The Rider and the DragonThe rider stands upon the hill,The Rider and the Dragon9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remembering the light,
Within the dragon's fiery eyes,
The beating of her wings.
He stumbles down to the village,
Ashamed she cannot come,
And tries to give her images,
Of the place he once did dwell.
The snow is deep and cold,
As it seeps into his boots,
Like the memories of his lover,
The woman that he left.
He staggers through the streets,
Searching for her home,
Unaware of the chill,
Or the longing of his soul.
The snow begins to fall again,
And everything is white,
The children quickly disappear,
Leaving him alone.
He finally finds her father's house,
And knocks gently on the door,
She is not home this night,
The young woman has been wed.
The streets are black,
As is his heart,
As he trudges back to the gate,
Ignoring the dragon's comfort.
He is stopped by the uniformed man,
And threatened with a sword,
Before he can do a single thing,
The steel's within his heart.
The rider slumps and dies,
Even with the dragon's love,
And the ranks of his kind die
Ouran Host Clubwwffy ch1This story is about You! Yes- You, in Ouran trying to get by! Love will be around the corner and jealousy is rising up! Who would YOU fall for? In OURAN HIGH-SCHOOL HOST CLUB~!<3Ouran Host Clubwwffy ch14 years ago in Settings More Like This
You rolled out of bed onto the floor.
"_____ today is the day you're going to Ouran High School Academy. Shall we ready you for your travel?" two identical voices asked promptly.
You blinked twice staring up at the faces before you, eyes still half closed with sleep.
"Wh-Whaa..." you yawned staring up at the unfamiliarity of them both before immediately scooting back.
"Who the hell are you?!" you frowned pointing to the perpetrators. Excuse your "French" but there were freaking strangers in your house!
The two twin maids smiled stepping closer with a dark shadow over their faces.
"Wait- don't touch me! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
And it was all a black blur from there.
"Nnnh... wh-what?" you blinked your eyes feeling your body move with the vehicle.
"Wait- crap I got kidnapped." you sat up clutching your
Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Millicent flinched in her seat when Parson Cullen slammed his Bible on the pulpit. "In the First Book of the Saint John, we find that 'If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness!' This is the blessing of God, given to man! Do not take this gift in ill-gratitude, sons and daughters of the Lord God..."
Parson Cullen's sermons had grown louder and louder since the death of his son. Millicent Timmins born-again, faithful churchgoer became more concerned for him with each passing year.
After the service, the silent congregation shuffled out of the church into the dark winter night. The sky was clear stars and galaxies twinkled brightly in the evening sky. Millicent shivered as she exited the warm place of worship, pulling her wool cloak closer to her slim body.
She knew her father would be angry that she returned home unescorted once again, but she still wasn't keen on any of the suitors that he par
What is art?What is art?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Describe what you call art'
To me art is something from the heart.
It's an embodiment of a vision,
It's a display of ambition.
An artist's work is never done,
Cause to the artist the work is only part of the fun.
An artist tries to show his emotions,
While sometimes hiding his true motions.
They say the eyes are the gate to the soul,
That's why an artist will never look foul.
They guide people through a world only they see,
A world filled with mountains, miracles, oceans and land seas.
So whenever somebody asks me: 'What is art?'
I do not only answer: "Something straight from the heart,
It's everything we know and that which we don't know.
It's hidden by the illusion of reality only certain people can see through."
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic bDon't Fall In Love With A Writer8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
CluesCluesClues9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had always thought it strange that Rei had kept Sailor Venus' identity from us. It was also suspicious how much they saw of each other even when after every meeting they had, Rei would be huffing about something Minako said or did whether it was her stance on the duty we had from our past life or something Minako did to show her up or embarrass her. I'll admit that I probably had a little fan crush on the famous Aino Minako, so maybe there was a little jealousy involved with how much I was keeping tabs on them. In fact the possibility of earning Minako's approval or impressing her probably had just a tiny tiny part in my risking myself for the past life and being so passionate about it. I was really happy that she was so concerned about me after that reckless battle with Jaedite's youma too. I really did believe in the mission though and told her as much, I thought she would approve of my view, now someone finally agreed with her.
Instead what happens
1847 -Part 1She sat on the church pew, her head resting on her hands. Her dark hair was loose and matted, the dress she wore stained. Voices muttered around her, though there were very few people in the church.1847 -Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Miss Catherine?" A low voice called out, echoing throughout the building. The girl lifted her head slowly, as if the effort was nearly too much. Her hazel eyes looked for the source that had spoken her name, finally locking on a young man.
"Hello, William," she addressed him as she recognized the tall man. Feeling a tear escape her eye, she quickly wiped it away.
"Is anything wrong, if you don't mind me asking?" He questioned, sliding into the wooden pew beside her.
"My mother died today," she replied, her tired gaze switching from William towards the front of the church. "Fever finally took her."
William nodded slowly. "She'll be in a better place than this," he said in an attempt to comfort her.
"I want her here, William," she muttered, turning to face him.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever andWhen you lose a best friend6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Whats the Attraction?What is the Attraction?Whats the Attraction?9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By : Brittani Lang
Why do you insist on drinking and driving; destroying and killing?
Whats the attraction with freely taking lives?
What is the deal with slowly killing yourself?
What is the attraction I've failed to notice? What is the draw that makes you do it?
Tell me please because I don't understand it.
What is so attractive about hurting and abusing yourself and others?
Taking lives, breaking hearts, destroying families, and erasing futures?
Please let me know, I really do not see whats so fun. I don't see whats so cool!
All I see are fools and idiots. I also see the destruction of someones life. Yours maybe. Or someone else.
What is the attraction with a one night buzz, when your entire life could go right down the drain?
Why bend under the pressure?
To be cool?
Whats so cool with being dead? Or in prison for murder?
What is the attraction I've failed to see?
Having a one night stand? Finding out you're a parent at the age of 15?
Whats so damn cool about
Sticks and StonesSticks and StonesSticks and Stones9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By : Brittani Lang
"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."
We've all heard the rhyme. All repeated these words after our teachers and may have recited them once or twice in life.
Whoever said these words first, was lying through their pretty white teeth.
Give me the sticks, stones and broken bones. These wounds will always heal given time and may not even leave a scar behind.
Words are the true danger here in this life.
It is the words that cause the most pain. The most suffering.
Words that cut you to the core and scar your heart and soul.
It is the words that damage you where no medicine will reach, where no treatments can heal.
Words that haunt us, lingering in our minds, cutting us again and again every time we recall.
Whoever first uttered this witty little phrase was a liar.
Words will always hurt us in a way that sticks, stones and broken bones will never be able to.
So, again, give me the sticks the stones and the broken bones. I'l
Why I hateWhy I hateWhy I hate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
By :: Brittani Lang
There is much I wish to say and too few words in which to annotate;
I will try to explain as best I can - though I fear I'll still be unclear - all the reasons why I hate who I am.
I can never quite say all I wish to say when it most matters. And even though it hurts me quite severely, I still can't get those angry words out. They remain locked away, held fast by a voice that can't give them shape.
I can't ever stand on my own two feet. I must constantly rely on crutches and on those who come near me.
I'm cowardly in all the worst ways. I hesitate on everything and become vague and unclear. I shuffle about always uncertain of what I must do.
I fear. It is one of the things I hate most about me. I fear. I fear what the future may hold, I fear change and what it might mean, I fear the words and the thoughts of others, I fear failing. I fear trying anything new for fear of failing. I fear the words I might hear from those that surround me. The possible jeers
Tearful StarsTearful StarsTearful Stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
By : Brittani Lang
These tears I have cried and the sorrow I felt were like no other;
I cried these tears as the moon was rising- my tears turned not to drips upon the ground but to stars that light the sky, stars that people wish upon and remove their sorrows on- sorrowful stars. The brighter the glow the more it grows to hold the pain of each person soul, to help the world in which we live my tears of sorrow turned to stars--
My tearful stars.