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LostLostLost7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lost in hate
Lost in pain
Really what do we have to gain
when love and hope are down the drain?
As anger and fear rue the day with human
feelling in disarray
But how can one truly say in this minute,
this hour, this day, that anger and fear are
the mainstay?
As the lost are truly found
As honest people fall in love
As the spirits of young children
remain as pure and white as a dove
So, my point dear reader is one simple fact,
love and hope are immortal as they continue
to be experianced
Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 1Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is the 41st millennium, and the Imperium of Man has expanded their grasp of the stars beyond Holy Terra. Their empire is vast, but under constant siege of xenon scum. The Imperium has created the Space Marines. Super human soldiers created to defend the Imperium and her territories. These Space Marines are the best of the best; no other creature known to man can defeat one easily. To be recruited into such a prestigious group of warriors is not by will or skill. Rather one is chosen by them at an unexpected time, and then taken away. While these methods may seem cruel, unethical, but in a time where there is war on all fronts of the galaxy
Warford Vs. the T-80Warford Vs. the T-802 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
James Warford's T-80 Follies
This article was originally titled "T-80: The Soviet Solution, The Tank's Missile System is Aimed at NATO's ATGM Vehicles, Not Tanks", and was written by everybody's favorite compulsive liar, James M. Warford. It was first published in the January-February 1987 issue of Armor Magazine. You may remember the name from before --- he's the guy who has an unhealthy fixation of the failed T-64, and he coined the bogus term "Premium Tank" (that no other writers have taken seriously, as demonstrated by the fact that only Warford uses the term). You may also remember him as the guy who uses dozens of "Phantom
Sources" (a
The Half-Crewed Tank ScamThe Half-Crewed Tank Scam2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The Half-Crewed Tank Farce
By Blacktail
This article was originally titled, "Survivability Is The Best Argument For a Two-Man Tank", and it was published in the March-April 1992 issue of Armor Magazine. It's a load of rubbish, effectively advocating the complete replacement of Engineering Simplicity with maximum technologically-possible systems complexity.
Shills like these are used by Military and/or Industrial Quacks to sell Rube Goldberg Machines (financially, intellectually, and politically) in the same way that Pharmaceutical quacks once advertised that drinking Radium-laced water promoted good health --- and in both cases, the inesca
DoneSick in the morningDone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exhausted at night
Doing all this
Is no easy blight
Helping me fix it
Doesn't change how I feel
Breaking my world
Was no small deal
So taping the pieces
In a nice little collage
Wont make up for
The damage you caused
So don't say that you cared
Because I know that you didn't
And don't say that you'll be there
Because I know that you wont
Just leave me to fix
The broken stained window
That you threw the stone through
The SufferingO Lord, the God of HeavenThe Suffering4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do not hide thy face from me
May my prayer come before you
Lord, do not ignore my plea
For my soul is greatly troubled
And my life draws near the grave
I am counted with the fallen
But am I one thou will not save?
I have been forgotten
I have been severed from thy hand
My strength hath been expended;
No longer can I stand
To the lowest pit I’ve sunk
Of your bitter cup, I’ve drunk
and I am overwhelmed
My closest friends shun thoughts of me
I am repulsive to their eyes
I cannot come forth, I am confined
avoided and despised
I call to thee O Lord
Do you show your wonders to the dead?
If I
Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 4Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
.
Everything was a blur when Brutus awoke. The first thing he saw was a steel ceiling, and a bandage over where he was shot. He slowly rose in the bed and looked around the room. Chains attached to the walls held up the bed he sat in, and besides a toilet and porthole the room was bare. He set his feet on the cold steel floor, and attempted to stand. His legs wobbled and felt weak, but he stood using the wall as a support. He made his way to the porthole, and outside there were stars and planets in the distance. He was in space. Suddenly he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, and the door opened.
Brutus turned to see a man in blu
Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 3Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brutus stood outside of a small abandoned two-story house keeping watch while the boys inside had their fill of food. It had been weeks since they had a decent meal, and they had earned it. He looked around at the old abandoned factories that lay around his home. It was not the best place, but it kept them safe from prying eyes and the authorities at least. Not completely safe however, as there were many other groups. Each one more violent then the last, but Brutus earned a little respect from the bosses. They managed to hammer out a truce with most of them, but they were prepared in case someone tried something.
The door opened and a young
A lovely Little DollA lovely Little Doll2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh what a lovely surprise!
This gift from you to I
Oh dear friend I love it!
I know it was your favorite
The doll is so fine
The dress she wears devine!
Her beautiful black hair!
And there's even a little red in there
But, silly goose!
A few stitches have come loose!
It's coated in mud
And stained in your blood
No matter, dear
There's little work to do here
A little wash will do it fine
And then truly, it shall be mine
You, Dear, should wash up too
For look at this mess, all over you!
Clean you up I might
But you're so tired you're ghost white!
I'll leave you here to sleep
And you can keep my butcher's blade
That thing i
The Scribblings of a Lost One1. My lips form kisses that lick along your collarbone – when you wish it. I've found myself both leaning over you, a perfect smirk on my face, listening to your breathing deepen, and in the corner of my bed, a ball, as far away from you as I can manage. Months of memory have done nothing but mar me useless. I long to cringe away from your love-smiles, but I cannot. You've stolen me, love, yet you act as though you never wanted me…until you change, and come back to it. The sound of your sobs make me want to be the strongest little cutter girl in the world for you, but when your words turn sharp, slashing defensively against my alreaThe Scribblings of a Lost One2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Death and the DarknessDarkness always followed me.Death and the Darkness3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkness always laid at my feet.
Everyone I had to meet,
Cried at how bleek
Our goodbyes were...
Stones with names...
All are the same...
Engraved with lies,
dates,
Love,
always hiding the hate.
My dark eyes always seem endless as others stare.
I began to learn not to care.
Only there were a few that seem to strike
This soft cord in me that seem to be like...
I have what many call...a heart?
But as the cold reaches them,
Things grow dim...
I stand in the crowd as I watch them all cry.
I look to the sky
And ask why they think I'm such a bad guy?
weaker and strongerDon't get me wrong, I see you bleeding. I can feel your pain, spinning stronger than a tornado and with more force than a hurricane. I know you're dying, and I know what it's like.weaker and stronger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You want to give up.
But don't. Never give up, because right now, right in this moment, with tears coursing down your face and blood staining your skin and screams echoing from your chapped lips, you are at your strongest. You may not feel it, and you think I'm lying, I see it in your eyes. You think you're weakest, but you're not.
Right now, this is the moment where you can make a difference.
In this very moment, when the pain is more intense than ever and whe
In the CardsIn the Cards1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was not a psyker.
He had been taken by the Enforcers more than once for testing when they performed their irregular sweeps, or when word of his "talents" had reached them and they checked for latent emergence. But they had found him to be well within acceptable limits, lacking any obvious psychic taint.
This had not noticeably interfered with his income. In fact, if anything, it had built upon his reputation. No one could be seen to be visiting an unlicensed psyker, after all. But one could visit someone officially sanctioned as definitely not a psyker... and whisper behind one's hand that his
Secret PlaceThere's a place in the dark, in the dead of the nightSecret Place2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I sometimes wish to go.
It's a secret place, not too far away
Where flowers never grow.
On the darkest of nights,
I close my eyes tight…
And envision this secret place.
I see a place with no pain, sadness, or rain
It is there I want to be.
This secret place with barren lands
Has a home for me.
But when I leave, I can't come back
Parting from you will be the end of me.
When I go, I go alone…
Do not dare to follow me
To the place with no pain, sadness, or rain
It's a place, only for me.
Confession Of A KillerHeld together by satin lace,Confession Of A Killer3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
her wrists are bound to the wooden frame,
i watch every movement,
i hear every breath,
as her body writhes in ecstasy,
she's encased in this moment,
her naked skin seems to melt into the sheets,
corrupted by sensation,
no longer does she fear the punishment for the sin,
moving closer to enticing lips she beckons me,
to join her lustful embrace,
i answer her call,
looking into her eyes,
i see the goddess staring back at me,
she demands i return her creation,
she promises me love like no other,
i pause only for a moment as she pulls me into the warmth,
i respond with only cold steel,
she lies there
Dark Nova Technology FAQDark Nova Technology FAQ2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dark Nova Technology FAQ
Q: What kind of engines are used in Dark Nova? What about FTL?
A: Engines break down into two types, main engines for sub-light speeds and jump engines for FTL. The most common type of main engine in the Terran sphere is the gravitic drive. This is a cutting-edge gravity-manipulation engine that is only theoretical today in the early 21st century. It serves three simultaneous purposes- allowing for phenomenal acceleration and maneuverability, creating an inertial-dampening field through the gravitic bubble it creates around the vessel (in other words, the ship may be accelerating at 1.25 AU per hour, but within th
I don't hate youI don't hate you, but sometimes I want to rip your heart out from your chest and hold that pulsating organ in the palm of my hand. I want to see your eyes—your bright blue eyes—staring up at me fearfully, filling with shiny, graceless, pointless tears. I want to hold your heart in my hand forever, knowing that you know just as well as I that from this point on, you are mine, and mine alone.I don't hate you3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want to tear apart your chest and grab that beating heart, feeling the warm blood pooling around my feet, the delicious red staining my shoes—and my hands—for the rest of forever. I want to stand in that crimson pool until the end of
Weird coincidenceWell most TWEWY fans should know by now there is a countdown clock on Square Enix's Japanese website: http://www.square-enix.co.jp/subaseka/Weird coincidence9 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Which ends today at midnight.
Well it just so happens that today I am going to a christening of some kid that I dont know but my parents 'claim' to know. Well I asked what time we are getting home at. 2 O'clock. At midnight. So that means by the time I get home there will be an hour left till the timer runs out. Pretty cool coincidence.
Poketroid: Lonely Nights11 months ago in Short Stories
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Way Back WhenWay Back When1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Way back when, I heard of a time
When rap was a respectable kind
Of music, you'd play it openly, wasn't too hard to find
Your homies banging their head to real lyrics in a society with beautiful minds
Now you cant find a single spit without corporate sponsored fakes rappin their lies
kids today are devoid of real music, they're jamming to illuminati spies
Real rappers are passed along like hot potato, being signed to the crappiest deals
While these overpayed actors are rappin bout their shiny wheels
And its because of them, ameircans go days without single meal
And it sucks because soon we'll all know how poverty feels
Heres my mes
Concrete SkiesTen years of oppression,Concrete Skies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A drought of sorrow.
The halting cries of the steel fence,
The watching eyes of the streetlight circles.
A barbed reminder to stay in place,
Outside my bedroom window.
Vanished birds without a trace,
The soundscape but a cinder,
Floating on the cold steel breeze.
Machine noise echelons,
Of burning light,
And darkness rings to block the sight.
The permafrost cries,
Of a shackled mind.
The wire lies,
Of telegraph roads.
Machinarium in full array,
Our pistons work for a greater good,
Iron control from titanium display,
Our brains work just like we're told they should.
Dissent a sin from foreign climes
Daft Punk Super HaikuEarth shakes, rocks trembleDaft Punk Super Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pow'rful bass beats resonate
Digital war drum
Neon blue raindrops
Cuttingly clear, rapid sound
Electronic tune
In the wind blown night
Put dafunk back to the punk
With robot faces
The Midnight DuelThe Midnight Duel1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And maybe she's better for you
Than I would ever be
There's so much more in her smile
There's so much more she can say
Although I'm here, I feel her at my shoulder
There is only so much I can do
A limit to my strength and what I feel for you
Eclipsed by doubt...
How can I be beautiful
And how can I be strong
How can I be confident
And hope that I belong
How can I assure myself that I am in the right?
How can I go on to win this...
Time passes, and the sun will rise
She smiles and laughs and tells,
I guess I'm not surprised
To hear the news.
Why can't I make myself be brave
Take courage in both hands, then maybe I could s
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 2The Welcome CommitteeMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My ship underway to the coordinates I leaned back in my chair, my suit dematerializing around me revealing the blue zero suit beneath. Like that I took in a deep breath and relaxed.
As I did I thought of the Metroids, the parasitic life form from SR338 that seemed to have dominated my life ever since my first great battle with the Space Pirates upon the planet Zebes. I remembered how the Space Pirates had tried to use the Metroids as a bio-weapon and energy source. I had stopped them then, but it had only been the beginning…
Tallon IV, Aether, the entire Phazon Crisis I had fought the Space Pirates, thwarting the
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