Miralce Of Sound - Sovngarde SongFrom the mists of the mountains a deafening call
Bellows down over the plains
On a host of battle-worn ears it does fall
Pushing out through the thunder and rain
These men of the north they have suffered too long
The anger it swells in their veins
Of the spirited roars of lost warriors' songs
Distant echoes are all that remain
And my voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
With this Sovngarde song in our ears
And we stand tall
Sons of the snow
We will not fall
Under these blows
For our hearts they are hardy
Our spirits are strong
And our voices are lifted into
This Sovngarde song
Conquer the anger and ravenous rage!
Make it a part of your power
Pummeling down let your bloodlust engage!
Under your force they will cower
Feeling the fury so pure and so bright
Breaking the bonds of surrender
Under the moon for our home we will fight
And we will die to defend her
And my voice is my violence
Clear the sky's frozen tears
And no more we'll be silent
Own Little WorldOwn Little WorldOwn Little World4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
In this world you are told to explain and explain everything you do.
What if there was an escape?
What if there was something to let you be more free?
I know of such a place.
Slip in to the world where the air you breath is yours.
Nothing to overwhelm you, and nothing to cloud your mind.
You can be anyone, do anything that you would ever want to try.
Time does not exist here, therefor.
We will never die.
Hanako IkezawaYour face and body,Hanako Ikezawa3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I look beyond your past,
Your scars and scares.
I look at you as my equal,
Someone I can rely on.
You think you're nothing more than a burden,
But you're a beautiful young girl I call friend...
23. WarmthI know this room so well. Every detail. Every item is where it belongs and has always belonged. Ever since I made this room my sanctuary, a peaceful place I could enjoy alone or with Hanako, not a single thing has changed. I know where everything is, yet I've never seen any of it.23. Warmth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I marked the tearoom as my own, I asked Hanako to place the table and chairs right beside the window. I like to be able to feel the weather, feel it all around me. When it's sunny, I sweat in the heat. When it's raining, I can hear the relaxing pitter-patter of droplets on the window, and feel the coolness of the breeze that accompanies them. When it's windy, I can hear the rustling of the trees below us.
The door creaks open slowly. There isn't a need to ask who it is.
"Li-Lilly..." Hanako mumbles and I turn to the direction of her voice, smiling. Three shuffling footsteps, then the door is closed again.
"Good afternoon, Hanako. How are you today?"
"I'm... okay. I was going to visit the library, but I w
Love is BlindAct 1: A New BeginningLove is Blind3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We are sitting across from one another in the tea room, as we do most days. Today, however, something feels different. Winter Break is coming up, and while I've never been one to think too much on my family, something about the season makes me feel guilty for how little attention I've paid them so far during my stay at Yamaku. It's not like they have done particularly much to contact me either, but they've always been busy. I've had all the time in the world to try to write, at least when you discount the time of my second hospital stay, which was the only time I've really seen them since I've been attending school here.
The soothing voice snaps me back to the world around me, as Lilly tries her best to meet my gaze from across the table. It's just another one of those small gestures that I've grown to appreciate. "Is everything okay?" I sigh. "It's nothing. I wouldn't want to bother you with it." Her look changes from curiosity to one of sorrow. "You kn
4 things about a boy who called himself man1.4 things about a boy who called himself man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he would reply,
"well, you asked for a man, didn't you?"
and i would have to press my
whole-lotta-honey colored lips together
"and i got one, didn't i?"
his words were always cold when he was with me.
the thing i loved most
about him was the fact that he wanted
to teach me.
about the things he loved,
about music, about appreciation,
and i think at some point he wanted to teach me
(he just didn't go about it
the right way, i don't think.)
"i want you to have these experiences,
even if we don't
end up together."
and i guess that should've been
my warning sign.
that we weren't going to end up together.
it's not easy to remember the little
stuff about me.
it's not easy to remember
all my little dates and the fact that
i'm sick or need medicine.
(and i guess
that since he was the first one to do it,
it just attracted me more,
and i suffered for hoping that he loved me,
it's not easy to remember me.
but i don't think he'll forget me.
The Formal End to EverthingIt was the last day of life and we needed something for them to remember. Something that would be able to hold all of the world, all of us, even after we'd gone.The Formal End to Everthing3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Todd suggested a capsule scarcely bigger than an aspirin. A space-time pill, he had said. None of had ever agreed on anything, but now we did. Maybe having twenty-two hours before everything ends does that to a person.
So we started injecting our keepsakes and memories into the capsule, the soon-to-be last remnant of us. I included a kaleidoscope I wasn't able to see out of, and the day of my seventh birthday party. Ma put in her best dress, a Thanksgiving, and the feeling of wind blowing through her hair. Dad contributed his old Ford pick-up and the sound of crickets at night. And Todd, well, he just spoke some words and tucked a photograph of our dead dog Gracie into the very back. He was the one who closed the capsule, sealed the last of our space-time into its small case, and sent it off on our last rocket to wherever life
FeatheredHer angel wing hair,Feathered3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
splayed across her back, will catch
her as she falls (flies).
AngelsEven angels haveAngels3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tough times and struggles sometimes.
No one is perfect.
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
C Wing GroupTo all those in the broken place. To the lost trapped in a sterile white carousel that spins round and round too fast, so no matter how hard you try you can never get off. To the hurt locked away in burnt orange cells with beds and desks bolted to the ground with no mirrors to see their names. To the people who fell too hard or cried too often, here are words for you.C Wing Group2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are universes out there you cannot see. Stars blocked by concrete and suns behind shaded windows. I am telling you this because they are whispering to you now, of the secrets you tried so hard to keep hidden beneath your faded jacket sleeves. If you stop and wait, hold your breath behind fractured lips, you can hear them as they promise, as they swear they'll protect the fragile memories you've entrusted them with. I am telling you now to believe them, for galaxies are too lonely to betray your trust.
Behind civilized monoliths lie towering redwoods. The horizon is marred by leaf-
Calm on the OutsideShe's hurting,Calm on the Outside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's crying inside.
And hiding her eyes.
Yeah you wont,
hear a thing,
It's a-ll inside.
Her smile's a lie.
She stares out,
And wishes to die.
When she'll jump,
She'll finally fly.
See her face,
She's hiding it all,
So you wont,
Yeah you wont,
See her fall...
Calm on the Oustside, written by Emma Thrussell, 27/11/12
Deadi died long ago,Dead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i may breathe
but i'm not
alive, no matter
how much my
or how much I breathe
i died long ago,
now i'm just
an empty shell,
of a former self.
living a life,
around me people
whisper of how
they never want
to lose me, for
me not to die
but they don't
realise that i
died a long time ago,
i'm not the same,
i'm dead but still living,
living in pain,
tears that never end,
i try and live, to
be happy for once,
but you can't bring
the dead back...
you didn't listen when i saidthe thunder is an earthquake,you didn't listen when i said4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking my bones, waking my blood,
waking me up like a bump in the night.
i want to say
this is for everyone who has realized that
humans are just fragments of regret and hope
but it is more for you than anyone else.
and it is so easy to fall apart without you
but i am holding on and
i'll be okay. i'll be fine.
I Miss YouI knew before I ever picked up the phone.I Miss You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The house was settled in the darkness and
Those shrill rings made my legs go numb.
My groggy mind and nervous heart made
Me pause before I lifted that plastic brick.
The very second after I answered "Hello",
I promised myself I would do away
With devices of sickening intelligence.
For the life of me, I could not recognize
Your sisters quivering, young voice.
It was tangled by the rope of distance
And bound by the chocking wire of grief.
No words were even said yet I found
My head exploding with a language not my own.
I let the phone fall from my hands where I
Imagined it would shatter and was offended
When it didn't. How could it not?
Who gave the world the right to maintain
Functionality and order in such a time?
I was only able to sleep because my body
Exchanged itself for the promise
That it was all a cruel dream.
I never woke from this nightmare.
In the early afternoon our friends
Found me and washed away
My fake reality.
Numbers are ExhaustingHenrietta says there's only three days in a year - yesterday, today, and tomorrow. She doesn't have a single calendar up in her house, while my room is filled with enhanced photographs of the same mountains taken in twelve different months of the year.Numbers are Exhausting3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She says Mondays are too loathed to be considered a real day, and that Fridays are too anticipated and idealized to actually exist. I argue, say we need weekly patterns to give us something to look forward to. At this she clucks her tongue, shakes her head real slow, and hands over my lemonade with a mournful air, as if I had just committed one of the seven and a half deadly sins.
Dates are even more bizarre to Henrietta. She always asks me why we number time, the closest thing we have to immortality, and why we celebrate it when it comes to an end. Every New Year's Eve she goes to bed at 8:15, just like always, sleeping through the annual cycle of casually throwing out one year in exchange for a new, shinier one.
She doesn't know that I
The Catholic AtheistShe says angels are the ugliest creatures. She tells me they're undeniably perfect, an adjective we strive to attain in our world, only to find we are ignorant when it comes to knowing the true meaning.The Catholic Atheist3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She says they're so aesthetically beautiful that our eyes bleed when we see them. She is certain they are the reason why the blind can't see.
She says our ears ring when we hear their voices, loud and clear in the night. She swears they are the reason why the deaf can't hear.
She says our hearts shatter into a one thousand and six hundred seventy-nine pieces when we touch them, and then are quickly reconstructed using a hot glue gun. She is sure they are why the lovers are suffering.
She says angels are why the world is full of sin and pain and loss and death. She knows this to be the truth, as she sits there, broken wings fluttering and halo crooked atop her head, and I cannot argue with her.
CrossroadsAs I stand here,Crossroads3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Alone and unbidden.
I think of the paths,
And what ahead may lie hidden.
The roads are a star,
Spreading it's points in a crazy radical.
Which should I take?
Everything up to now has lead to who I am.
And now it's time for me to choose who I want to be.
Or become something new,
Who am I now, really?
This place is new to me.
And I still have new paths to roam.
But now I don't have to roam alone....