The Battlefield of LoveSwords clash with a deafening ring
And men fall, looking to the skies above
While a chorus of pained, dying cries sing
And the crows begin their feasting thereof
On this, the battlefield of love.
Fathers, brothers and sons in blood are gone,
Fallen prey to the steely weapons of the enemy.
No more will they rise with the grey dawn,
Never more will they their families see;
For here they fell, on the battlefield of love.
The leader, above his white army standing,
Wanders his eye over the crimson struggle.
In grief his heart wails to see his men dying,
Their lifeblood pour and life-force crumble.
He watches, helpless above the battlefield of love.
A shining helm he wears, a gift from his royal father,
And on his hip, the straight sword of a true prince.
In his clothes, near his heart, lies a hidden favor,
Given in promise by a lady fair, her love to evince.
This he remembers, above the battlefield of love.
He flinches in memory of their last fateful night
When her father snatched her from
StagesGrief is not something you can just "deal with." It hitches in your throat. Spreads its cold fingers over your skin and doesn't let go. Takes a hold of you that's so strong, you shake and tremble but can't get free. Tears are no comfort. All they do is leave you exhausted. All you can do, in the end, is moan and scream until your voice is gone and your heart is cold. Dead in all but reality.Stages3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
That's stage 1.
Grief has a way of chilling you so much that you get too numb to feel anything. You become a zombie, going through your life as if it's all just a routine: meaningless. The only reason you do it is so that, at the end of the day, you can shut yourself off and scream. And no one will care because you have no obligations. You shun everyone close to you because every kind word and every troubled look is either pity or arrogance. You don't need their help. And they're arrogant if they think they can understand. Or help.
That's stage 2.
Grief festers. It rots you from the
I Will Love YouI remember that you and I loved each other once,I Will Love You3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But oh, that fateful day… I've cried forever since.
You wounded me with a stab mortally deep,
And yet, I will love you, even in eternal sleep.
The gaping wound you left has failed to heal;
It plagues me with a pain I'll never cease to feel.
But I remember the green days of warmth and sun,
And am reminded that my love will ne'er be done.
Even in the deepest, darkest shadows of the night,
I will remember you as a white shining knight.
With that memory of you, my hope will restore,
And a bright faith will renew my love forevermore.
But even though you're my white knight no more,
And have turned black by opening that fatal door,
Even when your clothes have been soaked in blood,
I can see your true face, now buried 'neath evil's flood.
So when the last crimson tears have been cried
And the many innocent souls you "freed" have sighed;
When 666 shades of red are all that color the dawn,
Even then will my undying love live on and on and on.
I remain true.Mini vici noxI remain true.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mini vici obscura
Et mini parta
Miti amplexus lux
Mini mane iterum
In lumen sol
Ego manere verum
DrowningDrowning in misery,Drowning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm suddenly struck by depression
down in the depths of sorrow and guilt,
unable to forget or let go.
falling, groping into the darkness,
a demon waiting at the bottom
Unable to breathe, I can only die.
Drowning without you,
so far gone I can't remember your voice
It hurts, damnit, it hurts!
I can't see, but I can hear your laugh
Drowning, I reach out,
but you're too far away
No longer in contact, I feel it's been forever.
Unable to talk will we ever again?
Drowning, the fear choking me
you are my air, my dear.
Don't forget me, don't let go,
my eyes strain to see your face.
Drowning, I'm so cold
bones and blood tingling,
ice shimmering over my eyes
You're the only one who can warm my heart.
Pain.It's at times like these, when I'm surrounded by violence and conflict, that I wish everything we feel could be translated to mere physical pain. I wish that ache and sting and throb doesn't come from fickle emotions and betrayed relationships. Oh, that the weapons were mere swords or bullets, sheer force of will and strength of arm! But no. Instead, they are words, thoughts, feelings – things that tear and shred, wounding deeper than you can imagine, deeper still than anything made of substance…Pain.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No. Those wounds injure things not so easily mended…
Before they happen, when you are still naïve, they seem like slight trifles, insignificant fears that can surely never come to pass. But when they do, you gasp at their strength and ferocity, and you cry from the sting - no, the agony - of the pain they inflict. You are never the same, ever again. They change you without permission, leaving you slightly bitterer and a little more despairing, ch
VacancyLife has kept goingVacancy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without your presence in it
On the outside
It all seems the same
But inside me
There is a vacancy
A room meant just for you
Letting my thoughts wander
They travel past your room
And I can only think
A single phrase
Tu me manques
I miss you
The DancerNo sound do her feet makeThe Dancer3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor are her hands empty
As she treads on the polished, springy floor.
Ever her toes and ankles ache,
And her knees hurt already –
They pay the price for her dreams to soar.
She turns the music on,
The piano plays with emotion,
And she becomes like a river's cold, clear water:
Fluidity, her slender arms don,
Her eyes blue as the ocean,
She begins her dance without a single totter.
Limbs begin to move in time,
Feet start their soft thumping,
Her whole body writhes in molten movement,
Her weaving and winding, sublime.
On each crescendo jumping,
And every moment whirling, she embodies lament.
She reaches out to an unknown,
But pulls back and crumbles.
From the motionless heap comes a little cry –
Up looks a teary face of stone,
A mix of genuine and scumble;
For she dances to escape, to run away, to fly.
Spins, twists and she's off balance,
But still moving, so painfully.
Aches in her hard muscles and willowy limbs
Make her wince in her stance,
And dance all the mo
Put it on: 1Chapter 1Put it on: 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Put on the suit..” Steve said for the 4th time as if it was going to make me want to, but in truth hearing him say it so many times was starting to seriously piss me off even if I kept a calm front. I opened his mouth as to lay out a reply when my words were interrupted, cut off, by a crash and a rumbling that shook the whole ship causing me and Steve to stumble, we would have fallen to our knees if we were not forced to hold on to each other. Captain America and I looked at each other, not even for a second before he repeated, “Put on the suit.” with more urgency this time that it left me no room for argument.
We both rushed down the hall and when I felt myself stumble he made a point a point to catch me. I noticed that sometimes his hold lasted slightly longer then necessary, but I found no reason, nor time, to think odd of it, though I may come to question those lingering touches later
This man.. what is it about him? Maybe it’s
Talking to YourselfWind drove snow over the trees with such force they seemed to step into the distance. The whiteness in the air covered everything until it was as faded as an old scent trail after a rainstorm. The snow was already deep enough to suck in a man’s leg past the knee if he wasn’t wearing snowshoes, but the figure trudging through it was no longer a man.Talking to Yourself3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prankster wendigo had given up on snowshoes long ago in favor of simpler footwear. The straps challenged the clumsy fingers of his stolen human body, and he could never figure out how to move in them without tripping. He lurched onward with the tenacity of a wolverine gnawing through an inch of deer skull to get the gooey treat in the center. The pain in his stomach howled to his feet. He gave little thought to their control. His mind was focused on making the most of sensory information diminished by the storm. Sounds and smells were difficult to pinpoint. He almost felt as if the wind were a rival, come to mask the trails of pr
DarkTo be called a child of the dark Dark3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One of pure shadow and no spark
Is an honor of the highest order.
It means I have reached my goal:
I've sown and reaped my crop of disorder.
Those who don't understand me,
They who hunt me down cruelly,
Miss the delight I take in my work.
That sweet taste of blood and victory,
On my tongue I shiver with a smirk.
Even I don't see how far I've fallen,
And now I'm lost in insanity's fen.
For to be this lost in the black,
You must be ready to fail or die,
And your aching thirst mustn't slack.
Your goal must be strong and true
But not of the kind that poets coo.
No, its purpose must lead you down
A road of blood, revenge and depravity.
Take care, though, for you may drown.
The lake of Immorality doesn't allow
Just anyone to swim; few does it avow.
Your steps must be steady and sure,
And the path you walk all yours
No one else may fall prey to its allure.
You must have wholly wrathful eyes
And a gruesomely grinn
PoisonThere’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,Poison3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…
Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…
The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…
Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal disease
isn’t visible, nor recognized with ease…
Painful? Certainly. Serious? Yes. Deadly? Aye.
But completely hidden from the human eye.
Outside I’m calm, composed, but fake,
the true illness lying buried but awake…
A toxic poison slowly spreading to its goal,
eating, chipping away at my blackening soul,
and my weak, fluttering
Nine LivesI. He was a babe, mewling raw into the world. His surroundings were so bright he had to screw his eyes shut. She hovered over him, protective and apprehensive and fiercely happy at the same time.Nine Lives5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning," she said. The sunlight streamed brightly into the room, but he opened his eyes and looked at her thick blond hair spilling over his chest and felt her bare legs sliding next to his under the crumpled blankets, and he saw that she was brighter still.
"Good morning," he said, leaning over to kiss her pretty mouth. He could feel her lips smiling against his, and she held his hand even as he climbed out of bed to head to the shower.
She said, "You were muttering in your sleep."
He said, "Oh, I was just dreaming about my past lives."
II. He was a refugee, hiding inside a box that was his only defense against the rain falling down in sheets. He curled into a ball to keep himself warm, and watched legs go by, uncaring.
As they walked to school, it began t
Shadows Chapter 1Shadows Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I yawned as the hour hand struck twelve. My body yearned for sleep, but my mind was determined to finish my homework.
Well it wouldn't hurt if I just put my head down, would it? No of course not. I folded my arms and laid my tired head on the make-shift pillow. My eyelids felt heavy and it was not long before they covered my dark blue eyes.
He was there, like he always is. This time the boy/man that I always dream of was sitting on a bench reading a book. I sat down beside him and touched his arm. His violet eyes looked at me and he smiled. He put his book down beside him and cupped my face.
"My dear sweet, Arianna, something bad is coming. I can feel it. Be ready for the worst." He warned just like he did in my last dream. The only difference was that instead of him being around my age he was a man probably in his thirties and we were in a forest.
"What do you mean?" I asked wanting to know what could be so bad. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"Goodbye." He said simply.
The Silent SufferersMany people out there treat them badly.The Silent Sufferers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many people viciously murdering them.
It's a waste, you know,
'Cause they love you no matter what
No matter what you wear,
No matter the amount of money in your pocket,
No matter how beautiful you are,
No matter if you have any neurological disorders,
You could be the poorest and most hopeless person in the world and they will still love you.
These beings are animals,
God's gift to this selfish, messed up world.
You know about those poor puppies thrown in dumpsters?
Abused by those ignorant, sick and twisted people that don't have a word to describe how awful they are!
(You know who you are!)
It's stuck there, scarred on both the inside and outside,
Left to rot and suffer.
It sits there, death slowly overpowering its life,
Wondering what it did to deserve this.
Millions of dogs and cats are put to sleep, you know.
That wouldn't happen,
There might not even be animal shelters,
If we all actually gave a damn!
If we all loved them
ScribeNothing was, for nothing was written. Beings came and went, yet lived not, and nothing was anything, for names could not stick to the fabric of history. At first, all who existed were content with the transient nature of their lives, but soon there came a time when the desire to remain, to endure, burned bright within the hearts of all creatures. While they lived their temporary lives and searched for a way to weave them permanently into the tapestry of the world, the gods and goddesses responsible for that world watched them closely. Closely, that is, unless necessity turned their focus to each other.Scribe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are certain of this?" Ra clicked his beak in agitation, and he gripped the arms of his throne to keep from raking his fingers through his plumage. He fixed his golden eyes on the dark muzzle of his messenger.
"I am," came the curt reply of Anubis. His voice never wavered, but the way his ears lay flat against his narrow skull betrayed his unease. Ra made note of it with
The Chase: Chapter 1The Chase: Chapter 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Nightmares and Reality
“You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.” ~Megan Chance, The Spiritualist
He was running again. Blurs of brown and orange fly past, as uneven footfalls desperately try to maneuver their way over fallen wood and roots. His breath comes out in fierce puffs, painfully scrapping its way through his exhausted lungs; his veins were now harboring pure adrenaline.
He could hear the pounding of his own frantic heartbeat banging around in his skull, uneven and flustered. How long had it been? A few minutes? Hours? Days? He couldn't tell; all that he knew was that if he stopped, he would cease to be. Behind he could hear the guttural sounds of the beast, the monster that plagued his very existence, his very being.
He was closer now, than he was only a few moments ago. Where had this new burst of energy come from? He continu
Stone StatueA tear streaks her face –Stone Statue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A face of hard stone,
A heart of raw, bitter hurt
Still roiling because of the
Knowledge of hurts long past.
Feelings long suppressed,
Anger forever held back,
Tears forbidden to fall,
Weakness is her enemy.
But emotions are wildly strong…
Like a raging, wild-eyed stallion,
Or a tsunami – wild, unstoppable:
Once set free, untamable.
So she boxes them up
And makes herself forget.
The gilt corner of a frame,
A saccharine black rose,
Those smirking, jeering eyes…
A gold masked horse,
A pink striped box,
His sweet, laughing voice…
A green stiletto,
A rocky beach,
His dear, beautiful face…
She's losing her mind.
BUT… she succeeds, regains control.
Her insanity is put in chains,
But… not destroyed…
She smiles and laughs,
Speaks about herself…
But no one really knows her.
She trusts very, very few.
No one may see the chaos within.
THIS is why she can't think about it!
THIS is why she can't let herself remember!
Because all she can see…
At the end of that tunnel…
Accolade to the FallenTrumpets trilled with triumphant soundAccolade to the Fallen3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kissing victory's crimson feet,
Silence whispered a lullaby
Lulling children of defeat.
No field under the Tuscan sun
Held a solitary rose,
Nor poet, nor artist, nor sage
In poetry or prose.
Now forever imprisoned 'neath
His'try's eternal frown,
What purpose possessed the fallen,
Save bearing the victor's crown?
ShatteredI Walk The Lonely Streets Everyday,Shattered3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying To Understand,
What Has Happened As Of Late.
In The Past Few Weeks,
I've Had My Heart Stained,
On Day One,
Of Week One,
I Had Set My Eyes On A Path.
A Path To Make You Happy,
A Path In Which,
He Had Never,
And Would Never,
Take You On.
And By Doing Everything In My Power,
I Rescued Your heart,
Slashed His In Two,
And Stained Mine,
From The Actions I Thought,
I Would Never Ccommit.
And Still To This Day,
I've Been Walking In The Rain,
Cleansing My Heart.
And Like He Should Have,
I Treated You With Respect,
And Above All Else,
I Shared With You My Treasures,
And You Soon Became One Of Mine.
You Shined While Wearing But A Few,
And It Made Me Feel,
Like The Luckiest Man In The World.
No, The Universe.
And When I Reflect Back On Those Moments,
Walking Past All The Stores We Shopped At,
I Would Snicker, Chuckle,
I'd Think Of Last Night...
You Threw All
Not A WeaknessIt had been a week since Peter Parker had been found on the doorstep of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, bundled up in a blanket and sleeping soundly. He must have been left there sometime during the night, but why, or by whom, was quite unknown - only a small note, tucked up within the baby’s tiny first, offered any kind of explanation to his abandonment. ‘Peter Parker. This boy is special – please look after him’ was all that it read. Immediately after he was determined not to be a threat, the baby boy had been taken in, and on Director Fury’s orders, had be placed under the care of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents who were to raise him as one of their own…Not A Weakness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I’ve had enough!”
The door to the nursery slammed open, the impact nearly tearing the wood from its hinges as it struck back against the wall. Clint Barton caught it just as it began to swing back, holding it open just long enough for a red-haired woman to storm out, before closi
You Came BackIt wasn’t often that Dean Winchester, renowned demon slayer, was caught off guard – all of his life, he had been brought up to expect the unexpected, face evils which had never before been crossed. He had carried out supernatural rituals, battled thousands of demons and killed countless foes - he’d even been to Hell and back, and yet he’d never once let his guard down. Not until now.You Came Back3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was October 2nd, and though he had tried to forget it, Dean could not rid his mind of the terrible memories which haunted this day. It had been exactly a year since they had lost Castiel, and not a single moment had gone by where they did not miss the guardian angel who they had come to see as one of their own. Dean had been hit particularly hard by Castiel’s death, it seemed, and on this night, had resorted to the intoxicating taste of cheap alcohol to numb his mind, and help him forget. But that was not the only thing it made him forget... staggering along the dimly-
YouI am lost in time,You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost in space,
But found and safe
in Your close embrace.
I didn't know where to go,
or where to turn…
But You sought me
and pursued me,
waiting for me to return.
For I am nothing,
nothing at all,
just an empty shell…
And then here You are
by my side,
all hopelessness in me to quell.
You are my one true love –
the One that will ne'er forsake,
No! Never reject
nor make a mistake
In loving me.
Even though I am little and weak,
You seem to see it fit to speak
Love and hope and peace
In my ears
and promise never to cease
As long as I am here,
until I am filled to the brim
And that will never change.
For, even a whim,
A momentary distraction
Will never kill my utter dependency,
even by a tiny fraction!
So I thank you with the only way I know how –
Through the simple, inadequate words,
"I love you!"