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ConflictTranslucent images collide in my mind's eye.Conflict7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A discordant array of messages flows in one ear
And out the other,
Obscuring any rational thought I may have.
Divine hallucinations of beauty and grace, juxtaposed
With horrific scenes of bloodletting and torture,
I give them both a place to congregate.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to quell
The raging tornado of megalomania and self-loathing
That resides within my conscience, the gale
That blows my inner peace to faraway lands.
My mission is to calm the storms
Which derail my train of thought, and soften the blows
That, in the moments when anger overtakes me,
Dull my s
All Hallows EveAll Hallows Eve7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shadows dance,
Across the night.
Witches gather,
In delight.
Spirits near,
Flames ignite.
Conjuring them,
With all their might.
The full moon beaming,
Children play.
That strange veil,
Is thin today.
The atmosphere,
Sweet tonight.
The scents of Autumn,
warm and bright.
Our magick working,
Spells abrew.
Casting remembrance,
To ancestors few.
Truth?"Truth?"Truth?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Truth has become reality's biggest nightmare
Which always becomes buried by those in despair
For is it more noble to bite one's tongue until it turns red
Or let truth accumulate until his heart pumps out dread?
My intuition has led me to the truth many times before
Of which I have realized truth is not the cure
But what is the truth when every character has a story
Upon which each owner desires to claim truth's glory?
For it is comforting for those to retreat from their fears
Or deny truth exists and mask it with cheers
What ignorant mortals for them I take sorrow
For truth will target and haunt them tomorrow
As for myse
The bloody red shoesEvery where I walkedThe bloody red shoes9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Following a path lain red
Where everyone talked
And I listened to what was said
Where the limestone met gravel
And the gravel met dirt
In the grave yard of hell
Full of the dead ones words
I wore the shoes of crimson
To walk the beaten path
Waiting for the one
To end the worlds wrath
Angels and demons made of stone
Folded hands in prayer to some god
To leave me all alone
Drifting through the fog
Laces white but faded
Sunny rays all gone down
The one the angels hated
The awful wrenching sound
Soles eaten through and worn
Souls crying in the wind
Stained with crimson gore
The shoes on till the end
Winged Perianths I dreamWinged Perianths10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a field
of daffodils,
and a waveless mirror
of water
in its midst.
Of a visage
of my resemblance
wondering with my eyes.
Of the unending void
of this universe
seeded with holes;
of the cold petals
of countless stars,
and the gravity of souls.
I dream
of their seeds of black
taking root;
and their blood
of violet
BlueYour eyes are blue.Blue3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Like the sky. Like the ocean.
The wind blows your hair gently.
Golden blonde, the color of the sun. Of sunflowers
You smiled, the brightest smile.
Light, you are pure light.
Colette.
The Prince and the QueenThe Prince and the QueenThe Prince and the Queen4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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The hooded cloak coiled around Akataras while he walked, white as the snow that fell from above. The black of mourning had not slipped from the elf's shoulders for long, before he had once again clad himself in light. Familiar pains were easier to bear perhaps, or he had found a new road, paved on the lives he had buried, that led to a more clear path.
His path was clear, but his mind and heart were not. His long and ragged brown hair was not in the style of one whose mind was settled, or heart healed. The white furs, silks and leathers he wore only warded against the frost outside, not within. The exhaustion
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Prologue | Year of our Animator, 1349Prologue | Year of our Animator, 13496 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mist crept along the black earth, seeking something to shroud with its probing tendrils. It enveloped the bones and debris littering the ground, scouring them of the last morsels of meat and goodness. When it lifted, there was nothing left but fine white powder.
Nobody with the faintest trace of sense would be out beneath the violent spine of rock and ice that, even on horseback, would take several months to cross. No one had tried. The Isgaerth Mountains repelled life with a cruel grimace. A caustic path of molten lava dribbled lethargically down the black rock, the only light in the landscape. The greenery was sparse, clinging to the bare
stumbling over wordsshe says Imaginestumbling over words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that god is the field beneath us,
and the trees are his angels -
(i pray to them, you know,
wrap myself around the bark like vines,
each of my thousand fingers curls to catch each twig.
but on bad days i am poison ivy
and my fingernails are nettles,
my long torso is tied in knots and clumps
like my hung over hair.)
- or Suppose
that love is a recluse and a painter,
and hate is his morbid self critic -
(i'm a painter too, you know,
my brush screeches up at me
as if to say breathe me, breathe me!
but on bad days i am a smoker
whose lungs wither like untended plants,
my tongue is tied in knots and clumps
that
Yes I CanI believe that I am in love. And you, like most people, have probably already started to roll your eyes. I'm only sixteen, so how can I know what love is? I'm too young, I'm not mature enough, I can't begin to understand the true meaning of it. What is the true meaning of love anyway? How can it even be defined? It's so broad of a term, it encompasses so many diverse and deep emotions, and there are so many forms it takes. How can you take such a thing and try to define it? Well in all reality, you can't do it. If I knew every word there was to know and had unlimited time to pin it down, I don't believe I could. But that's not because of my aYes I Can1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Night and DayIt all started with simple message,Night and Day1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lit me up, supplied my heart with voltage,
I was dreaming, I was sinking,
My world was filled with aching,
Talking to you was a good part in my day,
I express what my heart dares not convey,
Through touching and hugging, physically,
With words and poems, mentally,
I feel the pain of losing you,
By hateful and bitter rules,
The steadiness you show while being hounded,
Will not be without rewards unbounded,
As long as you forget me not,
Our love can always be begot,
On the day our hearts can together, fly away,
You'll see wondrous night, I'll see illustrious day.
A Soft WhisperA Soft WhisperA Soft Whisper1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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A soft whisper,
That's how it comes to me,
That strange feeling,
Serenity,
A strange sense of calm,
Peace drawn from chaos,
Equilibrium,
My mind is a storm,
A world of eternal conflicts,
One battle after another,
Ideas and emotions, desperately,
fighting to exist.
A Hundred Lies Your mask reflects your soul,A Hundred Lies7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Full of lies, hard to control,
Inside you rage, a monster caged,
Outside you grin, instead of going insane,
I see your soul right through that mask,
Of rotting thoughts, and bloody raths,
And stare into your cold eyes,
As a fake smile is raised.
I know the truth although most,
Stare at you with your newest boast,
You have the money, you have the people,
You have a hundred pounds of lies,
And I stand alone all by myself,
A hundred lies, and only one truth,
One me amidst the hundred you.
How to be a Legendary Hero! (A comment on shounen)1 year ago in Scraps
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Whilst EternityWhilst Eternity7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the well
fall sick,
and the ill
fall dead...
We shall tread
W h i l s t E t e r n i t y
passes on.
For it isn't a gift
as to why we tread.
It is a c u r s e
in which we suffer.
For while the necromancer
waltzed through
Fallen Children Prologue: Hunter and PreyThe monotone beating of the axes resounded through the woods. Elduin could hear it well. The sounds of steel on bark and splintering wood seemed to enter his ears and seep through to his inner being. He endured it like physical pain, like the axes were striking into him instead. The Greenskins who had killed Cenarius, they still had the audacity to come into their woods and cause even more mayhem. Elduin slowly gnashed his teeth and the grip on his staff tightened. The pain was slowly becoming unbearable. The druid's amber eyes searched the trees and he tried to concentrate on something different than the woodcutting Orcs in the distance. HeFallen Children Prologue: Hunter and Prey8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Dark TreeThe Dark Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a sad world
among the crooks of body parts.
It's a gloomy place
within the crannies of human structure.
It's a dark realm
to shroud everything but its existence in shadow.
For underneath every opening,
every crook and cranny,
For beneath each bend,
each gape and crack,
is the darkness hiding just under the surface.
This is the dead tree,
the one semblance of every nightmare
concealed below the knowing eye of the moon.
RedMy colour is all of the crimson shades.Red8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is the liquid that pours after skin meets the blade.
The glow that appears on embarrassed cheeks,
And the hues that emerge when the sunset peaks.
It sounds like the crackle of a wood-burning fire.
When the boom of two quickening heart beats transpire.
And the billowing voices of a church-singing choir.
It tastes of the reddest and rarest of meat,
Like those tiny heart-shaped cinnamon sweets.
And lingers and burns with a chilli peppers heat.
It feels like the deepest roots of real pain.
And the lowest point of desperate shame.
It's the passion and power deep within your heart
And the ins
schitzophreniaIn my head the pain is realschitzophrenia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voices whisper and mumble
Their words are unintelligable
My brain is throbbing it hurts so bad
I can feel them, their hands on my arms
They make my flesh crawl
My breath hitch, my hair stand on end
I feel like I'm drowning, yet there's no water
My mind is swarming, I hear them
Yet no words I can make out
I'm chocking on the darkness
Wrapping itself around my throat
Strangling me in the night
The medication is supposed to help
But it just numbs my whole person
I can't feel, can't think
I'm a machine, a puppet
For me I have a choice, a painful one
Feel fear and pain
Or nothing at all
Hear my t
The Snake AThe Snake1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
speck
of stardust
lands upon
her brow;
altered
as a snake
with a head
of diamond
demanding
that I bow.
She slithers
in my mind,
breaking
through
the gates
of my
unmountable
fortress
of reason.
Shouting
war cries
as a knight
illuminating a
treasure hunt
in the cloudfull
starless night.
And wherever
she glides,
the air
vibrates in
a hue of
black and blue;
leaving b
Similar DifferencesSimilar Differences.Similar Differences1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accept and reject.
Choose and select.
Vote and elect.
Defile and suspect.
Genre and subject.
Gain and object.
Draft and perfect.
Nurture and neglect.
Locate and inject.
Wisdom and intellect.
Create and inspect.
Action and dialect.
Ambiguous and direct.
Receive and deflect.
Invade and infect.
Acknowledge and eject.
Experience and project.
Discover and collect.
Abuse and protect.
Construct and dissect.
Improve and correct.
Und
He Smiles Without A MouthHe Smiles Without A Mouth7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He always watches, but he has no eyes.
He laughs behind you, but he cannot speak.
He follows you everywhere you go, but he does not walk.
He always smiles, but he has no mouth.
He stands a great height, but he is given no advantage.
He is in the back yard, but he does not announce himself.
He is known as the slender man, but he has no name.
*Foul Weather*Ocean kicking up a storm*Foul Weather*5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tempest lingers on
Spume rises all around
Waves roaring angry song.
Eyes captivated by fuming sea
Ocean tossed, thunderous day
Feel so cold my clothes not warm
Still I want to stay.
Behind me sloping hills
Covered in groaning trees
Limbs break, crack, fall
Nature's might, feeling small.
No let-up storm persists
Between land and sea I stand
Oilskin needed, gale-force day
Frozen watch from land.
2012 Delice1941
10th December2012
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