The legend of the Silvertear lakeOnce upon a time, in years beyond our own, a dragon of the Timekeepers flight fell in love with a mortal woman. Her hair was the colour of sunlight, her lips like a rose in bloom, and her eyes rivalled the midnight sky.The legend of the Silvertear lake2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But their love could not be, for no dragon may love a mortal, and no mortal will ever live long enough to share a dragons life.
Yet, they met in secret under the weeping willows, pledging their undying love under the moon, and for just a few hours, he made time stand still.
As years passed by and mortality withered her beauty like the leaves of autumn, the dragon decided to stop time eternally so his love would never die. He travelled through dreams, through time, through life itself to find the means to end all times. But his brethren had learned of his love, and of his madness, and they ended his flight, chaining him to the bonds of the earth. Cast out from his flight he sought refuge with his loved one and lived by her side, eternally young, watching as she withered
Caste asideA society caste asideCaste aside9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Divided by prejudiced pride
EveShe wore a galaxy on her rib-cage,Eve1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
settled high upon her breast,
when I kissed her I could taste it;
the currency of her success.
The Box of the UnforgottenThe strip of photosThe Box of the Unforgotten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sits in the steel box
Locked up and hidden
Where I will never open
Three photo strips
A bag of papers
A stack of drawings
And an old tape
That tape means the most
It was given to me
The day the thought entered
The thought that triggered EVERYTHING
Faint SighsIn fields ever distantFaint Sighs1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our laughter, now a remnant
Births to a bud of sighs
Of warm fingers once twined
Through eyes fluttered closed
Poured the days from eyelids now soaked
The teeming sky we have withered
Washes chiming bells in a whisper
Tomorrow has sunk, a barren flowered forest
Overflowing seasons cease through droplets
And the ripest of our days, our dawn not ever anew
There once was, but now a sooty fruit
Memories and TearsThere are few things in this lifeMemories and Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From which I want to hide
But some things are hard to take
Sometimes I have to break
If you see me start to fade away
Know I have had too much for today
Too many reminders of what we left behind
A string I can't unwind
I try to kill it all away
The feelings left of that day
My mind still replays it
The actors are faceless
They try to describe the impossible
A promise left unfulfilled
It was the right thing to do
But still it hurts anew
Who knew it would come to this
A choice so painful cannot exist
The best thing that could be done
Was letting go of the one you love
I wish them happiness
A never ending eternal bliss
I guess this is what true love is
Wishing for their happiness
TiredTrying to get myself up.Tired1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by dirty cups.
Really need some motivation.
Tired of this bored sensation.
Want to get up and clean.
Or go out and be seen.
Want to go out for a walk.
Or call a friend and talk.
Turn up the music and sing.
Just want to do something.
Hope that I don't get fired.
So tired of just being tired.
AmbiguityAn illusory danceAmbiguity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flows with the realness it enchants.
Blurring through the luminous melody.
Knowing its unknown within uncertainty.
Eyes speak whispers of judgement.
Reasons of truth, it deludes.
Its translucent fingers of vines
Reaches to grasp the breaths of time.
It pauses within the playing hands of emotions.
Eternity cradles the known of unknown.
Echoing a sonorous melody...
Ambiguity casts. What meaning does it have?
The Birth of SightStill the dead lay moaningThe Birth of Sight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while human voices wake us
A shadowless shadow that
finds a corpse
and with it goes.
We found the Shatterer of Worlds
The demon that cannot be himself.
Design a country work sheetDesign a country work sheet4 years ago in Settings More Like This
For those people who needs to design their own world.
This is a form I will use from now on to help me design it faster and more complete.
original from: droemar's journal
Edited by mayshing 2010
Colors: (An example would be red, white, and blue)
Symbol: (An example would be stars and stripes.)
calender measure (time table): (Does their calender go by the moon, or sun? Or other planets?)
Races: (The races that inhabit the area, whether or not they're native.
Physical: (The ethnic description of your race: skin color, hair color, builds, dress)
Preference to fashion and beauty:
Weather patterns: (Tropical? Stormy? Cold? Earthquakes? Climate in general?)
-how the weather influence inhabitants behavior, travel
Major river and lakes?
Any construction a
The EveryDay AlwaysI fear, the everyday always.The EveryDay Always8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Always, thoughts parading through my head
Following choreographed patterns of Ideas
Always, the same hopes and aspirations
Thwarted by the same fears.
The only window in the room was adorned with second-hand curtains that once belonged to an antique store. Maybe in a different lifetime, a different story, they were beautiful. Now, only thin fabric hung limp from the plastic frame, drained by years of exposure to the sun. Pale sunlight filtered in lazily, exposing individual dust particles in their mischievous dance about the furniture.
From the coffee table littered with bits of memorabilia, to the neglected corners filling up with lint, the air hung heavy with sighs. Two bowls which perhaps belonged to some beloved family pet lay discarded on the floor. Bits of dried food surrounded the area and grains of evaporated water covered the porcelain. No other signs of an animal could be traced throughout the house, and no patter of loyal paws could be heard.
Sam Brandon's RequiemHot tears on chilled skin,Sam Brandon's Requiem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nostalgia washing in.
Children with broken faces,
grief-stricken for loss of their own.
Eyes searching for answers,
tongues holding none.
Laughter mixes in with the pain,
because they don't know what to feel.
Cast out of their minds, maturity lies,
they can't handle this.
Inability to know puts us
out of control,
just like the car that had
sped 'round on the road.
Searching for some guidance,
they resort to looking above.
Hoping, for a fleeting instant,
he'd been shown God's love.
Crisis over, it's all burnt up-
still haven't found our release.
Though we might seek condolence
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Life... CutHow long is a piece of string?Life... Cut7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What horrors lie beneath the skin?
We question all to comprehend
And measure life from end to end,
We wrap our hurts with warmth and light,
We seize the day to flee the night.
We quicken breath to fend off time,
I take whats yours, you take whats mine,
We never pause to rest our feet,
We count the seconds, every beat.
For every puzzle that we solved,
For every crime that was absolved,
Another ten come to the fore,
We take from life, it offers more.
Yet it is not an endless source
To abuse without recourse;
Well turn to dust and fade away,
The rope of life will one day fray.
How long is a piece of string?
For how long will this be my skin?
oukamiyoukai's list of anti art block challengesOukamiyoukai’s list of anti art block challenges.oukamiyoukai's list of anti art block challenges1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
These are just a few things I think about if I want to get rid of art block. I will probably add more in the future, but here’s a few now to get you inspired. These are to be done at leisure and don’t have to be in any order. They are for fun.
1 gesture drawing. This is super easy. Basically find a relatively complicated shape, and draw it with as few marks as possible. It doesn’t really have to resemble it in any way. As long as you know what it is. I probably do about 30 of these a day. Honestly they’ve helped a lot with everything. You can add color if you want. For this challenge I recommend doing enough to inspire you rather it be 10-100. (I’ll link some examples).
2 combining an animal and an inanimate object. Select one animal and one object and combine them. I would highly recommend thinking about general shapes of both and using repetition in your design. No imaginary animals (you
Ode to Freaky FredThe Story of a BarberOde to Freaky Fred7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Good evening creatures with intellect sharper
This is a story of a barber
Not a butcher, baker or sharecropper
But a man perhaps a little naaauuughty
He is tall, skinny and wears a suit of green
In stature people say he is lean
His face ever happy, he is never mean
Only occasionally is he naaauuughty
His name you may already know
For many of you have seen the show
But for those who havent, thisll only take a mo,
His name is Fred
Fred likes to shave, in fact he does crave
The need to shear and never save
Hair for him is a way to pave
A path leading him to be a little naaauuughty
Animal or person it doesnt matter
Hair on the previous or the later
Hell cut and groom, itll never shatter
Hell always be somewhat naaauuughty
The story we know and love the most
He traveled by bus from coast to coast
To the middle of Nowhere like a ghost
Telling us how he was naaauuughty
Arrived he did with a wonderfu
MigraineMy head is about to hatch.Migraine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope whatever emerges
Kills me slowly, softly,
Like a whisper in my ear.
A bright flare,
Are you there?
No – just another migraine explosion,
A flash of white light from the side,
Go easy on my eyes.
WanderingMy mind is wandering in the darkness of my soul.Wandering7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My heart is aching,breaking,for you.
My will is strong,my love is deep,your secrets are mine to keep.
The darkness is fading because of the light that you bring.... into my heart,
filling my soul with joy,together we are whole.
a brokenheart stopped beatingA brokenheart stopped beating.a brokenheart stopped beating7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nobody to rely one,
Nobody who is there for you.
Only emptyness in my heart,
why is it my life that has to part?
As i walk a road away from my house,
i see broken bottles of glass.
The glass destroys my outer-self,
it's not dark and cold,like you said it felt.
I can see a scarlet red glow of my blood,
streaming down my arm as i go.
I did it,i did it,
i couldn't ease my troubled mind.
You have no idea how it felt,
to feel my heart so cold.
The heat leaves my body as the troubles leave my mind.
I can see clearly now,wat there is at the end.
As my heart beat goes slower and nearly stops,
i can see a glimpse of your face in the puddle of blood.
It's getting colder,so much colder,it's almost like it's freezing.
I can hear not much now,i can't stand up much longer,i fall on my knees,
atlast i found inner peace.
To be,or to be not.
A story has a start and an end,
i reached my last stop,goodbye my friend.
The Encounter Melissa, a beautiful young woman, had gone to an office dinner that night. She was never too fond of these social events where people get together to talk about work and get drunk, so she left as soon as possible. She was walking home when she noticed this mysterious man watching her from the other side of the street. One would normally be scared, but not Melissa, not tonight.The Encounter7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Her footsteps echoed into the night and the dark figure was haunting her mind, leaving her restless, wondering who it was and why he was piercing her soul with his look. She was used to getting male attention, but that felt different and alluring to her.
She stops. Her big dark eyes focus on something not very distant from her. It was him again, disappearing into an alleys darkness. Not thinking twice, she follows him. Maybe just out of curiosity, but she had no clue on what she was getting in. She walked slowly, alway
Topiary EvenesanceI wonder if oblivion hurts?Topiary Evenesance1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tattered frays beckon me to see
Beyond this land of shadows
Past the treeline
In this world of trees
I can't see the forest anymore
Like LinenShe placed her hands upon the bedspread like she'd done countless times before. She moved her hands gracefully, swiftly. Her hands moved across the velvet fabric. This time, she'd do it. She set herself upon the matress, wearing nothing but a camisole, waiting for her husband to come home. Embrace her. Love her. But sadly, deep, deep inside, she knew it was impossible.Like Linen5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
But, a girl can dream.
She heard the doorknob rattle, so she repositioned herself on the bed. I will love him, she thought. He entered quickly, hastily. She looked up at his stern face and saw something in his eyes. Something she had never see before. Guilt.
What are you in a hurry for, honey? I've been waiting for you for hours. Aren't you going to take off your coat? His eyes were like fire, deep and burning, but not with passion or love, but of some other form.
No time. Busy. Have to leave. Now.
Honey, don't you know what today is? she asked, down-hearted.
bittersweet symphony -c-i.bittersweet symphony -c-6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are my world.
the amount of scars
you give me,
i always come running back
(your arms wide open).
because i be(lie)ve
that you can change.
when we met i remember
seeing the sunset in your eyes
and i remember immediately
giving myself away
run along my spine
and i hear you murmur,
and I know it's true;
because i've known you,
i'll never be able to love another.
i gave you my heart and soul
(why haven't you given me yours?)
i feel my heart
getting heavy as
we're tangled under
sheets. youre the sex and
the music. as your stone-cold
heart beats those
hollow beats, i carefully
and it's scenes like
this that will be the death of us.
i should know better,
i should walk (run) away from you
and the hurt and the lies and
the damn inconsistencies
i guess i'm a sucker for pain
so keep dishing it,
i love it when you
tear me apart.
i wonder if i'll
ever get tired of this