An Exchange With Super Sonic...You want to WHAT? Talk to ME?An Exchange With Super Sonic9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you even know what it is you're asking??
...Fine. You will get your wish, but don't forget
You asked for this exchange and WILL be in debt.
Looking, all one sees is a demon.
Just another creature of Chaos' leigon.
What I used to be is what they can't see.
...Yes, before I threw away my freedom's key.
A Warrior of the Emerald, Aeliran by name...
-You call ME a liar?! You say I can't be the same?!-
...Don't interrupt! My patience, MORTAL, is very slim!
You asked for this exchange! Now SIT AND LISTEN!
...Rrrgh, what was I saying? Ah yes, my name.
I was Aeliran...Don't start. I don't play that game
MusicSkies turn from springwater-clear to gray;Music9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Moans of "It's going to rain" can be heard today.
Rainclouds build slowly this time
And so give everyone a chance to get inside.
As the clouds prepare to release their rain
It grows dark in the middle of the day.
Finally, a thunderclap occurs
Echoing through the forest of elms, oaks, and firs.
A lightning strike pierces the sky;
The injured clouds start to cry.
Between flashes of sudden light
Thunder crashes, and wind whistles with all its might.
Next time it rains, listen well and be silent
So to enjoy Nature's concert.
Music, I hear, comes from everywhere.
The best is undoubtedly onl
True Worth of FriendsFallen from lights to darksTrue Worth of Friends9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the landing bruises the heart.
In the darkness of the shadows,
the bruised one wanders, lost.
"Where is the light? Why am I
trapped in endless lies?
I've lost it all! Nothing remains
for me to keep in memory's savings!"
Looking up, the tears are visible
on the person's face. Weariness
is obvious as the one decides
to control the last of his fate.
Before he can shoot, his life flashes
past. Seeing all the hurt just causes
tears. But, one memory, he's amazed.
"Are those tears of mine from LAUGHING??"
From a mystic rewind, he looks again
and sees himself standing
around with his friends.
Then he s
The CurseI never thought before now that the sight of my friends simply chatting and having a good time would ever bring me such relief, but it does. Looking up at the pale half-moon, I can only be grateful that the emeralds no longer have the effect that they had on me before. Before I managed to help myself, I guess I hate my temper. I dread losing it. More than dread, I think fear. That's it. I'm afraid, since I'd know what was going to happen, the pain and panic I'd be forced through and I'd have little choice no, there really is nothing I can do about it. Absolutely nothing. First I feel angry, tired, hurt and thThe Curse3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Demon withinYou know who I am, don't you.Demon within9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Sonic tossed and turned in the bed, covers thrust aside, covering the lower half of his body, arms flailing helplessly. A sob caught in his throat, and tears were running down his face. All of this was not done consciously, but brought on by the restless dream he was having.
I am you.
And you are me.
"No..." Sonic muttered "I'm not you...I...I'm not"
Oh, but you are.
We've been together since that day.
You do remember that day.
An image flooded into his dream, base emotions of fear, terror and confusion flooded all his senses, while the images were of people, staring at him with eyes not full
Howl of SolitudeHowl of Solitude7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doors didn't look like they'd hold much longer.
The creature had been raging for over an hour, and still it showed no signs of letting up. This time its efforts seemed entirely focused on escape, rather than simple blind rage. It had turned its attention to the doors, the room's weakest point and was systematically working on burning and freezing its way through.
Its rage was immense, all encompassing, but this time its usual terror was absent. It was using its genetically engineered brain, superheating the metal doors before deep freezing them, striking the brittle metal with repeated body blows. If it damaged itself it was beyond cari
Know Your SurroundingsLazy wheels start to creakKnow Your Surroundings9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
then, faint and weak,
a small seed implants
in a dreamy mind almost in a trance.
Eyes suddenly turn black as night
a tiny body readies for a fight
Watching potential opponents like a hawk
silently. As if it can't talk.
Those not having a clue about what's happening
may-dangerously-take a seat in blissful unknowing.
Getting a nervous twinge they turn and see
nothing but a simple tree.
Ears sweep back; no one sees!
The demon-kitty from Hades!
Crazy cat's on a catnip trip.
With a pounce, it snags a piece of fluff with a flip.
What Good?What good is a candleWhat Good?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you really need flame?
And what good is a glass
when you really need rain?
What good is a storm
when you wish for a breeze?
What good is the pain
when all you want is ease?
What good is the thread
when rope is what you need?
What good is the hole?
The ground should be under your feet.
What good is a memory
when all they do is hurt?
What good is hiding
when life just will not wait?