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The Everlasting WarChapter 1The Everlasting War4 months ago in Settings More Like This
"The Beginning"
Before machine, there was man. The all-creator of their successors, the mechanized copies they always wanted. Man once strived to create machines with emotions, and they did that. They sometimes had their own personalities as well! Well, as it was, long before our story takes place, man held a war with itself, as it always does. But this war wasn't over religion, or politics, or the usual stuff. It was the end, the end of humanity. Resources grew scarce, and unusual diseases ran rampant through the remaining colonies. Man had a dream of colonizing another planet. Of destroying another ecosystem as they had t
Lonely Shadowlonely shadowLonely Shadow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shadow in the corner of the room the tingle along my spine, the feeling of fear when darkness consumes
the space around me, your the sorrow, but only due to the fact that all you've known is sorrow, why cry in the
distance and reseed as a gentle tide, I cut through the shrouded around you and reach out my hand with a gentle
smile, the cold hand which never felt warmth intertwines with mine, I hoist thee off the ground and with a pat
on the shoulder I stand by you when all believe your the evil your just the one who is waiting to be seen.
Ime in the lakeThere once was a little boy who lived with his mother. They lived in a beautiful house on a beautiful lake in a beautiful town.Ime in the lake2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The little boy loved playing with his toys.
And he loved swinging on his swingset.
And he loved running in the yard.
But most of all, he loved playing in the lake.
Every afternoon when he woke up from his nap, he would pester his mother to go down to the lake.
Mommy, Mommy, he said, I wanna go play in the water!
His mother smiled and said, Alright, Sweetie.
And so the mother and the little boy walked down to the lake, where the mother sat in her chair, and the little boy played in the water.
The mother got a
30 Day Challenge Day #6 (see description)Here I stand all alone on a bridge facing death ,30 Day Challenge Day #6 (see description)8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No desire to see home,
As I take my final breaths,
Stare down the masses coming my way,
They must go through me to get to my brethren this day,
Soon they will overrun and they shall regret their advance,
when they feel the power of rage and axe,
It's dances the dance of death,
Many men will fall with each of its steps,
I've no hope to leave this place alive,
Only the desire to gloriously die,
My Blood boils and the hallucinations kick in,
Now let the slaughter begin.
The sky darkens and the air turns cold,
In my hands this axe I hold,
Hold more than a weapon i ho
Epic Type FailsImvu Fails:Epic Type Fails1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Destructos: Oh crap. It's chocolate.
Destructos: I'm going to fall asleep >____>
Equilibrium: >.>
Equilibrium: nuh.
Destructos: Coffee makes me fall asleep @_@
Equilibrium: Monster does me
Equilibrium: if I drink it too fast
Destructos: I never drank it before o.o
Equilibrium: okay that sounded so wrong.
Equilibrium: xD
Equilibrium: -fails-
Destructos: o.o?
Destructos: It did?
Equilibrium: Equilibrium: Monster does me
Destructos: ....OH!
Equilibrium: xD
Destructos: -dramatic pause-
Destructos: I so totally got that >_>
Equilibrium: I realized that after I typed it
Equilibrium: xD
Destructos
InfinagogueInfinagogue7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The church of All is calling me
To witness out of doors
The flight of seagulls hungrily
Exploring distant shores.
Let the squirrels and rabbits lecture
Till the golden calves come home.
All the rest is pure conjecture,
Scribbles from some antique tome.
The church of All is beckoning,
A calling I must heed.
And now the time of reckoning
Is mounting steer and steed.
The fallen trees are pews to me;
Rotting stumps the altar.
Rainclouds serve as liturgy
And birdsong serves as psalter.
The church of All is well above
The highest steeple spire.
Well below the worm thereof
Is preaching to the choir.
Leave dogma to the howling dog
Midnight at the Wishing WellMidnight at the Wishing Well7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midnight at the wishing well,
I dropped a penny in,
Mumbling softly as it fell
And chanting now and then.
Is a penny proper fee
To barter hope from gods below?
Eventide encompassed me,
Ever begging me to know.
Midnight at the wishing well,
I let the nickel fall.
What I wished I dare not tell
Lest the gods refuse my call.
Is a nickel recompense
Enough to purchase shooting stars?
Are dreams aligned with innocence
As Jupiter aligns with Mars?
Midnight at the wishing well,
I heard the quarter drop.
What troubled fates had it to sell
While I was there to shop?
Tumbling down the rabbit hole,
I offered what I had to spare;
Just
Crows Chorus"The wings which flap above my head, the black wings which originate from theCrows Chorus1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
shadows, the crimson eyes made from the driping blood of fallen warriors, they look down
on the world with the caw of warning for the crow's chorus is the last thing you shall
hear then you fall on your back and the world goes black."
MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight1) The books were so poorly written as far as plot and dialogue that they had to have James's group attacking and Charlie in danger from the beginning to have anything to work with.MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
2) While I have "inserted" myself into books I have read, it was generally because I fell in love with a well created character or world. Not because I wanted to have sex with Michelangelo's David.
3) After reading Meyer's books I checked the web for outcry by the same people who criticized Rowling for using the occult, and I couldn't find it. To me that's crazy as vampires are part of the occult.
4) Crazily enough if you think about it, Meyer's books are worse
Circus de Realm: ACT IThe first act of tonight eventsCircus de Realm: ACT I2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sending you to futures from presents
The woman with no sight, no eyes
Will curl a smile an unveil surprise
Step up step up may we have a volunteer
To view your mysteries crystal clear
Any one raise a hand
Yes come on up young man
My good sir sit here wait
The company of miss scarlet Fate
Slowly a woman with hollowed sockets
In her wrinkled hand a silver locket
Sits across from the young kid
Across the velvet chair her back slid
She began to let words pour from her lips
What capsule of time does wish to unzip
His words shaking something furious
The crowd watched intently curious
What shall beco
UNDERSTANDAND UNLIKE YOU I UNDERSTAND WHAT MY DEATH WILL MEAN,UNDERSTAND2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you say I have nothing to say for the lack of age,
but I haven seen what such life will bring,
And those whom grip death shall not fear,
but unlike you I have seen this dream,
and it is a bigger fear to have left nothing behind,
then to have lost something with in such a life.
SleepSleep4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You there, lying
In your bed,
Hear me whisper
In your head,
You know who I am, you see;
You lie awake dreading me.
Half-dreams roll
In lazy waves,
Waking your thoughts
From their graves.
Time is ticking, ticking by,
You want to sleep. You can't, but why?
Close your eyes, sweets,
Listen here;
Feel my breath
Upon your ear.
I say to you that you're mine,
That you'll be for all of time.
Tick
Tock
Murmur, clock
Tick, and chase our time amok.
Feel me lying
Next to you;
Please stop crying,
I love you.
Sandman, I am; I am time,
Keeping you here with my rhyme.
Never leave me,
Darling, stay,
Be here forever,
If you may.
The Mask7 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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