him who saved the weak!
Wing-less angelI once knew a personWing-less angel3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who turned things around
He showed me truth within lies
Without making a sound
But things have changed since then
Not really for the best
And now I miss the times when
Nothing seemed like a test
He never followed rules
Or trends, or crowds
He said people that do are fools
And for them, it was 'no thinking allowed'
But now that guy is off
Doing bigger, better things
But still, I remember to scoff
For that angel without the wings
Walk with pride, he said
Dare to die
For things you lack
'Cause pride is never dead
So when they shove you down
Shove them back
And howl like the wo
FreeThe crashing of wavesFree3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The bright sunny days
Bring back memories of life long dreams
To win the horse race
To see that boy's face
Or to get this poem seen
The thundering hooves
The way the sun moves
Show us the change that has come
She runs to his arms
He protects her from harm
And they finally find something to love
Scream like you're dyin'
Laugh till you're cryin'
Carve your names into a Filbert Tree
Dream that you're flying
To the stars, out of hiding
Because someday, I swear, you'll be free.
The pounding of rain
The sun never came
To this land of the desperate souls
But the longer you wait
Your reward will be great
On AspirationIt is not cowardice to turnOn Aspiration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the heel and flee until the distance
will keep you forgetting.
I once told myself to accomplish greatness
like the shockwave of St. Helens, of towering
smoke and the rough-hewn edges of the
boundary between earth and sky.
Cowardice is a stuttering, a slowly decreasing
stepwise function, an ordinate forged
of dreams set aside. It is not some
property of a person; it is an evolution
made manifest in time.
Fleet of foot in the rain. Given enough space,
perhaps one can return to Abaddon; lungs heavy
in blood and ash, standing steady atop
the mossy crags at the mountain-peak.
I exhale and the world
All The Best PartsTo save the strain of feeling,All The Best Parts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fiber-optics inlaid into
the central nervous system supply
input for every touch and smell
and gust of wind and stop-sign slowness.
The signal is on a circadian rhythm,
sensations caught in circular subroutines
do not fade with time. Drowning
memories in noise seems superficial when
unstable solutions falter in the quiet
between the sheets.
Perhaps it is best to have a microprocessor heart;
beating away at ten thousand times an eye-blink
and every wavelet of emotion lost behind
a steady sensory overload until anesthesia
creeps beneath the skin.
It is the want to recognize
that sends the mi
TiramisuFather.Tiramisu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You do not need to agree
As I do when I saw
Those water balloons.
I think they may have changed me.
I was forced to relax in that red leather chair,
Listening to her bicker like a dog.
"You're crazy, you're crazy!"
Broken like a record, loosely fit
Scratching at my eardrums.
I am not so bad that you ignore me
Like a disturbing figure from a crowd.
I am not from a circus,
But it is where I did come.
Buying our dessert
We chose our own line to fate
The floor was still white
And the cashier was alive
I tried to break the shock
Holding to my hands and feet.
"Do not flee, do not flee.
This moment is now
Dreamy DreamsHeading towards theDreamy Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of the
To rain upon the
To sail the open
Escape my rod
Rise beyond the
Butter up troubles
Drowning in the
Of sudden light
Away from solid
While staring back at
The thorns of loveChoking back tears, I look into your eyes. Watching your soul convulse with regret, and waiting for those lips to move, tasting my name. I sit in the shallow pools of my tears hoping the thorns of our past you will slay to show, in the middle, A single blood red rose, composed of drops of sorrow spilled for the sake of love.The thorns of love5 years ago in General More Like This
A knight to guard my heartWhen I say I love you,A knight to guard my heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean it till the end,
And if you trust me with your heart
My soul to you, Ill always lend.
Well be there through the good times,
Well be there through the bad,
And with our hearts so intertwined,
In love our hearts are clad.
And there youll stand so boldly,
My knight in shining gold,
To forever guard my soul,
And have my heart to hold.
Updated list of Rana's formsUpdated list of Rana's forms2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Spider dragon (draider) form: a hybrid creature formed when Rana and Gideon took a potion they got from Donal. Features include: silk spinning capabilites producing incredibly strong silk able to effectively trap a dragon until released by either Rana or Gideon since no other creature has been strong enough to break the threads; Eight eyes giving 360 degree vision; Eight limbs (not incl. wings) four being normal arms able to grab and hold things (makes for being quite useful for cooking as its able to handle multi-tasking with its eyesight and multiple arms) and the last four being spider-like. Venom has not known to be lethal but it can para
The Day n The Life of an AlienThe Day n The Life of an Alien2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Day in the radiance of the summer sun, a schoolboy yelled, "What the Dickens?", as an alien fell out of the sky and landed on his puppy-dog. The alien had a green glow and one eyeball. When the schoolboy threw the alien off his puppy-dog, the alien moved the same way as the schoolboy did. The boy was confused with this alien, why was this alien mimicking him. The Alien then saw a lady bug, mistakes it for a monster, shuddered and dashed off so fast, you would think an alligator was chasing after him. The Schoolboy who was chasing after the alien, realizing that little bandit stole his anchovies. The alien pulled out a ray gun and when he
Ever After part 1Curtains rise on a dark stage. A spotlight slowly begins to rise over a writing desk in downstage left, with a small reading lamp on it. Enter WRITER downstage right who crosses to desk with a notebook in hand. She places the notebook on the desk and reaches over to turn the lamp on. She sits at the desk and opens the notebook. After a few moments of contemplation, she begins to write.Ever After part 13 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Once upon a time
Lights fade on her as the main lights come up on stage. There is a silhouette of a busy village. As the lights fully come up, the scene begins to move and take life. People are haggling over prices, chores are being done and va
Poem on Shaco's Jester HatSitting on the ShelfPoem on Shaco's Jester Hat1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The suns rays shone like normal on that day.
Maybe, he thought, today they would continue to play!
He longed for his wearer to wake but as he knew,
His owner liked to play jokes on him too.
He knew his owner so well, the tricks he liked to show.
Makes others so mad that even Cho Gath refused to grow.
Was he the one who tricked Malzahar to enter the Void?
Though out of everyone, Shaco still seems to be the most annoyed.
King Tryndamere and Queen Ashe fired him as their jester,
They just couldn't let Shaco's nature continue to fester.
He made them laugh as the object of ridicule and pain.
How his pride was hurt,
One to FiveOne to Five1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
One to Five,
Six to Four,
I V vi IV
That's how the story always goes.
Everyday there's a lipstick stain,
Children always crying,
People and streetlights.
Never quite figured it out myself,
One to Five,
Six to Four,
I V vi IV
That's how a lot of of people go.
Never do they go to
One to Two,
Four to Seven,
Six to Five,
Four to One,
I ii IV vii vi V IV I
Why don't they tell stories like that?
Little birds who walk with horses,
Moonlight kissing roofs,
Those sound like they'll be lovely.
I'll go with
One to Two,
Four to Seven,
Six to Five,
Four to One,
I ii IV vii vi V IV I
life of a poet.i've lived a thousand liveslife of a poet.1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and died a thousand deaths.
been through a millenium of souls,
taken a myriad of last breaths.
Light and Dark Book 1 PrologueI can remember listening to my father at five-years-old as he would tell me the fairytale of the Celestial beings Light and Dark, star-crossed lovers who could only see each other a few minutes each day and night. My mother would hold me in her lap with a smile on her face as he would weave the beautiful tale night after night; it never got old, not even after I turned eighteen and moved out of the house, taking the book the fairytale was in with me.Light and Dark Book 1 Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The tale goes like this:
Light was the Goddess of day and Dark was the God of night. They would only see each other for a few minutes during the transition between day and night, and night and