Pandoras BoxOpen the box and take a look inside,Pandoras Box9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a deep breath and let the sin fill you.
Feel the power surge throughout you
As the darkness flows through your veins
And infects the inner sanctum of your mind.
An eternity of pain unleashed in a moment,
The greatest of darkness descends upon the world
And the glorious, thus, are damned.
Sin unleashed forever, Gods trap undone
And the world forsaken as Adam bit the fruit
As once millennia ago in Eden's sacred groves.
And once more mankind is exiled,
Not from paradise, but from Gods reach entirely.
The spirits within ravage the world utterly,
Slaughter in the name of them is rife
And mankind has doomed itself into the lowest circles of Hell.
I am His highest minion and here to the box I bring you
And give you this tale of dark times.
Open the box and set its power free upon the world once more.
Lucifer will bless thee for it.
I see the look in your eyes as you handle the box,
That mixture of fear and apprehension
Intertwined with lust, lust for
Ten Tips for Writing1) Describe. Description is good, and you should always do it as much as you can. We know you see the world you want to show us, but we need to see it as well, every detail. Make good use of adjectives and adverbs. Metaphors, allegories, and references are your friends. When something happens, make sure all relevant questions of who, what, where, how are answered (unless, of course, it's a mystery). And during particularly influential events say, the introduction of a new character or setting, bringing to light a new concept or perspective in a dynamic character anything story-changing should be described as much as possible.Ten Tips for Writing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The van came to a halt at the corner of forty-third and eight, invisible aside from the strip of quarter-moonlight glinting off its mirrors. Four men stepped automatically from it, all dressed equally darkly, and equally silent.
Tea TimeTo meTea Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tea tastes timeless,
like lingering hope;
taste telling stories
of times long past,
forgotten memories brought back,
mirrored in black
English Breakfast Tea.
A True MonsterA Monsters Vs. Aliens fanfiction.A True Monster6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clack clack clack
The large corridor was silent, save for the loud footsteps of Ginormica. It only reminded her of how alone she was, how she was the only one now who could fight that...that monster.
How could anybody be so cruel? How could anybody show such arbitrary violence? How could anybody be so dismissive of life? Susan tried to think of some kind of reason: was his wife shot in front of him? Or his children? Or did his artificially-gained intelligence drive him insane? But there was simply no plausible excuse for his actions.
The tall white-haired woman wiped away large, angry tears, recalling the destroyed city, the charred bodies nobody had been spared in the random, unprovoked slaughter. She had even seen the small figure of a mother slumped over her babys carriage as if trying to protect her child before her attacker mercilessly killed her.
Of course, after that, General Monger had started a very thorough
Pandoras Box - Part ICuriosity.. Our undying thirst for knowledge, our need of answers... That is one of the many things that pushes us forward in life.. We are explorers who set out to discover the treasures of the world.. But I'm not talking about the world itself.. Not in this case anyway.. I'm talking about the inhabitants on Earth.. Humans.. They are the greatest mystery ever to be solved.. Their mind, their soul, their secrets.. Secrets.. Now the knowledge that can be carried within someone's Heart, is a priceless treasure.. Why? Because it can be impossible to get close enough to take it in one's hand.. Getting inside someone's Heart is one of the hardest undertakings anyone can ever set out for.. But it is at the same time a journey we all wish to follow through... We can do our best, give it all our efforts, sacrifice tears and blood.. We can put our very soul into it, simply because we need to know this person.. We need to feel who we love, who we trust, who we hate.. But in the end it is never uPandoras Box - Part I8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The end of the StarsSilence in the shadows hiding,The end of the Stars8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ever silent, ever grim.
Shivering from cold deception,
Broken wings, her eyes grow dim.
Hunted into near extinction;
Captured, forced in to a cage.
They heard not the painful crying,
They ignored the faeries' rage.
Now she hides and cries in darkness,
One of few still left alive.
When will she be forced in a cage,
When will she be left to die?
Once they flourished in the forests,
Once, a time so long gone by.
It was but a simple challenge
To lift one's wings, to touch the sky.
Each had hair which none could rival,
Her own hair the stars of night
Skin as soft as flower petals,
Jeweled eyes which shone so bright
Here they lived in harmony
With Nature's creatures, big and small.
Never dreaming, never knowing
Who would come and ruin them all.
For man came in without a care
For any, save perhaps himself.
Humans came without a warning
And they brought with them only Death.
Death to birds with golden wings,
Death to babies barely born.
Death to rivers and fish w
KaonashiIt was a day----or one of many. Time swirls together for me, like ink in water.Kaonashi4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I am a person who is never seen. I lurk everywhere, afraid to step out, and am ignored. I could break into a fortress, rob everyone, and they wouldn't see me. They would just notice gold was missing.
That is why my name is Kaonashi.
But this day there was someone different. Someone who saw me. If I had a voice, I would speak. I would speak to them. Come find them. And thank them.
But all they did was greet me. Silently. Before they ran off. Before they had noticed me, they had been watching something. A dragon. In the sky.
I am Kaonashi. Voiceless. Lonely.
So alone I am empty.
When people come past my hiding spot in the shadows,
Some of them walk on, along with a wraith.
Free FallingLittle boy how you charm me withFree Falling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your linguist tug of war
running into the wind without
thought for the rocks in the way
marring the sky with your
dirty fingernails and scabbed knees
you grabbed my hand and lead
me through the thistle
leaving me battered and bruised
I would find the thing
that would bring you
peace of heart
Ian Curtis as a poete mauditIan Curtis as a poète mauditIan Curtis as a poete maudit4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Joy Division in my youth
Long before I self-diagnosed myself during Dutch classes as an incurable Romantic or before I heard the term "poète maudit" (it translates as "doomed poet"), the music of Joy Division touched me somewhere in my heart, in a place were later only spare room came free for Leonard Cohen and Charles Bukowski.
I was 14, heavily melancholic and despite of my normal appearance, punk as fuck. Someone in my class used to refer to me as "Sex Pistol", after the band. Rotten sang "No future" and I had no future, I just kept on keeping on, as Vic Chesnutt would tell me beautifully when I was 18, four years later. I didn't have any "real" problems, except for problems with socializing and my strong tendency towards spleen. (I was introduced to that term at 18, again, by Charles Baudelaire; talkin' about revelations.)
In this period, I started discovering Joy Division, formed after a Sex Pistols gig. I remember the first tim
PlayedPlayed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She would break his heart
in ways he knew
he could grow to love -
how she spoke his name
drawing it out
in cool blue syllables
between her teeth,
her mouth talking that sweet trash
he coveted like new coin.
the red spike heels
he could feel crack his spine
and the slit of her eyes
stripping his muscles and tendons
down to tender shoots
crushed against her chest -
her bones on his,
the sound of being played.
Hold me closeI know when you say you love me,Hold me close8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It means you want to take away my pain.
I know you hate me being like this,
But I just really can't explain.
I don't know why I do these things-
But I never mean to hurt you.
All I need is your support,
And together we'll get through.
So wrap me in your arms now,
And soothe my tired brain.
For I may not be perfect right now-
But there is so much to gain.
Please don't feel helpless,
If I find it hard to cope.
All I need is you to be there-
To help me find some hope.
So hold me close,
Because that's all I need.
Right now I'm just finding-
A way to succeed.
The answer's out there somewhere.
Even if it's not obvious.
But whatever I think and whatever I feel-
Please don't let it get in the way of us.
I might need some time,
I might need some space,
It's not going to be easy,
But let me work at my own pace.
Because I'll get there someday,
And then I'll be all yours.
I won't leave you lost and wondering.
You won't feel left out anymore.
I'll find my way throug
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هنــآكـ أُنـــآس .. مهــمآ كنــتـ أتخــيّــل حــجم حزنــي ..
"على فرآقهــمـ .. " لأن وصلــهم أمرّ وأصعــب ..
إلى أنـنــي اكتشــفتـ أنني لم أعرفــ طعم السعآدهـ وجمآل الحيــآ
without you..Without You,without you..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I picked up my camera and started to enjoy photography again.
I got better at expressing my feelings through art.
I stopped taking my anger out on myself..
I stopped getting so angry.
I finally got on an aeroplane by myself...
* and flew half way across the world.
I went travelling.
* and met some really amazing people.
I rebuilt the gap between my sister and I's rocky relationship.
I found new interests and hobbies.
I learnt to play the piano again.
I contacted old friends that I thought were long gone.
I laughed and I sang
I danced in the rain.
I saw more beauty than I could possibly imagine.
I sleep better.
I pay more attention to the world around me.
I stopped being so depressed.
I learned not to be so afraid of failure.
I'm the me that I want to be.
I've no need to hurt myself anymore.
I'm seeing a better future.
I created some of my most amazing artwork.
Without your help I learned to fly.
* and without you,
I'll live... not die.
Double Edge SwordHe was always a careless boyDouble Edge Sword6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanton and free
Scarred and proud
of the way he opened my mouth
and rendered me speechless
with a slither of
words that made my
and heart weaker
I resisted until I fell
and cut my knuckles against
his chest, beating down
a reckless laugh
that knows no mercy
for what he can't capture and have
like the broken toys of his youth
possessed but used
and in the end
nothing more than the play thing
of an imagination run wild