Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
AgaclarAgaclar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bugün parkta yürüyordum
gerisi laf-ü güzaftı
parklar vardı şehirlerin zengin muhitlerinde
Gerisi Laf-ü Güzaftı...
bugün ben zengin muhitinde çalışıyordum
şehirlerde en çok ağaç orada vardı
parkta hislenerek yürüdüm
uluyordu kainat topraktan başlayarak
hisleniyordum gözpınarlarımdan başlayarak
ağaçlar uluyordu yapraklarımdan başlayarak
durdum. bir banka oturdum
bugün ağaçlara seni düşündüm...
Echo przeszlosci 12Echo przeszlosci 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zostałem sam w hotelowym pokoju.
Siedziałem na brzegu wysokiego łóżka, zapewne wygodnego dla reszty świata.
Ale nie dla mnie.
Opierając przedramiona na udach, patrzyłem się tępo w biały, włochaty dywan. Szurałem po nim nogą, sprawdzając jego miękkość.
Czułem się tak, jakbym podjął najgorszą decyzję w życiu.
I nie chodziło o to, że jestem setki kilometrów od domu. W innej kulturze, której nie znam, która w sumie nigdy mnie nie interesowała. Bez znajomości specyficznego języka tego państwa. Że jestem w wielkim mieście, podobno w jednym z najdroższych na świecie.
Nie chodziło o to.
Wtedy największym moim dramatem było to, że nie miałem swojego materaca.
I to nie był lęk.
To była panika.
Bo miałem tam zostać kilka miesięcy i by
First BreakThis poem isn't written by me. It's by a person close to me...copyrighted to JRPFirst Break4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
long slide down
velvet green harsh
flourescent light coned
cut by vague smoke
damp whiskey sweat
loitering on skin
woodshaft smooth between
turning it sleek
aftershocks of contact
reverbing into hands
howling black clad
chopped down Hogs
honky tonk laughter
"how long you been out"
roll bump fall twist
slow final lay
solid down cue
again placing smashed
cig between lips
eyes half closed
pulled back to
DreamsI stumble and fall into your reassuring arms. Tears crease my face as your presence calm's me.Dreams5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You bring your lips to mine in a sign of a fateful promise
Making me moan yearning for more
I feel a smile upon your lips
I am content for this moment but still hope for more
I walk aimlessly in darkness, hoping for the day to come when i will finally see,
My dear, dear love, I dream for your smile
What is life without a dream,
I never want to know because then I'll never hold you,
be with you my dear, dear love.
I wake to the sound of eager whispers
They have come for me
Oh how it pains me everyday
As a new needle comes forth and takes me away
To a place of pain and dismay
In the lab in which I hope and pray
For a day to come, for you to take me away
To a place of kisses and hugs each day I will finally see.
My dear love,
I dream for a day when I will see you smile
The World of Schism-Mundus SagaThe World of Schism-Mundus Saga Plot SummeryThe World of Schism-Mundus Saga5 years ago in Settings More Like This
By: DW Tyn
This is a saga that is placed in a time after the end of our Universe. Mankind and the few assortments of other sentient beings in our Universe exist in a pocket dimension on Schism-Mundus, a massive, artificial, cubed-shaped world with six sides the size of super continents and was created by a race of god-like super-beings known as 'The Sustainers.'
This saga begins when war-hero and knight, Sir Icon Griffon, returns home to the Capital of the Kingdom of Great Corazon; after being wounded and scarred after a skirmish with an unknown assailant while campaigning in the Edge-Lands.
The queen of Great Corazon, Jacqueline the Young, hosted a home-coming feast in honor of Sir Griffon; in which he invited many of his dear friends who were foreign dignitaries and other well-known servants to the crown (Who incidentally all have their own eccentricities and stories.). The feast was going well, until the royal palace was attacked by soldi
Mama's Jewell - Introduction Jewell was fourteen and travelling by train farther than she'd ever been in her life. She was going to San Francisco to meet her mother for the first time. She'd been on a train once before. She went to Galveston when she was nine, with her cousins Alda and Nettie to see lots of water, but this time she had to get dressed up and carry her meals in a cardboard box.Mama's Jewell - Introduction4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jewell was scared. She was even scared of the train itself, but she sat upright, her face solemn. Still, her thoughts jumped from the past to the unknown future while she struggled for bravery. There were so many strangers here!
She thought about Grandma, who hugged her tight at the little train station at home and said, "Jewell, you'll be back. You be good to your Mama. The way of the transgressor is hard." She thought about Daddy, who didn't wanted her to leave Texas and chased the train, waving 'til he couldn't keep up, 'til he was a
Cursed With ScalesCursed With ScalesCursed With Scales4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Based on an idea by V8Arwing67
By Echo Wing
"Come on, Lizzie! Get a move on!"
Elizabeth Greene groaned with some frustration at her friend's excited state as she caught up. "Kate, come on! Honestly, what's the rush here? It's just a craft fair."
Her enthusiasm hardly dampened, Kate Bell quickly grinned and explained, "Yeah, but this fair is only one day a year! One day, Liz! If we don't rush, we could miss out on something great!" She rushed off towards the site of the craft fair, a large park that was already packed tents and booths, and called, "Let's go already!"
Liz rolled her eyes as she followed her friend, wondering exactly how she could have so much enthusiasm. She didn't see much point in craft fairs like this; what point was there in going to something like this to get ceramics and home-made jewelry and assorted other knick-knacks when the Internet existed, after all? Going about it like this would only mean dealing with bugs and the weather and
safetyin awesafety7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strolled in fire
as if in verdant pasture
holding close secrets
flame in your spell
dispelled all madness
you appeared ablaze
who would care to
would not dare to
what was real
what was not
strong - proud
you emerged unscathed
having realized you
my heart stays
in your care
so it abides
from this focused mind
gliding to yours
one third Earth distant
love and reverence
past paths of divergence
to hold in certainty
here and here-forward
1 4 3 eternity
llp - sep2008
revision - feb2011 - dA
aug13/2011 - DLD
The Parapack: Origin part 1As a big bright moon shine on the streets of steam city, which just as quiet as the moon in space. Then back on earth, a man runs for his life while perils falling out of his bag, hearing sirens behind his back, gaining him. He quickly ran in the dark alley making the police car goes round. Running fast as he can, he spot an abandon laboratory and ran out of alley went into abandon building as the police saw and got out the car after him.The Parapack: Origin part 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Man, they been pretty desperate nowadays" said the policemen.
"Yeah I know such a damn shame. They always have to do the hard way, which is very irritating" said the other policemen, walking aside him as they enter the building.
In the dark dusty laboratory, the man slowly walked to keep quiet, finding sometime hide until to the policemen leaves. Until he stumble and grabs a cloth while falling on his face. Giving up, he then sees a bright glow beneath the cloth. Pulling it, revealed a glass tank filled with a strange purple glowing liquid
Port in the Storm - PW-R-047Port in the StormPort in the Storm - PW-R-0473 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So this is Canterville!" As her Dragonite shot through the air overhead, Cass turned back to her sister and noted, "You didn't mention how small it is! It's charming!"
Alex smiled and countered, "Just wait until you meet the folks living here!" Hot Shot landed softly near the small town's Pokémon Center, and the two sisters slid off his back. As Cass recalled him, Alex continued, "Getting to Rachel's boutique or the Smith farm from here shouldn't be a problem. Worst case scenario, I can ask for directions."
"Assuming one of the locals doesn't realize who you are and calls in the press, anyway." At her sister's uneasy shrug, Cass added, "Hey, it could happen."
"Well, I'm hoping it doesn't. Dealing with the paparazzi at home is bad enough, but dealing with them here? That'd be even worse." She put the thought aside and continued, "Anyway, the folks I know won't be in a big rush to draw attention to anyone, let alone me. I'm sure we'll be fine."
"Look! It's Alex Ma
The Black Bag The problem was simple, really. I was a little too drunk. Me and my buddy Jake though, we found it simple to walk with a stagger and laugh a little too loud, a simple problem. The day was pretty good, pretty drunk.The Black Bag5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The hours passed easy until Max came out of his pawnshop. Max never leaves his pawnshop. He looked so worried and strange I had to squint to be sure it was him. He got us interested, walking toward my buddy and me with trouble written all over his face. Trouble is something a man can relate to from time to time, somehow.
Max walked right up to us and put his hand on my shoulder, thowing me off balance for his remark.
"I need your help, boys," he said.
Jake laughed. "Hey, Max needs our help!"
I nodded and tried to look serious to hide the surprise that made me want to laugh too. I thought it could b
Odd Jobs: Chapter TwelveOdd Jobs: Chapter Twelve5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Laurewen was treated to breakfast in bed. It was late morning when Garadun had woken up, and he'd left his lover to doze while he went to the kitchen to make breakfast. It had been a first for him, waking up with a women in bed beside him. And an incredibly beautiful one at that. It was a damn good feeling.
They had made love all through the evening and into the night. Over and over again with nice breaks in-between, and then more lovemaking. A fresh young body and a lifetime of missing out meant he had a lot to make up for. Laurewen was ecstatic. Her new lover was an eager pupil, anxious to learn anything and everything that would please her. He also loved giving her oral sex, something too many men didn't do. She couldn't get enough. With great care she taught him technique, positions, gave him secrets of what made a woman wet, what made her come, what helped make her his. While not having much pillow time, as she pu
DriftYour voice is a beacon calling out to me, telling me to find you. But your cry for help is faraway.Drift3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But you mean so much to me. I can't let you go. I was your friend once, but you then move away from my life.
The beacon fades into obscurity, your screams goes into deaf ears But that doesn't put around my goal of finding you.
In the darkest of hour you were my light, I would do now the same to you. You were there for me, when I was down.
Our time, is never strained. But now your in danger, you tell me in my heart, and soul. For now I set off into unknown lands.
To find you, so one day, I can see your smile on your face once again. You mean the world to me, I would never let you go.
I traverse the harsh oceans, going where the winds sent me, the cold wet area waves, cold as ice, freeze my body, but not m
Mirage ReduxMirage Redux4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the Summer Powwow, and I feel like a little kid let loose in a toy store.
Other women put silverwork, beaded belts and more in booths that circle the empty dance area.
Under canvas-rigged shade, chairs are saved for Indian elders.
My chair's in full sun, but I don't care.
I prepared for that with sunblock. It's hot and though I'm kind-of Cheyenne, it's a very small part. The outside of me is quite fair, though in the winter my hair is dark. I'd be sunburnt in seconds since today I wore a halter top and shorts.
The master of ceremonies is just like the M.C.s all powwows seem to have.
He tries the microphone.
"Testing!" he shouts. "One, two, three! Testing! Heya, everybody! Gonna be great day, early birds! We got four drums com
Misunderstood RevengeThe night was dark as the storm was brutal. Rain found its way onto the few exposed places of my skin where it stung like icy needles. The wind was deafening. Flashes of lightning blinded me just as much as the darkness that preceded them. Thunder rolled like the snarls of an angry beast. But even with the chaos around us, still my enemy and I stared at each other in a tense standoff across our small battlefield. Neither of us moved, barely breathing in the tension.Misunderstood Revenge5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
We had met before on the field of battle. So evenly matched were we that a victor could never be crowned. Now our wills battled in the tense air of the pre-battle stance. We each waited to see who would make the first move. The time for fighting was nigh, we could both feel it, creeping under our skins, into our hearts and heads. We were at an understanding for this battle. This would be our last meeting.
FatalistI sit here holding youFatalist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you hold with all your might
On to your last breath
My love, my only
Do not leave me
My thoughts are with you
The light shines in your eyes
One last time
Then you are gone
My cries of anguish
Send the murders of crows flying
The raven's wings circle over head
In that moment
My soul was reborn
Reborn in your crimson blood
I am yours forever and always
I am become death
None shall survive my gaze
Cloaked in shadows
Protected by the night mother
Life and death are mine
I control who lives and who dies
The ravens announce my coming
The sound of their wings
Is the sound of my robes
As I stalk my prey
"Protect me o' mother of night
O' All Father steady my hand
Grant me blood this night"
I shall never fall
Never go to death's cold embrace
This the Norns have decreed
I am the judgment in the night
The last breath of an elder
The life blood of a warrior
I am eternal, everlasting
Revenge is beautiful but
My vengeance won't be merciful
I have been set free
I am the fear
3. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist' If you're just beginning to read this, please refer to number one to know who's who.3. The True Journal of a Fake 'Communist'3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was a very young writer, so don't expect good writing--look for some interesting storytelling instead.
Pat is really nice to talk to because she's been very happy and has all sorts of interesting things to say and, more than that, she listens well to what you have to say. I really dig her enthusiasm for music too (it's the sort I like!). I would feel more out of touch with all the old hard-rock concert scenes if she wasn't here to play records and talk all the "latent groupie" rap! The others, especially Terry (and sometimes John) get tired of our record-playing, but it sure helps when you miss that stuff, and we've all gotten into good dancing from them.
Dean came over from Libre and there was a lot of talk about domes, that was fun.
Plans flew for our idea to build a sixty-fo
XXV. Forgotten Liberty.XXV. Forgotten Liberty.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ne vois-tu pas le mal infect
qui s'écrit dans la liberté
l'occlusion seule est le squelette
que portent nos amours ratées
Ne vois-tu pas la tyrannie
comme un espoir de mots en fuites
et l'illusoire comme un pays
qui n'a pas plus d'ombres interdites
Ne vois-tu pas ce que tu perds
en étant le seul à blâmer
et cette vie comme un désert
que tu te perds à condamner
Il te faudrait sentir la peur
sentir son joug près de ta tempe
sentir ce dernier fossoyeur
venant te foutre sa trempe
Ne vois-tu pas ce que tu perds
en éludant la tyrannie
qui sera toujours dans nos chairs
et dont nous sommes le pays
Ne vois-tu pas la liberté
qui n'est que de la tyrannie
et le plaisir à continuer
de n'être qu'un astre maudit
Ne vois-tu pas la perfection
dans les plus fins tressaillements
et la Beauté dans l'illusion
de notre propre internement
Ne vois-tu pas comment sublimes
nous sommes oppressés par le Mal
Deadpool is Nobody's HeroDeadpool is Nobody's HeroDeadpool is Nobody's Hero5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Most times I'm not a hero
Because the things I do
Ain't considered heroic
But there are a few
I'm a hero to the sick
Who will never be well
Who suffer each day
In a living hell
I'm a hero to the ugly
Who stare down their peers
Do what they want
Despite the cold jeers
I'm a hero to those souls
Those who are drenched in their sins
With cold hardened hearts
That will never be clean
I'm not a hero
But I stand for something
If only the doomed and the damned
I'm nobody's hero.
MARVEL Meets SEGA Book 1 Chap 1Marvel Meets SEGA 1: The Amazing HedgeSpider!MARVEL Meets SEGA Book 1 Chap 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Along Came a Spider...
It was just another day at the Empire City High School, students were either studying, texting, or, as in the case of one Peter 'Sonic' the hedgehog and his adopted brother Miles 'Tails', being beaten up by bullies.
"So you think you're fast, huh 'Sonic'?" Jettison Q. Hawkington, aka 'Jet' the hawk, said as he punched him hard in the gut.
"I'm certainly faster than you, Jettison." Sonic said, only to receive another kick to the face in response.
"Shut up, Peter! You and your geeky freak of a friend are NOT faster than me!" Jet angrily yelled just as the bell rang.
"C'mon Jet, we'll finish up later." Jessica 'Wave' the Swallow said.
"Fine, later wimps." Jet said he and his two friends ran back into the school.
Sonic slowly picked himself up and gathered his fallen books and papers. "You okay Tails?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." the fox cub said, rubbing the two tails which gave birth to his nick-name.
Marcus Fenix Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 MovesetMarcus Fenix Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Game Series: Gears of War
First Appearance: Gears of War (2006)
Voice Actor: John DiMaggio
Health: 1,000,000 HP Points
Power Ranking (Out of 7):
Energy Projection: 1
Fighting Ability: 5
A current soldier in the COG army, Marcus Fenix is the leader of Team Delta, a squad consisting of himself, Dominic Santiago, Baird and Cole. His skills in the field is leagues ahead of that of a normal COG soldier, and his advancements in weaponry makes him a powerful foe. He and his team fight to rid the world of an alien race known as the Locust, also coming into contact with that of a liquid race known as the Lambent, infecting the Locust to make their own soldiers.
Assist Alpha: Cleaver (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Mulcher
Assist Beta: Lancer Fire (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: Mulcher
Assist Gamma: Frag Grenade (Shot, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Mulcher