The Prince and the QueenThe Prince and the Queen
The hooded cloak coiled around Akataras while he walked, white as the snow that fell from above. The black of mourning had not slipped from the elf's shoulders for long, before he had once again clad himself in light. Familiar pains were easier to bear perhaps, or he had found a new road, paved on the lives he had buried, that led to a more clear path.
His path was clear, but his mind and heart were not. His long and ragged brown hair was not in the style of one whose mind was settled, or heart healed. The white furs, silks and leathers he wore only warded against the frost outside, not within. The exhaustion in his eyes betrayed him, for they were as cold and as the snow beneath his feet.
He looked toward the road ahead with tired turquoise eyes, but did not truly see it. They gleamed in the moonlight and revealed more than the traveller had ever dared to share. As if he feared the moon and starlight could see his deepest secrets, he pu
dead starshe told her once that her eyesdead stars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
were burned out galaxies
the light in them
already dead but fading
and that her pupils
were like black holes
liable to pull
you in and never
never let go.
and all she said was
we are all just dead
dead stars in the end.
Her Soothing Beauty"Hasar, light!"Her Soothing Beauty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An angry shout and a glare was all that was needed. The boy flinched instantly and held the mirror at a different angle, making sure his master was satisfied. The light filled the room once again, sun rays reflecting on the cold surface of the mirror, dancing their way merrily upon the woman's ebony hair. Hasar stood in awe, gazing at her smooth Qarista features.
"By the Duelling Moons", he thought. "Her beauty can only be compared to that of a goddess".
The woman rolled her eyes and for a fleeting moment they shared a glance. It was then that Hasar realised he was still staring at her. The boy's cheeks turned red and he quickly lowered his eyes to the ground, looking blankly at the wooden decking of his master's studio.
He had to always remember his place when HE was around. "A servant boy is not allowed to raise his eyes and look at anyone who is his superior", the master's voice resounded in his head. And in Hasar's case, everyone, even his own m
Warmth of a denHe was breathing raggedly, all adrenaline spent as the last man in front of him slipped bonelessly to the floor. When the face of the unconscious hunter landed in the soaked sawdust, the squishing noise finished bringing him back to his senses and he took a deep shuddering inspiration which he regretted instantly, the air around being saturated with various stenches, spilled wine and vomit.Warmth of a den3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The small move in front of him made him reach instantly for another of his daggers but the old man behind the counter merely smiled, putting on between them a cutlass, its blade stained and pitted with age but still impressive.
"I wouldn't if I was you, lad. I can still kick your ass if need be, so don't give me reasons."
From various corners, a few silhouettes were rising back on their feet and exiting as quietly as possible, intent on avoiding the fury of the young blond man they had just seen bring down a whole group of armed men. The room had been sparsely filled when he had entered and wa
ImagesI had a dream that I was dead.Images3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most of the faces I did not recognize.
There was a room; and a voice.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there.
There were so many people, and I was scared.
There was a familiar face in the endless crowd;
Someone from long ago.
They were smiling.
And then the room was gone.
I was stood in a park, in the rain.
It was so sad, but beautiful too.
The ground was covered in dead leaves,
and I could hear trees rustling in bitter wind.
There was thunder, but I wasn't scared.
I wanted to stay there forever, in the rain.
I had a dream that I was alive.
AbandonLet the winged dreamship carry us gently into space,Abandon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over jagged contour lines like scars we can't erase.
Let us realize our wish and leave this world behind,
And purge this ruptured domain from our bodies and our minds.
Fly us to the sun and feel the heat with which it burns,
And rid us both of secular and worldly concerns.
I beseech you, dreamship, let us fly to other lands,
Abandon Earth and grasp the universe within our hands.
Legacy of Ruin, Prologue: Hunter and PreyThe monotone beating of the axes resounded through the woods. Elduin could hear it well. The sounds of steel on bark and splintering wood seemed to enter his ears and seep through the core of his being. He endured it like physical pain, like the axes were striking into his body instead. The Greenskins who had killed Cenarius, they still had the audacity to come into their woods and cause even more mayhem. Elduin grit his teeth as the grip on his staff slowly tightened. The pain was slowly becoming unbearable. The druid's amber eyes searched the trees and he tried to concentrate on something different than the woodcutting orcs in the distance. He failed.Legacy of Ruin, Prologue: Hunter and Prey3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elduin experienced a seldom loss of patience. It was an uncommon experience for a timeless being like him to lose his patience, but ever since the death of Cenarius, he was becoming more and more prone to it. Where in Elune's name was Ishrien? The renegade sentinel was supposed to have returned by now. This wasn't like her. She was one
Two Grapes and a Glass of spilt RacameA warm spring breeze carried the sweet, melodic laughter of Lady Rithiell to Hasar's ears as he was heading to the garden. His heart pounded vividly in his chest, forcing him to stop and catch his breath. What was it about this woman that made his arms tremble like those of a sealh's*¹, when she is paying her respects to the Mighty Wind? His shaky hands betrayed him and, to his fright, he realised he had spilt some of the wine. Several droplets were spread on the stone-covered floor, the rich aroma of fruits, sanā*² and cassia*³ filling his sinuses, while another tear-shaped drop was sliding slowly down the crystalline surface of the goblet he was holding. Hasar pulled his sleeve and wrapped the fabric around the glass, carefully wiping it clean from any remnants. He had picked the most expensive wine the master had in the manor's cellar, a bottle purchased in the city of Viya in exchange for three slaves. "Racame", the name his mother's people had given to it, "the First Blood ofTwo Grapes and a Glass of spilt Racame3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fond Memories How many years had it been since that day? Thalion wondered. The half-elf sighed reminiscently as he surveyed the crater. The wreckage had long since been picked clean. He felt that strange scrap of metal in his pocket that Oreyn had given him. He also had given a piece to Azyriel.Fond Memories3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mother . . . thoughts of the elf brought up memories of her beauty and warm smile. Her eyes haunted him because they were his own. He avoided mirrors because of them.
Oreyn gave the largest piece to Raina. Little Raina why did you have to let it blind you? The look of hatred on her face from Oreyn’s murder tortured his sleep. Thalion shivered and not just from the cold as he knelt down to touch the scarred scorched earth. Oreyn said the dark elf had stepped out of the flames like a phoenix. It seared her clothes away, but never touched her shadowy skin.
Thalion smiled remembering the gasps the camp would m
schitzophreniaIn my head the pain is realschitzophrenia7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voices whisper and mumble
Their words are unintelligable
My brain is throbbing it hurts so bad
I can feel them, their hands on my arms
They make my flesh crawl
My breath hitch, my hair stand on end
I feel like I'm drowning, yet there's no water
My mind is swarming, I hear them
Yet no words I can make out
I'm chocking on the darkness
Wrapping itself around my throat
Strangling me in the night
The medication is supposed to help
But it just numbs my whole person
I can't feel, can't think
I'm a machine, a puppet
For me I have a choice, a painful one
Feel fear and pain
Or nothing at all
Hear my thoughts and the mumblings of voices not my own
Or hear nothing, think nothing
I'm trapped in the darkness
Lost in a sea of dispair
Alone in an ocean of ghosts
Will there ever be a cure?
the flesh does not search for more than fleshyou can wrap a corpse in ribbon, dear, but it will never look so lovely as the livingthe flesh does not search for more than flesh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skeletal hands were not meant for warmth and sun
maybe that's why i've always liked the winter better
stumbling over wordsshe says Imaginestumbling over words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that god is the field beneath us,
and the trees are his angels -
(i pray to them, you know,
wrap myself around the bark like vines,
each of my thousand fingers curls to catch each twig.
but on bad days i am poison ivy
and my fingernails are nettles,
my long torso is tied in knots and clumps
like my hung over hair.)
- or Suppose
that love is a recluse and a painter,
and hate is his morbid self critic -
(i'm a painter too, you know,
my brush screeches up at me
as if to say breathe me, breathe me!
but on bad days i am a smoker
whose lungs wither like untended plants,
my tongue is tied in knots and clumps
that deep breaths can't unseam.)
drunk, i watch her Muse drift from her tongue
to tickle the trees nearby
A Poem About HomeworkRAGEA Poem About Homework4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A MOUNTAIN OF FIERY RAGE
BURNS DOWN EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH
DESTROYS ALL LIFE, DESTROYS ALL HAPPINESS
DESTROYS ALL THOUGHTS OF HOPE
STOPS THE WIND, BLOCKS OUT THE SUN
WHERE THERE WAS BEAUTY, NOW THERE IS NONE.
RAGE GIVES WAY TO A DELUGE OF DESPAIR
NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE
Night and DayIt all started with simple message,Night and Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lit me up, supplied my heart with voltage,
I was dreaming, I was sinking,
My world was filled with aching,
Talking to you was a good part in my day,
I express what my heart dares not convey,
Through touching and hugging, physically,
With words and poems, mentally,
I feel the pain of losing you,
By hateful and bitter rules,
The steadiness you show while being hounded,
Will not be without rewards unbounded,
As long as you forget me not,
Our love can always be begot,
On the day our hearts can together, fly away,
You'll see wondrous night, I'll see illustrious day.