To Crimson From GoldenTo Crimson from GoldenTo Crimson From Golden4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Caleb 'Virgilio'
Once upon a dream I'll see her there,
A statuesque beauty with hair so fair.
With eyes so cool, as a cerulean night,
And skin so pale, as a new day's light.
She is the Goddess who governs all life,
So grand and just be her unparalleled might.
She is the one wherein my heart resides,
Never shall it desire that it divide. . . .
O, alas, I must wonder what befalling is this
That curiously, such dreams have gone to the abyss?
Dreams which are simple, dreams which are pure,
Have now left me feeling so jarred and unsure.
Try as I might, I cannot understand,
What foul trickery that perhaps is at hand.
Is it pure madness, one that's unspoken
To turn these dreams . . . to crimson from golden?
FROZEN BRAVERY - CHAPTER 117th January 2009FROZEN BRAVERY - CHAPTER 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every creature – magical or not – would have assumed that Jack Frost was a skilled troublemaker. You would've guessed that he was responsible for the cold gusts of wind that chilled you to the core; for the icy spot on the pavement that makes you trip over yourself; for the five-foot layer of snow that you have to scrape off your walkways, windshields and window panes.
Jack knew very well who he was – the master of pranks, and the champion of tricks. But he wouldn't let his ego overinflate. You see, whilst every hero might be in the spotlight, and every king on his throne, Jack never forgot that they had sidekicks and knights – people who backed them up.
And so did he.
'Are the targets in sight?' asked Jack, murmuring to his co-conspirator.
His friend leaned over the railing that they were sitting on, smirked as he spotted his victims, and nodded vigorously.
'Then, on the count of three,' smiled Jack. 'One,'
'Wait, wait, wait,' said his accomplice, 'why do you
The Girl Who Crossed the Stars WARNING: Contains some spoilers as to Pitch's origin, so if you don't want to know that yet, do not read this!The Girl Who Crossed the Stars2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Long ago, in another millennia, in another corner of the universe, there was life. Now it is all but gone, snuffed out by a dark force. Right before this tragedy, these worlds sat peacefully among the stars in a "Golden Age" of victory and peace.
This era was all thanks to the same man who brought it to an end. General Kozmotis Pitchiner. His brave leadership of the Golden Armies had led to the imprisonment of all the Fearlings, creatures of darkness and misery.
General Pitchiner volunteered to stay and guard the planet on which the Fearlings were imprisoned. But in his heroism and selflessness, Kozmotis was not without loss. You see, the General had a child. A lovely, sweet little girl named Seraphina. And he loved her more than anythi
Let GoThe memories of the past never seem to fade,Let Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all the while, the feelings only seem to grow.
It all cuts deep into me, like the sharpest blade,
and yet, it all happened so long ago.
I want to let go, but I'm so afraid,
There are just so many things I want you to know.
The emotions I have, just seem to cascade,
These are the feelings, I don't want to show.
My mind seems to wander, it will never evade,
I can't seem to forget, how much I need you so.
Happiness eludes me, it's such a charade,
Sometimes I wish I could shift time and fore-go.
My thoughts play out like a full masquerade,
followed by guilt and endless sorrow.
Maybe one day though, I'll be unafraid,
and I'll finally have the courage, to just let go.
RosesRoses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say the last rose
is low born -
a slow moving blossom
that bears a crooked stem.
Pluck it carefully,
to raise the dull dusk
of your dress;
flush it pale and perfect
along your thighs.
You move through the trees
like pelerines at the fair,
carrying it in your hand
the adieu of petals
already inscribed -
to score the thorns
or to leave it behind
for the one
who called you sweetheart.
Comfort...Your arms around me...Comfort...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounding me in your love...
Your sweet slow kiss
And melodic voice
It's everything to me
My reason to live
My reason to love
My reason to breathe...
You comfort me
Anything to bring a hot fever down
Anything to pull a broken heart together
You know just what to say...
You're my remedy
But I need to live without you
I let you go months ago
I dropped you hot before
It's time I forget you
I have him now
He's my everything
But still without you
I feel incomplete
My heart yearns for both
But I'll never break even
I want you both
But life's never been pleasing
RussiaXReader- Creative Complications Pt. 1Part 1RussiaXReader- Creative Complications Pt. 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was just your 4th day in 10th grade, and you were already hating it. Sure, the teachers and monitors were ok, but you couldn't stand 3 things-
1. The amount of homework you were already getting
2. Most of your schoolmates were either total strangers, or mortal enemies
3. The walls were yellow
Well, ok, maybe not 'Yellow-Yellow', but a Beige-ish Yellow... Either way you hated that colors' guts.
But it's not like you hated it for no reason! The color just brought back bad memories. Memories that you never wanted to remeber... And forgot to remember right now, because you were too busy being trampled by eveyone trying to get to their next class, to even remeber how to walk right.
So, you tripped. And got trampled some more.
You immediately stood up and made it to your locker without dieing! Now, all you had to do was make it through the day without starting any drama, because, just like the color yellow, you hated drama(which, by the way the one of your classes). YAY YOU