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
Neku SakurabaGet outta my face! You're blocking my view!Neku Sakuraba7 years ago in Other More Like This
Shut up! All the world needs is me.
I have my values... so you can keep yours.
You hide behind those earphones, apathy,
Others try to reach you, futilely.
While you hate the drama others bring,
Others try to help you win this thing.
CAT was the only thing you liked,
And it led to your death.
From the attacks you were spiked,
And sent to test your worth.
She appeared out of nowhere,
And forced her way into you life.
She asks questions, she even dares,
To treat you like she's your wife.
She's nosy, she's annoying,
She's chipper, and loud.
She's bouncy, and cloying,
Always hanging on a cloud.
Her inner mind is truly tumultuous,
Envy gets the better of the best of us.
What you see as her, is truly her friend,
Her price for wanting more in the trend.
He's such an enigma, you can read him like a book,
But the pages read blank as your head begins to pound.
These places seem familiar, you take a look,
At the buildings that sit around.
Time goes on, m
EvanescenceYou’re supposed to make love the night of your wedding day, but John and I did not. Frankly, I don’t know how anyone can. We were exhausted. Our day started at the crack of dawn to get ready and was filled with constant adrenaline, standing, travelling, photos, socializing, speeches, dancing; before we knew it, it was 3 am and we had no energy left for anything else.Evanescence6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, the night of our wedding day, John and I just sprawled our clothes across the chairs in our fancy hotel suite and crawled into bed. Both laying on our backs, looking up at the beautifully painted ceiling, we sleepily recalled our favourite moments of the day. Like when his father was the first to get on the dance floor and make a total fool of himself, and when my maid of honour made half the room tear up with her beautiful speech about how happy we’ve been from the very start.
I nuzzled my face into his collarbone and murmured, “This has been the best day of my lif
Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)Memento Mori (A Twilight One-Shot)4 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
DragonsWhere did they come from?Dragons12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Where did they go?
Questions to which answers,
No one seems to know.
Beautiful and gentle,
As much as a flower.
They soon disappeared,
Due to man's lust for power.
Only those now
As rare as sages.
Can truely find a dragon
In these modern ages.
Once these creatures
Where the protectors of us all.
Sheltering great civilizations
Until they disappeared, leaving them to fall.
Everyone I know
Is a dragon you see.
I look out for you,
You look out for me.
Dragons will be with us
Through the reaches of time.
In fact there's one sitting here,
Teaching me this rhyme.
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
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."
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.
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 Writer1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Bad cop, Worse cop-Listen if you follow my tactical plan everything should be fine! alright first what we're gonna do is...Bad cop, Worse cop6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Ozone's words came out of his lips, an explosion emerge right between his eyes. As the door cracks into little pieces, Greed pulls out his shotgun shooting every tangos, no one is left alive.
-Sector clear! now let's find the target...
Ozone stands up and watches the bloody mess his partner just did.
-you know what? it could've been executed better! if someone would have sticked to my plan!
-Oh shut up! i never had a partner and i still don't need one! i even wonder what were they thinking when they did this choice!
As his new teamate kept looking for anyone alive, Ozone pouted ''yes i wonder too, give me a psycho spetsnaz wannabe fusion with a sylvester stallone impression.'' But he had to admit that this guy wa sstill useful even if he a total berserk. Greed took his unwanted partner's shoulder and bashed it to the wall.
-watch out the target is behind t
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.