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AwakeningAwakeningAwakening1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born of the moon and the winds of the night
A being of power and grace
Heart of the wilds, spirit of light
Brings silence to this holy place
His steps make no noise in the stillness
Moving like smoke on the breeze
Soul of the hunter eternal
A ghost beneath the trees
Still, His movement ceases
Outlined in the soft silver rays
Seen, though you thought yourself hidden
Now locked in his fierce golden gaze
Knowledge of uncounted ages
Rests deep within his eyes
To guide those who will listen
Through the journey of their lives
Brother spirit here I stand
Guide me as you will
For the wild hunters heart
Beats within me st
Children Of NightChildren Of NightChildren Of Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight fades to memory
As darkness wraps the skies
A million points of silver fire
Burn before your eyes
The scents of night ride heavy
On cool and rising winds
Grey shadows stalk the velvet night
The hunt will soon begin
A hunter's stalk in silence
A strike and all goes still
hungry we won't be tonight
The pack has made its kill
Golden eyes in darkness
Watch over tiny forms
Curled against their mother's side
To keep them safe and warm
On lofty stone before the den
He tests the swirling breeze
Those he guards are safe and warm
He's seen to all their needs
With knowing gaze he scans the sky
It will be
The Reason For My FearThe Reason For My Fear9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Reason For My Fear
IÕve never been one to fear the darkness, nor the things it conceals.
I have never feared the blackness of ragged chasms: great mouths consuming all,
Nor the icy cold darkness of a killerÕs eye, or the endless yawning of a sharkÕs jaws
YetÉ yet there is somethingÉ something about this house, this place, which makes me pauseÉ.
I know not why, nor whence this fear has come; it was Ônere her before, this much I know!
Yet consuming is it, though I myself, self-proclaimedly fearless,
Do tremble when I am here.
And something, I feel, someone, revels in this fear.
Perhaps it is those who l
Companionship 0.2 (LaF)Companionship 0.2 (LaF)1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Companionship 0.2
It was a ghost. Something that had once been alive and was now dead. Or someone. It was hard to tell when this particular specter was … somewhat like a floating tadpole. Only, its round 'head' was about the size of a football with a single large mouth. Or was that mouth an eye? Probably neither, since it was glowing and orange. Neither eyes nor mouths were supposed to be orange, right?
Gar observed in silence a bit longer, but a ghost was no threat to him. The servant knew this for a fact. His Master had killed plenty of folks (being a vampire did require large quantities of blood after all) and a few had left behind
Companionship 0.1 (LaF)Companionship 0.1 (LaF)1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Audition
Companionship 0.1
Nostrils flaring, Gar allowed himself a huge sigh as he wrestled with his map, thumbs leaving small holes in the paper. Really, if not for his tongue, the flimsy scrap would've been shredded into bits long ago. But as he held the item firmly against the rough pine bark of an old tree, Gar could not help but despair. He was completely lost.
The first part of his journey had been easy. This map was quite clear and full of nice, clear landmarks. Rivers to follow, small and easily flown-through forests, a few smelly bogs. But now, so close to his goal, the paper guide was failing him.
"Trees," the creature grumbled
paren(senryu)theticalthese lensesparen(senryu)thetical1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
(comprised of
assumption, fear, and
ignorance)
bend not only light,
but the source.
remove them,
a caul, from your eyes;
(be filled with
joy, peace, wisdom and
compassion)
see again.
Prologue A Ghost Story NaNoNaNo starts tomorrow, so I thought I'd kick things off with my prologue, which will not be counted into the 50k words, but will serve as an intro for the story nonetheless.Prologue A Ghost Story NaNo2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue
I groaned as I read through page after page in my science textbook. If I had started studying earlier, I would've been done by now. Of course, one had to add in procrastination and distractions as factors as well. Occasionally, I'd write a few notes in my worn notebook, but otherwise I sat in complete silence, reading. Work in relation to circular motion as opposed to horizontal motion tends to- I bolted straight up when my cell phone suddenly went off, the thou
My Final Memories KikiA tattoo on her ear, marking a past no one wantsMy Final Memories Kiki3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A history that saved lives and healed those who would never know
Her fear and anger showing in the way she walked and talked.
Her claws always ready to defend herself, never having someone to love
no one that seemed to care about her pain or her dreams of being free.
She was realized to a cage in a place that didn't seem to care,
they fed her and left her be, person after person passing her by
Their thoughts, "An anti social cat, what would anyone want with her."
A single person seeing her and seeing the hurt and fear in her eyes,
taking her home to try and heal those painful scars,
g
RomanticallyApocalypticScript1RomanticallyApocalypticScript13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Romantically Apocalyptic Script
Characters: Captain, Sniper, Pilot and Skeleton
Setting: The ruins of a building, in the break room of an office. A skeleton is seated at a table with a half eaten sandwich on it.
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-Water pipes can be heard leaking in the background along with the distant crowing of birds-
-Captain walks in and looks around. His hands are crossed behind his back, and his chin is lifted up as if he is conducting an inspection. Sniper and Pilot follow him into the break room. They make their way to the opposite side of the room. Captain slowly walks over to the table and sits next to the skeleton. He ta
She's HereShe's Here.She's Here3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Get out your guns.
She's Here.
Everybody runs.
She's Here.
Dead cold eyes.
She's Here.
With hair that shines.
She's Here.
With anger that lead.
She's Here.
Now we're all dead.
A Thief's CollectionGather round, those that remainA Thief's Collection3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have for you-now don't complain-
A gift from me, a humble key
That unlocks no humble door.
Eight keys I give, one to each.
The end's in sight, so close to reach.
Two keys per lock, and here's the shock:
A theme for you, I have in store.
Turn the handle and you will find
A sight of very strange design,
A tundra cold, or age of old-
Any setting that I could take.
Two may enter, but one will win
Turn the key and lock them in
To set them free, or let them be
Is up to you, so do debate.
You lucky eight, you chosen section
Shall get to see a Thief's collection
This rare chance to steal a glance
Of the wonders I
Omen of the Stars- FACTSThese are facts from Warriors: Omen of the Stars. They are real; said by the Erins themselves. The quotes to back these up are at the bottom of the post. BEWARE SPOILERS. Do not continue if you have not finished Sunrise!Omen of the Stars- FACTS4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
ACTUAL, LIVING, BREATHING SPOILERS AHEAD!
Oh. And I pretty much FAILED at my Omen of the Stars theories post. greaaaaat.
FACTS:
-Hollyleaf is most likely alive
-Hollyleaf HAD powers until Outcast, when she became the non-power of three
-Leafpool is no longer a medicine cat
-Leafpool is still residing in ThunderClan
-Pinestar is NOT Firestar's father
-There is no Dove's Wing--Dovekit connection -sob-
-Lionblaze will
Push OnDeep in cavernsPush On9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sprawling dark
A whispering word
A presence
Just out of reach
This is where
Quiet descends.
This is where
Voids open up
Flowers after rain
Seeking the Sun
To see only the Moon.
Coldness
Doubt
A slow pace sets
Exploring corridors
Misty and contorted
I am blind
Stumbling through time
Grabbing at weak branches
But a spark flies
A light in the soul
A pushing desire
To see the end
A foolish want
As the world turns against
Moving through wind
Push on
Push on
tGB// Porcupines (+ text)tGB// Porcupines (+ text)11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
[ Pink-Orange - Shadow / Sojir / Rabbit's Forest ] Ashy smells floated around the edge of where Sojir dwelled. Her white paws gently padded along a worn path she'd taken many times before around this place. Why do I come here, anyway? She wonders, but never thinks too much into it. For some unexplicable reason Sojir enjoyed being around the base of the volcano. The smells were putred at first, but she soon came to be in neutral agreement with them. Fire-Tribe smells weren't so bad, she came to decide one day. More than anything she came here to see two certain some cats, and see if either of the two would ever come home again. Sojir fretted
Mother NatureMother NatureMother Nature1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That quiet and rude place;
of abundant vegetation,
and wild flowers ...
It brings peace to my soul,
and love to my heart
something that man can't give.
Something like the supreme union,
the union of the darkness with light;
returning balance of the universe.
A piece of me,
lost itself among the trees,
among this native forest.
This piece lives rooted to the foot of an apple tree,
waiting the serpent of paradise;
offer the apple of knowledge.
Of green so rich,
with flowers so unique,
nature gives your private show.
Lying amid the vegetation,
I can feel the heart of the earth,
involving me in an embrace of mot
The Balance of NatureThe Balance of NatureThe Balance of Nature1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Do not believe I waited your approval and judgment;
do not even believe I spent so much time,
living according to their principles and commandments.
Do not believe I did everything this with me...
Their words of peace and your new philosophy;
do not had power to close old wounds,
Because at the end of all,our actions is what counts.
Do not believe I did everything this with me...
Fortunately the balance needs to be done;
for nature take its course,
and the Universe live in peace.
And on this I believe.
Do not dare stay with responsibility,
many bad things happened...
and many things could be avoided.
Howe
Fading Rose, a SestinaDing, ding the bell would ringFading Rose, a Sestina1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out, everyday its rough
Noise flooding the town like a wave
Consuming it with glory same as a great fluke
Smashing down on waters blue.
Leaving only a fading rose.
From a deep place, the rose
Opens up, waiting for the ring
That will turn away her engulfing blue
And bring light to a rough
Life. They say it is but a fluke
And it passes like a wave.
Forever on the wave
Rolls by the quiet rose
And she wishes the fluke
Would finally have a truthful ring.
She waits, strong and roughened
For the final act of blue.
She watches the deep blue
Water, forever casting its waves
Onto the barren shore, rou
Maybe I'm Just Misunderstood Looking back on this life, there is a lot I could have done better. Great spirits, there is a lot I could have done better in all of my lives that I've lived. Yet... I cannot pinpoint where exactly it all went horribly wrong. How did I become the worthless, wretched, forsaken creature that I was? Was it my parents? My sister? The cats I had grown up around? My own, innate flaws? Or perhaps the fact that I became the very monster that I feared the most? I do not have the answer. Maybe it was a dreadful concoction of them all.Maybe I'm Just Misunderstood2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What are you going to name her?" A sandy colored tom asked a red and brown tabby queen, as she gazed down a
Color Poem - Blue3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Rematch - Tortoise and HareThe Tortoise and the Hare's Rematch, Plus One RatRematch - Tortoise and Hare3 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
It was a hot, sunny afternoon. Being a hot, sunny afternoon, David Jr., an athletic brown hare, was bored out of his mind playing checkers with Lee the rat. When David's friend, the tortoiseshell cat Rozart, padded along David Jr. asked her if she had anything to do.
"Well, I just won a free tourist trip for three to the Andromeda galaxy from the Ihavenothingtodo Lottery," Rozart purred. With nothing better to do, David Jr. enthusiastically agreed, dragging Lee along on the trip.
When David Jr., Lee, and Rozart arrived at the Andromeda galaxy to play, Fluffy the tortoise was already there,
My WishMy WishMy Wish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been around the block
A number of times.
I've seen a dozen things
Pass before my eyes.
But it always ends the same.
An argument, disagreement, forever seperation
Nothing ever the same.
Never...
Never.
Long I've gone
And long I've trod
To every destination.
My goals are always the same...
But they never end that way.
I try to be
What I'm not
But that never works.
I'm not the voice of reason.
But I'll never stop
Till I reach my goal!
Friends
Friends together...
Forever...
No more disagreements!
No more sad times.
Eternal friends
Between the people I care most.
I wish I could help more,
But I guess I hel
Daily Prayer to NyxO, Mistress of the Night, I ask you hear my prayerDaily Prayer to Nyx1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
From all the way up there.
I ask you grant me the patience, kindness, and will
To assist others, even those who bid me ill.
I seek your guidance and strength
For eternal is its length.
But most of all,
I seek your mercy
And grace me the fortune
Of your daily love and blessing.
A Promise + TextA Promise + Text10 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Warm shafts of sunlight filtered inside the den's walls, flickering over the frames of the cats sheltering and sleeping under a roof made entirely of reed. The morning dew slowly began to slide down a leaf, accumulating at the tip until it formed a perfectly round drop, and eventually, detached from its perch as gravity pulled it down. It landed cleanly on a pink nose. A young Javanese she-cat jerked awake, her eyes screwing open as she twitched her nose, sniffing furiously to get rid of the nuisance. As she rubbed a small delicate paw onto her muzzle, the she-cat rose her head to glance over the reed walls. The light infiltrated the den i
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