Knight.I am your knight, your only knight.Knight.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My armor shines and reflects,
The glow of your smile,
The beauty of your face.
I bow to you as I watch with love,
Your graceful movements and gestures
Lit a fire with inside of me.
Burning with love, filled with warmth,
Following you anywhere, I'll never let you go,
I am your knight, your protector.
I raise my shield to cover you.
I promise to you that, I'll never fail you,
My love for you is too strong to let me fail.
Like a lions grip, Ill never let you go.
Ill never let you get hurt.
My armor protects me; My pride carries its weight.
My love acts as my shield, to protect you.
I give you my heart, so I know you'll be safe.
-The Bondish, My love for you is strong.
Guards Of The Independence DayMy, Miss, do not neglect theeGuards Of The Independence Day3 years ago in Settings More Like This
We guard these streets, pastures and fields
Dogs of war... we will watch over you tonight
Oath sworn to you under attention rest and gaze of steel
We sport armor covers; your love keeps our flame of life
We carry swords to slay; praying to God they come to no use
We store photos of our lovers; those whom we fight for the most
We march these streets; we Guards of the Independence Day
A pang of sadness is dulling in my heart as I remember
I fight for my loved ones and for my country; doing my job
Freedom ain't free and I will stand in harm's way for you
Regret shall not be had if it is my blood shed in defense
They will bury me in an open field under my waving flag
Songs of praise and pain will carry in the wind that day
Fellow Guards can attest there was no regret and shall never be
And that I still stand watch over all of you tonight
My, Miss, do not neglect my brothers and me
All of us returning with smiles into open arms
We shall return every rotation to
RetreatI have abandoned battle, savored peaceRetreat3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and lost my weapons deep in sacred ground.
I have sought sweet mercy - God's own release
and prayed for his swift justice to abound.
I have walked past the soldiers in the street
and heard their cries run shameless without sound -
the tired, shuffling resonance of feet.
And in the morning's chilled and angry blast,
I recognize the music of retreat
as if I saw the ghosts that knew my past
gathering at the tables for a feast.
Then God allow these thoughts to be my last
for I have hopes my blessings will increase
and the dark symphony of war will cease.
A Soldier's PoemA Soldier's Poem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You have the shoulders that carry the burden
of a nation in great despair;
You have the eyes of a broken man
who witnessed a childs last breath of air;
You have the arms of a hero so sad
as you carry a fallen comrade;
You have the hands calloused from metal
as you fired a shot to save a friend;
You have the soul of a longing soldier
wishing for this war to end.
the nightmares when i'm awake.I am fever-struck and the mockingbirds outside my window won't stop crying.the nightmares when i'm awake.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
papa is singing in the kitchen and I know he'll be tipping his head to the side and humming to himself and flinging eggs into the air. he doesn't have the talent to crack them right on the side of the counter but I have always admired his confidence.
my body is hothothot from the furnace next to my bed and I shy away from it because it makes me feel like I'm choking on air.
I say 'please' like it will be my last word on earth and papa comes into my room with his face stained bright like sunlight.
his heart is too full to overflow but if this fever takes me from him he might break.
we don't talk about the sickness much since it stole Mary just last week but it is there, in-between the sheets of my bed and the bedtime stories.
my papa believes that I'm stronger than anyone who has faced the sickness and so I will stay with him until the end of time, but I can't trust that.
he doesn't feel what I feel when the nig
Safe - Assassin's CreedSafeSafe - Assassin's Creed4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You came back, because you're my brother
You're hurt now, but the fight made you tougher
I know you're bleeding and you're tired
But this was the sacrifice that was required
And I was worried, and you know I admire you
But I am sure you don't even have a clue
How much it pains me to see you go
Not knowing who could be your foe
A warm embrace, a smile and praising words
It's all I give when you show me the shards
Of your broken sword that cut the enemy
But it's all gone now; it's all a memory
Lay down my brother, lay down and rest
For thee, this was just your first test
I'll mend your wounds and ease you pain
Now close your eyes and hear the rain
ffeminyddiaethEn road: Il y a du frost outside sur les fields ou el moëbius sobre la historia de la humanidad ou 'ffeminyddiaeth'ffeminyddiaeth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I was feeling very lost
very utterly defeated
until this yesterday with the
travel and the Southern Cross
now know this: i can tell all there is)
When all was god, drugs or new eyes there were also the ma
CagedI SwallowedCaged2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
That keeps me locked
In this cage.
I'll starve here.
DelectationIt is an Epic -Delectation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- Hide and see-k,
And screw -
It crucifies a silent precious
Below the hands
The ring of bell
For passers -
Watch the clouds
A sleazy blood
As spark as bliss -
Nor red - nor orange.
Then wait and feel -
The beat rings.
With gasp and sneer.
In deeper dirt -
And in the water
Near the door
To the wind.
Reshape and RevisionThere is an ocean trapped inside my bodyReshape and Revision3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirling and cold and dangerous
I can feel the tides changing,
Reshaping itself and
My spine is curved and yielding
Under its beguiling pressure.
My ribcage grows old;
The carcass of my heart
The scavengers won't let it rest.
My blood runs thin and salty,
My brain sloshes in my skull,
My lungs fill up with water,
And I wish for gills.
I know if I
To hold back the tide
It will destroy me.
But what I fear more
Is what happens if
I let it
when the stars rise again.and isn't it a strange thing;when the stars rise again.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I cannot see myself I can still feel myself.
there are a hundred days between me and the trees
but they still rain leaves in my hair and across my cheekbones,
they are my companions but they touch my face like
I have fallen in love with comet dust and stoplights.
I have fallen in love with reading words until they
jump and dance across their own spines and my
fingertips and god, they are so beautiful.
is there such a thing as love?
when I talk my tongue slips and swells
and I would like to tell you a million things
but they are all in foreign languages.
things that are meant to be scary do not scare
I fell asleep last night and finally realized how beautiful
the dark can be. there is no such thing as drowning
in the dark.
when you are swallowed whole by it you don't think
about the sun or his fingers or the frogs
croaking outside of your window.
you only think about the light.
The Blue LadyI remember the Blue Lady and how her eyes glittered when she danced and her body spoke in words her mouth could not. Her eyes glinted like light on ice. Her body surged like the ocean at dawn and Brother was swept up in the tide.The Blue Lady5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sing this corrosion to me
She would hold me when the bad dreams swelled behind my eyes and she would take me out onto the hill and catch stars and weave them through my hair. Sometimes she would take me and we would walk through the old streets where the houngans held strange spices and the sidewalks flooded with red.
Gimme siren child
Do you hear me call?
We couldn't speak their language but all she had to do was flutter her pretty blue eyes like eggs in a robin's nest and the boys and girls would ruffle and swoon and baby her like a little bird. Then she would wrap her hand in mine and tug me with on her adventures and I was happy.
Sometimes people would ask me "why do you spend so
A spoonful of honestyI fear that I have become so accustomed to tragedy that I no longer know how to live without it. And although the seasons change, they remain the same year after year. A scared, quiet girl sitting alone in a pastel painted cell, trapped by the knowledge of who she was, the dream of who she wants to be, with no idea of who she is.A spoonful of honesty6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all lie, sometimes. Whether its to make excuses or to rationalise our decisions and situations, we all falsify our existence to get by. Ive fought what I am for so long now that Ive become everything I feared I would be.
I am the best thing my mother has ever done, and I have failed her. So who do we blame, or are enough fingers already stretched out and pointing that it doesnt matter anymore?
I dont talk about it much, but the thing that hinders me most is my fear of whats inside of me. For there, in the darkness of my flesh and bone, my genetic makeup decides an uncertain future. Sometimes, when Im alone or trying
Giving Back SundayI wanted to giveGiving Back Sunday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her my Sundays.
the sky did not want
It rejected the lazy orange
armada of clouds that shifted
through the skies
and the formally uncomfortable
formalities of manners
at the dinner table
so it left them
on my window sill.
They were empty and
I wanted to give
them to her
these Sundays that had failed
to capture the meaning that
I tried to put into them.
I wrapped them up
in a silk purple bow
hoping she could do with
them what I could not,
I thought she would
and fill them maybe
with her swelling heart
or kiss them with ripe lips.
I thought maybe
she would put her eye lashes
in them and give them a chance
But she did not.
she took them
in her delicate hands
and she whispered her words
more golden than the sun
and as the letters formed
and shaped in her mouth
and molded around her breath
she gave the Sundays wings.
"Its time to fly."
and they did so,
soaring high into the sky.
I did not stop them.
She had allowed me to un
Connor: Out in the ColdHe lunged forward, defiant. And missed his mark. His feet slid out from under him on the powdery snow as he was pushed back. He fell onto his back with a dry grunt and rolled over or tried to. He was rolling. Just not aside but down. Along the snow that whispered dryly under him, his fingers gouging tracks in a futile attempt to stop.Connor: Out in the Cold2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slid right out over the precipice in a white cloud of white powder, his hands scraped raw red by the coldness of the snow. He dangled the abyss, snow slowly floating past him with a deceptive ease. He panted, chest constricted by the press of the cliff edge.
Only the leather strap around his wrist stopped his free fall. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder down. It was a long way down, a very long way. His heart pounded in his heaving chest. It hurt to breathe. His wrist pulsed with every heart throb.
A shadow fell over him. Reflex took over. He glanced up, fast. To see the black barrel of a gun pointing at his face, the hammer drawn back.
BelovedBeloved:Beloved2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
AnswersI don't write poetry.Answers4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just let the pen
Across crumbled pages.
I let my soul
Bleed into ink.
As my way of asking
Statues and glowing
But They never answer.
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
ApotheosisDavid Sarif saw himself as a practical man. He held stock in science, what could be seen and proven, what could be calculated and understood by logic. But even he had to admit there was something magical happening before him.Apotheosis2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He was standing in the darkened observation suite of the surgical wing in Sarif Industries, the company he had built from the ground up. It had been well over thirty-six hours since they had suffered an attack from some unknown black ops group, led by three heavily augmented soldiers. In their wake they had left several dead; only a few were fortunate enough to be alive and wounded, and five of Sarif's top scientists were missing without a trace.
And now Sarif's head of security, Adam Jensen, lay in the operating room as the CEO watched. Two doctors and a nurse, the second of three teams working in shifts, hovered over the ex-cop, feverishly working with a multi-armed medbot. Working, not to save Adam's life-that part was already secured four hours ago-but to turn
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:Alone but Alive2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
The Brazen SongThere once was a band both brazen and boldThe Brazen Song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Seeking the dangers but rarely the gold
Surviving on little but sheer, dumb luck
From beholders and goblins to just getting stuck
In mud, snow and sand, and the darkness below
From dried-up deserts to where mushrooms grow
They made their friends and went on their way
Parting with smiles, never to stay
Long is their road, still they move on
Even after the world is gone
From the Little Folk's home, a long time no see
The halfling named Thoven left to be free
From bad luck to good, he struck indeed gold
When the dwarf he met got his first idea sold
Runna the name, dwarf be the race
Endures the blows, but shows little of grace
Heart of gold and justice strong
As patient of fools as her beard is long
Swift and deadly on silent feet
Corria the ranger, with her bow she'll greet
Of elfkind true, from among the trees
Loving the life and loving the peace
Graced by fey and man she is
A sorceress with the sweetest kiss
Iriaga of frost and Iriaga of fire
SpeakI never learned how toSpeak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I let my voice shrivel,
And now, in speaking, I
The words catch, shaking, and
I feel a hunger to
a wild storm of words to
My dying voice, force it to
past the sewn-shut mouth and
A Brother's OathHis body hit another rock, absorbing the new shock much as it had done the others. His sides were bruised black and blue under the tatters of his shirt. His knees he had ceased to feel after the first half mile. His elbows and arms had been scraped raw by the dust and dirt in the road. His face was covered in grey grime with splashes of blood and dark wet soil from the narrow track along which the horses of his captors trotted. They did not move fast enough to cause any permanent damage but briskly enough so that he would not escape unscathed.A Brother's Oath1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
His wrists, rubbed raw by the tightly bound rope, were numb, streaking blood in stained rivulets down his arms. His magic was out of reach, the result of the drug in the little bubble attached to the dart that protruded from the left side of his throat. Even if he had enough concentration to magically loosen the bonds he would not be able to do so with the drug coursing through his bloodsteam, making his heart stutter and his lungs labour to draw