Dialogus AeturnumDialogus Aeturnum6 years ago in Open More Like This
Who forms structures amidst the unknowable
Wherein the eternal dialogues lay?
Fanciful constructions of the essence
Existing in philosophical garbs
Dressed in purple, but tattered and torn
Bereft of their own value
Creating infinites through the subsets of infinite
Thus The descriptors of eternity, the finite ad infinitum
And the narrowing perception of that which transcends
The [in]finitude of attributes
An amorphous coalescence of forms
The conscious realisation of forms
An inseparable totality; an amorphous coalescence
By the narrowed filtration of perceptions
To the angularities that govern
I Am A WitnessI was witness to the Big Bang.I Am A Witness2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I saw hundreds of billions of galaxies burst into being like birds escaping their cage and exploding into the night.
I saw the first tendrils of life emerge, green and wet, in the salt of some distant planet's still-hot oceans. I witnessed the first breath ever taken, the first glow of knowledge to bloom in the eye of an animal no bigger than myself.
I saw the Earth build itself from fire and gas, and I saw a thousand more Earths do the same over every swirl of cosmos. And I am watching them yet, as I write this, still forming infinite light years away, white-hot in the explosion of their birth. I can see them.
And I have seen them go out, whispering into blackness as the last life in them dies. I have seen them melting and burning, running over with molten rock and the blood of their innocents. I have seen them freeze, crackle with ice, and go still. I have seen them let out their last breath, like Caesar, exhaling one final burst of carbon as he bleeds
Lately...Lately I've been thinking, if the stepsLately...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I've taken were meaningful at all
I'm not sure if my conscience helps me anymore
Maybe faith is guiding me through this storm
My heart feels like it's being torn
By the one who I've cared about the most
Unexplainable feelingThis cryptic feeling that I’m feeling insideUnexplainable feeling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know its meaning but it has caught my eyes
I’ve only felt it once, but it’s been made very clear
That since the first time I met you I’ve hold you dear
And it’s so vivid; it’s strange but also great
It’s close to unexplainable, and gentle as a dove
But only few, barely anyone could relate
That the best of her is that she showed me love
The Symphony of RainWhere orange rays free fall from the sky,The Symphony of Rain2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
where heaven's time ceases to deny
the desire for a weeping cloud,
hear the sky roar out loud...
As you stretch your hand out for a tear
near the deep vertical atmosphere.
"Can't this sorrowful terrain
spare any room for rain?"
Break to the symphony of rain!
Feel it's darted arrows plunge,
throw your adrenaline into a lunge,
and watch nature start to breathe.
The heart now stands to know
of an indescribable water flow.
Break to the symphony of rain,
the sweet symphony of rain!
Where orange rays free fall from the sky,
is where a fair child questions why
the stars won't create a path
for the clouds to finally pass...
As he stretches his hand out for a tear
near the deep vertical atmosphere.
"Can't this sorrowful terrain
spare any room for rain?"
Back to Chorus x1
And the stillness after a storm
slanders the tension of a beating sun.
Just a shower thirty seconds long
slanders the tension of a beating sun.
Back to Chorus x2
In Grandpa's EyesIn Grandpa's Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the time that she could walk and talk
she could never quite get it right.
Her mommy would call her spiteful names
and then scream "Get out of my sight!"
Nothing she did was ever enough
no matter how hard she would try.
The pictures that she would draw for mom
never got more than the usual sigh.
But when she would go to grandpa's house
greyish skies would turn sunny blue.
In grandpa's eyes she could do no wrong;
his love for her was kind and true.
Her grandma had been ill for some time
making it hard for grandpa to cope.
But when she came with those dark brown eyes
her visits would fill them with hope.
By the time that she was twelve years old
her dear grandma had passed away.
Her mother had found a new lover;
they left her and went their own way.
Alone and afraid and feeling low;
suddenly, a knock at the door!
Grandpa was there to rescue his girl...
and he promised to be there for her evermore!
Immersed Within the Clouds Ch.6 Germany x ReaderImmersed Within the CloudsImmersed Within the Clouds Ch.6 Germany x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Germany x Reader)
Ludwig awoke at the usual early hour in which he had grown accustomed. He carelessly rubbed the sleep from his eyes before instinctively slicking his hair back. His fingers had barely touched the back of his head when he flinched. It must have been bruised from the ordeal yesterday.
He ignored the pain presently and turned his attention to his slumbering brother and prisoner. Gilbert's hair was strewn in every direction and drool matted his cheek while you slept peacefully with your hair, which had now long fallen out of its braid, masking your face. With an elongated sigh, the German lifted himself from the cot and gently woke the other two. Gilbert released an over dramatic yawn before clutching his stomach as it growled.
"We need to eat, West." Gilbert groaned as Ludwig's stomach agreed rather boisterously. You pushed the messy hair from your face allowing it to frame the sides.
"Are you guys hungry, too?" You inquired
On rainy days...I look out the window and see the liquid dropsOn rainy days...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the soothing sounds that calms my thoughts
It helps my feather heart to keep its strength
As long I keep my conscious clear my faith won’t go away
Because these are the days when I wonder the most
About my life choices and all I ever hope
The rain keeps my sanity from being overthrown
By anything troublesome and keep a peaceful tone
Irish DreamsMy dreams of Ireland are paintedIrish Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with pastel green eye shadows
and emerald bushels of garland
that glisten in the charcoal night.
They're visions of golden showers
and fresh aquamarine dew drops
that embrace the lively bedrock,
awakening the creatures within.
They're the rush of bustling winds
weaving through the loose locks
of Irish boys and their lovers,
dancing under the Celtic stars.
They're the ancient melodies
that consume every fantasy heart
and yearner of good luck,
well-wishers and explorers.
My dreams of Ireland are painted
with every enticing touch of beauty
that one could possibly imagine.
Pursuing my happinessPursuing my happiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel the rubble beneath my feet
My eyes are clouded with a fog that restricts me from seeing
For now I feel blind, but from a distance I see a shining figure
Though I seem to be in a malevolent environment, I don’t feel like fleeing
With each step I take, the rubble pierces my feet
Though the pain is sorrowful, faith strengthens my heart
I know I won’t be disappointed with finding someone who shines in the dark
All of this will be worth it; this will be where my happiness starts
ApartApart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-
It's never too lateYou will have been dead fifteen years tomorrow,It's never too late2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and yet not once have I visited your grave.
I was always busy; there was always time
to see you, to make amends. And yet, I feel
it's all a sham. I could make time, but I fear
the truth. It's easier to believe my lies.
If I went, I'd see your plot, see how you lie
untroubled, beneath the soil. Your tomorrows
ended many yesterdays ago. No fears
to face, no debts to pay. No decisions grave
to weigh your brow. Not like your son. How I feel
the heaviness of this life. There's too much time
and not enough. Lives end every day. It's time
to stop hiding from the pain. My future lies
along a path you've helped me walk. I can feel
your touch in everything I do. Tomorrow
is too late, sometimes. It shall not be graved
into history that I gave into fear.
For too long I feel I've lived a life of fear,
of caution, of safety, and, and yet such times
I had. Oh dad, you'd be turning in your grave
if you saw the choices that I made that lie
AirYou do not have to be empty.Air2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go, now, to the high places, the thin spires
of mountains and skyscrapers
the roof of your house, tipped with snow,
and fill yourself up with the air.
Drink it in, taste it, roll it around
on your tongue, feel it settle
in the caverns of your lungs. Feel the dust
and the ice crystals and the scraps of newspaper
brush your lips, and fill yourself with them, too.
Fill yourself up with the moonlight, the frost,
the dusky rose of the rising sun,
the night, the morning, the calls of birds,
the sillhouettes of telephone poles,
the shadows of people and clouds and alley cats
that dance across the pavement.
Fill yourself with the feel of your lover's hands,
the smell of the cold wind (mint and forests)
the taste of afternoon tea, the sight
of birds pinwheeling in the snow.
You do not have to be empty.
AutumnYou said ‘paint me a scene of golden leavesAutumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stroked across a sky of cheerful blue.’
I grab my brush and pull out my easel
to stare out at this autumn canopy.
Crackled golden leaves turn to
a blanket of colorful Julia Heliconians stretched
beneath layers of sapphire calendula wings.
Old oak trees seal their sap
a hidden splendor within dried up bark
renewed by relentless rain,
silent leafhoppers dine on its hidden treasure,
locked within a timeless old tree.
I fill in the gaps, paint colors to the leaves with feathers,
entwine the life of the oak within the insects it feeds.
The sky is a haven of indigo crests that soar effortlessly.
the treetops crawl with life, orioles rest their fruitful
young and spread their golden wings, filling the trees with
its autumn glory.
You said ’paint me a scene of golden leaves
stroked across a sky of cheerful blue.’
I hand you the easel with a smile on my face,
I offer my mind, my heart and my soul within
the colors of
Touched by ThunderI can hear the thunder,Touched by Thunder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
great deep rumblings
like the growling of a fierce
I revel in the sound,
dance to the carnal vibrations
low beneath my feet.
I yearn to feel the sweet, cool mist;
Gentle spray of the sky.
Like a caress from a familiar lover,
lingering on my flesh.
Then I know,
Somewhere on this heavenly place
I call home
I can be touched.
FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
You are EverythingYou are amazing.You are Everything2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the smiling face,
That gave that kid
Better hope for this place.
You are the helping hand,
Even if you didn’t know it,
That helped everything turn out
Better than planned.
You are the voice
That helped someone
Make a vital choice.
You are the joke
That made them laugh
And gave them that stroke
Of happiness that they needed.
You are the bright eyes
That light the way,
A lantern of hope
Through the fog of lies.
You are their push towards
Their positive afterwards.
And you are far from worthless.
Are the most important person
In the world.
We are all characters
In someone else’s story.
That pivotal point,
That pushes them from misery,
And leads them to their glory.
letter to mattletter to matt4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(For my Matty)
I don't even know why the hell am I writing this to you. It's supposed to open your eyes, forever hidden under your goggles. Do you remember when we first met? At Wammy's? It rained and it was like hell, and you sat alone on staircase. You held a broken game in your hands and freaky stared at it. I saw that and slowly came near you. Some badass idiots broke it. You're favourite and your firs game. You didn't cry, cuz' you were the man, always brave. Then I went and beat the shit out of these morons, in a secound.
We started to hang out together every day. You were my only friend, and I was yours. I understood your gamer passions, you understood my strong emotions. Sometimes you act like a bitch, but it's okai, I have that days too
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
The MaskThe unmasked face,The Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Baring her soul to the world,
A terrifying prospect,
To one as young as me.
The carefully painted tears,
Are leaving tracks down her cheeks,
But these are not her cheeks,
Just the mask so well put together.
Her inner soul was shown,
By means of really seeing her.
Questions bubble to the lips,
Of the real her inside.
letter to melloletter to mello4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Doesn't know what bitch) ---
No, I won't start like that.
Yes, I've seen your letter. First I though : omg, Mello is gay! I knew it! I thought it's a joke or something. I thought that you want to make a fool from me once again. That wouldn't be something new, right?
But if you wanted to do that, you wouldn't do it in such way. I mean, it's nothing like you.
(Ok, I'll say it dear :3)---
(Listen now) --- Ignore that
Yes, I remebmer that moment in Wammy's. It was the worst day of my life. Till you came. You didn't even know me then. But you went to these guys and beat the shit outta them. I was shocked first. Then we became friends.
As time passed, I started---
I started loving you, Mells.
We spend many days together. You were always there for me. And I'll be always there for you. As you know- I DON'T LIKE GUYS.
But I like you, Mihael Keehl. P.s- That doesn't mean you're a girl, ofc.
I'm not a good writter, but I'll do my best. And what shit do you talk about dying? If
Soulis: The Woman and the Sea You'd crowd his mind with imagesSoulis: The Woman and the Sea2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of emeralds and sapphires,
exotic fruits and birds and people,
You'd been working on his fate
for almost nineteen years
before you first took him away
and filled my eyes with tears.
You'd grab him from my trembling arms
with merciless desire,
convince him that you were his love,
me-nothing to admire,
and when he would come back to me
after your cruel trips
with an exhausted body
and loads of precious gifts
I knew you were waiting,
ready for the next session
with his cyclic madness,
his fatal obsession.
RunRunRun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wolf's lesson to all
A fire lights the forest night.
Throws shadows cross a tiny glade
One who would escape his life
Sits there wrapped within its chains
He hoped for peace within the forest
A chance to fill the void inside
Living life had lost its meaning
Crying in darkness he wished for a guide
Startled he was when the wind started blowing
Frighted he was when it walked from the night
It's body as grey as the smoke from his fire
And eyes of bright amber that glowed in the light
"Brother" it spoke in a voice like the mountains
Ageless and wise the words touched deep inside
"You're lost and alone and your heart is near broken."
"You asked and I answer now follow your guide."
He followed the wolf that had entered the clearing
It turned and it walked with a quick glance behind
Out into the woods and the night and the shadows
Guiding him onward but what would they find
They stopped at the edge of a silver lit plain
The wolf spoke again as he knelt by its side
"First you must find th
When The Mask Comes Off:Chp.19When The Mask Comes Off:Chp.198 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Special Halloween Chapter!!!!!!!
Chapter 19: All Spirits Day
I do not own Avatar: the Last Airbender, or any of the names or characters of the show. I merely control them for my own twisted pleasure from this point in the story on.
When they managed to get off the ship, they had at least four guards going after them. But as soon as they hit the main festival, all bets were off.
Having never seen any festival except the one Aang had made then attend, Katara was overwhelmed by the sear extravagance of it.
So many people were pact into such a small amount of space; she was constantly running into someone. She reached out for the Blue Spirit's hand and accidentally ended up grabbing some else. She apologized only to loose sight of that person too as they were swallowed by the crowd.
She jolted her way through the mass, panic filli