Wolf songWolf song9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Elmúlt a kölyökkor. Múlnak az álmok.
Már csak a dolgom teszem, nem játszom.
Már nem kergetek lepkét a réten.
De egy fura érzés rám tör néha éjjel.
Ezüst ködöt hoz felém a friss szél.
..S egy rég elfeledett gondolatot...
Csak ülök a kertben, az eget bámulom.
Ezrével ragyognak fent a csillagok.
Bevilágít mindent a sápatag telihold,
Hív, hív engem.. Te fény, hogy vonzol?!
Ezüst ködöt hoz felém a friss szél.
..S egy rég elfeledett gondolatot...
-Jöjj, jöjj, Barna-testvér, várunk..-
Mennék, de nem jutok át a falon!
Csak ülök a kertben, az eget bámulom,
S megremeg a világ, hallva farkas-dalom.
Ezüst ködöt hoz felém a friss szél
..S egy rég elfeledett gondolatot...
Wolf song (by a house dog)
My childhood has passed off. My dreams are passing away.
I'm only doing my duty, I don't play.
I don't drift butterflies any more in the meadow
But a strange feeling comes upon me night long
...The fresh wind brings silver fog
And a once forgotten thought...
I'm only sitting in
Hitchups: BroachedHitchups: Broached5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They pulled another all-nighterstill concealed by the pre-dawn skywith Hiccup adamant about making it to the southeastern coast of Wessex. He wanted a full day's rest before daring to cross the English Channel. He was far more worried about it than Toothless, who seemed more insulted about Hiccup's concern than anything else.
"So how old are you?" Hiccup asked. The questions he'd come up with so far were harmless and hardly personal, like he wanted to solidify his understanding of Toothless from the ground up.
Hiccup hit this problem before: where dragons had different phrases or methods of keeping track of things humans found important.
"How many winters have you seen?" he tried.
Toothless was silent for a moment, realizing Hiccup was trying to measure his time spent in this world.
::I can't really say. For most of my life I had been with my drove, and we do not measure time by your seasons::
"Wait!" Hiccup interrupted. "There a
Airport InsecurityAirport Insecurity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rebecca Fife, report to my office!"
Robert Fillmore was the head of circulation at the Blackthorn Public Library. Getting called into the boss's office wasn't something anybody looked forward to. Rebecca swallowed the lump in her throat and composed herself before knocking.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Fillmore?"
"Yes, do come in!" The cougar seemed to be in high spirits, a fact that did little to set his guest at ease. He was well known for taking sadistic pleasure in delivering bad news.
"Are Are you going to fire me?"
"Of course not!" he said in surprise. "My dear girl, whatever gave you that idea?"
"Well, I I don't know "
"No! Nothing like that, sir!"
"Right " Fillmore chuckled. "So, you put in an application for attendance to ALA Annual? I've got the answer you've been waiting for."
Actually, she had forgotten all about it. Even so, her tail beat back and forth excitedly!
"Well, Rebecca, as you know, we can't afford to send everyone who as
ReincarnationReinkarnációReincarnation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Földanyához szólván imádba mártom:
Miért élek emberként ezen a világon?
Bűnös lélek mind, ki embernek született,
Mind, ki Világ fényes kincsét tönkretett...
De,jaj,bánom én emberi, gyilkos létem,
Csábos újjászületést ezért már nem félem...
Lehetnék tán sötét pej, kacér vadló!
Szilaj szabadság szép szárnyán széllel száguldó.
Bújhatnék bársony bundába, mint misztikus farkas,
Holdnak éneklő, csillaggal táncoló, nemes, büszke ordas.
Szállhatnék gyönyörű sasok selyem szárnyán,
Át, keresztül hószín felhők ezüst habján.
Vagy talán...Lehetnék az égen ében holló...
Vaksötét éjben bölcs
TearsTears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't stop them anymore
I can't keep them from flowing
Because the pain keeps growing
Shoving them down
Seems to make everything worse,
Like a curse
I'll let them flow now
Let them slide down my cheeks
And rest on my wrists
ElementsFire, burning with untamed rage,Elements9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroying both fool and sage,
Trapping you in flaming cage,
Killing all in the age,
Uncontrolled by any mage.
Water, gently heal,
Away agony does it peel,
Pain and misery away seal,
Flowing in the shimmering teal,
Causing all joy to feel.
Air, sweet peaceful bliss
Blowing with soft kiss,
Calm heart tis,
No more reason for hiss,
Vanishes, an is miss.
Earth, from which all are born,
Under light of might and morn,
Growing treasures are adorn,
Though like all mothers, is worn,
For by all, it is torn.
Ice, the heart take fright,
Stealing all once right,
Friend to villainous spite,
Bring forth panic to new height,
Taking hope from sight.
Lightning, holder of power,
Striking in a hour,
Above the rest tower,
Even metal cower,
Souls turn sour.
Elements, balance all,
Heeding only nature's call,
Making others so small,
At creation does maul,
But keep us from a fall.
Furret ReportFurret Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Furret (the Long Body pokémon) is a very elusive creature indeed! Found in the long grasslands of Johto were it is usually hiding underground in burrows called 'warrens'. Furret travel these wide grasslands and hunt small Rattata. These mammalian pokémon live in massive group with up to a hundred other Furret and sometimes Sentret.
Furret have a very sleek body, this helps escape from pretty tight places. Not much trainers are able to catch this stealthy pokémon. It doesn't help that it has a lot of powerful moves that will knock any trainer on his back-side! Also, with one ear-piercing call you could have a hundred Furret chasing you!
Trying to catch a Furret may be challenging, so I have personally made a list of techniques:
It sounds strange but you should wear socks over your shoes, this softens your footstep and the vibrations through the earth when your foot hits the ground are less, so Furret can't detect you through vibration sensing.
Disturbed Pledge of AllegianceDisturbed Pledge of Allegiance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pledge allegiance to The Guy
in this entire land of confusion
and to us Disturbed Ones
for which he stands
one nation, under religions
with freedom and understandment
we are survivorsWe are survivorswe are survivors4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We servived, we thrived
And we didn't die
We lived and we laughed
But the past is past
We are stronger than you
We are better than you
We will look down upon you
Because baby, that's what we do.
We are strong
We will strive
We don't hate
And we don't lie
But we can't stand you
Trust me baby, ur hard to stand
Trust me baby we will live
We wont die
We wont back down
Or even cry
We have our strength
We have our pride
We will leave u be
And wait for the day
When gods in our favor
Well that days today
Good by old friend
We beg u fair well
But we have our friendship
And that's something you cant change
Because we are friends forever
And forever it will stay.
Random Redwall tale 3Random Redwall tale 34 years ago in Settings More Like This
Matthias listened intently as Cluny told his story. Matthias tapped his nose thoughtfully. "Hmm, looks like you had a vision, and a very important one."
Cluny took a sip of his water. He was very pale from re-thinking the nightmare. "A vision, but for what and who's the friend? The only friends I have are idiots."
Matthias grabbed Cluny's paw, then started stroking his finger on Cluny's palm. "What are you doing?" Cluny asked confused.
Matthias shook his head gravely. "I learned this from a friend. Looks like there's trouble brewing. Somebeast's going to change, and very violently" Matthias said, letting go of Cluny's paw.
Cluny's eye widened. "W-who?" his voice was shaky. Matthias stood up then walked to his backpack. He took out his scabbard along with the sword of Martin the Warrior.
"I don't know, but whoever it is, he's a member of your species. And... there's a traitor among us" Matthias said, putting his belt on.
Cluny scrambled up on his feet. He quickly put on his cloak. "A tr
Spirits of the Key (Chapter 2)Spirits of the Key (Chapter 2)Spirits of the Key (Chapter 2)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gift of Magic
It has been a day since the Dogoo attack and Omega and I were getting tired of walking, "how long until we find the nearest village Omega" I complained because my feet were getting tired.
"Well it's just a few more minutes until we get to the village so don't worry about us and your feet", Omega said after hearing me complain about my feet.
"Well I hope we can relax after we get to-", but I was cutoff when we heard a rustling in the bushes, then after Omega went to check two armed lizard men jumped out of the bushes and immediately charged at me but I waited at the last second and cut them up with my Keyblade very quickly.
"I haven't fought since when we met."
"You still manage to impress me every time Ben, including yesterday when I discovered that you were-"
"Don't talk about what happened yesterday!"
"Sorry, but can I ask you one thing though?"
"Aren't you getting hot with your hoodie and long trousers?"
"Thanks for asking bec
Spirits of the Key (Chapter 1)Spirits of the Key (Chapter 1)Spirits of the Key (Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Can weak become strong?
As I walked down the road with Omega as the wings of my hoodie it was clear it was getting dark so we decided to find a hill to make a campsite and turn in for the night before we could carry on.
"Omega have you ever studied the life of humans?" I asked him.
"Well I know how humans live," he said.
"Do you have any powers?" I asked him because I wanted to know.
"Well I do have this one," and then he turned himself into a tent so I could sleep peacefully.
I got changed into my pyjamas, went into Omega's tent form, got inside a sleeping bag, said good night to him because he fell asleep and fell asleep after a few minutes but in the morning trouble would be stirring outside the tent.
During the night I had a strange dream, 8 crystals of Light, Darkness, Fire, Water, Thunder, Wind, Earth and Ice appeared and in the middle was a rainbow crystal and I heard a voice.
"You have been chosen as the Elemental Warrior of Lig
Golden Oldie: school 1An older woman, in her early 60's, with a chipper smile is supporting herself on shaking legs and a walker. She has on a light blue top, grey kakis, and a white cardigan. This woman smells of hand soap.Golden Oldie: school 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Her hair is a soft silver color, with white strands. The silver shimmers in the glow of the overhead lights. Her hands were somewhat bony and you could see the veins but they looked soft, like the soft feel of a rabbit's fur. She has that smile that makes you melt, that soft loving grandmotherly smile.
QuaaludesIts when you open your mouth to kiss me that I remember what I know about Quaaludes. The details are all knit up somewhere deep inside a ball of knowledge because I learned about them in fifth grade which seems a little too early in retrospect doesnt it, and since then Ive wrapped whole yards of other strands of knowledge around that ball and whenever I want to remember what I know about Quaaludes I have to unravel the whole thing just to get to it. But its there. One. They make you tired but it is kind of a verbose tired which sinks you into that three-quarters-down state, the cliffs edge of sleep, but refuses to push you over. Two. They are sort of out of fashion so to get them anymore you have to know the right somebody. Three. Hunter S Thompson wrote about them and he is crazy or a genius depending on who you ask but the advocates of the latter say that the foQuaaludes6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
for riley i think i have forgotten how to dreamfor riley2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the last time it happened
i smiled and ran my palms through your hair
sifting out sand and fumbling at the
buried shards of sea glass
that bite at my calloused fingers.
your frothy eyes threaten to drown me
but instead i inhale dopamine and
carefully trace the thin boardwalks
that wrap around your skull
where the hair is missing.
you ask me if i cried
and i said that i
didn’t think i knew
once when i was young
i saw a baby cardinal
huddled and bleeding in the grass.
i watched the ants and the flies skim over the contours
of its closed eyelids
until i scooped it up and held
KillersDo killers dream of oceans -Killers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tucked deep in a cocoon,
spooning their wives
nestled deep in the soft chaos
of their arms?
Do they walk their children
to school, coats neatly
buttoned against strangers,
and take their tiny hands
like wounded birds
in their own,
counting red cars
and clutching bouquets of
daisies for the teacher?
Can they cook chicken soup
like their grandmothers did -
fistfuls of parsley and thyme
to soothe the iron pot,
stirring carrots and potatoes
with the first shift
of autumn's silver maple?
Do they make sandcastles
and leave their footprints
in the middle of July
and count the starfish
that nudge and wink in
the tidepools, their mottled
fingers pointing east?
Or have they only debris -
a life skewed and stretched
beyond human and the
sudden drop of pressure,
a lost companion,
dreading what wells up
from the surface and
sucks them underneath?
GraceHe led on his bed, eyes shut, the dim light creeping through his eyelids. The purple walls were soft with peace as he listened to Jeff Buckley's Grace.Grace4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The nearby lampshade lit the one white wall which reflected around the room like a spectrum cast over the soft purple walls, darkened by shadows.
He thought of how his death would affect the world if he were to choke on chewing gum right then. If he'd been found listening to a tragic masterpiece with dead ears. But then he worried, he was no one. None of this would affect the world around him, so he stopped the thought as soon as he could and returned his attention to the melodic guitar riff of Last Goodbye.
At that his lungs tightened and his stomach contracted as he sprang forth, clenching at his chest in hope for the pain to cease. With a cough the pain began to fade. Legs hanging over the bedside he found himself bent double clutching the space below his rib cage, applying some pressure as to squeeze the pain out.
As his plan slowly
Creationism She took the clay into her hands and rolled it around. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel the imperfections in the little sphere, but she would never think to smooth them out. It was the little things that gave each of her creations character.Creationism4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This particular ball gave way to spiky tips and deep depressions. She held it up and blew on it to speed its drying. When it was ready, she brought out the paints. The low parts became blue and fluid, and the spiky places turned gray. But she didn't stop there. The in between places were painted green and brown, and she came away a little and painted white puffy shapes. And then she waited.
For a long time, nothing happened. Then there was movement, but still she was disappointed. This one didn't glow the way some of her creations did. She moved in for a closer look at the globe. Perhaps she could figure out what had gone wrong.