Deep Secrets pt3Ben peered through the branches, his target not in sight. He'd lost sight of the swine earlier that morning, when his line of sight was blocked by the sudden appearance of an immense hawk. He dove for cover the second he'd seen the bird, not wanting to spend the last few minutes of his life being tracked by the skilled predator. Unfortunately, in the time until the bird had launched back into the air, his objective had gone to ground, evading him with surprising ease. He curled his tail around the branch in annoyance. He couldn't lose his quarry. Nothing less than his sisters life was at stake. The oaf had been seeking her out ever since theDeep Secrets pt32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You're The One to BlameYou're The One to Blame2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When Johnnie comes marching home again,
Wars will still exist.
There'll be more tags
On body bags;
Names upon a list.
When politicians tell us lies
And play us all as fools;
Stand up my friend,
Life shouldn't depend
On elephants and mules.
Write a letter, take a stand,
So things don't stay the same.
Shed no tear,
Look in the mirror;
You're the one to blame.
MemoriesI once did remember…Memories6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was so long ago…
How did it happen…?
What exactly did happen…?
We were such good friends, but…
Why do I hate you…?
All I can see is your face…
All I can hear is your voice…
Why did you have to betray me…?
I knew that we never got along…
Well, we did, but that was long ago…
Then times changed and we weren't friends…
But we promised we'd stay forever…!
I cry… It hurts…
Without you here beside me…
What I said to you—I shouldn't have…
It stings like needles… It bites like the wind on a cold, winter's night…
When you went running, I did too…
I wish that I had never sa
ByproductByproduct11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left handed, child of Satan.
No need to be politically correct just scrub the bull shit away.
Scrub so hard your skin shreds the trend that makes who is you.
Scrub the pain and laughter off the dirt that settled behind your ear.
Pay no mind to the voices around calling for your head, just scrub.
Scrub until you bleed so the incessant lies can be washed away, the ones buried deep inside.
Gorgeous betrayal, it would not have the vain to last but only pass.
Once you scrub it all away.
Colonective ReasoningWe should nuke the Vatican.Colonective Reasoning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shit they spew out of their mouth is screwing this peace up over and over again.
As I sit on the toilet to exploit all of your foliage, the bigot said I'm a stupid Mexican.
What does he know?
Just another victim of his own created condition.
So I will just let him rest so the MRI reveals more truth about him.
To chop his nuts off of so he loses his ability to procreate.
Fulfill the agreement made long ago to stifle the ever growing plan of the population.
A chant err received they planned the conditioning.
To strengthen the weak to control the big fleet, assholes rejoice at the sight of failing the ras
ConditionedConditioned to beConditioned1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
What they don't want you to see
Preying on the weak.
Canterlot, Equestria and Anything, Ch. 2, Pt. 1Canterlot, Equestria and Anything, Ch. 2, Pt. 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dusky, are you awake yet? We're going to be late for our meeting," said Cloud as she knocked on her partner's door.
There was silence for a moment, but then followed a click and clack of hoofsteps making its way towards the door.
When Dusk's door had opened, it revealed a tired pony that looked like she hadn't slept for the past few days. Dusk looked towards Cloud with a blank stare, blinking one eye after the other.
"Just give me a moment please, Cloie." Dusk closed the door, and went to get ready.
"Um, ok. I'll get your breakfast ready and just wait downstairs," said Cloud through the door with a worried tone.
She made her way downsta
AyahuascaA journey can happen in a blink of an eye,Ayahuasca1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment of the sore taking over, a stye.
Your journey is controlled by those in control.
Although the expression is passed through the hearts of my bowl.
I say hearts, documented in real time with a pathetic stamp and a number to put you in their social circle.
So mediocre, the social.
It has been a dream of many,
Yet has been a fulfillment of none.
A full form of nothingness that happened in the blink.
A full form of time and minimal space yet a form none the less.
The journey is that of the eyelid,
For the split second assumptions are challenged,
If those that had the dream were not so rigid to
Emotional.Emotional.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You should stop taking girls on emotional journeys.
Because sometimes those girls where just not as crazy before they met you.
Just a thought.
-Why?--Why?-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must I be alone forever?
Why do I bleed stranger's blood?
Why do I share the same air with the damned?
Why do I hear people calling my name when I'm alone?
Why is the world so dark?
Why is my only friend sadness?
Why do I cry when I see you?
Why do I have to suffer for your pain?
Why must I live everyday like the next?
Why does the world seem happy without me?
Why am I invisible?
Why do I choke on 3 little words?
Why am I hopeless?
Why do I only want revenge on the world?
Why do I run into deadends when I want to escape?
Why do the dead bother me?
Why do I worship the demons?
Why is my soul trapped with shackles and chain
Love Startes With A KissLove Startes With A KissLove Startes With A Kiss2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Clover has been such a dick latley. First of all, he has been going out with these dumb bitches for money. He only goes out with these girls so they can buy him stuff. Ugh he has just been complaining about them too, saying they have been finding out he has more than one girlfriend. Its not my problem so why tell me?
I am Chris Riley. Its my first year in high school, and I have not been having a good experience with friends. As I have said, Clover has been my main problem. Its always about him, whining, pouting, complaining and every other annoyance you could think of.
Im heading to school on this Tuesday morning.
The AssignmentThe AssignmentThe Assignment2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Class, as you all understand, we are going to be partnered up with the 'special' class today, and I will assign you with your partner." The tearcher spoke flipping the papers on his clip board.
The class groaned, especially me. The class shuffled out the class room door, and walked down the hall to the end of the school, just to enter another room, the 'special' class. We took our time opening the door and stepping inside. We saw the teacher, Mrs. Linda, helping a kid with some work, while the other students drew, ran around, and worked. I sighed just at the sight.
They say we must do this assignment to complete the 8th gra
EmberEmber2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soul of the fire
Heart of the flame
Blaze in the dark
Bright is its name
White-hot coal glowing
An inferno caged
White are the ashes
Of this heat's spent rage
Blinding light burning
Core of the blaze
Bright are the sparks
Amidst shifting haze
In deep white snow
Of bitter December
Still burns the heat
Of old fire's ember.
I Am F R E E -literature-I Am F R E E -literature-1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I Am Tired
Of Being So
How I Write
A Royal Tribute I remember the moment I first saw her perfectly. It was nap-time, as it often is, and I was lounging on the throne my servants had fetched for me after I had become bored with the last one they had acquired. I had been sure to show my dissatisfaction in a way they would most quickly perceive, as the simpletons could not understand my native tongue, and I will not lower myself to speak those guttural moans they stitch together and call words. If they wished to be rewarded with my affection, they should have been faster to react to my disdain! If they had, I would not have had to shame their efforts so heavi-...ah, I seem to have wandered farA Royal Tribute4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waiting Out the StormWaiting Out the Storm8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the lightning strikes,
And the thunder rumbles,
I stand alone,
My hands held high,
Preparing for the impact,
Knowing this was the consequence,
Every word I said was crude,
Every word I said was hateful,
Every word I said was ugly,
But I feel no regrets,
I am not sorry,
All I can do,
Is wait out the storm.
Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 9 They reached the room not long after. Sonja took her arm off Dragon's shoulders, which somewhat disappointed Dragon. It was the first time in a while that she had had comfort over her parents' death, and it felt better still to meet someone who could connect to her in some way at least.Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 91 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She stood back and watched Sonja open the door and walk into the room, then step aside and let Dragon enter.
She walked in and stood beside Sonja, and felt suddenly uneasy about the large room and canopy bed in the middle. She was more used to her small room and one person bed, which she and Johnathan somehow managed to share, back home. She m
Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 6 "Be that as it may," Viktor said, not hiding his anger, though Dragon remained calm. "You are still trespassing in this fortress, human."Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 61 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Human," Sonja heard Dragon repeat the word softly. "Right..." she stared at Viktor. "You say that like you're not. Are you?"
"That is not of your concern," Viktor said firmly.
Dragon shrugged. "Suit yourself. So, Sonja," she said. "How about we go for a little ride tomorrow? You, me, your mare, and Tyrone. Noon."
Sonja frowned. Clearly this girl knew not
Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 5 Sonja stared at the bold rider as the stallion nickered. The way she had introduced herself, her words! "Name's," "buddy"? What kinds of words were these? What did they mean? This rider was clearly not from this area, her words were too strange.Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rider, Dragon, seemed to sense this. "Stop looking at me like I have an arrow shoved in my brain! I'm fine!"
But when they continued to stare, Dragon grumbled. Then her attention turned to Sonja. "Hey, you," she said. "Idiot on the mare."
Sonja met Dragon's dark brown eyes. "Me?"
"Yeah, you," Dragon said. "You wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking riding out th
Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 3 The rider's horse was a black stallion, Sonja noted quickly. The stallion was a hand or two taller than her mare, and where her mare was in full gallop, the stallion was at a canter, a full speed slower, and yet still matched the step of the mare. There was no breed Sonja knew that could keep up with a galloping horse at a canter. Whatever breed of horse this was, Sonja knew her father would want it.Immortals: Silver Lining Pt 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rider was female, Sonja guessed. The clothes she wore were strange and not from that area. The cover on her head was pulled so far over her face that Sonja couldn't see her eyes. The rider's dark hair was choppy and streaked with r
Immortals Pt 5 As the pack broke up and went about their activities, Dragon remained standing by SeleneImmortals Pt 51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"There are a few empty rooms on the second floor," the Shape Shifter said. "Most of them are packed with boxes, but the empty ones are fine to sleep in. I'll walk you up and get you settled in, how does that sound?"
"Fine," Selene said. She realized just how exhausted she really was. She knew she had to get to the harbor find out what happened to Michael, but sleep was beginning to tug at her eyelids and her body and she worried she would fall asleep where she stood.
"All right," Dragon said. "Follow me." She led Selene through the
Consilio et Animis - Underworld Fan FictionWhen Lucian was 9, he learned to forge his first sword. He was taught under Henrik, an aging mortal man to whom Lucian bore a slight attachment. Where the vampires were cold and cruel and his newly turned Lycan brethren were fierce and hateful, Henrik was gentle. He was one of the last humans in the castle, a quickly depleting population that were intended to work their keep until they died and were replaced by new, immortal slaves. Henrik had been a slave since he was 36 and handsome, a farmer with a beautiful wife and baby. When Viktor's army swept through his town, killing the weak and chaining the adaptable, Henrik offered himself willingConsilio et Animis - Underworld Fan Fiction1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This