Mind.Darkness surrounds me,
Shadows surround you.
The present threatens me,
as the past did to you.
Your memories, you keep at bay,
but your thoughts just seem to fade away.
Your murdurous thirst is always there
and you seem to be grabbing at your hair.
My thoughts aren't right
my head's too tight,
I have to fight
just not take flight.
I want it to end
I want it to end
Please will somebody help me then?
It's not to late
Never to late
say it'll be alright
but we know it's not alright.
Because of your past,
you will certainly fade last.
You will not find a friend in this world.
We are not one
but one and the same.
Our minds have turned against us.
AC. These Beautiful Monsters. Chapter 1. The silence droned on, broken only by his sharper breaths and the occasional stone on hoof made by his brilliant white horse. His heavy equipment and layered clothing made the heat almost unbearable, his horse wasn’t faring too well either. It was one of those days, a day that made Altair wish he was back home, if he could even call it that, with his brothers. Some sparring and maybe a tournament or two didn’t seem that bad, actually. But, sadly, he had wave after wave of missions given to him by Al Mualim. More slave traders in Jerusalem, same thing in Damascus; more traitors to the Brotherhood than necessary and Templar problems in other areas: these combined with the heat and irritated soldiers did not prove for a smooth and graceful trip. However, the best thing in all the tedious work was the amazing visit he’d get to pay to a certain Malik in Jerusalem’s Bureau.AC. These Beautiful Monsters. Chapter 1.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Encounter: Chapter 4It had been 9 days since Altaïr had been admitted into the hospital. The first 7 days were in the Intensive Care unit. Days of waiting... worry... unknowing... Since in the IC, visitors were not allowed to stay. They could come and go and certain hours but were not able to stay in the room with him for the night. So Desmond and Lucy lived in the hotel a few blocks away from the hospital for a week. Everyday visits were made to Altaïr, but all this time he was unconscious. Maybe it was a coma; the doctors didn't know. Lucy thought it was an effect from the Animus as this was different from other coma states.Encounter: Chapter 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Than on the 8th day, Altaïr was moved to the normal wards, as the doctors declared him healing quite well from his many wounds. Much to Desmond's and Lucy's relief. But Altaïr was still not awake, which troubled the couple and confused the doctors. There was no telling when he would wake up from this... nothingness.
When Altaïr changed units, Desmond and Luc
---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---Altairism---RELIGIONS OF ASSASSIN'S CREED---3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Altairism is the love of an arrogant, grumpy Assassin who needs to get laid."
"Ezioism is the love of a hot, flirtatious Italian Assassin. "
"Desmondology is the study of all that is Desmond."
"Kadarism is the love of a young Journeyman Assassin who died simply to fuck up emotions."
"Leonardoism is the love of an easily excited inventor who has problems with the concept of personal space."
"Malikism is the love of a one-armed Bureau Leader with a sassy attitude. "
"Shaunism is the love of an angry British man who has problems with third-world countries."
"Clayology is the study of the only Assassin who felt that the walls of Abstergo looked better painted blood red."
"Yusufism is the love for an Assassin who enjoys trolling the others, no matter who it may be."
Seeing White.She sits with her back against the wall,Seeing White.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She outlooks the stars from her window.
something sharp catches the light.
She looks at the moon.
A ghost of a smile graces her face.
She looks at the moon and raises her hand.
With her hand, she leaves a trace of her crimson ribbon,
and tries to tie it around the moon,
the very same,
so that she may take it with her to
A Letter to No OneThe clock ticked against silence,A Letter to No One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.
Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.
A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.
Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.
Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkle hope,
Not one ray from the busy moon.
On the clock’s tick, a rope was hanging.
On the clock’s tock, a form was thrashing.
A tired, hoarse throat gasps for life,
Cut abruptly by the Reaper’s scythe.
Poems on the shelf with an unknown author.
Paintings on the wall left unsigned.
Just another heart trapped in horror,
An unfinished l
SeptemberI don't know why,September2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I still break down and cry,
At times I find myself,
Wanting to shout out for help,
I want to tell you that I love you, but I don't know,
I just don't know if what we had before is possible,
I hope that you'll always remember me,
And the good times that came to be,
Forget the arguments and the fights,
Step out of the shadows and walk into the light,
Maybe one day we'll talk again,
Forgive each other for our sins,
Until then I'll hold it all in,
Because sometimes it takes two to begin,
Honestly, I just want this month to be over,
As days go by I can feel my heart grow colder,
This would've been two years together,
I really thought that it would go on forever,
My phone reminded me, said it would never end,
And when I read that, it dug deep under my skin,
But never is the longest 5 letter word,
Because now your voice may never be heard.
I'm A MonsterDrip...I'm A Monster2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the last warm,
Sticky drop runs out...
I sit there stunned,
Wondering what I've done.
My victim lie motionless,
Gashes and tears
Running across their body,
Head to toe.
The pool of glorious,
Sticky warmth expands,
The flood flowing outwards,
Like a leak in a kiddy pool.
It suddenly hits me...
I'm a monster.
I felt no remorse.
No signs of angst
Or sadness for the
Desecrated pile of flesh
That lay before me.
And as the smell
Of freshly butchered meat
Hang in the air...
I stare around.
The darkness within
Already seeking out
A new target.
Ready to strike once more.
For once the blood
Of a mortal has spilt...
You crave for more,
In a never ending frenzy.
Ready to pounce once more,
I stride off into the shadows.
For here, I bide my time...
Waiting for a new chance
To rip flesh from bone,
And allow the blood to ooze.
Rains of SorrowThe rain is pouringRains of Sorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pouring down sorrows
Pouring down visions
Of what will happen on the morrow
I know I cannot stop it
But at least I can try
Fling my arms wide open,
And beg mercy from the sky
O my lord Zeus!
Why must you plague me?
I played your games, stepped in your traps
I gambled dice with the tendrils of Destiny
What do I get,
For a half-broken wish?
Sorrow upon sorrow
Despair and anguish
Rain, rain, please go away
If you must, come back another day
Come when I am happy and bright,
Come when I have truly found sight
Go trouble the old man,
Sleeping on his porch
Don't harass me
Holder of Fate's torch
Lest it blow out,
Lest the flames die,
I can do nothing
But sit down and cry
Cry for the future, cry for the past
But however bad they are, the present is worse
The present's not a gift
The present is a curse
Graveyard of my dreams,
Dreams that never came true
Dreams of me walking
Slowly towards you
But then you pass by,
Without sparing a glance
This is destiny
Not the child of chan
The Black AvalancheA black cloudThe Black Avalanche2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A darker haunting
The lifeless bodies crawl beneath your feet
Mindless ghouls from Hell shall eat!
The Black Avalanche,
The stormy darker pit
The last life to live,
The last torch you lit!
A black curtain
A darker howl
The mindless jaws taste flesh and spit
A white specter drains life and wit!
This Black Avalanche,
The eleventh hour entwined
This story to crumble upon you,
This creature mutated and revived.
A haunting, deep inside your soul
Creeping, spawning mindless hounds
A ghostly tear on Azrael's face,
Last ray of hope, blasted in space
My haunting, the tentacles of fear.
This disgusting, macabre sight,
The origins of Death and Blight
This never-ending Dirge that plays
My last hope of better days
Your last heartbeat,
Something.Stay away, Keep away,Something.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is this just a game to you?
Can you just pick and choose
who you want to be and play
that wicked act that you do?
Stay away, Keep away,
Pushing people away gives you pain.
Laughing about it just makes it easier
because you love their misery
it plays that loud symphony.
But stay away, Keep away,
Easier to play the game.
Do you find joy in the way you've hurt them?
Short-LivedShort-Lived.Short-Lived2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
I...I can't take it anymoreI...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just want to scream
I'm done with the world
I'm done with all of it's means
I broke under pressure
I wish I could rewind
I wish I was back to a time that was mine
I can't wish for a better life, it won't come true
I can only say I'm done with you
I'm sick of hearing my tears
I'm tired of my sobs
I'm exhausted to think of what I could never have
I could never have what I call a good life
I can't do it any longer
InsomniaInsomniaInsomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From somewhere else at about midnight
Nights are so quiet over and over again
Sometimes more, sometimes less homely too quietly
Every now and then the star-spattered sky appears, but it appears never complete
A wonderful view of these stars and the black infinity. I can't avoid it. I don't want to
To fall asleep lying under the star-spattered sky is drop-dead gorgeous
Without any persecution, without any fear and anger 'cause anger blinds
This is where I live
The silence and the peace, a kinda celestial peace
Thoughts circle in the most different directions, as is sometimes the case
Not uncommonly worried thoughts as always
I know that many people in the world live in horror and persecution, execution
The reasons are many-sided as well as one-sided
Hypocritical backward ideologies for so much misery in the world are responsible
Environmental disasters unannounced and announced appear one after another
Neglect and the daily grief of children, most to die from neglect
Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.Domestic Abuse2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.
She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even though she flinches whenever his fists begin clenching.
She is blindly caught up in a relentless and traumatic cyclic system.
How much more will she have to take?
How many more bones does she have to break?
How many times can she label his actions as a harmless mistake?
When will she realise that she does not have to be subjected to her mother's fate?
When will sh
I'm freeI'm freeI'm free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I passed hell hours ago
I reach up
But no one takes hold
They scorn me
For I am lower than they
Reaching new depths
Losing sight of the sun
But at least I can say
I will never reach
That lowly place
You have stooped to
And because of that
Shadowy SongA night so fitfulShadowy Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She falls asleep
In the deadly trees
A smile curves her full grown lips
As a song unconsciously spins out
A song so melodious
But disturbing and dark
That Death feels pain
In his blackened heart
Into the night
He searches for her
Until he finds her singing
Singing as a corpse
Away he takes her disturbed spirit
And away she goes
Into a deadly place
HopeHope is just the liesHope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's okay
Because a lot of things are lies
HelloYou don't know who I amHello2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd like to
In the middle of the street,
Watching cars go by
Hearing them honk their
Noisy horns at us,
So that I'll have at least
And been loved
Once before I
SlenderBetter keep moving,Slender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evade his deadly grasp.
His long, tendril arms
Inching ever closer.
Nothing will stop him.
Darkness hides him,
Obscured by the vast
Unknown. But he's always...