GalaxyTake my hand, and follow me through the garden of stars,Galaxy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Towards the nebulas, and galaxies afar.
Lead me down the path of eternity,
Down into heaven's city.
Your love is like a flower blooming still,
Yet nothing you say is nothing you feel.
The thorn twisted deep into your side,
The last flicker of hope inside me died.
A firefly in the embers of dusk,
The silver grating of an elephant tusk.
The sparkle of glitter over my eye,
Twinkling, Glittering, like a firefly.
That spark you ignite as we go along,
The emotion in this sweet-sounding song.
The glow of your eyes as you turn to me,
Is enough to melt the galaxy.
Eternity of evening sky,
If I left, would you cry?
If I died, would you scream?
Would I be living in your dreams?
Heart when shattered
Heaved to heal
When faith had mattered,
When love was real.
In a marble world, I make my way,
Past the floors and walls of clay,
Laughter lightens up my face,
As I sigh, and tell myself,
Life is not a race.
But life IS, yet, a marathon,
The Archer's Legacy-Part One Sunlight flittered through the canopy of leaves above. The smell of flowers and ripened fruit rode the small breeze like horsemen, ruffling the grass. Birds chirped as if celebrating the warm, spring day. An arrow whistled, cutting through the air as if it were nothing.The Archer's Legacy-Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It stuck cleanly at the center of an assortment of red and white circles. Lucinda, a maiden of seventeen with night black hair and dark chocolate eyes notched another arrow into the taught string of her bow. The black and red arrow shot past fifty yards of trees and shrubbery to pierce the back of the previous arrow, splitting it in half.
Lucinda allowed her arms to fall. "What a waste," she murmured. "I'll have to make more, I suppose."
The girl crossed the expanse of forest quickly, long hair trailing behind her. Thin, graceful f
Mutation. 1.1"Help me ... Help ... get her away ... it ..."Mutation. 1.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence. Only sounds of spring night; the wind, lightly buzzing insect, very quiet, barely perceptible sound of the footsteps of a small animal in the grass covered with frost, neighborhood dog's bark, who was alarmed by something. But it were the natural sounds of the evening life, which is not quite asleep. In addition, the deep silence enveloped the small town named Hole Valley, which 300 years ago, a boor named a hole. Now, however, the name didn't fit here because the city has grown and modernized, and although it certainly was not like Los Angeles or Miami, it was not a village. Neither hole. And the more to add, not village-hole, in slight translation a place where is more dinosaurs than people. Silence was also five minutes ago, before the dull, audible only to one man cry, disturbed the peace of Ian Carr, who was lying in his bed. Although he didn't open his eyes, because the dream was too deep to be able to just stop.