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Spuren im Sand - Footprints in the SandSpuren im Sand - Footprints in the Sand7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deutsch / German
*** Spuren im Sand ***
Eines Nachts hatte ich einen Traum:
Ich ging am Meer entlang mit meinem Herrn.
Vor dem dunklen Nachthimmel
erstrahlten, Streiflichtern gleich,
Bilder aus meinem Leben.
Und jedes Mal sah ich zwei Fußspuren im Sand,
meine eigene und die meines Herrn.
Als das letzte Bild an meinen Augen
vorüber gezogen war, blickte ich zurück.
Ich erschrak, als ich entdeckte,
dass an vielen Stellen meines Lebensweges
nur eine Spur zu sehen war.
Und das waren gerade die schwersten
Zeiten meines Lebens.
Besorgt fragte ich den Herrn:
„Herr, als ich anfing, dir nachzufolgen,
da hast du mir versprochen,
auf a
Aurori's Advent: Chapter 13.2She woke abed with heavy porridge poultices wrapped around her shins and calves. Terror chased away lingering slumber as Aishe choked, “Are they-?”Aurori's Advent: Chapter 13.23 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kilian sat up in his chair. “No love. They won't scar. That's just to keep the swelling down and guard against blood poisoning.”
He sighed. Sadness in his gentle eyes struck her worse than any magic Rina could have hurled at her. “I wish you'd been honest with me about how that hurt you. God love, you know I hate slavery too.”
She hid her face with her hands. “I thought I'd put it aside. But it came back when you left.” She sniffed. “No, that's not true either. I only told myself I'd put it aside, Kilian. But I didn't realize how much I wanted to tear that whole damned house to the ground until you'd left. I was so stupid!”
“Impetuous,” he replied with a hand on her knee. “It's one of the things I love about you. I can't blam
BerriroseShe came at me with hand-fulls of mallow,Berrirose3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet I countered her with marigolds and regarded her with mint.
My love lies bleeding in soil that will not yield to the till, rocks too jagged to plough
through.
Her orchid face and oxeye daisy smile thrust her bouquet forward...again.
I returned the gesture with striped carnations.
She laughed and left me confused while pointing down to the mud at my feet.
"It all grows in that mud, silly boy" she stated with her eyes.
In my wallow I had forgotten that it had started raining.
Reflection Chapter 5 He was haunted. Never before had he felt this way about anyone, least of all someone he just set eyes on. Out of nowhere a tiny wisp of a girl with a forest of raven winged hair and pale hazel eyes came into the Ruins and his mind. How it was possible that, in the instance where he looked into the small mirror he used to look into the Ruins, someone looked back at him? In those pale eyes he saw a reflection of his own heart: pain and sorrow that hung over the both of them like a thick veil, an inner torment that he never thought could reside in someone else. He was unable to feel this way since…Reflection Chapter 56 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He shook the thought out of his mind. She was the last person he wanted to think about, and for very good reason. After what she did to him, he would never give her any power over him again.
The Aurori Saga: A SynopsisThe Aurori Saga is a historical fantasy set in an alternate 16th century Central Europe. Many of the myths and legends that comprised the folklore of the period (and classic myths in general) are true, or at least have one foot in reality. The divergence from our history that creates the “Aurori-verse” occurs after the Battle of Mohacs, the battle that marked the end of the Kingdom of Hungary at the hands of the Turkish Empire (Ottoman was a term not used at the time).The Aurori Saga: A Synopsis6 months ago in Settings More Like This
In Aurori's Blood, The Order of the Dragon forms the final bastion of the broken field and attempts to rally the Hungarian forces. But with the King and Commander already dead, there is no hope of victory. They retreat into the swamps, but adamantly refuse the Turkish demand of surrender. Before Count Janos of Sterntoren, the Dracul of the Order, returns to his fastness, he is given word of his wife's death while delivering his stillborn son. The news breaks the last hold on faith he posses
Heart of Thorns Chapter 6 I’ve been helping Kyndsie with the mutant kittens for the past week or so. I’m grateful that Wes is allergic to cats and tends to avoid the mutant kittens ever since the incident with Nippy. I don’t think I would be able to talk to him since the Professor made it perfectly clear that she doesn’t want him to get involved with the other Succubi. I just hope he keeps to that rule, even if Mara is trying her hardest to corrupt him.Heart of Thorns Chapter 66 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Layla has tried to talk to me about Wes, but I’ve resorted to just listening to her tell me what he’s been doing. The Professor has placed him with the experimental foods for starters, which mainly involves the Professor’s Star Juice, Liquid Insanity, and her newest project: bouncing marshmallows. So far poor Wes has gotten the stuff in his hair, accidently eaten it, and may have literally started bouncing off of the walls of the lab. If
Liquid painPain in liquid formLiquid pain7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dripping from the sky
No umbrella in my hand
Standing in a open field
Standing here
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Drop by drop reality shatters
Drowning in a flood of pain
Never again growing numb
No more sedatives to take
It is over
The parasite calls out my nameThe parasite calls out my name,The parasite calls out my name7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calling to tempt me into darkness.
Going though this world with an ally,
But is she truly a friend or foe.
The parasitic invasion is spreading,
I must continue battling to free my body.
The parasite wont leave me alone,
It will tempt me in this deep hatred.
Falling victim to this parasite,
Feeling my utter resolve falter.
The parasite calls out my name,
The sentient virus is getting stronger....
Autumn impressions autumn' Autumn impressionsAutumn impressions autumn'8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
autumn's first cold whipping lashes
turn the falling leaves to flames
swinging berries in the bushes
squirrels playing their last games
apples laughing in the trees crest
waiting for my hand to harvest
hedgehogs rumbling in the bushes
looking for their winter nest
some last roses in the garden
wet and cold and brought to rest
sparkling logs in fireplaces
on the lanes the rotting leaves
quiet ponds with icy gazes
spidergirl her last net weaves
shaken by the wind from west.
(time-o-space Oct 31, 2012
Ese espacio importanteEse espacio importante...Ese espacio importante8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Casi sin darme cuenta me encuentro en la cima de la montaña, ya descendiendo...
Después de haber recorrido muchos caminos...
De abrir y cerrar infinidad de puertas...
Con una sensación de vacío tan grande...
A veces me invade una percepción desagradable...
La de sentir que nadie llena ese espacio importante...
A pesar de vivir rodeado de personas y sentimientos...
Estar como en una isla sin retorno, sin soluciones...
Se acabó el tiempo de buscar, de esperar...
Mi libro tiene un final que ya lo se de antemano...
Para que ilusionarme con un cuento de fantasía...
Se muy bien, que ciertas cosas no se hacen reales...
E
The LionThe Lion8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And when you feel weak
Alone,
Don't know what else to do
Scream, and The Protector will come
He will come from the sky
Under the form of a lion
The Lion of Judah, the Protector
The Lion will defend you with his mighty claws,
and with just a growl,
He will scare your enemies
The Lion will get closer to you,
and in a solenn act,
He will bow before you
He will lay on the grass and ask you to join him,
and He will say:
I am the Lion that defends the valouble ones,
the weak and the virtuous.
The Lion always will be there
He always will be close
To defend the valouble ones.
BooksBooks8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between the old and dusty shelves
Lurks the most powerful weapon made by man.
The most powerful atomic bomb?
No
A serum that gives strength to men?
No
A super advanced robot?
No.
What kind of gun is that?
Man-made
That was not meant to kill
Or not to show superiority to all nations?
Among the old and dusty shelves,
Books are hidden
Books that contain all the keys
For wisdom
And key to other worlds,
Those yours, so old yellish books
Prisoners on their shelves dirty
Scream silently
Begging for their secrets to be read
Revealed,
Cautiously.
The girl picks up a yellow book from the shelf,
Sitting on the icy ground
Blow t
TU CUERPO EMANA ESENCIASMi amor, yo te necesito para ser feliz,TU CUERPO EMANA ESENCIAS8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
porque el sonido de tu voz alegra mi espíritu y
tu cercanía a mi despierta todos mis sentidos.
entran todos los aromas de tu piel por mis sentidos,
mi corazón acelera sus latidos cada vez más,
cuando pienso en ti, si estas junto a mi cada día,
el tiempo pasa sin sentir.
Todo mi cuerpo excitado y candente,
cuando tú me susurras al oído muy suave,
tus poros emanan los perfumes de mi locura,
los más seductores y dulces fluidos corporales,
que jamás hayan emanado nunca de mi cuerpo,
con otra mujer a mi lado que no seas tú.
Mírame
ARDIENTE DUCHA DE AMOR Recuerdas mis manos acariciar tu,ARDIENTE DUCHA DE AMOR8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
aterciopelado y sensual cuerpo,
esas manos que sabían cómo y
dónde acariciar con todo mi amor,
como hacer que tu cuerpo ardiera de,
en llamas por el deseo y la pasión,
tus suaves manos que bajo la fina lluvia,
de la ducha recorrían cada centímetro,
de tu sedoso y escultural cuerpo.
Mientras mis sedosos labios te besaban,
una y otra vez mientras tus manos,
acariciaban mis brazos, mi espalda
humedecida y mojada hasta llegar.
a tus más deseados glúteos tersos y
duros continuando su camino,
una y otra vez.
Iban y venían por tu piel,
sub
Don't Cry for the MoonDon't cry for the moonDon't Cry for the Moon9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the mistakes you have done
in a insanity attack
You've killed your lover
How could you do that?!
You've killed your reason of living!
You got her in your arms,gently
kissed her cold lips,
embrased her limp body and cried for the moon.
Don't cry for the moon
for the mistakes you have done
what is done, is done
You will have to put up with the blame and the shame
You will have to put up with your sorrow and nightmares
And forever you will be known as:
Murder
Once Happy DreamOnce Happy DreamOnce Happy Dream9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What was once given has now been ripped from me.
A love once was given from a fragile heart to you so free.
Laughter and joy has now a dark cold shadow, filled with loneliness that is all I now see.
My soul burns with a fire from all of my souls tears.
Holding on to what slips through figure tips grip; growing is hells nightmarish fears.
Who sins shall I be forced, too pay for; how long will this fragile heart stay strong.
You are everything; even now as I sit lost my love still lasts for forever's walk is long.
Clawing, reaching, and stretching for your warm light to free me from my darkness.
Were these forgotten me
Dismantle all of your heroes. Dismantle all of your heroes.Dismantle all of your heroes. 1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Punch them all off of their respective mantles
and watch them crash
One by One by glorious One
to the floor where they can be objectively scrutinized.
Poke, prod, dislodge their fallacies and embrace their
truths and horrors. They are all people. People are
imperfect. All of my so called heroes bask in their
illicit ugliness.
I no longer have heroes.
What I now have...is potential peers.
Woman Of GoldWoman of gold, secrets oldWoman Of Gold8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and a blacksmith's longing bind her.
Woman of gold, bosom cold,
never became a mistress kinder.
Una segunda oportunidad.Ella miró el reloj de su muñeca,son las dos,extrañamente,el tren había llegado con más de veinte minutos de adelanto,quizás ere el destino,inexplicable sabiendo demás como funcionaba el ferrocarril.Una segunda oportunidad.8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
La estación,nueva para ella,estaba totalmente en plena ebullición,hora punta.
Inspeccionó con su mirada el amplio espacio de la estación buscando la puerta de los aseos,después de horas de viaje necesitaba refrescarse un poco,revisar su aspecto ante el espejo.
Estaba tranquila de momento,no sabía cuanto duraría así,la vida le daba otra oportunidad,una segunda oportunidad,en toda la amplitud de la palabra.
Quien le iba a decir a ella que se encont
Mi muerte amadaMi muerte amadaMi muerte amada6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ahora que te espero con ansia
ahora que en la noche te llamo
ahora que te quiero abrazar
ahora,tu no vienes.
Tantas veces que me quisistes llevar
tantas veces que me perseguistes
tantas veces que luche contra ti
ahora tu,no vienes.
Ya que la noche se acerca
ya que la fuerza se acaba
ya que mis manos son débiles
ahora tu,no vienes.
Sin miedo ninguno a que me beses
sin miedo ninguno a que me arrastres
sin miedo ninguno abrazarte
ahora tu,no vienes.
Esto que estoy sufriendo es peor
que tu nombre..
la inconciencia que me abruma
es peor que tu nombre
tu nombre,tu nombre...
quiero pronunciar y no puedo
mis labios ya no me dejan
Un viaje de placer.-Otra vez la dichosa maleta! eso que no estaba rebajada ,Dios!..Un viaje de placer.6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Calma,mucha calma,estamos en un viaje de placer,o no?
-Ja! si!!!!! que se enganche una rueda no lo va a fastidiar.Recuerda llevas todo?..billetes? en el bolso están(revisaré de nuevo)
Irene detuvo su marcha,abrió el bolso de mano,si se puede decir así porque allí cabía de todo,rebusco entre todas las cosas que había metido en él para cerciorarse de que los billetes estaban en su sitio.
-Si!! están!!menos mal! no sería la primera vez que tendría que darse la vuelta porque se
los dejara encima de la mesita de noche.
Rápido,tienes justo media hora ,facturar será rápido,gracia
DespiertameEn el lecho de mi camaDespiertame1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
por debajo de la tela
aún respiro,
el aliento de tu boca
tu perfume aún lo exhalo
esnifando cada gota derramada.
En un suspiro de tiempo
las cortinas de los ojos
se plegaban.
Las palomas de tus manos
vuelan alborotadas.
Surcan la cumbres,
tocan con sus alas
los picos rosados
de mi piel nevada.
Y los besos de tu labios
van llenado...
el valle de mis caderas,
las siembran de anhelo...
de ansias enajenadas.
La humedad de mi deseo
resbala.
Como sombras de la noche
nos movemos en las sábanas,
arrugando ,deshelando nuestra cama...
Si algún día vuelves,despiertame...
porque me dorm&iacu
Ni una sola palabra mas.Ni una sola palabra más,Ni una sola palabra mas.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
detén tu reloj en el tiempo,
e imagina un mundo
un mundo solo para dos,
tu y yo.
Imagíname entre tus brazos
pegada a ti,ser con ser.
Imagina tus labios,
bebiendo de mí.
Yo,te imaginare entre mis piernas,
saciándome de ti.
Imagina, solo unos segundos,
toda una vida empapado en mi.
Ni una sola palabra más...
solo tus cinco sentidos.
La vista para contemplarme,
toda entera.
El gusto para saborearme,
y romperme por dentro de placer.
El tacto para acariciarme,
hasta lo más profundo de mi ser.
El oído para escucharme
y pedirte..otra vez.
El olfato para quedarte,
Esperando tu suspiroEsperando tu suspiroEsperando tu suspiro7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
En la inmensidad de la noche, siempre te encuentro…
A pesar de saber que ya no estas, entre los millones de estrellas…
Sigues ahí, en ese lugar tan especial, que permanecerá forever…
La luna siempre nos estaba observando, cómplice…
De tantos momentos de felicidad vividos…
Hoy nos hemos quedado con la noche fría y oscura…
Pero con el alma cargada de recuerdos imborrables…
Un año más es una experiencia enorme de sabiduría…
Quisiera correr y poder darte un abrazo interminable…
Pero ya no llegan mis palabras, ni mi
Sta.sh
