A Soldier's WorthI knew a hero,A Soldier's Worth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just for yesterday.
He never told me,
I knew anyways.
He was humble,
An everyday man.
Gave body, health,
Defending our land.
When all was said,
When all is done,
He'll be forgotten,
Life's cruel pun.
The world we know,
For Country, besot.
Changed forever by,
His actions begot.
RunningI ran down the hallway. My boots making a soft pounding sound on the velvet carpet in synch with my heartbeat. The glossy wooden walls and the perfectly smooth ceiling held no decorations, not even a mirror to reflect the passing events. I turned around corner, and the new hallway was just like all the others. Footsteps sounded behind me that I had never noticed before. I glanced backwards to find their source, but I saw nothing.Running3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Suddenly a scream sounded in my head, "HELP!" I screamed out of fright and stopped running. I put my hand to the wall to keep myself from falling. The screaming voice sounded again, "SAVE ME! YOU CAN SAVE ME!" there was a pause, "PLEASE SAVE ME!"
I called out to the voice, "Who are you? Why are you yelling?" The voice didn't talk to me again.
I waited there for what seemed like an hour, but I'm sure it was only a minute. I remembered something that had happened years ago. I was running errands for something, and then suddenly I was in this neverending hallway.
Spirit RushIf you are reading this, then I screwed up big time, and the fractal didn't transport this journal to my room. I've always figured the god damn things were too untrustworthy to be worth anything except the occasional jump from imminent death. However, more to the point, the manuscript that you have just stumbled upon is about one of the most important events that has ever happended to me, and probably the entire world.Spirit Rush8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well...one of the versions of the world anyway.
Anyway, If I were you, I would just put this journal back where I found it and move on. There are things that ignorance are welcome to. Things that may prevent you from looking at the "normal" world that you live in the same way.
If you chose to put this away now, farewell. I sincerely hope that you live your life peacefullya and happily. Count yourself lucky that you can go on living ignorant of the secrets concerning our worlds. There are countless people to meet and places to see out there. Enjoy what you hav
Poet's Tale Prologue:Poet's Tale5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in a poets tale
every thrust, every blow, every act of heroism
LoveisLoveis2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is like a glass of wine,
A fragrant flower on the vine.
All are mysteries to me,
Of how and why they came to be.
The bloom withers, seres and dies,
Wine to gall for His anguished cries.
Moving in a shady dance,
Deep within the darkened mirror.
Making contact with its face,
It seems nothing much is clearer.
Its illusion seems in reach,
Then blocks our path as if to teach.
It's confusion, delusion,
At the best it's all illusion.
It's the Great and Secret Show,
Come to deal me the final blow.
Leaving but a mound of ash,
Splintered beams upon rocks they dash.
Headlong, spinning, crashing down
That last waltz in her faded gown.
Sleep talkSleep talk2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack Harkness smiled softly as he watched his young lover sleep;
watching Ianto was fast becoming one of Jacks favorite hobbies.
Ianto shifted in his sleep, squeezing himself closer into Jack's hot body,
away from to cold concrete wall beside the small bed.
"Dim, peidiwch â lladd bod arth Panda!" he mutters into Jack's chest, Jack could feel Ianto's warm breath on his naked skin, and chuckled quietly. He might not have be able to speak Welsh very well but he could understand it. He was also used to having bazaar conversations with a sleeping Ianto, it would range from how to get Janet into a dress to whether or not there are parallel world's where another pair of Jack and Ianto's were doing the same thing.
"which one, Yan?" Jack whispered to his lover, his lips brushing the pale, soft skin on his forehead.
"Mae'r Melyn un"
"why don't you want it hurt?"
"mae'n gwybod y ffordd i Narina" Ianto answered with a child like innocents, but Jack got the impression that had Ianto been awake
Running Out of TimeRunning Out of Time3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2:27 in the morning.
And I was screwed.
"Crap, why did I ever agree to do this?" I moaned, glaring at the sheet music for the 36th time today. The little music notes danced around in front of my eyes, the senseless tune replaying over and over in my brain.
Why do I always think I can do everything? Hubris, or deadly pride, is a dangerous fatal flaw, and I often find myself biting off more then I can chew.
But now, I find myself in the deepest trouble I've ever been in; I had gotten into a fight with the band's lead guitarist, Tony, on one of the lyrics of our latest Christmas songs. Two wrecked drum sets, one smashed bass and a broken toe later, he had challenged me to re-write the lyrics myself; out of fury, I had quickly agreed.
But now, I wasn't so sure if I could do it.
I tapped my pencil against my temple, racking my brain for inspiration. Glancing around the house, I reprimanded myself for forgetting to decorate for the holiday season again. Though, in my def
Master and slaveKneeling silentlyMaster and slave7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Arms resting palms up on her knees.
Hair caressing her cheeks,
It is for Him she awaits.
Standing tall, walking proud,
His power surrounding Him
His eyes deep and captivating
It is for her He has come.
She reaches up and touches her neck,
Feeling His collar around it.
She knows she is owned.
He enters the room,
Sees what is His
Moves toward her,
Places a hand on the back of her head
Breathless, heart racing
She leans against his leg
She is where she belongs
At His side.
He leans down and whispers,
'You are mine'
softly he kisses her lips,
before he takes her hair into his hand.
Knowing what is to come,
She looks up at him
'I love you Sir', she speaks softly
It all seems like a dream
Floating on the sensations of His pain
A sadistic smile upon His face.
Where He begins and ends,
Where she begins and ends
Unknown and unseen,
They are Master and slave.
Fortunato's PrayerFortunato's Prayer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lure me in with silk and gold,
beaded velvet, satin threads
drawn across lips still red with wine.
Draw me down beneath the world
into some secret, wanton lair
while Carnival still beats within our veins.
Wall me up behind the dark
and leave me with my silver chains
to think on wiles byzantine,
Montresor's bleak design.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance1 year ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the hillside, for no people came to sweep the shards away. This too we forgive, for our eyes remained littering the ground and it allowed us to see.
We saw you crowned and we rejoiced though our own heads were shattered. We saw rings on your fingers and we applauded though our own hands were lost. We saw robes on your shoulders and we were glad, though our o