PAIXAO DESESPERADAEnfim desnuda e fria descansaPAIXAO DESESPERADA1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
à luz morna das estrelas do ocidente
mas no sono, erótica, ela dança
pelo amado distante, vão, ausente...
E sonha com os beijos bem ardentes
de quem habita seu peito maltratado:
seus olhos marejam lágrimas silentes
regando um rosto belo e inconformado.
Lisboa dorme opaca e insatisfeita
no silêncio irreal do teu desejo...
vencido regressa -mudo- o navegante
de uma terra outrora já perfeita,
enquanto tua alma desce o Tejo
na busca inconseqüente de teu amante.
CluelessClueless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"She isn't her"
They whisper like she doesn't have a clue.
Instantly her lips are like glue; a helpless mound.
Like wine her tears flow, yet only making the slightest sound.
When these buckling knees collide with the ground-
Who would have watched her drown?
How I Thought Of Lalah PandoraHow I Thought Of Lalah Pandora8 months ago in Settings More Like This
one day i dreamed i was in some sort of theme park, while i board and standing around, i noticed a girl that resembled Meer Campbell from GUNDAM SEED DESTINY, i ran after her and it ended up with me chasing her around the place, she always let out a little giggle, as much as i wanted to get some help from people around the park i decided to myself that this was my task, i was determined as hell to get her and find out who she is, I finally caught her and asked her what her name was, she told me that it was Lalah Pandora, she even said that since someone had caught her that she had to leave this world behind, I asked her "Please Stay With Me", she asked me why, and i said "because I Love You", since then Lalah has been apart of my life and I i mean We couldn't be happier
Betrayal P.2“Mira, you there?”Betrayal P.210 months ago in Profiles More Like This
She was gone. The asari had completely vanished. Osirus had attempted to get her to respond, but she was nowhere in sight. Even Anders and Jhun couldn’t spot her over their access to the security panels.
“She’s slipped off-cam,” Anders said. “She’s good at being sneaky, it seems.”
“Dammit!” Terrenus growled. “Find her.”
“There are too many asari, Commander,” the human responded. “I can’t differentiate between them.”
The rust-colored turian shook his head and glanced around, his blue gaze searching the asari as well as picking out Osirus slipping inconspicuously through the market.
“She is a Spectre,” the gray-plated turian pointed out.
“I know, but she’s still on the team. If she gets into trouble…” Again, Terrenus shook his head. “No… No, Vutali’s the priority. If we find her, we find her.”
Pool of Illusionary WaterPool of Illusionary WaterPool of Illusionary Water6 months ago in Settings More Like This
This appears to be a large pool of water, but the water itself is an illusion. The pool is often about twenty feet wide and twenty feet deep, but could be of any size. It can look like a natural pool or be part of a constructed pool or fountain.
The water may be clear or opaque or even dark and stagnant. Any variation of objects of features may exist at the pool bottom, even doors, portals or stairs. The illusion would hide these from view. The illusionary water may contain illusionary fish swimming about or have a false image of treasure and a false bottom only about five feet down.
Depending on the strength of the illusion, a person interacting with the water will detect the illusion on a Will save vs. DC15 or DC20. The pool of water is created using a permanent image spell, or more than one permanent image spell (d20 3.5e Players Handbook p260).
Wall or Cylindar of Swirling StonesWall or Cylindar of Swirling StonesWall or Cylindar of Swirling Stones6 months ago in Settings More Like This
This is a barrier of flying stones created by a permanent magic spell. The barrier can be shaped like a wall or cylinder (usually twenty feet wide and ten feet tall and about two feet thick). The flying stones swirl randomly bouncing off each other making a tremendous noise like falling rocks. The stones vary in size from pebbles to about a foot in diameter.
Any creature attempting to physically pass through the barrier will take 8d6 points of bludgeoning damage, reflex save vs. DC20 for half damage. There have been reports of stronger or weaker versions of the wall of swirling stones.
One of these walls may be suppressed for 1d6 rounds with a successful dispel magic vs. DC20. The stones of the wall fall to the floor in heaps while the magic is suppressed and may be picked up or moved.
Elf Concepts -Looking for Critique-One of my many loves in life are elves. Lately I've really been getting back into the whole concept of them, as shown by my last picture. So I decided I want to put my own personal ideas into them, then maybe eventually work on some kind of plot and create a comic or something. So here's the elves I could think of from the top of my head, please feel free to remind me if I missed any.Elf Concepts -Looking for Critique-6 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Wood Elves/Forest Elves
These elves are known for their superior abilities to create things using the most simple tools. They usually have brown or red hair and tanner skin. Their bodies are usually thinner than most elves and they have the longest ears of all the elves, adapted to move swiftly through the forest. Seeing a Woodland elf is usually rare as they tend to keep to themselves, but if seen they will not respond in a negative manner.
Mail Order: Chapter 1Mail Order: Chapter 17 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The landscape was grey. Bleakly and dismally grey in all directions. The sky was grey and overcast, the dirt was an unpleasant brownish grey, the rocks were different shades of grey, the leaves and creepers on the trees were greenish grey, and of course the trees themselves were grey. Even the insects were grey. It was one of the most miserable places Garadun had ever seen. All right, the Blood Marsh around the gate town of Torch was far more dangerous, but here it was utterly depressing. The kind of depression that oozes right down into your soul – and sits there and festers.
But the job was the job, even if it sometimes sucked.
Shilling miaowed from where she sat comfortably in his coat pocket, and Garadun instantly felt somewhat better. All cats, especially delightful kittens, always improved his mood. And she wasn’t just any kitten. She was celestial and her inherent nature was a counterbalance to the pall
One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 23One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 2310 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Taste of the Immortal
Is the Mortal Realm all that there is? No, of course not. When the gods wanted to create us mortals, the only way to do so was to imbue us with a piece of themselves. That piece became our immortal soul and that, like the gods themselves, endures for all eternity. But where does that soul go after our deaths? It goes to a plane within the Immortal Realm where the gods themselves either watch over and protect or ignore and abandon us.
— Archpriest Gallenicas of Salervurg
He was back home. It was not Bronwyn's house in Kubei nor was it Fitno's house, but home. It was the house he had grown up in, the house his parents had owned until they died. He was back in Sandrin, back when things were peaceful and happy. Syler could sense it all, every detail, and his soul savored every moment. He remembered the smells of his mother's cooking, the bubbling of the boiling pots full of potions his father was making, and the sound of his sister laug
Suddenly,WerewolvesThis encounter will work in any busy public place, but I've found that it works best in a tavern. This establishment can be completely isolated, such as a way station in the wilderness (especially during bad weather, ala The Thing), or just as easily be in a large city with numerous tall buildings, crowded lanes and dark alleys. I've always found that it works best in a city, since urban areas tend to restrict weapons and armor inside city walls, and the population density increasing the chance for panic and an alarming pandemic of lycanthropy. Such a plague should affect the setting significantly, an event that will be spoken of for hundreds of leagues or more and certainly make history books.Suddenly,Werewolves2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I set this encounter up in one of two different ways:
1. The adventurers go to be hired for an adventure they will never go on, accosted instead with this encounter. The DM should give a fair amount of alluring details, perhaps in a letter announcing the employer and his or he
Mail Order: Chapter 2Mail Order: Chapter 27 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chameleon House was located in Actual Alley, with a book repair shop on one side and the office of a sage on the other. The unique edifice looked like a narrow, three-storey building similar to a brownstone; with a side-gabled slate roof, light grey stone walls, narrow windows in weirwood frames and a densewood front door. In the middle of the door was a wrought iron chameleon head with a knocker below it.
Even in a city famous for an endless variety of architectural styles, Chameleon House was noteworthy. Not for its outward appearance but for what it was. It was in fact not a brownstone at all but a rare magical artefact known as a Daern’s instant fortress. When activated, it grew from a small adamantine cube into an impregnable structure some thirty feet tall. Additionally, it was unique among its kind because it was self-aware. Further, it could alter its exterior to match that of its surroundings. Here in Sigil
Blood of Kings, Prologue (RD)Blood of Kings, Prologue (RD)6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leoni dismounted from Rivan’s saddle and sauntered to the circle of grey stones. Seven of them stood tall in a circular form, each with Rune’s cast into them. The Runes were even too old for Leoni to read, from the dead language. She wondered if Neela would be able to make them out. Neela had always had a talent with Runes.
Inside the circle three other woman waited. One was an elderly woman with long black hair and fading silvery amber eyes. The woman was over ten times Leoni’s age. She was the Crone, the High- Priestess of the Wayward God. She had a dozen other titles, all of them well earned, Leoni knew this, but she could not remember what they were.
The second woman looked to be forty, but Leoni knew better, her age was more than likely in the hundreds. She was still beautiful for her age, with her long black hair tied into a braid that fell over one shoulder. Her eyes were, like the Crone’s, silvery, but they had a blue tint to them. Her face
The Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the Scorpion7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was the time of the night Aralynn loved. The bright desert sun had long since set in the west. Above her, the clear black night sky glittered with thousands of stars and a low dusky moon hung on the horizon. Beneath her, the warm comforting sand slowly cooled as it coursed through her bare elf feet.
Aralynn's tall lithe sand elf figure stood proudly upright against the constant desert breeze. Her light olive colored skin goose bumped due to the coolness and in anticipation of her upcoming mission. Her long tightly bound dark brown hair blew about in the constant breeze. The elf's slim angular face and bright green eyes were focused off into the distance.
Before her was a simple traveling tent encampment. As far away as she was, Aralynn could easily make out the encampment's five tall peaked tents, an encircling cloth barrier, a large central bonfire, and numerous elves moving abo
Mail Order: Chapter 3Mail Order: Chapter 37 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cube sat on Garadun’s main table not far from several of his books, some of which were open. His personal library was enlarging all the time; it included texts on a wide variety of subjects. He firmly believed in the old adage that knowledge was power. More than that, knowledge meant survival. Ever since he’d first come to the City of Doors from Earth he’d been learning as much as he could to help him survive.
Shilling was also sitting on the table, occasionally poking at the little cube with her paw. It had been thoroughly washed and now gleamed in the light. After a very careful examination and consulting The Ultimate Book of Rocks, Minerals and Gems, Garadun had determined that the cube was made of carnelian, a semiprecious gemstone. It was also magical – his detect magic cantrip had confirmed it. Very strongly magical in fact.
Each side of the two-inch carnelian cube was engraved with a differe
How it all began.How it all began.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How it all began.
"I don't remember much of the five years, I was locked up in that Lab I called home, as most of the time I was sedated for tests and operations. Who I am I? you ask, well my name is Angel. I am rumoured to be the last of the Ashland kind, and this is my story of how I meet the one who was to become Archangel. This is how my story begins."
A blast sounded in the hall, a blonde woman in a uniform, held of the hand of a five year old girl, a man with black hair was firing back at guards chasing them as they raced though the halls. They were fleeing the building that they were in. The little girl stumbled as the blonde woman picked her up.
"Keep going Jeddah I will hold them off," the black haired male yelled.
"Daddy!" cried the five year old as the woman called Jeddah fled carrying her. The young girl watched as her father received a shot to the head falling to the ground as the door closed behind them.
The young girl started crying, as
Be my Angel..."Prime, you need to stop with all this self-sacrifice nonsense. You're going to get yourself killed out there if you're not careful." Elita laughed softly as she gazed down at her mate who was currently getting himself patched up and scolded by Ratchet. Although even though she was in good nature, smiling down at her mate she was serious.Be my Angel...2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Elita, dear there is no need for you to worry," Optimus chuckled softly as he gazed up at his rose red and pink mate.
"It's no use trying to talk him out of it, Elita." Ratchet commented as he applied a bit too much pressure than necessary to seal up a damaged Energon line causing the Prime to wince slightly.
"Your mate's too stubborn. Self-sacrifice is hardwired into his processor." Ratchet huffed as he finished sealing up the damaged Energon lines and was now in the process of welding the wound shut.
"It's alright Elita, there's no need for you to worry, really." Optimus replied, gazing up at his mate with loving optics, smiling under that dreaded
ser diferenteser diferente2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Saia do comum entre na incógnita.
Porque ser normal se o diferente é o que realmente nos atrai?
Porque nos ater ao igual e ter medo do inovador?
Mudança e melhoria estão juntas;
movimento, ritmo, sonolência e cochilo...
Não estou recriminando os chamados normais,
estou os convidando para novas experiências
O que seria a humanidade sem a evolução?
Sair do acelerado e ir ao tranquilo ou vice e versa...
Da rotina do trabalho, ir brinca de ver as formas das nuvens.
O normal acha que é perca de tempo.
O louco afirma que isso é necessário.
E neste mesmo instante é constante?
Pra que falar mais alto que um alto falante?
Acho intrigante a decisão do volante,
Porque ele mi diz aonde eu vou?
A Love Without Trust...Love….A Love Without Trust...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say you love me,
But is love enough?
You donot trust me,
And I donot trust you…
You donot trust..
That you are my only one…
That I'm not just playing you.
I donot trust you…
I donot trust that you not go to another….
That you wont stop loving me…
It's part of love,
You donot believe me when I say that I will come to you.
I donot know if I should believe you when you say that you will wait
I wont to believe you,
But how can I when you donot believe me…….
Wrong kind of ParadiceThe Wrong Kind Of ParadiseWrong kind of Paradice7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Look before you leap.'
'Think before you talk.'
This is how you are taught you to live life.
Forget about the 'what if's they say,
But they will see, when tomorrow you are the hood ornament to the 9 o'clock bus.
'Look to the past as you head for the future.'
But you have no future,
No life ahead of you.
No one sees,
How we need the darkness to make light.
There is no such thing as a room with no shadows,
So why can there be a room with no light?
On the happiest days, they tell you to forget the darkness.
But they got if backwards…
Remember the darkness on the brightest days;
For than, on the darkest nights you well have the brightest hopes.
Useless information on the TV and radio;
To drawn out the pain…
If you donot know pain,
You well never feel joy.
Why cannot they see that they are looking for the wrong kind of Paradise??
A world of hope and joy.
The perfect world.
But perfect is over rated.
For there is no such thing.
Safiyah's BiographyFull name: Princess Safiyah of the Sand PeopleSafiyah's Biography1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Alias: Due to that she's a princess, everyone addresses her as Honourable Princess Safiyah. Her family addresses her as Safiyah, or, informally, as Saf.
Origin: Canaria, the deserts
Birthday: August 10th (3rd rise of the 27th sun, nomad calendar)
Fairy Sign: Mermaid
Height: 178cm (she's VERY tall)
"Sahara" by Nightwish
Arabesque" by Nightwish
Circle of Life by Disney (The Lion King)
"Arabian Nights" by Sarah Brightman
Associated Pixie: None. There are no pixies on Canaria.
Safiyah is the eldest daughter o
FrayingFraying2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The rust of twilight etched deep into Dilantear's muscles, whispering dangerous secrets as he lifted his empty hand to his forehead. Steady fingers trailed through smoke gray hair, not moving it from his face, merely feeling the texture while his heart continued its rapid, euphoric pace. His left hand considered its grip on the curved knife still in his possession, blood staining the front of the blade. He watched his defeated quarry cower and scamper back into the safety of the forest, saved only by the piteous plea from his sole companion. He felt a strange, comfortable curve slide over his mouth, each breath deep and delicious.
Myriil lowered her gaze to the slashes of red seeping into the sienna earth of the forest, listening to the wounded elf escape with his life. Her hands tightened on the teal fabric of her cloak, slender fingers trying to escape the low, bone-felt trembling. She could feel the bruises slowly marking her wrists, querying why she wasn't afraid of what could have
Because of HimBecause of Him2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lighting the darkness
Out of the light and into the realism,
Vocalizing the way this wind whispers against these lips
Igniting the energy resting idle in nimble finger tips
Netting is so simplistic
Given the right, and precise tools, it may mold the perfect history
History, how much the past compensates with and for
In time, the present is un-wrapped and,
Mailed to a time where we're all-
Marked and branded like a select breed of cattle. .
Annexed and secluded,
Knitting wool memories so that love
Elapses into something warm and fuzzy!
Stitches look so ugly, when compared to things crocheted.
Mild, timid, sensitive,
You have shown all these attributes to the little child inside of me.
Here, in this room, everything is utterly emptied.
Every poem and story of purgatory
Agony, so silent, I can feel the skeleton within this body-
F U C KF U C K2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget any form of love!
Under the stare of God, I swore to you,
Count the memories with your eyes.
Killing my fragile skin was such a sin.
Into the darkness,
Together, by me, we'll make it through.
Alas, roses wilt and twist to dust,
Lonely as the petals flit and crust,
Laughing, their free and no longer used-
To prompt lust
Happiness Is A Warm GunHappiness Is A Warm Gun2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young boy, around seventeen years old walked into the hospital room. He was tall, with a strong built. This boy had golden hair which was somewhat spiky- that revealed light shades of browns and oranges as he walked. He had casual clothing on, consisting of a t-shirt, windbreaker jacket and jeans that were a tad scraped up. Today the seventeen year old was visiting someone very dear to him. She was diagnosed with an unknown condition a few months ago, being stuck in the hospital ever since. She would be visited by this boy just about everyday she had been there. Seeing him made it all seem that it'll be alright.
Holding his motorcycle helmet in one hand, he greeted the girl. "Hey, Alexis. How're you doing?"
Alexis looked up with her silver colored eyes, brushing her long, blond hair out of her face. She was just a year younger than him. Alexis was a petite girl, being a little less than a foot shorter than her visitor. She smiled with delight and got up from her bed. Hugging