Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
What If We Were Poets?Do you ever wonder what it's like to come face-to-faceWhat If We Were Poets?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the planets? To curl your fingers in the air without
meeting thousands of plaster ceilings? What if I showed you
how to cross Saturn's rings, inhale the atmosphere of Venus?
You would enter the Earth (and it's a strange place to call home,
really) with ice crystals at the corners of your mouth and ash
clouds stuck to the insides of your fingernails. Let me tell you,
it's a beginner's worry that you'll burn up in the atmosphere,
but I've had helium and hydrogen daubed on the base of my tongue.
Oh, and do you ever brush past the windows on train carriages
and wonder what cornfields are like when they're your sky
and your Earth's crust? What if I took you to the white cliffs
of somewhere or other and taught you how to spread your wings
and not hit the ground? What if I showed you mazes, and became
the red threads around your thumbs? If you'll just trust me, I'll let you
see that getting lost should only worry you in jungles of co
Necromancers MonologueThey cast me out; the ignorant fools. Fearful of what their minds, numbed after generations of dirt farming, are unable to comprehend.Necromancers Monologue7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Graverobber! they cried. Freak! they shouted. Hurling spoiled vegetables and insults at me as the chased me away. They will regret that soon oh yes.
For months I have prepared, here in the catacombs. Hundreds of loyal, perfect servants heed every nuance of my thought. I need not even speak an order; merely will it and they will make it true.
Life is filthy. Disgusting in its futility why do they cling to it so?
They celebrate it even. Flowers they leech upon their surroundings and die, once they have spread their seeds for another generation of pointless beings.
So like the people who rip them from the ground. Removing the very thing they seek to honor.
And moonlight Oh the moonlight! It is so romantic and poetic! , Bah! They do not appreciate its true poesy! Their foolish perception is like
You'd think twiceYou'd think twice,You'd think twice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you would.
If you knew the truth
of what I've done.
I've hurt myself,
and I can't promise
I won't do it again.
I'm broken down,
and not very pretty
in the first place
so if you knew everything else
you would think twice
I know almost certainly.
For why have someone that is
broken and insecure
when you can have
someone with less problems?
why go after me,
when there's someone better?
who has no scars,
who has not hurt their family.
someone that is not damaged.
yes I'm pretty sure
you would think twice
about liking me
if you knew the whole truth.
because why have me
when there's someone
that isn't broken
Sometimes...Sometimes I ruin everything around me...Sometimes...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I don't have all the answers...
Sometimes I can't hold everything together...
Sometimes I screw up...
Sometimes I fail...
Sometimes I'm not enough a reason...
Sometimes what I say doesn't matter...
Sometimes I don't matter...
Sometimes I don't do anything right...
Sometimes I say the wrong thing...
Sometimes it is all my fault...
Sometimes I just want to give up...
But I read your words and you make me
feel like the greatest person in the world...
Create Your Own Fantasy WorldHey there!Create Your Own Fantasy World3 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is my recent project. After stumbling across the article "How to Create Your Own Fantasy World" I became hooked. The article contains 17 steps. I'm uplaoding the first three steps. It is not very detailed yet but I will work on it.
I'm open for ideas, comments and so on...
The ideas are all my own. Do not use them without my permission!
How to Make Your Own Fantasy World
1. Name your place
> Assastor [The main country], Omara [Country beyond the Great Sea]
2. The inhabitants
> Normal Humans [Kings, queens, lords, guards, knights, farmers, craftsmen and so on...]. They are either members of the different houses/clans or are without a house and live in one of the free cities. The members of the Black Guard called "Black Jackets" are without a house after they join in order to make them neutral towards the conflicts between the clans.
> Special kinds of humans [Seers, who are able to catch glimpses of the future and shamans, who have healin powers]. These people a
Are You a Normal Boy?Take off that silly mask you're wearing.Are You a Normal Boy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ah, yes. That's a pretty face.
Is that the one you always wear to parties?
Where is the one you put on when you're all alone?
Did you leave that one at home?
Don't worry; I won't tell anyone that I noticed.
Behind your various shades of blue and green, I might think you were normal.
Too bad for you, I'm the exact same way.
I hide behind these barriers because it feels so safe.
Let's be honest with each other, just this once;
Why don't you show me how you really feel?
Is that so much to ask?
Put away the pen-shaped knives and just be real.
Will you believe me if I tell you that I'm sorry?
For finding you out?
How's this? I'll make it up to you with a new mask.
Will you make me one too?
Once Upon A TowerShe was called a Femme Fatale, which was a remarkably exact, if misleading, description. She did not seduce men. She killed them. She also happened to be the princess's lady-in-waiting, another exactly deceptive title. She was a lady and she waited. Mostly in the shadows, for danger to appear.Once Upon A Tower4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In other words, Katherine was a guard on stiletto heels - and if you believed at least that to be less than literal in meaning, you would be in a world of trouble. For there was nothing metaphorical whatsoever in Katherine. It had been said that her hair was as dark as a raven's plumage - and once she had compared it to find that it was of that precise nuance as well. Men had told her that her eyes shone like stars, which she'd tested by looking into a lake at night - and seeing her hair as a patch of darkness and her eyes exactly like two stars. Her lovers had said her lips were honey-sweet and she had confessed to eating more honey than she should have. So the fact that she was called a guard o
MONOLOGUEYour death will be much like your life, short and meaningless. I remember our last encounter. You were lost, scared, broken. Your unlikely escape and improbable ability to stay hidden from me for so long is condusive to your extreme luck. But you can only run as far as your past will allow. Avoiding the inevitable, praying for the impossible. It was only a matter of time before you, like me, realized the power of the choice you made. You finally see the control it has over you now. So long ago, you tried to escape your destiny. Your path, in the end, has led you back to me. Your choice, your path, and I am your end. It was always meant to be. And I shall not fail to finish what you have started. By the time you realize you cannot escape, it will be too late. Any thoughts you had about honor or duty or purpose are irrelevant now.MONOLOGUE7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Sonnet XXIIBut give me leave to love in silence thatSonnet XXII1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
which I cannot possess— and give me such
inspired defiance of the urges at
my breast— and give me strength to never touch
my lips to hers, my soul to her soul— give
me heart and hale to weather every storm
that may unfold: But tell me how to live
without my hand in hers, its honest form—
and tell me how to wake each morn if not
to wake within her arms— and tell me how
I am to carry on, and how I ought
to act and speak and be, around her, now,
and ever: tell me, and I'll on my way
as still and quiet as the passing day.
The Joker MonologueThe Joker MonologueThe Joker Monologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Testing... one two one two (laughter). Hello good people of Gotham City, I'm tonights entertainment (laughter). I would like to ask that you will all remain seated and no one tries to be a hero. You're not. Oh, and don't think about calling the cops, because you see those doors back there? Well, as soon as someone tries to open it we all... go... KABOOM! (laughter).
Now I'm not the real Joker, no he's been sitting in Arkham for quite some time now, but don't worry he'll make it out just like I did (laughter). No I'm just inspired by the Joker, he taught me to follow my dream. Now the Joker helped Gotham for the greater good. The joker taught us to follow our dreams. You see when I was a boy my dream was to make people smile and be happy. Help them forget about all the evil in the world, and you know waht my father said? He said that it was a stupid idea and that I should give up. Now I wanted to prove him wrong. So one night while he was passed out on the sofa I did
Divine MagickTales that swim around incredulityDivine Magick6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
visions of unbroken Magick, divine
phantasm becomes our existence
around us the Magick will shine.
Gathered by the awareness we possess
as one we feel the Magick align
enchanted tales that once felt fictitious
we worship the Magick, divine.
The meaning enriches fradgile faith
the strength overwhelms the spirit
we rest upon belief in our God,
for divine Magick, we feel it.
The Dancing TreesThe Dancing Trees5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Following a stream and honey bees
I came upon The Dancing Trees
T'were in a glade of silver grass
Long after ghostly winter past
I dropped in wonder to my knees
To watch in awe The Dancing Trees.
The elm and ash and willow too
Bent and swayed as wind came through
To choreograph a magic scene
Of graceful limbs so strong and lean
Did entertain and strove to please
As they performed The Dancing Trees.
Playful breeze did come to play
Adding music to gentle fray
Fluttered wings of starlings burst
Sleepy owl awoke and cursed
One-eyed oak tree felt the beat
Shaking free from ancient seat.
Branches touched and twigs were linked
Gyrating now in perfect synch
Faeries around a toadstool danced
Goblins joined in ungainly prance
With joy that moment I did seize
The merriment of The Dancing Trees.
Anorexia NervosaIn the mirrorAnorexia Nervosa3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a girl is sleeping
on mounds of fat,
a gluttony victim
shedding more tears
On the other side,
she drips self-loathing
from every pore,
s t r e t c h i n g
over razor-like collarbones
as she sheds
(almost) as many pounds
Too shyOh god, look; He's online.Too shy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your heart lets off a harsh thud before going into a more... pleasant -if I may use that word- hyperdrive.
What should you do? Do you message him? Wait for him to talk to you first? What if he doesn't? You don't wanna seem desperate, but in all honesty, you are...
Just as you're about to cave, he beats you to punch. Your heart leaps with joy. He initiated the conversation! That must mean he likes you... Or at the very least, likes talking to you. You regain your composure as you type what you think is a witty response.
A conversation sparks, and the two of you talk for hours; though to you it feels like just minutes. He actually tells you he has to go rather than just logging off and you two are able to say a proper goodbye.
While you’re happy for that, another fact weighs heavy on your mind…
You still hadn’t told him how you felt.
It would’ve been a perfect opportunity; you were getting along just fine, and the mood seemed right. All
Look withinDon't sharpen your sword,Look within5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
for the enemy you seek
may be within you.
Stars Can Say Fuck You, TooLungs cough up dust and the blood hardens into rust.Stars Can Say Fuck You, Too4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it possible for this heart to beat? Shriveled lungs can't even extend for breath.
(Do cells really need oxygen anymore?)
And somehow I'm the one left to survive, so don't be surprised when rough hands lead me home.
Did you really think soft hands could have lived through this world alone?
(With the sincerity of a cheese grater, would you accept my apology?)
I know you'll accept it with an Iodine smile and a wounded tongue.
Or was it pride ?
Leaving me here to wonder if I should sink to the bottom with you?
(Oh, how I love to get even.)
Usually meaning the end of my morality but I've sacrificed it for less.
If I make it out of this I'll be bloody as hell, at least I took you with me.
Couldn't we act like this never happened? I told you from the start that I wouldn't get hurt
But you didn't believe that you and me ende
Awaiting Your CallI've waited and waited,Awaiting Your Call1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For hours on end.
This has happened before.
How much time will I spend?
Did she purposely neglect me,
Or has she simply forgot?
She'll text me soon,
Or so I thought.
Why do I fret so,
About this girl?
We've only just met,
But she's a part of my world.
I miss you even now,
Tough I can't contemplate how.
You've got me enthralled,
Answering every beck and call.
And so I sit,
Getting not a blink of sleep,
You'll ever be mine to keep.
.Love. ...Love....Love.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some crave it
Some love it
Some hate it
Some need it
Others abuse it
Others use it
Others are obsessive to a point
It's a word that can mean so much
It's a word that can mean so little
It's a word some don't understand
It's a word that some simply dismiss
It's just a four letter word
But some people fear it so much
It's nothing to be scared of
But others aren't sure
Fuck you too.Drop dead, Gorgeous...Fuck you too.6 years ago in Other More Like This
That disappoints me... that I can STILL hear your voice
dripping off the light-bulb.
I swore ten times backwards that it was... choked off.
Sometimes, it's just... just.too.much.
One day, I'll pull the trigger,
and you can wash all the love I had once for you off the wall.
Or maybe I'll just hold you... in my hand
and drown you in my own personal ocean.
I don't know... I'm not a goddamn psychic.
Maybe you should just kill me,
pop me off one of these days.
Do us BOTH a favor...
Live100 things.Live4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Look at you.
And you're scared.
Why are you so scared?
Stop being paralyzed.
Stop swallowing your words.
Stop caring what other people think.
Stop listening to the older.
Don't let yourself be used by others.
Don't listen to the mean things you receive.
Take a deep breathe.
Get free from you're insecurities.
Take a stand.
Wear what you want.
Say what you want out loud.
Listen to the music you want to listen to.
Play it loud as fuck and dance to it.
Go out for a drive at midnight and forget you have school the next day.
Stop wanting to be perfect.
Stop waiting for friday.
Do it now.
Love yourself the way you are.
Enjoy the time you spend with those you love.
Be whatever you want to be.
Lie or be onest, it doesn't matter.
Go with the flow.
Thank for what you receive.
Give you're all.
This life is yo
Monologue - TortureThere are 206 bones in the human body. 8 pints of blood, 24 ribs, and 21 feet of intestine. So much to play with, so little time.Monologue - Torture9 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
The ribs, are the easiest to start with, of course. they take so little pressure. A foot on the ribcage and the lungs are crushed, a moment of weak pain, the breathing...stinted. More pressure, and the oxygen levels decrease, the eyes dim, the lungs burn in longing... and the heaviness on the chest becomes so... unbearable. Bone grates against panting organs and then as weakness overcomes the body there comes the irresistable snap, muffled under layers of tissue. Searing pain as muscle parts from melded bone, the quiet muscular rip, and then the weight is lifted.
A constant struggle for air, sharp bone jammed against shallow, pounding flesh, the mind, desperate for sleep, dare not. Left in a constant state of daze, pain... and breath, are all that matters.
Pain receptors in the human body are surprisingly... resilient. The flicker of a candle across the back