PerspectivePerspective3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
EmmerynShe was but a child,Emmeryn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when destiny was thrust upon her.
Her rule had brought peace,
yet she died as a martyr.
Exalt Emmeryn showed no pain,
and exposed no fear.
For her people's sake,
she shed her last tear.
What is right and what is easy,
are never the same thing.
Her graceful death displayed,
the horrors war can bring.
Doomed to execution,
by the Mad King Gangrel....
She had accepted her fate,
and to her death she fell.....
If ever there was an angel,
born into Ylisse....
It would be Emmeryn,
our eternal symbol of peace.
Her death inspired many people,
friends and foes as well.
What will become of Ylisse....
Only time can tell.
Prince Chrom has taken power,
to rule in his sister's place.
When one door closes another opens....
The royal family has a new face.
Chrom now has a daughter,
Lucina is her name.
For the sake of those he loves,
Gangrel's life he has claimed.
With the Mad King no more,
peace has returned for now.
The war was won at last,
but none of us will forget how.....
Fic: Dear AndreFic: Dear Andre5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's been a few months, hasn't it? Yet, it feels like it was only yesterday that you left so suddenly, the wound still fresh in my heart. Who would've thought we would make it that far, my love? Who would've thought that what we had would blossom in such a wondrous, beautiful way ?
No one, not even me- and I still curse myself for letting so much time go by, so much time we could've spent together, reveling in the warmth of our love but I had been too stubborn, too blind to your undying devotion
My sweet Andre, you were ever so forgiving. You never held that against me and instead wrapped me tenderly in your arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, sweet words that were so sincere and heartfelt it touched me in the deepest part of my soul, made me feel loved and protected like a true woman.
It was something I didn't know I needed, but I did ever so desperately and only you could have awakened that in me.
But we got ripped from that didn't we? We
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
And She Remains No MoreAnd She Remains No More6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A frightened glance
A saddened look
In pain, in shame, in fear.
A girl who cries by windowside
Knows not why she is here.
Her candle drips
And drips and drips,
Her pen, it does run dry
From overuse and her abuse;
She writes, and wonders, wonders why.
Wonders indeed of her young life
And the love she chose,
Wonders why he could not stay.
"I've plans elsewhere, must disappear"
And from her he did stray.
Now must she find her repose
In this, a nunnery,
Where hearts learn to be tame?
What if he should return while candles burn?
Oh God, oh God the shame!
She knows she cannot speak of it;
A sinner still;
And chastity not within her dwells.
"He keeps my sickly heart," she weeps,
Her impurity, she knows, will tell.
Her skin, it is true, is without blemish -
True corp'ral purity -
"Nothing is wrong," she will say,
For the bruises she hides are buried deep inside,
And those will stay, yes those will stay.
A victim of his cruel cruel heart
No more no less
She tries not to let it show.
She wants h
MudLord,Mud5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you see this glob of mud -
sinful, wicked, difficult.
What use is it,
this dirty speck?
How can it glorify Your Name?
look how I take this mud,
and mould it gently with my hands -
look how I give it what it needs,
and cleanse with fire to make it new:
to build my City with.
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Paper MacheDrop your paper hearts into a basin of tearsPaper Mache6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dry them in the sun
Well tape the middles back together
Glue them back to back
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But
PrisonerPrisoner3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her dreams all broken loose.
escaped her past,
they roost now in the tangles
of her disordered present.
What If We Were Poets?Do you ever wonder what it's like to come face-to-faceWhat If We Were Poets?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the planets? To curl your fingers in the air without
meeting thousands of plaster ceilings? What if I showed you
how to cross Saturn's rings, inhale the atmosphere of Venus?
You would enter the Earth (and it's a strange place to call home,
really) with ice crystals at the corners of your mouth and ash
clouds stuck to the insides of your fingernails. Let me tell you,
it's a beginner's worry that you'll burn up in the atmosphere,
but I've had helium and hydrogen daubed on the base of my tongue.
Oh, and do you ever brush past the windows on train carriages
and wonder what cornfields are like when they're your sky
and your Earth's crust? What if I took you to the white cliffs
of somewhere or other and taught you how to spread your wings
and not hit the ground? What if I showed you mazes, and became
the red threads around your thumbs? If you'll just trust me, I'll let you
see that getting lost should only worry you in jungles of co
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
Happy 64th, David BowieThough you may have many candlesHappy 64th, David Bowie5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
On your birthday cake this year
I wish you all the best of course
And lots of birthday cheer
Though your candles may be bright
You shine brighter by far
You're a hero and a half
And a genius superstar
Happy Birthday to David Bowie!
How do you say goodbye?How do you say goodbye?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three days after you started to die,
when it was just you and me,
and while your tongue roamed restlessly
inside your drooping mouth,
I asked how
do you say goodbye?
Do we hold hands -
your baby-soft grip already receding back
and out to sea, with the winking
calm of a rip laying itself
flat, while the surges of your fasiculations
in the shallow grooves of your ribs.
Do we say the words we already know -
I can see the delay
of words from your brain to your tongue,
and your sunken chest
heaving with measured words and
Do I study your face, to remember -
of your eyes are already drifting
half to sleep,
your waterlogged body bobbing, undecided
on the sea or the clouds.
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
I'm fineThrough soulless eyes people seeI'm fine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all too constantly watch the world
that they believe had nothing for them.
Tears form, but no one sees,
no person even bothers to look,
yet it isn't like they don't notice.
When someone finally looks
and actually sees for once
they utter those few words,
that can change so much.
Are you okay?
The tear stained face looks up
and knows it's been seen
with a blink though
the tears are gone.
The voice breaks,
but it is overlooked
as nothing important.
"Stop! I'm not okay!"
The internal voice screams,
but the silent mental call
is heard by no one.
And the crying form
that so brokenly said it was fine
is left to cry once more.
Gathering DarkGathering Dark4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sun has a smile
angry - weeping - red passion
the sky wears a grin