if Zelda CD-i were a novelif Zelda CD-i were a novel5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gee," Link exclaimed, stretching out his arms and letting out a great yawn, "it sure is boring around here..."
King Harkinian was standing across the room from the elven boy. He was tipping a large, stout, purple goblet back as he drank a hard rum.
"My boy," the King began, lowering the chalice from his orange-bearded face and twirling a pointed finger into the air philosophically, "this peace is what all true warriors strive for."
Link shrugged casually and rolled his eyes, "I just wonder what Ganon is up to."
Many a year had indeed passed since the last slaying of the dark wizard known as Ganon. Hyrule had seemed to be at peace now, and that's all that had really mattered... for most people, that is. Link, however, lived for the adventure. He had, after all, been destined to be Hyrule's savior. By now, his insatiable hunger for a battle was all that overcame him.
A small red dot appeared to zoom across the cloud-dott
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
I'm sorryI’m sorryI'm sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m sorry for hurting you
I’m sorry for not thinking before I spoke
I’m sorry for not caring enough
I’m sorry for caring to much
I’m sorry for everything.
I’m sorry for having the music up to loud
I’m sorry for not helping you
I’m sorry for pushing you aside
I’m sorry for scaring you
I’m sorry for creeping you out
I’m sorry for you.
I’m sorry for letting what we shared die
I’m sorry for not being there
I’m sorry for making you worry
I’m sorry for all the little things
I’m sorry for everything we could have had.
If I say sorry enough
And if I mean it enough
And if I change enough
And if you accept my sorry
We can fix it
We can light the fire
We can start over
We can pretend it didn’t happen
Sometimes it won’t be enough
Sometimes we can’t just forget
Sometimes we just need to let each other go
Sometimes sorry isn’t enough.
Ode To A Harkinian Urn"Gee," Link moaned with a yawn quite drear,Ode To A Harkinian Urn5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Proclaiming, "it sure is boring around here!"
The king tried to remind him of the world of lore:
"Mah boi, this peace is what all true warriors strive for."
Trying to think of something fun to do,
Link said, "I just wonder what Ganon's up to."
The boy and the monarch looked suddenly into the sky,
where a man on a magic carpet was gliding by.
He landed at the window, announcing with a cry,
"Ganon and his minions have seized Koridai!"
"Hmm," the king mumbled, "how can we help?"
"Link can defeat Ganon," Gwonam said about the whelp.
The boy was excited: "Great, I'll grab my stuff!"
"There is no time, your sword is enough."
He said to Zelda: "How about a kiss? For luck."
"You've got to be kidding," rebutting his pluck.
Link got on the carpet, ignoring Zelda's scoff,
Shouting in excitement, "Squadala, we're off!"
The boy and the wizard did soar through the air,
Ultimately in the search for Ganon's lair.
"Wow, what are all those heads?" Link asked,
ConfusionI'm just the one who smilesConfusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just so you do, too
I'm the one who's laughing
Standing right behind you
I'm the one hiding from the spot light
Just so someone else can have it
I'm the one who keeps it all inside
Just to make room for you
I'm just the one who is never happy
Just appears that way
I'm the one with scars on my arms
Just to be better
I'm the one you'll never understand
No matter how much you want to
MeThis place I am in is perfect, as perfect as perfect can beMe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s a new place I love to see
It’s my thoughts, it’s my dreams
It’s even my tears that flow like streams
It’s this smile, and this laugh I can’t hold in
It’s my soul, and everything I’ve been
It’s these hands, and it’s these eyes
It’s this heart, and even my mind
It’s anything, and everything I’ve ever wanted to be
Engulfed by PainShallowed of an ocean's crest, left buried in sand to neutralize red waters, a seal tied directly upon your chest; left rotting you are by three young daughters.Engulfed by Pain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within a home of dry soap and marble, bled heavily they did by your very hand, an evening of maelstrom to enrage their minds further; a plot was sliced thickly to bury you into land.
Countless months of torture to bring about meaning, a thought to envelop the darkness of man, one morning to slaughter you without knives or a 'reason;' to the beach you brought them, much singing they began.
Hours and winds to thrust the clock further, lying down you had slumbered and forgotten your reign, a cavern to empty and bury you without screaming; widen your eyes to darkness, breathe within their pain.
ControlBlood.Control3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you start,
you can't seem to stop.
You keep going back.
It's a comfort,
to know that you're in control of something,
It's okay at first.
It's all about control.
It doesn't even occur to you that it's wrong,
that you're hurting yourself.
You justify it.
You make excuses,
you lie to yourself until you begin to believe.
It's not an opinion, it's a fact.
Solid and irrefutable.
It's not a belief.
You are right.
You did the right thing.
So why are you hiding your scars?
Existing vs LivingDying is inevitable.Existing vs Living2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Living is optional.
Six Word MemoirDreaming of wonderlands, waking to wastelands.Six Word Memoir2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bloody DreamsI fell asleep to a heartbeat I couldn't feel.Bloody Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I closed my eyes and listened to my own, imagining that ours were set to the same rythmn, every finely strung pulse in a net of veins matched yours to a perfect tune.
I felt like drifting out to sea, maybe I could relearn how to breathe. Because now each breath I take feels stolen from me. The wind that sneaks in the cracks of my window whispers your secrets to me. I swear I hear your voice in it, that voice that sounds almost like you're always laughing. And the knarled branches outside look like your back, the way the segments of your spine petrude from your skin. And the thought disgusts me, as I let myself cry over broken dreams. Dreams that lay in pieces all around my floor, so that when I awake in the morning my bare feet crack and splinter them even more, and leave me scarred just the same.
I have nothing to writeI have nothing to write,I have nothing to write1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing to share.
I am lost for inspiration,
and I don't even care.
So what if I don't write?
It's not like it's good.
So what if I don't draw?
It's not like I ever could.
I don't need to create.
It's all pointless in the end.
I thought I loved my pen and brush,
but they're just false friends.
AloneAlone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many tears,
Hard to survive,
Out my eyes.
Want to die,
Feel so sad,
DragonflyDragonfly, dragonflyDragonfly1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fly on your way.
live another day.
why are you here?
This place is so dark.
It fills you with fear.
O dragonfly, dragonfly
I fear for your life.
Your flight,once so careless,
is now filled with strife.
Dragonfly, my dragonfly
live on for me.
I know life is hard,
but soon you'll be free.
Dragonfly, poor dragonfly
they try to pull you down,
but your wings need to fly.
I fear you may drown.
Dragonfly, please dragonfly.
They're toxic and mean.
They'll kill you so quickly.
Things aren't as they seem.
Dragonfly, brave dragonfly
you've started your flight.
You're out of the darkness
and headed for the light.
Thank you dear dragonfly.
Now I can be free too.
We're soaring in the light,
and our troubles are few.
At the end of the day.I was recently asked what kind of person I was. It was rhetorical; I answered, "the short kind," and laughed.At the end of the day.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But that got me thinking. What defines me?
Most people would answer such a question with their career. "I am an accountant," or, "I am a nurse," or, "I am a Google codemonkey." Or, if they are a student, "I am a student at [insert college here]." Even past that, one might answer with their hobbies. For example, I play video games. A lot. And I take pictures. I write. I read. I climb trees. I spend too much time on the internet. I listen to music. I go on walks and explore.
Is that what makes us? If life took you in such a way that you turned out to be a freelance journalist instead of a nurse, or led you to believe in ghosts instead of God, would you still be the same person?
I've only recently realized how open I am. How willing I am to speak to strangers, and get to know them, even if only for one day. Even if for just a few moments in passing. No, more than willing - e
Fortress of SorrowI may be brokenFortress of Sorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you cannot mend me
You cannot get close
You will never befriend me
For I have built walls
around my shattered heart
They keep me together
and they tear me apart
They keep what is left of me
Safe from attack
They keep me bottled up
and hold my emotions back
They shield me from this blackened world
and within them I shall hide
But these cold walls are my self made prison
and I am trapped inside
They keep me from being hurt again
but they are my greatest sin
From the moment they were fabricated
I haven't let anyone in
No matter how many times
I admit that I have a problem
Nobody will ever be able to help me
Because I refuse to let them
I have become so guarded
I have imprisoned myself
I have become so untrusting
I lost faith in my own mind
I have become so lost
I have misplaced my own humanity
I have become so broken
You can never pick up the pieces
Because if you break down these walls
and breach the heart of the problem
my deepest fear
is that there will be nothing t
Dreamer UnawakenedIn a crowded room, filled with shallow souls,Dreamer Unawakened2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Notebook and pen my company.
I sat alone, contently on my own
When a Dreamer sat beside me.
An artful mind, personal style, indifferent to the latest trends
That was the day, I had found a friend
And so began our story.
She didn't know she was a Dreamer.
You can tell that she was unaware,
By the way she asked about my thoughts,
When I had thought that no one cared.
She listened to my soft replies, wonder sparkling in her eyes
I pondered what she saw inside
A quiet mouse like me.
She always reminded me she was a Dreamer
Using a brush called "personality"
Painting through life, changing colors, with
Confidence and Bravery.
Splashing emotions onto canvas, she shares her world that I can't see
She put a pen into my hand one day,
And smiled, "Share yours with me?"
She showed me I'm a Dreamer
Unveiling my ability
To make rainbows out of black and white,
Breathing life into my fantasies.
The empty page that blankly stared, as bleak as my life used
I'll Make it Look Like An AccidentI'll Make it Look Like An AccidentI'll Make it Look Like An Accident2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What doesn’t kill us—
Just wears us down.
been lowered down.
Into a pit
With no hope, no hope—
Only a prescient haze
Of trials to come
Of tribulations that will make me undone.
It wouldn’t have to hurt them—
(Those that I love)
It wouldn’t have to hurt them so much—
If I fell,
Was sick for a spell,
Into a well…
I could get away with it all.
I stare up at the sky and there confound
None of the stars smile down
I stare up at the sky and the sun is black
I stare and I stare
and the devil stares back.
Temptation, temptation—the fruit of revelation:
An accident, to be sure
A surrender no one could know
And so, for them—
A softened blow.
My hair is brown, a crown
On my aching head
I would color it red—
A murderous intention
My dreams full of invention
to pose it
As an accident
No one would have to know
How I wish, wish wish—
To be done
To lie down
And be de
Summer SessionsYou struck me as surely as a blacksmith's hammer.Summer Sessions2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So bright, so bold, so beautiful. After so many long days and nights, coated in grey, lingering outside and wondering where the happiness had gone, you were almost too much. Like I was so used to being holed up in the lonesome dark that, when you finally made your appearance, when you finally burst into my life, I couldn't take the sudden intensity. My body simply wasn't used to it. It couldn't handle the joy.
You were difficult to get used to, at first. So daring, so omniscient. Always there, even when I couldn't quite see you, even when you were out of view. I always knew you were there, just waiting. Waiting for me to come back so you could drown me in your holiness, a coat that I could only wear when you were with me. Sometimes I just wanted to shrug that jacket off my shoulders. So overbearing, and too hot for such a day. Sometimes, it hurt just to look at you, let alone be with you.
But I felt the warmth surge through me, and over
JealousyAll it takes is just the one,Jealousy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And then the thoughts multiply.
Now here they'll just come
And now you're living off a lie.
At first you don't even notice,
But then it's everywhere.
no longer gentle like a kiss,
You begin to question why you stare.
It starts out so simple, so small.
The most innocent thing in the world.
But then it grows so big, so tall,
And your wrath begins to uncurl.
It consumes you like a fire,
And swallows you whole like an endless sea.
So soon the world will start to tire
If you dare tell them of your jealousy.
DespiteI know I’m far too young.Despite2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But these dark circles under my eyes tell differently.
Despite my smile,
And the joy you may see in my eyes,
It’s just fake.
I know I’m far too old for my age
And my thoughts show that.
I’m worried that I will do nothing with my life.
I’m worried that I will die tomorrow and leave no legacy of mine.
Despite my worries,
I’m nothing here,
Worthless here on this planet.
I know I should be carefree,
But I’m not.
I spend my free time in paranoia,
Living false fantasies.
Despite that fabricated feelings,
I still live in fear.
Fear of what though?
Fear of the world,
And more than anything,
The monster above all,
crestfallenyou're drunkcrestfallen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm alone
you're a planet of underground
songs and old anarchy like some
skinhead misplaced in time, you're the
physicality of destruction and i'm just
a newly-formed bud, a late bloomer
at the end of spring, still callow and fresh
but too weak to stand against the wind
you sit back and let your mind fester with
all the rotten things you swore you would never touch again,
and i'm watching you like a film played to an
empty movie theatre, because i'm the only one
who stuck around to see how this would end
i couldn't flourish in a wasteland
i couldn't flower in that swamp i climbed
my way out of, so don't
drag me back