StopI don't know if I'm strong in body or soul.
I don't know if the pain I feel is just a grain of salt to hold.
I don't know who I am, or what I can be.
I don't know if you will hear the words that can not be let free.
I can see the pain in your eyes,
Why can't you see mine?
Is it selfish to wonder,
If happiness can really be mine?
Am I greedy, envious, and proud beyond what is seen from me?
Am I a selfish little bugger who is just a sin to see?
Should I cave my flesh and soul to the way I wish?
Can I do so without destroying my friend's bliss?
Is this a tune you've heard before?
Will you listen anymore?
How long will it be till you stop,
And no longer listen to people who have dropped?
The bodies of the dead fill the street, though their organs are still working.
We are the sloth of the world, caring not for the people in the sun light lurking.
How much is left of us and who we might be,
Is there any hope left for the people like you and me?
HeartshipHeartshipHeartship2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've always loved trees, there are far better to sleep on then the ground. Silk is perched above me, as they always do. The clear, emerald like color which defined each scale hid them well in this tree. Their scales always intrigue me, they seem transparent, yet solid at the same time, and differ in color, never one tone.
"A Ab A# B" They hummed to me.
"No, I will not. We are in a town, I don't want anyone to hear."
"Db Fb Ab Bb F#" Again they persisted.
"Why don't you sing me a song then?" I retaliated.
"Okay, but if anyone is annoyed, it's your fault." I gave in.
Pulling out my violin, I began. First I started out with a slow tune, building on the drama and sorrow with occasional fast movements of quick flats. Holding out a D, I began a faster pace song with less flats, but no happy sharps yet. Gradually I built up the speed, until my fingers where flying off the strings as soon as they would land, and there I put in the joy. It was then that Silk brought in a co
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I?2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Am I the smile on my face,
The one who fakes my grace?
Who am I?
Am I the pain I try to hide,
Or is this pain who I am inside?
Who am I?
The silent one with no hope,
Or the hopeful one with no silence?
Who am I?
Just a body of flesh and blood,
Or is there a soul living in this mud?
Who am I?
Can I be who I want,
And be there for my friends?
I think not.
Who am I?
I'm who you want me to be,
At least, for now.
Starless NightI miss the stars and seeing them for who they are,Starless Night2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I miss the moon, who was so white sometimes she was blue.
I miss the dreams of sailing on void black seas.
But all I have now is a blood red moon,
and stars that barley show and are so very dull.
FriendshipFriendshipFriendship2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its fangs closed around my throat. I didn't struggle, I didn't want to hurt it. If it deemed I should die by it's jaws, I would very well let it. I couldn't feel the pain on my throat though, for my vision blurred and my lugs ach too badly. The starvation of air was terrible, my brain felt as if it where decaying in my scull. I can feel the blood run into my lungs, and if I had enough air, I would likely be hacking it all up, lungs and all. Just as I felt either unconsciousness or death set upon me, I was let free. Kneeling on the ground, I couched lungful after lungful of blood on the ground. The taste of blood without metal is indeed an odd one. Something large and clumsy nudged my side, sending me to the ground in my weakened state. Still, I did not struggle, but looked up at my attacker. The dragon was obviously still young, for it looked bashful, and regretful. I have no doubt that if I had struggled, or try to fight back, it would have snapped my neck without hesitatio
A Normal Day part 21 (End)A Normal DayA Normal Day part 21 (End)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Twenty One
Back to Crystal
Fight after fight ended in a blur, for not much reached me in my vengeful daze. Only the hate the that fueled this onslaught kept me alive. But soon that faded as my blood leaked through my ever present wounds, filling me with a deep cold, chilling me to the soul. I returned to my human state, all thought and memory as gone as blue blood that had spewed from my broken, tired body.
I know not what had done it, for I could not register the motion, but something as fast as lightning slid through my throat, and found it's way past my spine. I felt no pain, I was unconscious before I could feel such a thing. Death set down its vast, ever loving wings to blanket my remains. Yet my loving death was pushed away, as a dark cloud descended upon me, and the angry, hateful live resurrected me. The cloud rebound my body, disintegrating the lost head, and reconstructed it on my neck. Pain like no other pulsed inside me as my blood was regain, an
Riddle challengeLive ye not, should I not be sought. Should you find me, I can't be caught.Riddle challenge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Catching and holding me will bring you to your knees. For once you have me, where can you be? Who am I?
Stolen Away - Chapter ThreeSarah Grace groaned softly, her head spinning as she tried to get enough momentum to sit up and figure out what had happened. When the urge to vomit had finally passed, she opened her eyes and found that the world looked much different. It was like she was in a great field with grass as tall as she was. All she could see was grass and her eyes were swimming and her thoughts distorted. She lurched forward to throw up but, when she saw her feet, the world really began to spin. "Oh my God " She breathed.Stolen Away - Chapter Three2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She looked around and found a piece of broken mirror. She hurried over to it, in such a rush that she tripped over her feet and fell on top of the piece of mirror. When she looked down she screamed or squeaked, rather. The world around her began to spin in a sickening class of colors. She was a mouse a two inch tall mouse covered in shiny grey fur with a long pink tail. Hyperventilating slightly, she reached up with tiny pink paws, brushing one paw past her suddenly mas
Stolen Away - Chapter OneSarah Grace stood on the bucking deck of the Sangue-Padre, struggling with the winds to keep the great ship on a steady course. While she could manipulate the wind, she could not completely control it and she was quickly being drained of her strength. All she had to do was hold on a little longer before Stolen Away - Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hit the deck!!" Someone screamed over the gale.
Sarah Grace glanced up with just enough time to see the fore-boom rushing at her before it slammed into her chest. She was thrown back violently and only stopped when she slammed into the ships railing, smacking her head against the hard wood. As she slid to the deck, Grace fought to get air back into her lungs and to control the spinning humble of thoughts in her head.
"Come on lass, let's get ye down below deck." Captain Chen said in a soothing tone of voice a she all but lifted her off the deck. "Ye are going to see Frederic." He said as they stepped down into the calmness of the ship's hull, away from the bombardment of howling
Saving Lady RiddleSaving Lady RiddleSaving Lady Riddle3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was late at night when she saw them leave, flying to the sky. Of course Crystal was unnoticed; she rarely was, just as she rarely slept. She had seen the whole thing, watching them fly, then shot, and watching her fall to the sea. But what could she do, she was only an Archive; little did they know who else she was. The ship had come, and taken Lady Riddle away, and she listened as Angel told the caption and crew what had happened. Crystal knew the beasts that had taken Riddle, the demons in the flesh of men. The captain told the crew of what they would do, where they would go; the Archive was soon going to sleep.
" she had gone when I came back." Said Angel, flustered and worried. The crew was listening closely, anger and fear thick enough to smell.
"Did ye see the ship, could ye describe it?" The captain asked.
"No, it was too far." Angle replied distraught, "How will we find her?"
"The ship had a red sail and black wood; it had 40 cannon holes,
Hell and BackI have been to Hell and back,Hell and Back2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And fought each demon twice.
I have drowned in seas of blood,
And fell from deadly heights.
I have slept through tortured moans,
And burned in toxic fires.
I have even be decapitated,
Though you may call me a liar.
I have been to Hell and back,
And fought each demon twice.
But even though I have left,
Hell never left my sight.
Curse of the Witch Prologue Footsteps echoed eerily throughout the ship's rancid smelling cargo hold. I held my breath as one of the ship's crew walked a little too close to my hiding spot for comfort. I had been aboard the vessel for many days now, and we were too close to our destination for me to be discovered now, and likely tossed overboard by the merciless crew. The ship herself, aptly named the Wanderlust, was a two-masted vessel that cut through the water so quickly that it must have been aided by magic. Indeed, there was something fishy about the crew.Curse of the Witch Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The crewman dug around in the crate I hid behind. I lay still under my tarp, my lungs burning for air. I assumed he found what he was looking for, and the footsteps faded away slowly. I breathed a sigh of relief. I listened for a few more moments to be sure, and then threw back the tarp.
Checking to see if the coast was clear, I climbed up a few crates and peeped out the porthole. Dusk was fast approaching and
Well Darn, There Goes My PlanFunny this life we live, there is so much more to see.Well Darn, There Goes My Plan2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The heavens above, filled with no love,
The moon in the sky, larger then you or I.
Can't you see it, the size of it all?
We are ants infesting a house,
A flea eating a mouse.
Where will we be in a few hundred years?
Will we be in tiny boxes living useless fears?
Will we be in the ground, never to be found?
Will you be remembered, for who you use to be?
Perhaps by a few, but never truly by me,
For how am I to know, someone I've never seen?
Time has flown by, it's to late for you and me.
Why do you live, when time will soon blink,
and you will be gone, faster then you think?
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,I would've been.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.
I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."
Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.
I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.
Timeless Winds - Chapter Four"Yeah, that was informative." Aisuru cursed and looked at the chest. "You know, you could've given us at last a useful hint! Like, where this second key might be." He complained, regarding what the will-of-the-wisp had told us after I had tried to use a bobby-pin to access the chests' contents.Timeless Winds - Chapter Four2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So says the one who refuses to give straight answers to any question." I countered teasingly, chuckling to myself. "At least it told you it's pointless to dive down and search for that which isn't there." I offered.
Aisuru playfully hit my arm. "Aye, I suppose that is a bit better." He laughed.
I chuckled before reaching over and pulling on the sundress I had taken off before we had gone down in the water, ringing my hair out as much as I could. "I suppose we should get this put up before someone like Sparky notices it and demands to investigate."
"That would probably be wise."
"I think you would agree that Sparky in particular would likely torch the box befor
UnansweredWhy do the wounded favor their wounds,Unanswered2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And the healed preach of wonder?
Why do stinging eyes fill with tears,
When all they want is slumber?
Why does illness fester with infection,
When it just wants a home?
Why do mothers fight in protection,
If their child will live alone?
Why does man destroy the Earth,
When he wants to live happy?
And why does the parasite cling to it's host,
Just to die from it's insanity?
Angel's Journey - Angel ReturnsAngel’s Journey - Angel ReturnsAngel's Journey - Angel Returns2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel watched as the door opened, with her head held high walked through with Omega. She let out a soft breath when she felt the sand beneath her feet and heard the door close shut behind her. The fresh breeze felt good up against her skin. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the ocean. It sounded so peaceful. They were back on the little island where she first met the Keeper. A part of her didn’t want to go back, but she had two promises to keep. Sighing she turned and jumped slightly when she saw Reaper standing beside her. “What…what are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you to return, I knew you would.” he replied with a knowing smirk.
Angel stood there shocked at first and blinked. She didn’t know what to say. Reaper chuckled at the look on her face, which irritated her some. He reached out and hugged her. Angel stiffened instantly at the contact. Reaper frowned but didn’t say anything.
Angel's Journey - Truth and RevelationsAngel’s Journey: Truth and RevelationsAngel's Journey - Truth and Revelations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel looked at the door that opened next to her. She struggled to get to her feet. "NO! Don't do it. He lies to you" the dark one said. Angel grabbed her head as the dark one echoed in her mind. I must do this. I have to. "I am going" she said firmly. Though it hurt her to walk, she managed to get through the door, into this other world. Silently she said goodbye to those she cared about. Wishing them happiness and love. “Goodbye” she said softly.
The Keeper followed Angel and the door disappeared right behind it. They were both no longer standing on the beach but in gray nothingness.
"You are wrong, Dark Angel.” the Keeper stated, still the voice showed no emotion.
"I am neither lying nor do I have a gender. You are here to become one. Your fight is of no use, for none of you can win or lose."
"I will not be hidden away again. I will destroy this vessel first." The dark one hissed.
Angel tried to bloc
FeedI’ll try my best,Feed2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I’ll win the war,
I’ll climb the mountain,
I’ll beat the score.
I hide in gullies and cling to trees,
I live in corners and and feed on greed.
I hope to win,
I try to see,
what it is,
I will be.
I whisper words of death and gore,
Soon you’ll hear and open my door.
I help the poor,
I give us hope,
I do what I need,
To cut this rope.
Have you heard a single word,
I’m here right now my little bird.
I am right,
You are wrong,
I’m an angel,
You’re a flawed.
Keep telling yourself all of that,
Because now I’ve found a little gap.
This isn’t right.
Who is it?
Can I help?
Come and sit.
I’ve got you now and I won't let go,
You are lost to all you know.
Where are my goals,
Where is my hope,
Why do I hate,
Will I cope?
A Normal Day part 16Chapter SixteenA Normal Day part 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(The Killer tells the story)
"Yes, but are you alright!" He said hurriedly, but confused. Looking at my arm dangling limply at my side, he was obviously in turmoil over what to say.
"Yes, don't blather on about it."
"I saw everything, but, what happened, how… is there a ghost or something?" He continued, too rapped up in his own thoughts to hear a word I was saying.
Slowly his idle musings graded on my nerves; but, talking through a second party, it was difficult enough to get the body to do what I commanded, let alone give the proper glare. So, to make it easier, I simply had it raise the voice and set a different tone.
"Quit you eccentric chatter!" Although the body rose the command to the proper amount of noise, it did not get the tone right, and rather then anger or threats to be displayed through it, it made it sound whiny and sorrowful.
Bloody moron, can't you even do a simple thing like threaten? I will not stand for your innocent conceptions of language an
Curse of the Witch, Chapter 1"The sun is up, Little Flower! It's time to bloom!" Lady Riddle called joyfully as she ruffled my hair. I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head. It seemed like it had been only two seconds since I had finally fallen asleep after my nightmare.Curse of the Witch, Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, come on, silly," Kalixa said as she tugged my covers off my bed.
"Five more minutes," I murmured. Of course, I intended to go back to sleep. The chilly morning air, however, made that very difficult. Riddle crossed her arms.
"Fine then, we will simply leave you here when we reach port any time now." With that, she deposited my sheet on my head and left, with a giggle worthy of any trickster. Shaking the sheet off of my head, I glanced out the porthole at the sky. Sure enough it was dawn.
"Don't worry," Kalixa assured me from the doorframe. "We wouldn't really leave you." She smiled cheerily, and followed Riddle, closing the door behind her. I was considering more sleep when the ship hit a particularly unruly wave, and I tumb
Goodbye Donna NobleOh the things I have seen, they meant so much to me.Goodbye Donna Noble2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've been to the stars in the sky, and lived in a place filled with time.
I saw the end of everything, and saved the world with tiny plea.
I was there when reality crashed, and ran away with a Time Lord, the last.
I became so much more, and my mother only told me I was a bore.
My grandfather always stayed by my side, and helped my friend when I had to die.
I had such adventures, and finely saw it all,
But when that happened, I had to fall.
Good bye Donna Noble
DepressionAnother useless morning dawns,Depression3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Another tiresome creature yawns.
Lost I am in the depth of thought,
People can't see the battle I've fought.
My scars are hidden by a harden face,
No smile has been found, I have no grace.
I look upon the work I've done,
And find that it is helpful to all of none.
I hate the flesh I'm bound to,
The words I weave I do but rue.
Rueful and spiteful I wish to cry,
But no tears will help me on the inside.
Who will help me to live without pain?
Will anyone try to keep me sane?
Am I lost to the grave?
On ShipOn ShipOn Ship2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's been 50 years sense the day Silk died, or some where near that number of years. I've gotten a good job, and a place I could almost call home, but nothing was right. Everyday I ran from people, drawing little attention to myself for fear of friendship. I could not bare having such a pain like I did that day. Killer has told me sense what has happened, and I have forced us both to repent for what we have done. We have been developing new ideas for medicines, and medical items to help all kinds of people. We don't take up space by living in any kind of housing, the streets do just fine. Nor are we paid for the work we do. I have the Killer patrol the streets for murderers, and she got herself a nice name of being 'the Watcher', keeping an eye on all that's dark and evil in the underworld. Might as well have her do something that keeps her blood lust from killing the innocence. But no matter what we do, nothing seems right. The news papers paint me as a saint, giving all my ti
Crooked HouseCrooked halls with crooked walls,Crooked House2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And rotten doors with rotten floors.
The house of hate is a filled estate,
And the fearful screams fill the air it seems.
Room number one we find her old mum,
And with a cold sigh we leave her behind.
Room number two we find little Sue,
Whose little cries go to those who die.
Room number three let's leave it be,
I've heard that the anger even now lingers.
Room number four is a room with no door,
For he who does fear has nothing to rear.
Room number five is where we will lie,
Where we will stay we have no room to play.
Room number six is a room full of tricks,
Where gadgets and toys let out terrible noise.
Room number seven holds a man called Devin,
He owns the crooked house founded on a mouse.
Crooked hall with crooked walls,
And rotten doors with rotten floors.
The house of hate is a filled estate,
And the fearful screams fill the air it seems.