Never LoverNever Lover4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What life brings upon us,
All those challenges in our lives,
So challenging for a normal being,
So impossible for a Jedi.
Yet I still love him.
He's grown up around it,
And so have I.
For all the things
I've never asked,
We should not, we're Jedi.
But I want his love.
Don't say. Don't whisper.
But I can't deny my feelings,
So Obi-Wan my never lover,
I love you...but I can't say it.
These WordsThese Words3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know you'll never hear these words.
Not for a very long time.
You've got lives to lead,
But mothers will be mothers!
And heroes will be heroes.
I'm sorry I left it to you.
All to you to fight him.
The menace once Anakin Skywalker,
My noble husband your loving father...
Replaced by evil Darth Vader.
You fight the phantom menace,
Determined to stop his carnage.
I hadn't the strength to stop him
And Obi-Wan couldn't kill him.
We failed so it's down to you now.
I'm proud of you,
As I watch from beyond the force.
Leia, you're just like me!
Luke, you're just like Ani.
But you've both got my height.
I'm here for you if you cry.
I'm that comforting voice
At the back of your minds.
Always with you no matter what.
That's what mothers are, forget you nots.
What would I say to you...?What I would say to you,What would I say to you...?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If your ears would listen.
As the tears on my face,
Rain down and glisten.
What I would say to you,
Less consumed by hate.
How I never betrayed you;
Yet the words come too late.
Our love was destined,
To survive but a time.
The memory of your smile,
Lingers still in my mind.
At our last caress,
Shadowed by the coming night .
I would hold you in darkness,
Until the morning light.
But my arms remain empty,
As they reach out for you.
My heart torn asunder,
Weeping as the morning dew.
The darkness crept upon us
And our love could not survive.
I continue on alone
Yet inside I'm not alive.
Hate The Way You Died Part 1Hate The Way You Died Part 12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't believe what I'm hearing!
You defend the sith lord!
Grant him mercy.
After all the Jedi been killed
In this war he orchestrated.
Can't you see Anakin?
He's a monster who deserves to be dying.
Plead that you need him.
Why do that?
What is it I don't know?
He's too dangerous to left alive!
Can't you see that?
What can he give you
That the Jedi order can't?
Then you turncoat,
Attack me in a panic,
Like a very life depends on his survival.
Suddenly it's clear.
Through the pain
Through the blame.
You're in love it's such a shame.
Wish I'd figured it out sooner.
Then I'd save both your lives,
And somehow we'd figure it out,
But now he's got you exactly where he wants you.
To be his servant!
For bad and evil.
Anakin I'm sorry I didn't save you.
And Through The NightAnd Through The Night2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Through times darkest,
She's a shadow in his mind.
A reminder of the life he forgot.
The wife he could've had.
Beside him all day,
And through the night.
Yet her body lies forever imprisoned.
He never visits her.
Instead he hears her sobs at night,
And can't live to see reality.
No longer does he love her,
The pain snubbed the flames out.
DanceDance2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She must dance again.
Move in time to a slow
Quietly does it number.
She must impress.
She knows the fate.
The fate that has killed so many before her.
She lives a dangerous life.
Oola knows it too well.
One attempt at rebellion...
Trapdoor to the rancor.
To death most unpleasant.
So she dances again.
Not Yet A WomanNot Yet A Woman4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In this life I'm a woman,
But I'm not yet a woman.
I'm a girl.
Just a girl,
But also a queen with a duty.
My life dictated by the situation,
A childhood gone long sacrificed.
For a life of politics,
Of providing a leader.
There is no mother or family.
I am Queen Amidala.
Not yet a woman,
No longer a child.
But one day this will end,
And I'll be a woman at last.
Gentle WisdomShe could have sat there for hours, listening to his wisdom and this was unusual for her, because like most younglings her age, she lacked a certain amount of patience.Gentle Wisdom2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But this was no ordinary Jedi Master speaking with her. He was the one who found her and brought her home and she loved him as most eleven year old females would adore their father.
"And then what did you do?" She asked almost breathlessly when he had paused in the storytelling.
"Well now, child," his warm deep voice responded, "I used a bit of gentle Force-persuasion and the creature actually spoke back to me."
The youngling's eyes grew wider as she sat even farther forward on the meditation pad so as not to miss one single word of Master Plo's story.
"Of course," he continued softly, "they were not words as you and I know them; more like images of what the creature was thinking, but I understood nonetheless. You see, Ahsoka, intelligence and compassion come in many forms and appearances can be
Mother's Eyes (Star Wars)For as long as Ben could remember, his mother was always by his side. He could never have imagined what life would be like without her. But now she was gone, and all he had were memories of her, fourteen years of memories that were now so precious. There was a particular one that Ben knew he would never forget, a memory from a time before Jacen came into his life, before everything started to go wrongMother's Eyes (Star Wars)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mom!" Ben asked, "Who do you love most in the galaxy?"
Mara smiled, gazing at his face.
"Zonama Sekot? The stars? The Emperor?" Ben asked again.
Mara hugged him tightly, her hand stroking his hair, and whispered softly, "I like my little rascal the most, of course."
Pleased, Ben gazed into his mother's eyes; he was startled to see a miniature Ben inside her green eyes staring back.
Ben asked his mother, "Your eyes have me in them, doesn't it hurt?" Mara just laughed.
Later on, whenever Mara hugged Ben, he often observed her bright eyes.
When he cried, her eyes had a weeping Ben
Erica Mio: Dragons of Zetara (Prologue)The light of day was disappearing, shedding a deep reddish hue on the sports car that was speeding down the town’s main boulevard.Erica Mio: Dragons of Zetara (Prologue)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Damn. Why are there are never any shops open at this time?” The driver, a younger middle-aged man, was cursing under his breath. “Come on! Somebody has to be open.” He hit the steering wheel with his palm, causing the car to swerve a little.
He kept looking from side to side on every street he could remember a shop ever being on, desperate to find anything still open. His frustration was mounting and his patience was wearing thin.
Philip Mio was looking for a gift for Erica, his six year-old daughter. there were only three days left before she turned seven, and he hadn’t found anything she might like.
She wasn't into dolls or ponies, or dresses with frills - nothing remotely girly, in fact. Her specific distastes eliminated most shops that populated Greenridge.
His search was coming up empt
You're Not Everything That Matters To MeYou're Not Everything That Matters To Me1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The saying goes like this.
If you climb the mountain,
You reach the very top,
And the only thing,
Is back down again.
Maybe I should've warned you.
Tried to convince you.
That dreams don't become reality,
Unless you let them be.
But you needed more than me.
I'm not everything to you that matters,
The whole galaxy could shatter,
You wanted to fight the Sith,
And bring us peace.
But every mountain falls.
And you're no different.
You turned the page,
You climbed the rock,
Now you're on the way down.
To find your whole life has changed.
And as you fall down,
Burning as rocks break your fall,
You realise that you've lost
More than you could afford.
That life's been unkind.
And my story goes just like this.
You're not everything to me that matters,
A whole world need not shatter.
From the force I see,
Our children grow.
No Ani you won't see.
That by climbing the rock at all,
You deliver fate.
As you were always going to fall.
There's a bigger mountain to climb.
It's all different now,
Takin out the trashThe shimmering blade of the blue 'saber cut through the darkness of night like a beacon, giving encouragement to those who followed him.Takin out the trash2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This was as it should be.
General Skywalker was once again back with his troops, and they had a job to do.
Anakin scowled into the night; his deep azure eyes narrowing with rage as he recalled what his Captain had told him, so many men of the 501st, the best of the best, needlessly cut down because of the stupidity of Jedi Master Pong Krell.
That was about to change...
General Skywalker led his troops further into the eternal darkness of Umbara, effortlessly striking down the remaining enemy which stood in the way.
It was thanks to the sacrifice of Hardcase that the Umbaran defenses were virtually ineffective now. The destruction of the Umbaran supply ship had greatly crippled the enemy.
Still, a far greater enemy remained; a man not fit to call himself a Jedi.
A few of the boys had gone on ahead to discover the current location
LAST STAND -PART TWOLAST STAND PART 2:LAST STAND -PART TWO2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The pain and hate bubbled inside of his body causing his vision to cloud. Anakin didn't even feel as though he was connected with his body anymore, he was merely an outside spectator to what the hate inside of him was carrying out inside the Jedi Temple. The blade of his lightsaber whirled and slashed under the power of the hate cutting a path through the Jedi who were resisting.
It had to be the hate and not him. He needed it to be the hate. To think that his two hands were capable of the carnage he saw all around him was hard to come to terms with inside his mind. But he was doing it for Padmé and no one else. He would make sure she was safe, no matter the cost.
As he savagely cut down all those in front of him, he remembered where he had last seen them. Maybe they had passed him in the great hall or somewhere else inside of the temple, never suspecting that when the time came, one of their own (the Chosen One) would strike them down where they stoo
Little Hug For My MasterLittle Hug For My Master4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today was like a day as a slave.
I fell far... too far I think.
I've let my master down down down!
I cry. I feel bad.
This isn't the Jedi way is it?
He calls out my name.
He's back after talking.
Just leave me alone!
I want to cry me asleep.
He won't do that.
So he enters my room,
Nearly tripping on droid parts,
Must remember to clean those away.
I hide my dark face;
I have failed him. I have failed him.
He won't leave me alone,
Another lecture I guess.
He does actually the opposite,
Anakin, I'm not mad at you.
Eh? Surely he must be...
Not bad at all my master explained,
Sitting beside me
A hand on my shoulder
Whispering words of assurance
He's not mad. Thank Force. But why?
All Jedi have bad days,
And mine was today,
Forget and go on
With tears wiped off my face
And my master encourages a little light smile.
My arms wrap around him,
Little hug for my master.
The one who looks out for me.
My master's my father
My guide and protector.
Little hugs go a very long way.
Handmaidens And MakeupHandmaidens And Makeup4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This world of politics,
Of makeup and handmaidens,
No one knows the truth within.
No one sees Padmé smile,
No one sees the pillow fights,
The girls nights in,
Nor the groans and moans of queen preparation.
To the crowds we are silent,
Dressed in our best to protect,
How many girls dream of wearing the flames?
I wear them proud,
But underneath the handmaiden title,
We see the wild girl the Queen really is.
We have a good laugh,
We enjoy a good joke.
But on with the makeup,
The hairdo precise,
The robes carefully chosen,
And on with our flames.
Haunted ManHaunted Man2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Look into your eyes,
See the death inside rise.
With his life burnt cinders.
Life on hold now.
She left he in burning misery.
Left him to rot in hell,
To be the monster
He wanted to be,
Became the monster,
After being consumed by the dark.
Listen to yourself.
Keeping you alive.
Trapped in a body not given by nature,
Given by her,
Your love. Your destroyer.
Completely StupidCompletely Stupid2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yet another day of the same thing,
Darth Vader to the rescue.
Going to save the empire's hind.
Killing off the rebels,
Force choke another lieutenant.
All in a day's work
For the chosen one.
Well I'm sick and tired of your attitude.
Wish I wasn't a ghost now.
So I'd be able to come and kick your arse.
Break your lightsaber into pieces,
Stop you preying on our daughter.
I knew you'd be bad,
THIS IS COMPLETELY STUPID!!
Just A BoyJust A Boy4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Around me is my life,
My people who have followed me.
I acted as queen
Confronted by the boy who is now my guardian.
The years have changed him
From slaveboy to padawan,
From child to young man
And now I find myself attracted.
Is that so wrong?
Isn't attachment forbidden for us both?
Maybe I should be myself for once
And not Senator Amidala from Naboo.
Dare I relax like the birds on the lake?
He is near me. Watching me.
He's still just a boy
He doesn't understand.
You Call This LoveYou Call This Love2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are friends from a past of opposite origins.
Lovers forbidden by duty.
You call this love.
They call it forbidden passion,
Love with untold consequences.
You won't tell the Jedi.
I won't tell the senate.
It's better that way.
We're safer this way.
Locked away on sweet Naboo,
A taboo called love of a queen and a slave.
Your Suicide Determines...Your Suicide Determines...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He loved you oh so more,
Tried to be the man you saw,
But possessed he came,
And down he fall,
Drowning in an ocean of pain.
Your suicide determines everything.
From his descent,
To their sweet victory
On the green shed moon of Endor.
To the new Jedi of years to come.
Not in pain shall they fight,
For you gave them the will,
The destiny and fate,
For all to live in a world of no hate.
And he who doomed you all to live in hell.
How Do I Live Without Him?How Do I Live Without Him?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is so much life left in me.
But when I think of him,
I see his soul has blown out the door.
How do I live without him?
How do I cry at night?
Pleading for salvation,
For a hero who isn't born.
Life begins to slip me by,
Death fills me up instead.
I can't do anything alive,
I just want to escape.
Someday he'll join me,
But for now he will be evil.
I'm setting up his termination...
Until then I'll be dead.
The Perfect FatherThe Perfect Father3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He doesn't know I'm watching him,
Hasn't the faintest clue,
So occupied his mind's become,
With Luke and Leia too.
He is the perfect father,
A fine protector of his young,
His children his greatest achievement,
Right now he's rocking one.
Luke is in his adoring arms,
His sniffling slowly stopping.
Whispered words of calm and joy
And a touch from within the force.
He is the perfect father,
So dedicated to his cause,
Luke stops crying and falls asleep
In time to his father's singing.
He was my padawan.
Now he is a man,
A man with a heart of gold,
And a father with a soothing touch
That can quiet his frightened child.
I'm Cad BaneI'm Cad Bane3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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%% 20% Charitable
%%% 30% Thief
%%%% 40% Merciful
%%%%% 50% Trickster
%%%%%% 60% Patient
%%%%%%% 70% Lethal
%%%%%%%% 80% Charmer
%%%%%%%%% 90% Jedi Hunter
%%%%%%%%%% 100% Gunslinger
Last Stand -Part 1LAST STAND PART 1:Last Stand -Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She remembered spending several frightful hours alone, and watching in despair and helplessness as flames consumed the Jedi Temple. The building had stood for countless years as a symbol of strength and freedom, yet now from across the distance which separated that building and her own apartment, she watched with stunned disbelief as thick gray smoke consumed the temple walls.
And, Anakin was there.
She hadn't heard from him that day. For some odd reason, she hadn't been able to get a simple com-link through.
But she knew.
Padmé did not possess that mystical energy known as the Force, but she shared an intense bond with Anakin nonetheless. It was this connection which allowed her to somehow sense his pain; he had been weeping. But there was more, much more behind the pain; something in Anakin so angry and dark that she couldn't put a name to it any more than she could explain how she was able to sense it in the first p