The pharaoh's servantAtem walked down the halls of his Place. He was rubbing his temples in stress. All day he had listen to people about arguments, sometimes they were arguing for the most stupid things, then he had to sentence 16 people to death and the other 24 to lesser punishments. 10 were now slaves, 7 had some body part cut off, and the other 7 were to spend some time in one of his many prisons. After that whole ordeal there were council meetings, various meetings with several of the priest. Seth had badgered him about getting married sometime soon, but with all this shit he has to do how can he even look at a women let alone speak to her before being swept away by one of his many priest. Atem sighed, lately it seem that all of his problems just piled on top of one another. Atem keep walking mostly because he knew Vivian would be waiting for him in front of his room. Atem didn't hate the women it was that she was a total what do you call it? A total pain in the behind, whenever she was around him shThe pharaoh's servant2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
MasksMasks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a circus.
full of tightrope walkers
filled with the art of illusions--
the likes of which you've never seen.
(Not that if you did, it's
Anything you'd recognize.)
I am your magician and ring master this
evening. I can show you all my tricks.
But unlike common magic,
You will never
have the sense
to figure them out.
I am trained, you see, in an uncommon form of art, the art
What you see,
is not what is.
Or perhaps it is,
you'll never guess.
In my show there are six
the Novelty Acts'
Not to worry, this
From its wits
is far higher than yours is.
But not to worry,
he doesn't understand even the simplest.
Next on stage is
Designed with the keen ability to do everything at once
and to keep you focused
on her ability not to drop things,
and her perfect
image of keeping everything in its place
(Though she's handling multiple things
and actually isn't
The Raven PrinceYugi limped home from school late one afternoon. Ushio and his goons had ganged up on him againThe Raven Prince2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yugi winced as his leg complained underneath him, he didn't understand why they hated him so much. He hadn't done anything to them Yugi sniffed as he turned into the park, not wanting to go home to the empty house, Grandpa had passed away a few months ago, Yugi was being watched over by a guardian who would check in on him every other month. But that guardian was the Father of the bullies. Yugi was so lonely.
The woods were always calming for Yugi, especially now, even though he was in the middle of a large city the woods drowned out any sound and let Yugi be wherever he imagined to be.
Yugi hissed as he sat on a tree stump by a small pond, the pond had a mossed over statue of a frog sitting on a toadstool. It used to spray water from its grey mouth but no more, the pond often dried up in summer droughts, so there wasn't much life living in the waters.
Yugi looked into the water
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 Twilight2 years 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 because Rowling's was not suggesting that humans should mate with the occult monsters simply because they are beautiful and smell good.
5) It is entirely sexual attraction from appearance and smell, and lacks substance. It is for this reason that I do not consider it a love story.
6) I have found mention that critics are saying that Twilight is horro
The Old Withered WillowThere once was an old withered willow by a babbling brookThe Old Withered Willow3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That stood tall and proud while the grasses shivered and shook.
His gnarled old bark and his branches, most broken,
His ancient old eyes, Oh, the tales that were spoken!
Stories and legends all long forgotten.
Through many storms, through sand, sleet, and snow,
Through fires and floods, through all stood the willow.
Squirrels built their larder beneath his ting-tangled roots
And birds bore their young high in his green leafy shoots.
Ne'er to be trampled by ignorant boots.
But the old withered willow grew lonely and tired--
For company, for friends, his gnarled roots aspired!
So sang the old willow a gentle old tune
Of mystery, magic, and the giant stone rune
Upon which his sight alighted as a wand'ring sapling.
"Tall tales and gobbledygook!" cried the sly, sibilant crows,
"All lies and lore full of falsehood!" whispered the vigilant does.
But still sang the old withered willow of the truth that he knew,
Because on one
Gaara and Kakashi - AwayGaara and Kakashi - Away5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This is a story about Gaara & Kakashi -- Not Yaoi
Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto. The people in this story are owned by Masashi Kishimoto and therefore not me. Thank you for reading.
Cold am I
I'm beside myself
Because there's no one else
He stared up at the bloodred sun. Red like his hair. Red like his lips. Red like his heart. And red like his seal.
It's always hot in Sunagakure. And the sun always shines. But for some reason, he's always cold. Like the sand's protecting him from infuriating heat. Or perhaps he's just so cold-blooded that he just can't feel heat.
The 10-year-old bijuu from Suna shlepped his feet along the hot gravel of the Village. People on the streets gave him evil looks and dirty glances. Children pointed at him with scared eyes and ran away quickly before he could harm them. Older people tried their best to stay out of his neighbourhood and when his siblings saw him coming, they went the other way.
He clenched his hand on his little p
The Waxen LullabyFarewell to leaning fortress grey,The Waxen Lullaby1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your bower walls are winding trees.
Crowns aflame with breaking day,
A-tremble in the breeze.
Send your wandrings to the sky,
Set your mantle shining bright,
Outrun the blood-red eventide
Outshine the stars at night.
Let your weary steps be swayed
Far from your hearth, far from your home.
Life and longing now forbade
When to the witchs realm you roam.
Be wary, fear the cursed gaze
Weathered face and eye of stone,
Embers in the ashes blaze,
And you are waxen to the bone.
No weary falling of the limb!
No sight to see the sunrise dim!
No touch to feel the fallen snow!
Afar afar afar you go!
And you are waxen to the bone.
Brighid InvocationBrighid Invocation4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From in my heart a light is born,
A fire pure and bright,
As now I stand before your gaze,
Hail Brighid, Lady Knight.
Your armour silver as the moon,
Your hair a fiery red,
Your smile of warmth and kind intent,
Your light upon me shed.
As Maiden you have come to me,
A lover's silk embrace,
As Mother you encouraged me,
With care and noble grace.
As Crone you have enlightened me,
Your wisdom and your truth,
My life you've always walked with me,
This day as in my youth.
So here I am, a humble soul,
A son of Hunter Herne,
I wish to serve you Lady Knight,
From sun to lunar's turn.
Bless me with your guiding light,
In all I do for thee,
Protect my kin by faith or blood,
Neath ancient rule of three.
Oh Brighid, Lady of the Lake,
Oh Goddess of the Moon,
Oh Priestess of the Ancient Ways,
Your leave you must take soon.
I thank you for your time with me,
As end comes to my prayer,
Yet light within my heart remains,
In knowing you are there.
© Vandrake Druidstone
maskShe laughs because she can't cry.mask9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing what harm it does.
So she wears a mask,
That could best the jester's
With a smile carefully put in place,
She walks about her day
Under that mask a small girl cries.
Lost and lonely and ready to die
Huddled in a corner in the only light.
She watches the shadows,
as they creep closer.
She holds her hope,
In a silver locket that once was gold.
Clings to it in vain faith,
That one day she will be able to run from the shadows.
Knowing that it will never come true .
She watches over me and you.
Looking through the eyes of that smiling girl you see.
She laughs but with tears in her eyes.
So she closes her eyes when ever she laughs,
So no one can see,
what lays hidden underneath .
look closely next time you watch her laugh.
And look for the tears.
It's like looking through crystal glass.
So painfully obviously,
That you chose to look away,
And look only upon the smiling girl you love.
MeanderingHardly a mountain, though on lowering days its head sits wreathedMeandering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the mists of a passing front, aged and befogged as bygone elders
Doddering about before there were names for the malaise
That hazed their thinking
And from this modest crown there slouched and sloped
A long shoulder, meandering down to meadows below
Pausing now and again to coddle a pleasant hollow
Casting a sloping pitch enough to rush a torrent
After a sudden shower
Its glint and glimmer burble among the stones
To join a rill and plash and swirl and putter about a root
It's there I'm apt to wander
Not much of a path, hard passed and thorny
As twisted and narrow as the thoughts of bigoted men
Treading there finds stern resistance and stones to turn the foot
The clatter and crunch of brittle leaf acorns pop and skitter
A plenteous crop, beyond the appetite of wild things at forage
Leathery husks abound, pignut hickory the ebon stains of walnut
On taking pause the quiet lay, a
MasqueradeMasquerade4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Welcome to the glamorous ball room
The midnight dance of the ages
Only ending when a deadly fire rages
Dressed in a Silver dress
Cloaked by a pure black sky
At the Masquerade ball
You prepare to die
The Nightmares, the visions of a Mysterious guy
Handing you one black rose
When the Golden moon hangs in the sky
Are you ready to die?
He is as pale as snow
Yet he loves her so
They Tango they Waltz
Until Deaf defying screams intrude
It's time to die
There is No escape from your fate
Like you're a sheep trapped by a gate
The fire starts to consume She is trapped in the room
No soul is left alive
On this tragic night
Her Dreams became reality
His Nightmares surfaced
The string that holds her life breaks
An Into his heart drives a stake
Now again he must wait
Still demoralized by her fate
And you call me a bitch..Did you know that your voice gives me headaches?And you call me a bitch..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't even have to be screaming anymore,
the simple familiar sound pierces right through me,right where it hurts..
I used to be so afraid of becoming you
And you tell me you know what I'm going through all too well
When really,we are so different,we don't even belong in the same room
Now I'm thankful for my own kind of crazy
Because yours would be hell,and then some
Though,I think watching you hurts more than that ever could
And you don't seem to mind hurting people
Not at all,by the way you hand out punches and insults
Sometimes I wonder how the hell I was ever born
Even my safe places and thoughts don't feel so safe anymore
They won't ever again,not with your prying eyes and listening ears
I have to plan my moves months in advance
I know tomorrow you'll act like nothing ever happened
But mother dearest,I don't ever forget
And lately,I'm finding it increasingly harder to forgive
The Masquerade BallThe Masquerade Ball5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live inside the masquerade ball.
We have masks and cloaks and gowns,
And we hide our true selves from us all.
The ones with the large masks are the belles of the ball.
Their lies and untruths contribute to the mask,
And love is the conspirator to them all.
There's many a beautiful sight at the ball.
Women in gowns and men in their disguises.
But there is one girl that would astound them all.
The girl wore a plain white dress to the ball.
Noone knew who she was, with her wide lower lip,
and the thin upper one, and the strong chin which pleased them all.
She had a beautiful mask for the ball.
It was colorful, intricate and sparkled in the light,
But what she would do with it astounded them all.
She wanted to meet the prince of the ball.
He wore a plain black cloak and suit.
And had jade eyes that shone above all.
He had seen the girl at the masquerade ball.
He was smitten with her for a time.
He had seen a plainer girl who had been alone, and took her above all.
The girl was too l
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 lake3 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 sunburn.
The next day, the little boy awoke from his nap.
Running downstairs, he cried, Mommy, Mommy, I wanna go play in the water!
The mother said, Not today, Sweetie.
The little boy pleaded, Please, Mommy, please! I wanna go play in the water!
Giving in, the mother said, Alright, Sweetie.
And so they went down to the lake, where the mother sat in her cha
UNDERSTANDAND UNLIKE YOU I UNDERSTAND WHAT MY DEATH WILL MEAN,UNDERSTAND3 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.
Wear a maskI wear a maskWear a mask5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It hides my eyes
It hides my lips
What I feel inside
It lies, to everyone and to me
It grins when I am mad
And it sobs when I am happy
And laughs when I am sad
I wear the mask that grins and lies
It shows a false face a false side
It is the only thing that holds me together
It is the only place I can hide
So may people
Wonder what I feel
I only hide because
I have wounds that just wont heal
Pains from long ago
Scars that mar me
Cuts and scrapes that make me bleed
Lies that blind me so I cant see
Feeling that I bottle inside
Shedding tears behind
The mask that covers me
So no one can find
What I am inside
What I feel inside
What I do inside
What I think inside
I whisper things
Half-truths and lies
So many fibs just so I can
Shade my eyes
I wont let anyone
See what I feel
What I think
They cant know what is real
I will hide myself away
So that no one will see
The ugly, other side,
The weeping other side of me
The Mare of Your Dreams - Chapter 1The Mare of Your Dreams - Chapter 18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Being the newly back in service Princess of the Night is hard. Luna was having a really stressful time trying to learn the new ways. Lots of things had changed in the last one thousand years, and she was still not used to some of them. Luckily for her subjects’ ears, she had learnt how to talk in a decent volume, although the use of ancient expressions was proving to be something she wouldn’t change anytime soon.
“We don’t get this, dear sister.”
Celestia raised her royal head from the soft silk pillow it was resting on. “Luna… it’s… very late, I have to raise the sun tomorrow… What do you want?”
Although it was true that before Luna got back from her imprisonment, and back to her good-natured former self, Celestia had to raise and set both sun and moon. She was getting used to the well deserved rest.
But, as most nights, she was awake in the middle of the night by her sister, in order to answer a certain question abo
Birth of the Rui'syai Lance (Parts 1-4)Part 1Birth of the Rui'syai Lance (Parts 1-4)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They were all aboard the Phantom, which was making its way back to the base camp. The Ultra, by the name of Iska 'Uhtalai, had dosed off. The minors that were under his command were holding a conversation about their new commander.
"What do you think of this Ultra?" Voro 'Tiranee asked. "I think he is decent at commanding, but I think he could improve" Naal 'Ytrosee answered. "Anyone has room for improvement, Naal" Voro said. "Anyway, he means well." "Like you, Voro?" Naal asked while trying to hold back his laughter. "It's not like you didn't fall asleep while, Iska had ordered you to help keep watch."
The Phantom then stopped, jolting Iska awake. "Huh, back already?" Iska asked without expecting a reply. Then he heard an announcement which answered his question: "We have arrived at base camp. Please depart the Phantom." Iska, Naal, and Voro climbed out of the Phantom. The pilot and the turret gunner followed.
Iska had met the pilot before, many missions ago. His name was Rako
DreamscapeShe paced these cracked sidewalksDreamscape5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With ultra-violet wisps of hair
Swirling and twisting across her eyes
In the chilling winter air.
Her gaze was fixed on the passing lines
Of these old city's streets like glue.
Her mind bounced from one thought to another,
But seemed to be stuck on you.
She had no destination, no fate,
No company to keep her warm.
And yet she continued walking along
Through this frigid winter storm.
The sounds of pink and orange rain
Splashed on the concrete like tears she never shed.
The whipping wind whispered yellow secrets;
The words she never said.
Holding herself tightly as she could,
To the end of the earth she planned to stray,
Until a loving stranger's hand lifted her gaze
On a brisk December day.
She gazed long into his eyes,
Dazzled by their color, so unlike the dismal ground.
She became entranced
In green and orange starbursts of light until she found
Herself walking hand in hand with this man
Away from clouds to a clear city view.
He turned her to face him
The Room - Part 1The Room - Part 17 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“No Miss Note, my answer to your request remains the same as the last thirteen times. I do not like the idea of you mounting the degrading den you are trying to establish, and I will not lend you money, nor recommend you any place to do it. It is true that your parents are very dear and important to me, but no matter what you or they say, I will not change my mind.”
“C’mon Tavi! Loosen up! And please, really, drop the ‘Miss Note’ already. I told you to call me Vinyl Scratch, when I’m not on stage, and DJ PON-3 when I’m on it. It’s not that hard.”
“I will not do something as crude and meaningless as using a name you chose for yourself, as opposed to your real name, Miss Note. And regarding the Miss… We are merely acquaintances, you can not expect a refined lady like me, well versed in the art of manners, to call you in an informal way just like that. It would take months of knowing each other, just for me to
Milky Moonlight - SamhainFire, dances blithely tallMilky Moonlight - Samhain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Water, brought to wisely stall
Earth, under frenetic footfall
Air, carries Thee our call
The circle in lit
So it was writ
Hands twined with thee
So mote it be
Blessings thrice made
Chill wind doth blow
Deasil we go
Full lips smile
Birds in bough
Warm soft rains
Mind doth smart
Sweet lark sings
Tisane of rosehips
Evening chill nips
Sweet mints grow
Round we go
Dance the night
Found our home
In the Goddess arms
Safe from harm
griefa boy in a black suitgrief7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hair slicked back for the day
knelt in a cold floored room
his lower eyelashes seemed
lustful for gravity
by the dripping
dust painted a beam of light
from a high window
across the streams
down his face
the stone was hard
making his knees sore
through the thin pants
but discomfort of the body
was ashes to him
and the only comfort for his body
was ashes as well
a beautiful urn
ornamental and wondrous
and he could not help but to laugh
oh what a mockery of the beauty that once was!
that beauty kept him alive
now it was gone
and he had nothing
nothing but an urn to visit
on a strangers mantel
surely his childhood
the years masked by an infantile memory
hid in their folds the outrage committed
for a dagger with barbs so wicked and ornamental
could be naught but retribution for sins long forgotten
like the ache in his knees
"i would bear this burden if my beauty were here
but the only thing to keep me alive has been taken away