The Bell TowerThe Bell TowerThe Bell Tower2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It used to be that everyday
The olden church, I’d pass;
With its tall bell tower
And it’s wonderful stained glass.
I once got told a horrid tale
By a friend of mine at school.
Who said that church’s bell tower
Was haunted by a ghoul!
One of the teachers did but laugh
And told the truth to me:
“Inside there lives an Angel
Who wants to be set free.”
“He was but trapped by evil folk
Who locked him in the tower,
To protect the priest and followers
And give the church his power.”
“How can he be freed?” I asked,
“He cannot stay in there!
I wonder what I need to do.
Must I say a prayer?”
My teacher did but smile then,
“Oh, how sweet you are…
Just have belief in the angel, dear.
Belief will take you far.”
The next day as I passed the Church
I raised my head to sing,
To ask the Golden angel
To give the bell a ring.
And just like magic, the church bell shook
And filled the street with song.
Lull me...Dear whomever…Lull me...2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Imagine an old piano; someone’s fingers dancing with great care across the keys, causing an exquisite melody to spring to life in the once silent atmosphere. The melody echoes through halls and about rooms, causing your mind to waver as you melt into the delicate music notes and get carried through the air along with the tune, leaving everything behind as you go.
This is how death would feel to me now- the constant throb of pain gently fading as the music pirouettes across my numb body. Imagery of long grass softly stroking a pale blue sky would frolic in my mind, joyfully forcing away the poison that currently resides there. The waters of tender imagination would flow over me, washing away the aching within and sweetening my bitter soul. I would be free to glide in a peaceful world – a world of feather-like grace.
Can you imagine this? Can you imagine the wonder in my eyes as I gaze longingly at that forgiving universe? The tranquility of my undisturb
Character Interview: Miep VisteienCharacter Interview: Miep Visteien7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
1: What is your full name?
Lidjia Miep Visteien
2: Do you have a nickname, pseudonym, or alternate identity?
Everybody just calls me Miep. Maybe it's because I tend to sound like that when I am in my other shape?
3: How tall are you?
4: How much do you weigh?
5: What kind of build do you have (are you thin, fat, gangly, muscular, etc.)?
I am slender, but that's is because I am mostly legs!
She lifts one leg above her head effortlessly and yes, she does have gorgeous, long, well defined legs.
6: Describe your hair. What colour is it? What style do you keep it in?
Reddish light brown with a bit of texture and reaching mid back. If I go to the sun too much I end up with deep orange hair and if I do not care for it regularly it tends to get quite dry and coarse so I treat it once a month with amla oil like Nalini taught me.
7: What colour are your eyes
SunshineSunshine – 20 min writing challengeSunshine1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The day was dull and gloomy. Large grey clouds rolled in from across the seas and settled over the valley which the young boy lived in. A slight fog also smothered the land, and occasionally a quick shower would dampen the earth and cause the mud to thicken. “Where is the sunshine?” the young boy sighed, gazing out of his bedroom window and allowing the pane of glass to mist up from this warm breath. “I want to see the sun…” Jumping down off his bed, the young male made his way down the stairs, hopping over the last few steps as he always did.
“Darling?” a woman called, her voice sweet and rich as it floated through the hallway. “Christopher, darling! Where are you going?”
“Just out, mum!” he replied, pulling on his boots and coat and slamming the back door behind him.
Outside, the cool air caused his cheeks to become ruddy, his nose also glowing in the cold wind. “Where i
Pierrot (English Lyrics)It's okay, It's alrightPierrot (English Lyrics)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To play the fool has always been my plight
In this tiny circus show, I'm the nameless pierrot
As I try to balance in the center
Of a ball as round and shiny as the moon
It's my job to trip and fall for laughter
But I always get back up and smile like a buffoon
But then I saw you crying there out in the audience
Put on a happy face, you look much better when you smile
Your mom and your dad don't seem to notice
The tears streaming down your cheek but I did
Don't worry, cause I will wipe them away
It's okay, It's alright!
It doesn't hurt, I do it all the time
You should laugh, I want you to
This is what I do
It's alright, it's okay
I balance on a ball and fall away
In this tiny circus show, I'm the clumsy pierrot
You continued weeping and remarked:
"I know you're lying and it really makes me sad "
"I promise that I never told a single lie"
I said, but you only started crying once again
"Show me what you're hiding there, beneath the painted mask.
Esti meseEgy napon ott áll majd az ágyad mellett,Esti mese2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
És akkor már nem lesz visszaút,
Megdermedsz a félelemtől, minden fény kihúnyt,
Menekülnél, rohannál, nincs is rosszabb annál,
mikor szaladnál, de nem enged,
Senki nincs az ajtód előtt, mégis kopogtat, és csenget.
A szobák rengenek, alig hallod, alig érzed,
A festmények elmozdulnak a falon,
a szíved a gyomrodban, és megrendülsz
minden kis zajon,
és el nem tudod képzelni, hogy mennyire
csak azt tudod, hogy nagyon, de nagyon
nem te írányítasz.
Csak ülsz az ágyadon, az éjszaka közepén,
a remény már tegnap elhagyott,
Jönnek a hangok, jönnek és
mennek és körülötted már minden elindult,
Csak te vagy ébren, most a szobád egy átkozott
pince, egy csarnok, egy folyosó, egy kripta
1925 - Ashe - English LyricsA calm and cooling motion1925 - Ashe - English Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's shaking off my tension
It's called being alive
The answers to my questions
Repeating; Have I mentioned
I lied? Don't like the way I'm being tried
A lonely heart is what I'm slowly aiming for
Forget what you see; leave it to me
I'll lead you there
It's not about the money
But the world doesn't agree
A bribe, a lie, a trick
We'll hide the truth
And they won't see
As long as you have changed your mind
Your soul belongs to me
We have got no pride
And no honor to be seen
"A little; just a little"
A lie or just a riddle?
Appeal, I feel
But only if it's real
"It works in this direction;
Let's take another exit"
You cheat, I see
You're not the one for me
The happiness of people
Is such a fickle thing
To bend and break
The give and take
Is too much for me
Love is just the gum
That we replace without a care
Had your heart forever
Now another day is here
The puzzle pieces
Of our life will rarely make a fit
But we take our chances
And go along with
Muay ThaiMuay Thai is not a sport,Muay Thai6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its a living,
We train to fight,
Just for the fight,
Just for the fun,
Training is no chore,
Enjoyable to every last jab,
Pain becomes a norm,
From the hooks to the uppercuts,
To the chin,
To the body.
Experience is everything,
Graduation is only a detail,
Stamina is the key,
Power is vital,
That is how we train,
Muay Thai is our life.
VOCALOID SynchronicitySynchronicityVOCALOID Synchronicity5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There is a realm which lives in constant fear of an evil dragon that lives on its outskirts. The dragon is not only evil, but also pretty much all-powerful, so you don't want to cross it...ever. Because of the dragon's influence over the realm, the kingdom's main religion is "dragonism", also known as the Draconic faith. In general, though, the dragon leaves the kingdom in peace, with one small exception. He demands that a young girl be brought to his cave, for him to keep as his prisoner. That girl is forced to sing and dance for him, until she starves to death or collapses from exhaustion. A new "Dragon Diva" is selected whenever one dies. This is pretty much the only thing the dragon demands of the kingdom, so in general, the country's people are more than happy to get the heck out of his way when he's choosing his next victim, or even openly help him, if it means that he'll refrain from wreaking any other kind of havoc on their realm. This is the s
Daylilies and Demons - Chapter 1 - The WelcomeChapter 1 – The WelcomeDaylilies and Demons - Chapter 1 - The Welcome2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was feverously cold; the entire world seeming to have frozen in place by the thick frost and ice which smothered the winter-barren ground. All trees and plants lay naked to the forces of nature as chilled winds swept across the landscape and drew with it the bitter temperatures of December months. Stepping down from the carriage with bated breath, the earth beneath my leather boots crunched and cracked, the autumn mud from torrential rain having been preserved in a solid mass by the numbing temperatures. Dull grey clouds hung heavily in the sky, foreboding a coming snow-storm which would rattle the window panes during the night.
I weakly shuddered and turned up the collar of my coat, stuffing my hands deep into the warmth of my pockets. Having dropped my leather case at my feet, the coachman quickly shook the carriage reins and hurried off beneath the wrought iron archways which signalled the entrance to Hartfield Mansion. I glanced over my shoulder for
A weekend offA weekend offA weekend off3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
/Most of these conversations had actually happened, although some shades and responses are fictional, in order to make it more interesting and fun./
Danka: Don't you ever have a feeling that this life of ours is just a dream? And things, I could've never imagine came true?
Annie: I know how you feel.
Bence: And have you two ever thought about running away? You know, just get into the car, and never return?
Annie: Well, I have 5000 Fts, so I'm in!
Beggar woman: Oh, please,lady, don't you happen to have some money for me? I have to feed my children, I have like five
Annie: Not really, sorry, but here's a piece of bread for you. That's all I have.
Beggar woman: Sok ind. Can I sit here next to you? Don't worry, I won't steal anything from you.
Annie: I don't worry, I have nothing to be stolen.
Beggar woman: Oh, I see And those three bags?
Annie: Clothes only. I'm abou
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Daylilies and Demons - ProloguePrologueDaylilies and Demons - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I do endeavour not to write stories of horrid screeches from fearful beasts on moonlit nights, or of barely recognisable corpses bubbling with the squirming shapes of maggots and worms, and on the most part I believe that this tale is void of such grisly things. On the other hand, this is a story of perhaps far more disturbing circumstances, of heinous crimes and insidious desires, so such fetid descriptions of savagery and death may seep into the lines as I write, and if so, I do apologise if your stomachs are sickened and your minds never rest from the delusions I imbed within you.
Upon realising my task at hand – the harrowing responsibility of filling these pages with the memoirs recited to me – I found I had but no place to start, for this story begins in two places, in two different countries, and with two very different people. Over and over I recounted the words, mulling over each syllable, each rhyme and verse which was told, and what appeared to me to hav
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.