Beauty in Darkness"Beauty in Darkness"Beauty in Darkness8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
tempting like the snake in the garden eden
seductive like the fallen angels in hell
radiant beyond all mortal maidens
with a voice that chimed like silver bells
a brown eyed god-like mortal enchantress
birthed in the flames of despair
emanting her immortal beauty
and breathing life into the air.
I'd cross the river Archeron
just to toy with her hair
I'd burn upon the funeral pyre
to save her from despair
I'd walk a thousand miles
just to stand outside her lair
I'd sacrifice all I've got
to save her from despair
the scent of camphor burning
reminds me of our times together
underneath incandescent stars
weaving our destinies into one
upon the web of life and death
where our names were deeply sewn
side by side your arms and mine
our future lifes fortold
A heart like mine tainted by loss
requires augean efforts to save from frost
and turning colder than the icy stygian stone
inside cocytus' bitter cold
but your elysian kiss is the greatest gift
and could render all pes
With Blackbirds Following MeThey say that it's the soldiers who spill and see the most blood. I would have to openly disagree. While they're the ones who carry the guns and protect and defend our homeland, did they ever stop to see we're the ones striving to save it? They moan of their friends lost in battles they fought side by side, but they can never understand pains I've known. Emotionless, perhaps I amperhaps I need to be. But insideWith Blackbirds Following Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never shall they know the pain of losing a friend as I do. The pain of knowing you were the only one who had a chance to save him. And you couldn't
I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of his voice, the other young medic quickly entering our tent. He wasn't like the other soldiers around here, stiff and serious. Instead, he was carefree and wielded a smile on his face. Though happy to see him, I continue to frown, simply nodding my head to him.
He was a newly transferred boy to the front, and he had taken
Rainbow Dash UMVC3 MovesetRainbow Dash UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Series: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
First Appearance: My Little Pony: FIM Episode #1
Voice Actress: Ashleigh Bell
Health: 950,000 HP Points
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 3
Rainbow Dash is a Pegasus from Cloudsdale that claims herself to be the fastest flyer in the world. She can fly as fast as Mach 5 and is a professional when it comes to aerial tricks and acrobatics, especially with her High-speed strut and her most famous move, the Sonic Rainboom. She one day plans to be a part of a pony flight group known as "The Wonderbolts" which are believed to be the best flyers in Equestria.
Assist Alpha: Tornado Spin (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: Rainbow Typhoon
Assist Beta: Rainbow Smasher (Direct, Tilt Up)
Assist HC: Rainbow Typhoon
Assist Gamma: Lightning Drop (Shot, Down)
Assist HC: Rainbow Typhoon
Second Star To My Right . . .Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails,Second Star To My Right . . .8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails.
Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride?
Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide.
Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be,
set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free.
Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within,
so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin.
The stars and the moon should dance along with you,
I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few.
Darling little angel, why must you let yourself believe
that you are hurting so badly that you must grieve?
I believe in you when you will not be able to understand,
grasp for my touch when you are in need of a saving hand.
Draw the hallelujah from your beautiful tongue and there attest
that you are destined for only the very best.
I will wipe your tears and remove the doubting fears
Lift your spirit, set it freeHere is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,Lift your spirit, set it free8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.
You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.
Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider family dear,
always wanting to be there for them, always lending an ear.
Then came your chance when the space race in the United States,
three parts were read by your eyes and never once did you hesitate.
Picking the very one that we all know now as the dear ol' Doc known as Bones,
all watched you with eagerness to the televisions where e'er the broadcast roame
Change is Fast, chapter: 5 Pulling up to the hospital seamed like we finally reached heaven. The hospital was obviously overflowing, because half dead bodies were littered all over the parking lot. I knew for a fact that the Holocaust was only a county jail compared to this. There was a fire hydrant busted open and was spraying a large amount of water all over the parking lot. Even though it was drenched in water the color of it was red. It was a pool of blood. Most of the people that died out there actually drowned in the pool of blood.Change is Fast, chapter: 58 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
As I walked closer to the building I noticed that a helicopter was half buried in the ground next to the hospital. The blast wave would have easily knocked it right out of the sky. The rotors were ripped off and catapulted in the side of the hospital.
Getting closer to the helicopter I could hear a faint voice over the radio. I took the head set off of the mangled body. "Hello," I said hoping for a response. Then a voice responded, "4-13 this
CryingCan I fight for you,my God?!Crying6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can I cry for you?! as my heart hurts as never
Cause my thoughts are nowhere but with You,
Cause I'm no one without You!
Let me serve You,lead me to You!
I've cried all night the day before,and
I'm crying this night too,begging You for forgiveness,
Show mercy on me,my God!
as my body hurts and the pain is terrible
take out the poisonous arrows from me,set me free,Lord!
Let me serve You,let me sing for You through the dark night
so that only You can hear my voice
and like a beautiful shining flower_my song will
Fly to You.
Your innocence is growing in me
God You illuminate my soul!
Oh,my God don't You forgive me? Don't You hear my voice?
Don't You cure the illness of my heart,that
I could pray for You even louder,call YOur name more often!
I'll be able to atone all my sins by walking towards You;
So You, My God,please be My Saviour Forever!
Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Three5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
On Sucking at PoetryIf poetry be the food of life,On Sucking at Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Theft and beggary are rife
If poetry be the food of life.
Without this electric knife
And Shakespeare's goose to carve,
If poetry were the food of life,
The Last Time I Saw ParisThe Last Time I Saw ParisThe Last Time I Saw Paris4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sounds of gunfire and falling shells had started to fade for the evening, but the line of wounded coming in and going out, either patched as best as they could be or dead, seemed almost endless. The doctor was tired. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrist so as not to smear blood across his face and tried to recall the last time he had gotten more then a few forced hours of sleep. He had lost his watch a week ago anyway. It was cold in Russia. He did not like sleeping in the cold; for fear he would not awake in the morning.
One invalid out, another coming in. The two stretcher-bearers brought the wounded man suspended between them over to the doctor.
"Friedrichs..." the doctor barked to the head stretcher-bearer, "put him down, hurry."
The doctor stood poised and waiting as he took up the instrument of his orchestra, a battered pair of tiny forceps. His dark eyes wer
VinegarVinegarVinegar4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly there was a nip and bite of pain at his hand.
He grit his teeth as the blood pounded in his ears and he dropped his blue eyes to his glove. Cut clean through, the worn thin fabric caught on the chicken wire of the trench wall. Dürr had tried to move down the line, as though relocating himself might make the biting cold of the early morning go away. The only good thing about the cold was that the mud did not run like sopping water and had begun to freeze allowing for some solid ground to stand on. Weeks of rain that made the trenches flood and living unbearable, now, thank the Lord, the water was slowly draining away.
Dürr sniffed against the winter and carefully used his other hand to peel back the ragged edge of the glove which was starting to turn red. The open wound cut clean across the palm of his hand. Would this become infected? Had he just condemned himself
Change os Fast, chapter: 6 The inside of the hospital was no better than the parking lot. Bodies were all over the place. At least six hundred were littered in the hallways. As I scrambled for my friends not knowing if they were dead or alive, I noticed that the floor was red and wet. I thought it was odd for a hospital to have blood red tile for the floor. But actually all of the people's blood stained the tile and the original color of white was changed to red.Change os Fast, chapter: 67 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I got more impatient by the second. I didn't know what to do at that point. Then I thought that if I looked from the roof, I could probably spot them. I raced for the roof knocking over anyone and anything in my way.
Looking from the roof was my original plan, but when I got up there I didn't have to search any longer. "Shawn!" as everyone said all at once when they realized it was me. "How did you guys make it?" I wanted to know because not many survive a nuclear blast. "I'm so happy all of you are all right. Did any
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over with paint or crossed out, but that did little to discourage the anonymous vandals. Gently, I pulled my duster closer to my body and turned.
“Running like a frightened mouse won't do much good for your shoulder, miss Edahsra.”
I shuddered at the scratchy, droll tone sifting down the hallway and pulling at my ears. Dammit, I was so close..
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, politics, gay rights, or my significant other come up, I'm not shy about saying that I am a lesbian. If that offends you, the fault is yours, not mine.
Secondly, many people misinterpret normal behaviors as being innately gay. I've known straight men that have many stereotypically gay mannerisms and many straight wom
Writers blockWriters block.Writers block9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have this writer's block,
and yeah it kinda sucks.
with every word I have in mind my brain just kinda gets stuck
I kinda lost my muse,
And now I'm not amused,
So now I'm searching for a new one, which one should I choose...
I don't know what to do,
I'm just a simple fool
I just want a girl who stuns me and makes me drool...
Wanna float on that pink cloud again?
Just a cute female friend,
One who I could dance with, although I'm way too stiff to bend.
But for now I wait till time passes by,
one big sigh,
and until this writer's block leaves, I just stare at the sky.
The Greatest Fic Ever Part 2When we last left off, our fair, beautiful and sassy heroine was slowly dying of un-attention.The Greatest Fic Ever Part 26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sociopathic murderer was busy eating his daily brains when a strange and mysterious girl went up to him.
"Soylar, hey Soylar," said she. "It is I, that long ago forgotten childhood friend that also had a troubled life and a dead mother. I also fantasize about blood and eating people and had issues at school and we were married in a past life but some Japanese otaku nerd screwed up the time continuum and now you can't remember-"
"Your brains, I shall eat them," said Soylar most wickedly as he attempted to saw open the top of her head with his middle finger. "Your sue powers will be most delici-oh dear GOD. It tastes like someone put plastic covered glittering shit in my mouth. I've eaten over 50 people and none of them are even vaguely resemble this festering camel vomit. Away with you!"
Soylar then flung her away where she then magically landed in space.
If only I could see. . .If only I could see. . .8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What happened? I awake this morning to find,
that I am on the floor near a door of a different kind.
I cannot seem to recall what has happened, my love,
have I ... I have done something wrong?
You are quiet around me, your eyes give uneasy glances,
please, take my hand and heart as noble advances.
They are to comfort and ease your troubled pain,
I swear it to you, whatever I did, I won't do it again.
I can leave, if you want, never ever to again be seen,
for I can become to you nothing but a former dream.
Is this what you want because I will gladly go,
thus, this is goodbye, Lucius? It would seem so.
I head to the door and there, I find it is locked,
why on Earth would it be this way? I feel mocked.
Looking back to you, I see something I never have seen before:
Lucius, why do you glare at me? UNLOCK the door!
Are you ill? Talk to me, say something immediately, please do!
Lucius, my love, my all, what is this darkness I can see in you?
No! Step back! You are frightening me, I cannot bre
Sputnik."Y-You are drunk again, Herr Dreher."Sputnik.3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
There it was again. This was the third time he’d heard that this week as he sat in his chair stewing in the fire in his belly that threatened to burst forth from his mouth.
He had set himself in his chair, the bottle clutched tightly in his hand as he stared blankly at the TV in front of him. The man on the news was blathering on and on about things he did not care about. The Americans did this, the Russians did that, French having money troubles again, Adenauer fucking up his country and trying to round up straggler Nazis: the usual doom that people liked to complain about.
"I ain’t drunk!" The old priest said as his free hand played with the straps on his prosthetic legs. When he was home he never wore them, although it might have been better to do so because one leg was gone above the knee the other below. He was seventy something years old: while other his age would complain about arthritis in their kne
Fathers and SonsFathers and Sons5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death NO, NO, NO!
The screaming woke Bruce up. Sure he was dog tired, but in this house, that was not uncommon, and made no matter. He was already to the room in question when these thoughts surfaced. Speed was his friend, time is enemy. Without hesitation Bruce reached to open the door, but a hand landing on his shoulder ended his single train of thought.
"I've got it Bruce, I'll take care of him," Dick Grayson's blue eyes looked tiredly, but steadily into Bruce's own. Go get some rest they said, lord knows you need it.
"You need to recuperate. Two months off, remember? No debate. You keep this up Dick, and it'll be longer. Your body nee
Light.Light.Light.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Georg von Falkenrath
I realized many things about myself as I spent those seemingly endless hours in that 2 foot by 2 foot box. The air was stifling in there and my body threatened, at any moment, to spiral down into chaos. I would panic. Despite the feeling of burning bile running up into my throat from pain, hunger, embarrassment, fear and humiliation, I pressed my palms against the temples of my head and held them there in an iron grasp. It felt as though I was trying to squeeze out the throbbing which thundered around my head. It hurt, my emaciated frame clattered together as I shook with cold. My eyes started to sting, the tears swimming up drove themselves into the black and blue bruising.
My teeth chattered together, the fear blossomed further, deep seated within my bosom, that I would never see the light of day again. I wiped at my eyes furiously. They had been tearing up a lot mor
EP1b:The Dame Who Stole PixelsTHE ADVENTURES OF BEN AND SEREN: DETECTIVES FOR HIREEP1b:The Dame Who Stole Pixels9 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
The Dame who Stole Pixels
DISCLAIMER: This is not meant to be offensive, it is simply Seren and Ben's creative way of reporting someone who stole art (we are pretty sure). Who knows.. perhaps there may be more adventures of Seren and Ben: Crimefighting Team.
Ben's Account Of CHAPTER ONE:
starring: =koffeeben as narrator and detective Ben.
=sereneworx as detective Seren and sensible sleuth.
and ~ohhmylove as the dame who stole art.
Seren and I were gathered around the office when out of nowhere Beth, the secretary, knocked on the door.
"Sir's there is a man here to see you"
"Sir's there is a man here to see you" she said sounding weary with a womans understanding of a hard days work.
"Well, cobble the street then" I said indicating that she should show him in, and get back to doing whatever it is that women do.
I have a job for us.
He stepped into the off
Born this GayIt doesn't matter if you're gay or believe in H-I-M (to the M, to the M, to the M)Born this Gay4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just express yourself, 'cause God still loves you, baby.
Some Christians told me when I was young, that gays are not meant to be
In Sunday school in the Bible they said first came Adam a-and Eve
But there's nothing wrong with being gay because I know He loves me anyways
Christians argue that it's still a sin, but loving equals auto win...
We are proud to be gay and no we're not a mistake
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways
What's with this long path of hate, just for not being straight?
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways!
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
Is that all you've got to say?
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
He doesn't care, 'cause He loves us a-anyways.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
Give yourself credit for being out,
Just be proud of who you are.
Listen to your thoughts an
Life is changed, rearranged.The sweltering heat recalls a time to me so dearly as I gaze upward to the heavens, searching for something. The song Remember When comes to play inside my head as I feel tears falling down my face, thinking about you. You're gone from my side, leaving a cold and harsh void where we should be holding each other, recalling the good times. No matter what anyone says to me, whether it be to tell me it'll be all right or that I need to move on, can fill that void.Life is changed, rearranged.8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How can I? How. . .the pitter patters of rain falling on the metal outbuilding, the rushing little feet, hearing the voices that they belonged to. God. I miss you. More than what you really know or what I must know. No longer can I feel your supporting hands, pulling me back up. No longer can I come to you with my darkest times and tell you what I feel. I can't even hold you or you hold me. It is my curse that I shall for all time and only to have you in memories alone. What cruel fate.
I wish I could have saved you the fi