IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
reprisereprise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words tossed gently
on a spinning river top
sink as stones to rise again
and kiss the break of day.
resurface, ripple, and repeat.
Character Sheet - Viorel~CHARACTER~Character Sheet - Viorel5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Character's Full Name: Viorel Neko
Reason or Meaning of Name: Viorel's father chose his name at birth, and the name means "bluebell." Viorel's father (Mordecai) did not choose the name for this reason (and probably does not know this fact).
Reason for Nickname: He doesn't have one because he is royalty, and would probably get angry if you came up with one for him (then kill you, people in power like doing that).
Birth Date: April 24th
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Body Type/Build: Slim and slender, and tall.
Skin Tone: Pale
Shape of Face: Heart shape.
Ears: Cat ears, as he is a Neko.
Eye Color: Dark, dark brown.
Hair Color: Black
Hairstyle: It's not quite messy, not quite neat. Shorter than longer.
Distinguishing Marks: None to speak of unless his ears count. They really don't as his people are also Nekos, but if he travels somewhere where Nekos are a major minority they would be
Deja vuDeja vu3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops hit my window
like the stones you used to throw.
Waking me each morning.
Waking me each night.
The Poem Without a NameWhat if leaves watch as people fall,The Poem Without a Name3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or paintings stare at them from the wall
While music,silently,listens to us all
In the night,when the moon admires this world
And the wind trembles because of the cold
That rests in a human's mind, a darkness untold.
Maybe books read us page after page
At times when we lock ourselves in a cage
Enjoying the stoyline until it causes damage
Nightmares are the ones frightened by humans
And the clouds just cry on our shoulders
Liberating, throwing their liquid treasures.
How about summer's impatience to meet you?
Or a movie composing its actors and a review
About a sculpture perfecting its artist
And a canvas coloring its painter with mist
What if I sit back, and let the sheet continue it
While the reader struggles to write until infinite.