Honour and ShameIn shame I was born,Honour and Shame8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in shame cast aside,
thrown out to die.
I was hopeless till you came,
I was helpless, I was nothing -
yet you saw past my shame
and lifted me.
You lifted me up,
up, up into glory,
a place of honour by your side.
You showered me with blessings,
you covered me with gifts,
you swore me your love:
you were mine, I was yours.
Ashes turned to beauty,
the waif became a queen -
but I forgot
what I had been.
Honour turned to pride,
beauty to a curse.
I abused your gifts,
I threw you aside.
Eagerly, hungrily I sold myself,
gave others what belonged to you,
turned honour in for shame.
I was falling,
falling down -
down, down without seeing
what I was doing to myself.
You made me look in the mirror,
you made me see my disgrace,
let me face the consequences
of my unfaithfulness.
Without you, I have nothing,
all my beauty falls away,
all the blessings turn to ashes,
all my glory becomes shame.
Without you, I am nothing -
a veneer of honour,
chewed up from insi
First Flight The wind had already numbed his fingers as Joseph sat on a cliff far above the city with his sketch pad balanced on his knee. The city was laid out in miniature on his pad; there was just one detail he sincerely wanted to add…a dragon.First Flight1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This far north it wasn’t common to see dragons in the winter, though every so often a Gargoyle or a Polaris would come out of the mountains. There were stories of how in the old days there would be squads of dragon riders stationed here; in fact if one were to go into the fields just below the cliff Joseph sat on the ruins to a dragon compound could still be seen.
It was torment to think that those days were forever gone, Joseph had always believed that he could have been one of those Riders, empathically linked with his dragon—but it was useless to waste time thinking about those days. There was no longer anyone who knew much about dragons, all of the knowledge about how they we
Insanity's PleaI am a schizophrenic.Insanity's Plea10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I live in a world of flying horses and bombed cities.
My days are filled with multi-colored faeries and giant carnations,
sun-dappled and glowing with sunset fire.
My nights consist of smoke rising from decimated towers,
a black, stinging mass overshadowing a decrepit city.
Sometimes there are people, sometimes there are not,
shadows on walls with red paint oozing from its pores.
This is my reality.
There was this one time I tore myself from my dreams.
When I opened my eyes, I saw two people, a man and a woman,
in a rundown apartment with cockroaches skittering across the tiles.
The man had a gun in his hand and had the woman by her hair,
her face forced upward as she screamed and screamed and screamed.
The mascara ran down her face, rivers of black ink, and her arms a painting with bruises as its medium.
She begged him for mercy, for forgiveness, for life.
His response was a single shot to the forehead.
Blood spattered on the mottled gray wall, adding color to an
APH - SpaMano - Musings of an ItalianFunny, how when a person looks back on their life, they can hardly recall the good memories, letting all pleasure wash out of sight, with only sorrow and pain remaining erstwhile and tangible, clinging to people whose faces have long since been lost to oblivion.APH - SpaMano - Musings of an Italian2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Or, at least, that's what it seems like to Lovino.
The mansion, well-wandered and as yet still unexplored, has somehow paralleled itself with home; a demented sort of home sweet home, right enough, though don't those foolish romantics say "home is where the heart is"?
And Lovino's heart (or, at the very least, the one who gently dictates over the feelings that the organ is burdened with; again with these romantics embalming the instrument with fruitless meanings) is most definetly in the mansion.
His face is not one of the countless forgotten, but regret is wreathed along his lips and clinging to his eyelashes like drops of rainwater.
EscalatorThe mother and son step on,Escalator1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is talking about this team,
She listened while sipping her soda,
As they near the top they both shift,
Preparing to step off their step,
She adjusts her bags on her arm
Then they step onto the landing-
Its time to continue shopping.
The young man steps on
His eyes are on his phone
As he rides the rising stair
He types a quick message.
The phone vibrates, he looks down,
A smile spreads across his face
He steps easily onto the landing
Now to buy his date a gift.
The young woman steps on
Resting her hand lightly on the railing
She looks down at her uniform
Then carefully picks off a piece of pet hair
With care she adjusts her hat and hair
A glance at her watch then a sigh
She steps quickly onto the landing
It is now time to start her shift.
The heavy-set man steps on
Leaning heftily on the railing
He sets a foot on the next step up
And sets eager eyes on the top
Behind him his daughter slouches
This isn’t where she wants to be
Vincent Legato - Full ProfileBASIC INFOVincent Legato - Full Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Real name ( Before death ) : Graf ( Count ) Franz Adalard Von Stauffenberg
Age : 666
Date Of Birth : 9 October 1347
Date Of 'Death' : 24 December 1577
Date of resurrection : 9 October 1777
Species : Reaper ( Gen II, Obscurum Generatiónem )
Race / Ethnicity / Breed : German / Klastradian
Height : 7' 3" / 222 cm
Weight : 118 kg
Current Residence : Klastradia
He has Acrophobia ( fear of heights ) and Ophidiophobia ( fear of snakes ) as well as other few phobias which shall not be mentioned here // dead
He's actually quite good in dancing, as well as making creepy faces. Not even joking here.
He was dead once. Assume he just undergone reinca
The Real MonsterThis is it.The Real Monster1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is the power to change the world.
In my hands....
I can do it.
I can change the world.
I can bring peace.
I can bring prosperity.
I can help people.
I can save lives.
I can do it.
I have the power.
This power, resting within me.
However, progress requires sacrifice.
People may die.
People will die.
Does that make it my fault?
I, who only wanted to make things better?
Why am I the one to blame?
People die every day; deaths completely unrelated to the actions of any one person.
Why, then, do you insist on opposing me?
What have I ever done to you?
All I want is to bring change.
I can do it.
I can end war.
I can end hunger.
I never wanted to hurt anyone.
I never intended for anyone to die.
But these things happen.
They must happen, if progress is to be achieved.
So why, then, do you fight me?
Why, then, do you charge at me, weapons drawn?
Why, then, do you treat me like an abomination?
Why must I be ma
Silent VigilSilent Vigil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright, never-tiring eyes watch this world
As silently and patiently as stars
Making their endless rounds above us.
A Not So Normal Life. ThanksGiving OVAA Not So Normal Life. ThanksGiving OVA2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The turkey cooked in the oven as the group sat around in Justin's living room. Jake and Trey had a beer in one hand and a piece of pie in the other, Alice sat to the right of Justin and Eva was in the kitchen preparing the thanksgiving meal for her friend. Alice slowly stood up and walked over helping with the preparation. Justin smiled looking at them as he told small jokes here and there. The orange fall colored leaves began to fall to the ground, it was definitely a site to see. Justin smiled walking behind Alice and Eva and hugged them both."Need any help?"He asked happily as he smiled at both of them.
Eva blushed deeply and smiled at Justin."Maybe carrying a few pans here and there..."She muttered shyly as Alice smirked and nipped at Justin's neck."Only help i need is for you to entertain me toy..."She said laughing a bit and stuck out her tongue amused that she got a blush out of both of them."You two should loosen up.."She smirked holding onto Justin.
Love and PromisesYou repeat those same words .Love and Promises4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over and over
"I love you"
I can feel my whole body tense
And I can't breathe
The air just escapes me .
You ask me to promise you
"Never leave" you said
And I promise that I won't
To never leave
And stay here
For as long as my heart still beats
And I never break my promises
Especially not to you
Whom I can never stop loving
For you I'm on my knees
My heart beating so fast
And I can't catch my breath
And still keep that promise
The one locked in my heart
Until I breathe no more....
The Mercs KiltThe Mercs Kilt1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Well a merc clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
and one could tell by how he walked that he drunk more then his share
he fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
then he stumbled of into the grass to sleep beside the street
RING DING DIDDLE DIDDLE I DE OH RING DI DIDDLE I OH He Stumbled Of Into The Grass Beside The Street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by
and one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
"See Yon Sleeping MERC So Strong And Handsome Built"
"I Wonder If Its True If Its True What They Don't Wear Beneath The Kilt"
RING DING DIDDLE DIDDLE I DE OH RING DI DIDDLE I OH I Wonder Id Its True What They Don't Wear Beneath The Kilt
They crept up on that sleeping MERC quiet as could be
lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
and there behold for them to view beneath his MERCS skirt
was nothing more then god had graced for him upon his birth
RING DING DIDDLE DIDDLE I DE OH RING DI DIDDLE I OH Was Nothing More Then God Had Graced
.:I Am Justice:.I am justice..:I Am Justice:.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I am justice.
I protect the innocent and punish the guilty.
I uphold order and bring criminals to light.
Those who do evil have no place in this world.
The line between right and wrong is not always clear.
The good and innocent deserve peaceful lives.
Everyone deserves the opportunity to live freely.
The evil people of this world have given up their privileges, and deserve to die.
No one person has the right pass judgment on another.
Those who stand in the way of righteousness, they are just as evil.
Those unwilling to take risks or make hard decisions should stand aside.
Manipulating others to see that the guilty pay for their crimes is justified.
Using questionable means in order to discover the truth is often necessary.
Good is good, and evil is evil; to dispatch the wicked without hesitation or remorse is true justice.
Not all crimes are created equal,
Are we still friends?Are we still friends?Are we still friends?1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I’m starting to doubt.
We don’t talk nearly as much as we used to.
The only way I know you’re still there is from a mutual friend.
Are we still friends?
Am I annoying? Boring?
Please tell me.
I feel like you’re slipping away from me and it hurts.
You seem to be in a good mood today. (It’s a holiday, how could you not be?)
I don’t want to ruin it by talking to you about my stupid worry.
Go, be happy today.
This question will be answered on another day.
What is it something that I did?
Why does this friendship seem to be breaking?
I’m scared to ask you about it.
Will you even realize that this is about you?
Somehow, I doubt it.
Are we still friends?
I don’t know what I’ll do if you say no.
You’re one of the ones I trust the most, even now.
Even as I look at the names of the friends that still do talk to me regularly,
If you leave that list,
It wont be the same.
I’ll probably be okay,
Even though I jus
Solkat - A Hopeless Flush CrushYou dream of strange constellations, new patterns across a familiar sky, and riddles written out in the stars for you to interpret as you will.Solkat - A Hopeless Flush Crush2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You dream of someone who tastes like honey and tears, a boy with twin horns and dichromatic eyes; a memory you'd thought long forgotten, a hopeless dream of something mistaken and long ago.
When you wake up, your face is wet, and you do not move for a long time, sobbing silently into your pillow.
You are horribly alone, you realize. So, so alone; you always push people away before they have a chance to break your heart.
You see the good in people, always have, and that hurts the most; that they always have to disappoint you, because they're not as good as you imagine them to be.
You remember, but you don't understand.
You should've known you'd only receive heartbreak when you fell in love with the yellow-blood, but you couldn't - can't - help it.
It had been so long ago, you'd been kids, without a clue in the world as to what the hell they were
I'm the Clown PrinceRobins are redI'm the Clown Prince11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bats are blue
I'm the Clown Prince
And I'm coming to get you
Some people hide
Some try to run
Now why would they do that
Try and escape my fun
Give me life
Or give me death
I'll take your precious breath
Pieces of MindOh broken mind,Pieces of Mind1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
What have I done that you are now in this state?
What can be done to fix you?
I fear the damage is irreversible.
Once something is thought, it cannot be unthought.
Once something is learned, it cannot be taken from my library of knowledge.
I cannot tell reality from fiction anymore.
I cannot trust my eyes.
I am alone in my mind, and I fear those I love most are not more than illusions.
I am not sturdy in my beliefs.
My Faith is wavering.
What I would not give to be a naive child again.
I want a simple mind that does not worry on such things.
God, please, if you are there, and if you hear me, give me back my peace of mind.
My Dark KnightDarkness crawls into my chamber yet againMy Dark Knight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As it does, I can't help but to feel the corners of my lips
As I await his presence
I know not who he is,
I know not what he wants,
The Shadow formed from the dark
molded together to make a man.
Like a soldier he stays unmoving
The eternal post he is forced to guard.
And I, the precious item he guards with his afterlife.
I stare until my eyes can no longer stare
And sleep calls me like a siren song
Ever so softly
Day breaks and light casts away the shadows
And my otherworldly guest.
But I am not disappointed, or saddened.
Like nights before, I shall wait
To see my guardian angel of the night
arise again, from the black of my chamber.
The HawkThe Hawk2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Run, run, run little toad,
vain is your attempt to flee.
I'm a hunter supreme,
I'm quick and I'm mean,
today you'll be supper for me."
"Away, away, away evil hawk,
you'll never catch up with me.
I'm fast for my size,
I'm agile and wise,
I'll not be dinner you'll see."
"Hide, hide, hide little toad,
fine vision was granted to me.
You'll not get away,
though try as you may,
I see you there under that tree."
"Try, try, try evil hawk,
a hole I have found so I'm free.
I'm smarter than you,
this refuge will do,
today I'm so glad to be me!"
CheckmateAn entire legion of horses and knightsCheckmate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hooves and boots sinking away in the mud
As they stride over the fields like a flood
Walking for endless days and endless nights
Spotting the black banners over the enemies’ sites
As light reflects off their own shields’ bright white coloured stud
The knights brandish their sharp steel swords eager for some blood
And the archers draw their bows, now strained of all the fights
The king dressed in the night black clothes
Now stares blankly at the white king, whose
Army at last starts to draw close
The white king puts down his pint of booze
He smiles and says while rubbing his nose
''It's checkmate old friend and you lose''
NychoNycho2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am Nycho.
At least, that is what they call me. I am a genetically enhanced Troodon, grown from cloned DNA. My template died along time ago, on a planet called "Earth." I am all that is left of him, a small drop of blood containing his genetic code. I was grown in a facility known as Saurian Genetic Laboratories. I am only one of many who were created here. Since I was first grown, I have had intense training. The computer tells me that I will become a brilliant soldier-strategist. That is what I have been trained to do for the past fifteen years. That is all I have been trained for. My singular purpose is to be a weapon of war. I do not know when or why, but someday I will fight, and I will not have a choice. None of us will. If we try to escape, they kill us. The computers shock us to death, I have witnessed it happen on several occasions. One victim was my friend, Tansu. She was a Khaan, and very smart. After seeing the computers kill her, I promised myself that