Sal'Quadin :: BioSal'Quadin :: Bio12 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Artwork by Jeff Cruz
Written by -Asher
Hight :: 5'11/20'teeth
Wieght :: 118lbs/100'stones (With equipment!)
Eyes :: Yellow
Famous Quotes :: "Who the drow!? I'm the drow! THAT'S RIGHT!"
"Why do I have to wear the dress!? … It makes my hips look wide.."
"Of course I know how to use a pointy! … I mean sword.."
"NO! Kill the human! HE'S PINK! Nobody likes pink!"
"You said 'don't push the don't push button'. A double negative is a positive.. Right?"
"In drow, there is no word for love.. But there are 16 for sex! It's the language of booty!"
History – Born in the same year as Sabion they have been trained and hardened in almost the same exact way, however after a solitary confinement for 6 months for a botched assassination, Sal'Quadin has never been the same, as his mental level stayed the same, his out look on life changed. They say he is the only drow to laugh and even worse, make fun of other drow and what ever else gives him whim. His s
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[The forest path was probably the safest way for them, but lucky for Radian, Lesendra knew a better trail.]
I couldn't understand it, suddenly I was in a land that was as vast as my eyes could see. How could someone feel safe, feel normal when you can never see the end of the horizon? This girl didn't seem bothered at all by this, her and her people are very, very strange.
"No, its best if we dont move through the thick brush, horses dont move well through it. I know of a better trail." Lesendra said as she pointed further towards the suns shield.
[Suns shield means 'south', since in Radian's belief, the sun is a soldier of the sky that patrols the world every day. If you head west, you head towards the suns back, if you head east, its towards the front, if you head north, you head towards his sword. The sun carries his sword in his right hand and his shield in his left.]
Bloody smile..Its been a while since I smiled, like cinder blocks and opal tiles,Bloody smile..12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lips grind together, crack and fray, spreading across this old face,
crack and split, bleed and drip, stain my teeth too express it.
It only hurts when I smile, it only hurts those short small whiles,
when all the pains, stains and hollow names, accusations with no one to blame,
but its not my smile that I hate its all the effort that it takes,
my lips wont purse, they will not curse, smiling in pain theirs nothing worse.
Those who have been cheated, hurt and lied too, I too will find you,
we will gather together, row by row, hold each others hands and never let go,
but we must bid a due, for not all words are spoken true, we all must all
smile, for a while, cause we all fucked someone too..
The Ramblings of a Broken ManMy mind is torn, the voices speak to me... Telling me what I want.The Ramblings of a Broken Man5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My heart is broken,
It wants to be whole.
My soul is destroyed,
It wants to be over.
My mind is finished,
It wants rest.
"Give up on her..."
"Give up on them all..."
"Lose them all..."
"Ignore them all..."
My mind shouts the cruel words to me.
Willing me to do the right thing...
But is it for myself or everyone else?
It's for the best.
"We're all worthless."
"You're a failure!"
"We've all been failures."
Maybe... Just maybe...
There are more fish in the sea?
Will they compare?
No. There's only one Nemo.
"You know you want to."
"Put an end to the pain."
"You know you can."
"Just look down..."
"You're already here."
Maybe... Maybe they're right?
The rocks below look welcoming...
The sea, so restl
No loveTonight we are sinnersNo love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Addicted to each others touch
All I want is you
Your body close to mine
I can feel you next to me
Your lips are so fierce
Wrapping around mine
We feel addicted
We feel alive
Your breath smells like the ocean
And our bodies the crashing raging waves
Your body feels so perfect to mine
Like we are meant to be
But I dont love you
We both know this is just to feel loved
We love the lust
For us it is a must
We will enjoy this night
And when the light seeps through the window at dawn
You will be gone
the day her muse diedshe stares at the page andthe day her muse died4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wills herself to write
that comes to mind.
it seems like so long ago
she never had enough time
to write what was on her mind.
the words spun like webs around
and around in head.
until she felt like she couldn't breathe.
the one she meant to purge
with every final line
was dug in D E E P.
swearing each time
she wonders if she were strong
then after this long
she might have given up on him.
if he wasn't entrenched
then she might find time to sleep.
for a few peaceful moments
where she is truly A L O N E.
she stares at the page
and manages to write a line
that doesn't make her want to cry
and she wonders how it got to this:
is she so lost she has to
look up words that rhyme?
when once upon a time
it had been so much easier.
she gives up on the fleeting poem
lets it go like a fading dream.
that she had
I want you...Splice meI want you...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and clean me too
Cut my throat
as I wish for you
Kicked and turned
Rush of blood
I'm going insane
poke a bubble with a pin.poke a bubble with a pin.10 years ago in Open More Like This
"poke a bubble with a pin."
i worry about my kidneys
falling apart inside my gut,
and one day coming tumbling
out of my ass, or simply sinking
down through my torso and rotting
there, clung to my pelvis.
i'm on the edge of a fountain
in the center of town and the
worrying is not bettered by the
concerned and aggressive eyes (entire faces)
of guardians and relatives watching me musedly
grinning at the wonderfully innocent toddlers
tormenting pidgeons from a giant fortress
(splashing from the basin) lobbing shells into
by now familliar, halucinations percolate
and bubble (pop!) tie dye and twist ordinary
features into decco'd visual punch lines.
i hear what i know people are saying,
inside their heads, inside my head.
when can you remember the dreams that you
know you're dreaming, and expect an evening after
a beer a hit and a story about typing "what . . ."
and having to delete when i know what's going
to be said? you need to go crazy in love at age
A Corpse a Bride and a FuneralIn satin cream, from head to toe,A Corpse a Bride and a Funeral4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Veil and lace disturb the peace,
Of soft fine curves.
No one notices (or they don't care),
Seeing her face doesn't make her there.
She's not there,
Not a soul knows,
This room is full of ice cold bone.
So sweet and delicately limp; lifeless,
But alive with ember eyes,
Blood stained hands from yesterday's sins,
Thus creating her demise.
In the night they say "don't listen,"
For you cannot recall what has become,
Of the woman we once loved.
The woman we once loved,
Tattered and torn with trickery up clear sleeves,
When you sleep she finds you and troubles you in your dreams.
You spoke to the night,
When they told you naught;
However your bride,
Is forever lost.
That day in black, she gouged her eyes,
You watched her fall in denial,
Buried in white (some call it red),
Forevermore still, on her death bed.
I want toYou eat at meI want to4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gnawing me to the bone
the very core
draining me, straining me
making me, forcing me
to think of things
that are best forgotten.
So much tension
in the tether,
in the noose,
in the room
between me and
I alone feel like
there should be more.
Then when we are alone
I find myself wanting,
I find myself
I want to (kiss you)
My Silence Is My FriendThe darkness consumes meMy Silence Is My Friend10 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Leaving only the trail of blindness
Silence keeps me wondering
Is there someone for me?
My fingertips reaching
Turning my life around as I hope to be
Eyes screaming for light
No silence now
Only in my head
A cry is heard
The ground is speaking under my feet
Will I find my ecstasy?
The wall accompanies my side
Too bad hiding isn't an option
Tears embrace my cheek
I am not alone
Accidental OverdoseSticking my finger down my throat,Accidental Overdose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I swallowed an entire bottle of them.
I realize life is worth living.
I don't want to fucking die.
I just need to vomit and I'll be better.
They've already been absorbed, I'm screwed.
I don't want to go to the hospital.
Where's my fucking phone? It's just three numbers.
I can feel my heart rate slowing down
Get excited, raise that blood pressure.
and my extremities are going numb.
They're just cold, rub them a lot.
Back to the wall, ass on the ground, unmoving.
Get up! Dance! Punch something! Anything!
The darkness takes me and I have one last thought:
I only thought I wanted to die, I swear.
Dear Santa, make me perfect.When I became perfect, I changed my name to nobody.Dear Santa, make me perfect.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tis be only a dream we see our own reflections in,
its our skill we pour our own perfections of sin,
our hate, our malice, our suffering and fears,
the voices of anger are smothering our ears,
let that which is known, be forgotten for a day,
let us forgive those who've begotten our way,
I've been cold and alone for a day too long,
I've been told once again, to stay the wrong,
temptation cant lead me for I know the way,
I'm the lost sheperd who's grown so astray,
grown so rebelious, no rules I obey,
so perhaps in the next life, my debts I will pay.
I knowI know9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
First it was that glance, first it was that chance, then
it was that talk, that walk and those who would mock.
Others knew, others seen, others understand what exactly
that I mean. Where we perfect, where we flaw'd, where we
normal or was it good to be odd. I know when you look
back, I know when you glare or laugh, some where inside
its a bit of an act. Even as I kept fighting, knowing that
all along, that you where the most right thing, I have
ever done wrong. I know you still love me, but you could
never tell me, because you cant even hug me, that doesnt
bug me, your more strong then that, since its more wrong
then that. Maybe its ego, maybe its pride, maybe I refuse
to believe that kind of love can ever die. Do you still
get that jitter, when ever we meet, whe ever we speak,
when we say good bye, does it taste bitter sweet?
Do you remember that day, that day we spoke alone, for
some reason it felt like I had done something wrong, it
felt like I was soil you, spoil you, but it was li
BurnBurn12 years ago in Other More Like This
Distilled kiss wishes drip from my tongue,
a sad saline-free guarantee;
I've been panting too long.
Post-modern pop at low volume
strains to exhibit depression.
Lonely, I critique its heat:
"It's too blank to burn yet
too empty to freeze;
lukewarm--not without you."
Tenor solo track now, air conditioned,
"A dehydrated display of pacifist sorrow."
I quench with thoughts of your humidity
and a futile frozen frappe; gospel kicks in
as I softly speak flames, saving graces:
"I'll step in the water with you soon."