MusicMy love, my life, my blood.
What beauty you hold for me.
You have comforted me always,
Despite what people have done to you.
You are created not by hands or hearts,
Not by the words of love sick poets,
Or by musicians torn apart.
But now my love, you are dulled.
What has happened to me?
I can't hear your inner meaning,
And all your words are untrue.
Now, my love, it's silence that has replaced you.
I don't know how it has come to be.
Although the silence burns me,
It's better then what you have lost in meaning.
Starless NightI miss the stars and seeing them for who they are,Starless Night1 year 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.
HeartshipHeartshipHeartship1 year 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
FriendshipFriendshipFriendship1 year 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
Goodbye Donna NobleOh the things I have seen, they meant so much to me.Goodbye Donna Noble1 year 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
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I?1 year 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.
Flying, Mostly...Flying, MostlyFlying, Mostly...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was very late in the night, as I sat on the top of the mast. Thoughts and memories wheeled and turned in my head, but it was the same as ever. I began traveling on this ship to run from them you know. I hoped to leave them behind as adventure and friendship took me. But there was little days of adventure, and yes I did have friends, far more then before, but no best friends. I longed for Silk. Sighing I bury my head in my knees. Even now emotions did not hold me, I just grow tired. Always tired but never sleeping, isn't that how life is? Looking down, I longed to plunge, let me finely be free, but I knew too well it would not help. But it rather gave me an idea. Standing, I carefully maneuvered a rope, one less used, having it trail to the deck, and tied it tightly near where I stand. Checking the others who kept watch, making sure they did not see me, I jumped. The way the air came past me, adrenalin thundered through my vanes, I could almost think myself flyin
DepressionAnother useless morning dawns,Depression2 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?
Hell and BackI have been to Hell and back,Hell and Back1 year 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.
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 One1 year 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
Well Darn, There Goes My PlanFunny this life we live, there is so much more to see.Well Darn, There Goes My Plan1 year 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?
Crooked HouseCrooked halls with crooked walls,Crooked House1 year 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.
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 11 year 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
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 Prologue1 year 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
Angel's Journey - The KeeperAngel's Journey - The KeeperAngel's Journey - The Keeper1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angel woke up and found herself on a small island, not much more than a pile of sand amidst the ocean. She wasn't alone though. The Keeper stood right next to her.
"I can take you away if you wish to.” It said.
Angel struggled to sit up. Each movement hurt her body all over. As she moved her legs and arms she winced out loud. Then she tried to wrap her wings around herself and cried out softly at the strain on her muscles.
"I know your voice" she said. Angel lifted her hand to her head and held it there for a moment as memories started flashing through her mind quickly.
"You were there" she whispered. Angel jerked her head up quickly, to fast it seemed. Her vision blurred as she looked up at It. Her eyes went wide as The Keepers words echoed in her mind, "You are no angel....You are no demon...Parents tried to hide...one of a kind...."
"I remember" she said softly. The ache came back in her heart and her eyes clouded over with tears. "It was a
Epic Tale - Chapter 1 - Part 1The mighty bow of the Sangue-Padre divided the waves. While every other ship would have been in a calm, Sarah Grace ensured the ship of the black fedora pirates moved on. Still, only the main sail was hoisted. There was no need to rush and most of the crew members were not on duty.Epic Tale - Chapter 1 - Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And this was Kris' big problem. Somehwere on this ship was Aslansa and he was bored for sure. She couldn't spot him now, but that did not mean she was safe.
He always managed to find her. Even when she hid in Abbey's cupboard. But he would not find her here, right?
"Hello there, Lyra.", Kris heard his voice from above and her heart sank. Just a moment later Aslansa climbed into the crow's nest.
"Gotcha.", he grinned at Kris who had laid there on the ground. "Guess what time it is."
"No! No. No, no nono nonono nononono!", Kris screamed and tried to escape. But Alsansa had already picked her up and flew high in the sky. Kris did not dare to open her eyes. Knowing the Sangue-Padre was only a small spot in the d
On ShipOn ShipOn Ship1 year 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
I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,I would've been.1 year 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.
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 Three1 year 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
Epic Tale - Chapter 1 - Part 3The feast was about to take place in about two weeks. During this time, nobody aboard the Sangue Padre could relax. Lady Riddle had ensured everyday was packed with duties. She and Kris tried their best to give the crew some lessons in behaviour and how to talk, and taught them how to dance with Yvonnes help. Also, Leelu need every helping hand and piece of cloth she could obtain to get the dresses done in time.Epic Tale - Chapter 1 - Part 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To Lady Riddle's surprise, Vixen did not make any trouble. In fact, she proved to be of good help. On the other hand, Sparky was a lost cause.
"One more time, Sparky. Imagine a rich and elderly lady come up to and talks to you. You don't make comments about her wealth or her age. Above all, you must not swear. Be polite.", Kris sighed.
"Daughter of flames! One more time: why?! This is stupid! I don't want to go to that bloody feast. This will be no fun at all! I am not allowed to steal what I want, not allowed to dance how I want, not allowed to say what I want... and I have to
SpeakYou do not need to speak, though I favor your words.Speak1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have given what I've brought, and hidden what I've sought.
Here lies my broken mind, shattered by misfortune.
Perhaps misfortune isn't what it is, but rather what I've gained over a life too long lived.
These words will never fill the emptiness of guilt.
Nor will they hold sanctuary over what I wish.
The help I wish will forever be silent.
For ears can not listen to the emotion I've long hidden.
As you hold your tongue you hold my heart.
And now it's time for it to be torn apart.
Hidden LinesTorn apart and filled with lines,Hidden Lines1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Words unspoken are hatefully tried.
Burned at the bud,
Stop at the start.
Grievously misled from the beginning,
Broken and killed from the mere heeding.
Paper strewn across the floor,
The only love they've ever boor.
Here sit's a man in anger,
Lost is he in pain.
He tried to hide in the beginning,
Now all he is, is insane.
He wrote these hateful lines,
And just as they, he lies.
Never right, never perfect,
Always lost, forever hidden.
why can't i right one good poem?
DumbMy tongue does not rest in my mouth.Dumb11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My eyes seem to rest on the ground.
My fingers clench my swollen wrist.
My life is a form of hellish bliss.
Music is bleeding in my deafened ears.
Your words seem to voice all of my fears.
I hold on tight despite the pain,
To a life unworthy of the friends I have gained.
I hate the tongue that rests on paper.
I hate my eyes with the sight that has tapered.
I hide the wrists were one scare is hold,
I live in bliss for the death that is foretold.
I will rhyme my days away,
For no one likes poetry anyway.
You can't read my secrets with a byes mind,
You might as well be a blind.
Stolen Away chapter 2Most of the crew set about doing their duties for the ship, whether it was going to buy supplies for the ship or find some entertainment in the town. Once Aslansa had finished his duties he saw that Sparky and Talia were finishing theirs and decided to get Grace from her room. She had been allowed to rest since the accident which he still chuckled lightly at. Eventually he was in front of her door knocking against it. "Grace, time to wake up. Everyone but you is ready to go."Stolen Away chapter 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He heard a slight mumbling as a response followed by groaning and he carefully began opening the door.
"Grace? You okay?" he asked with a sliver worry in his voice.
He stepped inside the room to see Grace hadn't even changed out of her clothes and was hovering slightly over her bed while mumbling something incoherent to him. He moved closer and put his ear close to her lips to hear what she was mumbling and her breath tickled him slightly as her mumbling continued.
"mouse rooster ox rat