Black, White, and Red.You watched me melt into a dark surface.Black, White, and Red.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black paint upon the skies,
Stars sprinkled among the canvas.
Moonlight, shining from the corner of your eye.
Atramentous areas surround me.
Fog blankets the land,
Letters written to me in charcoal.
You’ve painted the world,
Bright lights shining in my face.
Bleached eyes, staring back at me.
A world so empty, so dull.
The silver blade sinks into my neck.
I’ve painted my skin,
Upon my doorstep.
Whispers dance among my
Fire burns bright,
Flames upon roses
And causing blisters along our skin.
Warmth melting into our souls.
A knife slices through my flesh,
As blood drips down my shoulders.
You’ve painted my world, black.
I’ve painted my skin, white.
And I've splattered the walls with red.
CoasterCoasterCoaster4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
V'era del vento,
in tutto ciò e nell'ammorbante
Delle rotaie sulla luna
in otto girotondi,
gira volti, facce e
V'era anche dell'Oracolo,
viveva per il domani,
moriva il dì precedente.
E i grigi chiedevan a lui:
"Buon uomo, sa perché siam qui?"
E l'altro che di un buon uomo
manco il sonno deteneva,
"Non c'è risposta o senso nel tuo richiedere"
E ventuno ancor più grigi venivano:
"Buon uomo, sa dove andiam?"
E l'altro che di un buon uomo
manco la morte poteva aspirare,
"Non c'è risposta o senso nel tuo richiedere"
E allor i più grigi rimbrottavano:
"Buon uomo, dica qualcosa"
"Non esistono risposte od Oracoli!"
Rispondeva dileguandosi, senza lasciar traccia
o più miglior ricordo.
Ma lui che di buon uomo
era tutto composto,
non poteva che saper di più
di quel Clank e di quel Clunk.
Death Diary (Entry 42)Death Diary (Entry 42)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right now, I have taken on the form of a child and I am sitting in the belfry of a church. Pigeons are flying in and out as I write this…they sense my presence and are unsure how to respond. This is a common reaction from most animals. It’s getting cold out and the trees are like fireworks, colors of red, yellow, and orange explode all over, raining down their leaves upon the once green grass. Winds blow and the same trees sway and bow under their strength. The nip in the air bites at my face and flaps the hood over my head constantly, forcing me to brush my own hair out of my face as I struggle to stare at the page I’m writing on. Fall is definitely upon me. It’s one of my favorite times of the year.
Forgive me…I felt a bit poetic for a moment and wanted to take a moment to elaborate on the here and now rather than the past. After all, I believe that the present should be our focus. Either way, I am very much enjoying this weather and a
Cicero Tribute: On the HuntAnd if I spy a sitting manCicero Tribute: On the Hunt3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll strike him down
Before he stands
And if I spy a cunning thief
I'll slit his tongue
Before he speaks
And if I spy an eccentric priest
I'll pierce his throat
Before he screams
And if I spy a conjuring mage
I'll expel their familiar
Before it's raised
And if I spy a sweeping maid
I'll steal her sweetroll
Before it's glazed
-recc - capitolo I--recc - capitolo I-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I ivi I
Ξ - a principiO
Ribollivo di una strana carenza. Osservavo il tempo passare con lentezza, mentre tutti continuavano a ripetermi quanto fosse ingiusto, quanto la morte non fosse un gioco, quanto fossero disgraziati. Di tutti questi discorsi, devo dire, la mia mente ha recepito solo pezzi incompleti.
Per lo più mi appariva astruso il rapportare una vita alla sua morte, tanto più che mi sembrava infinito il tempo che mi separava dal giorno del mio collasso. Avevo come la sensazione di scorrere su di un binario diverso, separato rispetto ad altri: da una parte chi conteggiava gli anni di vita e dall'altra la mia singolare situazione.
Tutto era cominciato più o meno dalla mia nascita. Fin dal secondo giorno la nutrice notò un'insolita crescita, un mese dopo avevo sei anni, il mese scorso sessanta. Oggi me ne dareste una ventina.
Ho già visto morire molte persone tra le mie mani... A volte provo un profondo
SolitudineIl sole era alto, la temperatura sfiorava i cinquanta gradi sopra lo zero.Solitudine2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Nel deserto di sabbia dorata che consumava ogni cosa, una figura vestita di stracci e coperta da una cappa - ingrigita e consumata dal tempo - si trascinava da giorni, le sue impronte venivano pian piano cancellate dal vento, cancellate dal tempo, dalla vista, da ogni cosa.
Lei rimaneva da sola, sola con se stessa, con la propria fame, la propria sete, con il caldo e le vertigini, con tutto ciņ che restava di questo nostro mondo, dopo il fallout radioattivo del cataclisma che ha segnato la fine della razza umana.
La sete era insostenibile, sentiva lo stomaco contorcerlesi nelle interiora e si artigliava con la mano destra fasciata quella poca carne rimasta sul suo ventre ormai reso magrissimo dalla carestia, per uccidere i violenti morsi della fame.
«Vi... odio... tutti... »
I suoi occhi cremisi - ormai senza luce - si alzarono in un ultimo impeto di frustrazione mista a rabbia, verso un avampo
The Darkness WithinPit?The Darkness Within2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's full of darkness;
I would know
All the voices in my head
Longing to be truly heard
Or is it just me?
I'm not a stereotype--
I didn't choose this
He couldn't handle
The darkness within.
I'm not the clone;
And he will be all mine.
It's a mask,
And everyone wears it
I have no happiness,
For I am the darkness,
Pure midnight evil.
If I am the clone,
The darkness within,
Then I am completely alone.
Kiss Your Scars GoodbyeAs liquid regret drips down your face,Kiss Your Scars Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day, I promise they will fade into yesterday,
And be erased for the next tomorrow.
Your most frightening nightmares could transform
Into your most glorious daydream.
Remember to say goodbye to your tears,
Because once they leave,
It will be quite a while before they do return.
Darling, lift your sleeves,
And show the world that what was once hidden
Behind fear and lost emotions,
Is now exposed and ready to flee from your
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day…
I promise, they will fade into yesterday…
And be erased into eternal tomorrows.
Three Billy Goats GruffGoats outwit a troll.Three Billy Goats Gruff3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No Man Left Behind part 9KaNack rode Shadowmere at full speed as he led the Dark Brotherhood across the plains of Skyrim. The sound of trampling hooves was the only sound being made at the moment in the safe blanket of twilight. Along with KaNack and Nazir, the four Brotherhood initiates joined them as they rode their horses towards Volunruud.No Man Left Behind part 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kaie, a Breton who was slowly becoming accustomed to using her stealth to approach her prey. Dro'marash, a Khajiit that used his alchemy skills to create poisons for his contracts. His fur was as dark as the Void and red as blood. Vytalas, the Dark Elf who was on the road of becoming a master archer, his ebony bow always being the weapon of choice. Then there was the newest and youngest member Shaleez. A tawny colored Argonian, who just like the Listener, was becoming a master of the arcane arts.
They were still learning, but had proven themselves to become quite efficient at killing. The Listener had no idea how many men there would be hiding out in Volunruud. It could
Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part IThe story of her life wasn't a normal one. For one, she had no idea where she had really come from. She had no idea where - or who - she was, for that matter. All she knew was that she had awoken with a screaming headache on a cart headed for Skyrim. She didn't recognize the people she was with. She barely recognized her own hands, for they were not armored or clean, but bound tight with ropes. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was a girl, a prisoner, and about to die.Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was shockingly calm for a person in her predicament. She couldn't remember why she was a prisoner and bound. She was probably caught crossing the border into Skyrim, even though she hadn't a clue what her crime was. Maybe she stole something without thinking, or crossed the wrong guard. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Did it matter? Really, did it matter?
Her vision unblurred from the light. A horse-drawn carriage with an armed guard was pulling her to her eminent doom. A chill
Alyssa's JourneyRiding on my bike on a Sunday night,Alyssa's Journey1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nowhere 'am standing, there's no worthy fight,
I am only fighting with the beast inside,
I must find a place, to get in, to hide,
There, I see a Tunnel, calling me to dive,
Maybe, If 'am lucky, I will feel alive.
There's no way out, just another fall,
STaring to the mirror, just another Wall
Witches, no magic, I 've not seen before,
Fucking trend of mine, rotten to the core!!!
Suddenly, I'm lost inside a foggy light,
No, I'm not crying, it's your fairy sight,
Maybe I am dreaming...of another Life.
Y' Arrived a moment out of Time,
I saw you STanding
On the Wall,
Come surprise me,
Come and Love,
Life is stolen
And I fall,
Please, Don't Trick Me, I'm Alone!
Don't deny me, Kill this trend,
Tears and dance, A weird blend,
A strange journey inside...
It's not my chance; We're back in Time!
I'll return another night!!!
DepressionI feel itDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorry
Mom Dad Ianmyself
8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?8: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
Fall Back Down [Nephriteshipping]The school years almost over. Prom and all that other crappy stuff was over.Fall Back Down [Nephriteshipping]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Except one thing.
Football before graduation.
I don’t like football. I mean I could just skip it, but there were two things;
1. I finally got a girlfriend.
2. My best friend is the quarterback of our school’s football team.
I sighed as I looked at the dark evening sky. After this, comes the stupid grauduation ceremony. Finally, I’m not a freshmen anymore! I’ve had the most worst year as a freshmen and I knew it. I nearly failed all my classes, my date was a total slut-
She’s very mean to make it nice.
Pretty much got bullied and tossed around.
I can’t wait to be a Sophmore.
My sister was driving the car and her name was Wakamei. She helped me go through all the high school bullsh!t, but that’s not the thing. She’s my sister who’s in COLLEGE. People will make more fun of me that way. Wakamei was like a mom and everyone would think I’m from element
F is for FenrisF is for FenrisF is for Fenris3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fenris cursed for the thousandth time that evening. He was torn up, confused and he didn't know what to do. He paced up and down his wreck of a home, the broken tiles cutting into his bare feet. It had been three years, three long, agonisingly confusing years since he'd walked out on Hawke. Every day had been a torment. The punishment had begun immediately, her visits stopped, she no longer asked for his help and he spent most of his days in the Hanged Man trying to work out his feelings toward her. No conclusion had been achieved, apart from the fact thinking of her drove him crazy. What he'd always wanted but still so unobtainable. Tonight, the wait would be over. He knew she was at the Hanged Man with the others, not ideal, but it would have to do. He would tell her everything, confess his feelings. If she accepted him, well, he work that out then. If she rejected him... Then it was time to move on. He'd spent too long in Kirkwall as it is, if he was not n
Bobine di MenzognePossibilitàBobine di Menzogne4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il Tempo è fatto di infinite possibilità, ma quella possibilità si era esaurita nel Tempo stesso.
Il ragazzino volteggiava nel vuoto, fermo come in un fotogramma, mentre sotto di lui c'era il baratro; tutto era avvolto dalla patina sgretolante tipica di una dimensione che sta per cessare di esistere. Aveva le braccia aperte, lo sguardo rivolto verso il cielo e un sorriso che sembrava odiare e amare allo stesso tempo quel giorno perfetto, in cui il sole malato lanciava su quel mondo morente una scia di cenere luminosa, come se anche esso stesso si fosse stancato di splendere solo per il ragazzino.
Solo.. era l'unica parola che aveva conosciuto in tutta la sua vita, una vita che stava per "non essere mai esistita".
Quella realtà morente restituiva l'immagine di una possibilità distrutta, un Tempo e uno Spazio che stavano collassando su loro stessi, eppure.. in quel singolo fotogramma in cui il piccolo rimaneva sospeso tra il cielo, la scog
I'll Always Be There :Ch. 2:I'll Always Be There :Ch. 2:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: CHANGE
How could this be?
How could I have become human?
How is this even possible?
What happened to my armor?
What happened to my troops?
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!
Question after question flooded his processor as he emptily stared into the glass, seeing only a human man staring back.
He was tall, broad chested and worn. The years on him showed that he had been through some rough times. He was a large Caucasian with dark black hair and mustache and wide, dark sapphire blue eyes.
Looking away from the window, Optimus slowly let his gaze move to his hands, which strangely were shaking. They were the hands of human who worked. Old, worn out, cut, bruised and callused.
Moving his hands to his cloths, still looking at the refection he took into careful detail of the fabric he now bore on his body. A casual red plaid t-shirt. Tight blue boot cut pants. Dark brown leather boots. This entire dress attire was the same kind that Optimus had previously seen in an old weste
Osgood's Scarf Osgood stood in the gallery, taking in every thing around her. She was new to her job, a little unsure of herself, and trying to take a look at something other than the sciencey side of UNIT before going home for the day. The alien art was breathtaking, and she wished the world could see it.Osgood's Scarf2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Osgood turned around to see an old man. His face seemed strangely familiar, though she knew she hadn't met him before.
"Sorry for sneaking up on you, "he said, "You know, I never did catch your name."
Strange way of putting it, Osgood thought.
"That's because we haven't spoken before," she said, "I'm Osgood, and you are..."
"Oh, when you get to be as old as I am, you tend to lose the need for a name. I'm the curator of this place." After some time he added, "First day on the job, is it?"
"How did you know?"
When Killer Whales Love Otters Ep.(MakotoxReader)"Mako-chan!" Makoto heard a familiar voice after practice.When Killer Whales Love Otters Ep.(MakotoxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He turned to see Nagisa, running towards him, butt naked.
"Nagisa, aren't you cold running around the locker room naked?" Makoto said, heaving a sigh.
"I was just so excited to hear that tomorrow is you and (Name)-chan's one month anniversary!" Nagisa said.
"Y-yeah," Makoto said, his face burning. He had spent all day trying to think of a present of some sort. He even tried asking Kou if she knew any interests (Name) had. However, nothing new came out of that. As the four boys changed in silence (well, except for Nagisa ranting about the anniversary) Makoto contemplated if he should ask for help from them. Even if they didn't know her interests, they could at least help him, right?
"Guys," Makoto stopped and said as they left the school. "I need your help."
"Oooo with what, with what?" Nagisa asked.
"I have no idea what to get for (Name)-chan for the anniversary," Makoto said, straight up. "She's so mysterious
PandoraOnce upon a timePandora4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the all-giving goddess,
was denounced and devalued,
reduced to humanity
a myth invented by
wary, jealous, bitter gods and men
tied to the age of patriarchy.
She is reviled in history
as a hapless harbinger of evil
opening a gift of Zeus,
a prettily painted cursed jar,
(there never was a box)
filled with wickedness.
The strange mysteries the jar contained
swirled and twirled and begged
no longer wishing to be restrained.
Their call was strong,
her curiosity clear;
she opened the gift from the Olympian.
in a hush heard by eternity
she ushered in a doom-filled ill wind
for all of mankind.
The Greeks maligned her essence and
blamed her for much:
The years have followed suit,
drowning her spirit of creating, giving and love
in negative energy millennia old.