The Ireza's Rise (AVTN) - Chapter 615/09/96 –8:53am – Unknown Reality
The world around the three travellers seemed entirely still as they trudged through the empty, damp grasslands, their stomachs rumbling – with the exception of Vernus, of course, who simply darted his eyes around searchingly
After a small while of searching, Zarin sighed and flopped down in the dull, waist-high grass, leaving very little of himself for sight.
"It's hopeless." He huffed, looking up at the bright blue sky and rubbing his rumbling stomach. "We'll never get any food out here."
With a look of pity, Vernus sat beside him and placed his cold yet somehow comforting hand upon Zarin's slouched shoulder.
"Don't worry, Zarin. We might not be able to see any food now, but there's a lot of grass out here. There might be food right in front of us and we'd never know it."
This gave Ember pause as she watched the two of them, smiling . To see Arcian and Ireza in such a vulnerable alliance was new to her and it was almost sweet. To know
You.Why is it so hard for me to tell you.You.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I adore you.
That I am a mess really.
That all I look forward to doing.
Is talking to you.
At this point I would do anything to tell you.
How much I do.
But of course my nervousness continues to shake me away.
From what I want.
I will keep trying.
I will keep trying.
BloodFingers race across the skinBlood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like shadows slithering on the walls,
tendrils spreading further,
covering the white canvas.
Ice shoots down the spine,
harder and harder to breathe.
Tremors overtake the body
and force you to your knees.
Whispers assault your ears,
words of serenity twisting into screams.
Voices in your head,
taking human form.
Attempt to block them out,
try to say it's only a dream.
Keep reality at bay
with the walls around your mind.
Hands around your throat
Force the oxygen to your lungs,
fight off the black.
Blood coats the hands,
arms shaking with the tension.
The mess slowly creeps across the floor.
It's all your fault.
My Bully Story (Inspirational)I'm a very kind, shy and quiet person, and a pretty good artist, but some people never took a chance to figure that out. Starting around 5th or 6th grade I believe, I started to get bullied because of my looks. I have scoliosis, kyphosis, and crooked teeth. Over time my self-esteem had become shot, so I wore baggy boy clothes every day and my hair never came out of a pony tail.My Bully Story (Inspirational)3 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
The bullying wasn't too bad then though, it started getting worse in 7th and 8th grade. I was constantly getting dirty looks and people telling me I was funny looking, ugly, and everything else you could imagine. Some days were worse than others. Then, high school came along. The same people from the years before became more vicious along with their new friends. It was to the point to where every other day I was crying in the office while reporting various people. I've reported some so many times that they got expelled. Every day I went home to be alone in my room, thinking "what did I do wrong?", and I w
Sweet DreamsClose your eyes now,Sweet Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
count to three.
State one last avow,
Life's full of uncertainty,
and the privilege of tomorrow is no guarantee.
Read between the linesIf you would have read between the lines that painted my wristRead between the lines2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
…You'd see they taunted me
Fat, Ugly, worthless
It's all they seem to have screamed
However, their message changed
…when a new perspective had finally come around
Now all they shriek is,
You made it through
Be Who You areI've always wanted to be different,Be Who You are4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The guy with the Mohawk,
The guy with the weird religion,
The guy with the weird taste in music,
The guy who didn't fit in.
But sometimes I would be "the wrong kind of different".
The guy who was awkward as hell so they all hated him,
The guy who wanted to call you cute making you think he is a creep,
The guy who didn't want to say the wrong things so you wouldn't hate him,
The guy who wasn't really there.
Other times I wanted to be "your right kind of right"
The guy who called you a gay fag because everyone else was saying it,
The guy who repressed his true identity in order to be like you,
The guy who was always made fun of because you knew he just wanted to be your friend,
The guy who took too much shit and almost killed himself because of it,
The guy who shouldn't have been.
But what I eventually realized that I should be the right kind of different.
The guy who didn't give a fuck what anyone else said about him,
The guy who said you were stupid
Going InsaneI just had an anxiety attack.Going Insane3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Felt like I needed to tear my skin off.
I needed something in my hands. Anything.
Maybe a knife would do the trick. Yeah, a knife.
I'm reading a book now. It's about suicide.
It isn't helping me very much. Shocker.
I'm going insane, I can feel it in me.
I know that everyone else knows.
I can't control myself, that's what.
I'm driving myself insane. I'm crazy.
I'm driving myself to the edge, to the end.
I wonder what the end is like? I want to see it.
My mind is so scattered. I can hardly focus.
What is wrong with me? I can't think now.
My hands are shaking, I can't breathe.
It'd be better if I stopped breathing.
I can feel my mind slipping, I can feel it.
And it feels so strange to be losing it, really.
You'd think it wouldn't be so bad to lose your mind.
Trust me, it's really weird. I wish I couldn't feel it slipping.
I wish I couldn't feel anything. That would be great.
I wish I couldn't feel my mind going or the pain.
I wish I had something in my hands.
Gender asideI want to find the girl that will be by my side through it all.Gender aside3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want a boy who will stick it out with me in the hardest times.
I want a girl who will hold me close.
I want a boy who will hug me tightly.
I want a girl that I can call "beautiful" because to me she's just that.
I want a boy that I can call "handsome" because he is to me.
I want a girl who is unique and sticks by me.
I want a boy who's different and dedicated.
But all I really want is someone to love me.
The ClosetThe monsters aren't in the closet.The Closet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monsters are outside.
When we grew up we realized
That in there's where we should hide.
They chased us in here with their knives
And framed us for our "crimes".
They point and say, "Beware the closet!
Monsters are inside!"
I hear them talk about "my kind"
Through cracks between the door.
All I ask is for respect,
How could I ask for more?
The hateful glares, those judging looks
And all the dreadful things
Assault my waking moments
and stalk me in my dreams.
I shake and shiver, whimper and stir,
Safe inside my closet.
But safeness seems so temporary
when outside foes appall it.
We've done no wrong but it's not safe
To expose my self and soul.
I lock it in a box to hide
Where no one else will go.
I know there's others out there
Who left to face the world
But some are not as brave as they
Who never did return.
The monsters aren't in the closet.
The monsters are outside.
But here I sit and here I wait
'till I can leave with PRIDE.
A Place of Strange NamesIt all started the day Hope was lost. No, actually, it started a while before that, when she discovered Joy, the black-haired bitch that worked at 7/11. Love made sure they stayed together, since Love was in love with love, the narcissistic hippie. She supported their relationship - Love was love, after all - but I didn't. I was Convention, pure and simple, average and normal.A Place of Strange Names4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anyway, Hope was lost after the final fight with Curiosity. She had hidden pictures of herself and Joy - nothing nasty, but you could tell they were a couple - in Pandora's toybox, and Curiosity just couldn't keep her nose out of it; she opened the box and nearly killed the cat, she was so furious. Our mother could be like that. But she and Hope were arguing, and I got Mad. Our older brother, in turn became as angry as Mom and started yelling at Hope too, which incensed Love. She might've been blind, but she could s
At least we can be miserable together.After you leftAt least we can be miserable together.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I taught my computer how to love
to fill the hole.
But I was foolish
And based it on myself
And it loved you, too.
Shadowed FreedomYou should know, IShadowed Freedom2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Am going to be alright.
No longer do I cry;
I have won the fight,
That raged inside my heart.
I escaped my crucifying chains,
Which you placed in me from the start.
No longer shall I feel pain;
I have set myself free.
Now it is time for me to venture,
Out into the world, bravely.
However, everything looks much darker,
With out you by my side.
Dance of the DamnedDance with me,Dance of the Damned4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
under this full moon,
A waltz of the dead,
a tango for two.
Grasp my hand;
let me lead you into the dark,
Don't look back, just hold on tight
as we begin to depart.
This forbidden dance,
will surely spell the end of us,
Give me your body and soul,
let me show you the meaning of trust.
Your ethereal beauty,
glows beneath the dark sky,
Slowly, softly you kiss my lips,
I feel my heartbeat die.
Just a mere dance;
a tango for a spell,
Now hang on tight and hold your breath,
as we waltz straight into Hell.
Reading as a WriterHave you ever set down a book for good because you found something in it you don’t like? If you want to write, I suggest that bad habit end now.Reading as a Writer2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Why, you ask? Because everything you read—and I mean everything–has positive value for you as a writer. Stephen King, and any author worth his or her salt, is a huge advocate of writers reading massive amounts.
Again you ask, why? How can everything be useful? There are a number of reasons and I’ll cover as many as I can.
Reading bad literature teaches you about yourself and shows you what to avoid—or at least how not to do something—in your own work. If you run across something that you don’t like, stop and ask yourself why you don’t like it. Is it just a personal preference? Was it out of place or poorly executed? Does it contradict something from earlier? As soon as you figure out the “why” of something’s badness, you learn a little about yourself and you
The Lifeless of the PartyIf I back up any farther myThe Lifeless of the Party5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bones will become part of this place,
I'll mold myself to the paint and
plaster my skin to its base.
At least then when their gaze sweeps by,
they can admire the pale tone
and whisper about the wall decorations
instead of my expression set in stone.
Through the obnoxious music I can hear
a guitar strumming softly outside,
beckoning my body to escape the drones
and find the human that seems to hide.
Don't cry my love, don't cry no more
A voice trembles across the terrace,
and leaves a smoky trail to the trees.
Head hung slightly and plucking strings
whose sorrow brings me to my knees.
Don't sing that old sad hymn no more
I cannot fathom how this fellow
would arrive to this awful event,
as his melody murmurs in my ear
I remember my own torment.
The wall that felt like ruthless vines
choking the choice out of me,
my petals stretched for a sign of light,
this boy answered my painful plea.
Don't cry my love, don't cry no more
We sat and sa
Your Grievance Shall Be AvengedBlood-red eyes,Your Grievance Shall Be Avenged2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stare into the distance...
Her long black hair,
blows in the wind.
Searching the night,
for the one that has sinned.
This is her duty,
a job given long ago.
To banish cursed souls,
down Hell's river she'll row.
She may live in Hell,
but that doesn't mean she is bad.
Vengeance is just business,
but she still seems so sad.
She is not alone,
her friends remain by her side.
They help inflict fear,
until their target has died.
for she lies in wait...
Once the scarlet thread has been pulled,
your victim has decided your fate.
Cast into the dark abyss,
your soul is now judged.
You made someone suffer,
and they ended this grudge.
"There is always a price."
She tells the suffering soul.
Upon death you are also,
sent to Hell as the toll.
Is this method the answer?
Are you prepared for that price?
"The decision rests with you."
The statement seems colder than ice...
She lives with her Grandma,
and she likes to eat cherries.
Castles in the SkyThe years flow into centuriesCastles in the Sky4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the pictures become real
Life becomes a fantasy
There are dreams and hearts to steal.
Dance straight out of reality
And into paradise.
Love the theatricality
And roll the weighted dice.
Build me something wondrous,
Build a better dream,
Revel in the oneness
Of mind and magazine,
Embrace your uncertainties,
Encase them in a lie,
Abandon all your purities,
Build castles in the sky.
The Taj Mahal is better
When marble fades to silk.
A leaf becomes a letter,
And men turn into milk,
Bizarre takes on new meaning
And the mazes never end.
The weighted dice are waiting
To start it all again.
Build me a something monstrous,
Send me on the run,
Revel on the oneness
Of mind and loaded gun,
Embrace the unknown darkness
And let the knots untie,
Lash it to the turrets
Of your castle in the sky.
Build a better mousetrap,
Love a waking dream,
Sculpt it out of pinesap
And mind the magazine,
Embrace a tall, dark stranger
In the caverns of your mind,
Big vs SkinnyYou say that big is beautifulBig vs Skinny2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That it's the new 'in thing'
You talk about how nice I'd look
If only I weren't thin
But will you come to realise
That it really isn't right
To say that we're not big enough
And take our name in spite?
You may have gotten insults
From some idiotic men
But when you call us skin and bones
You're just as bad as them
To say that big is beautiful
Is fine and true to say
To say that big is better
Is to think a hateful way
Nothing's better, nothing's 'right'
We're built to look unique
To say we're pretty, big and skinny
That's the peace I seek
It's easier to get along
When we're not starting fights
To see the wars of big vs skinny
Aren't such pretty sights
So lets find a happy medium
To stop this pointless hate
Let's have respect for everyone
No matter what their weight
And when we all abide by this
We'll see what happens then
A world full of less hate and fear
And more friendship again