Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity11 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
-Clarity--Clarity-12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Existence is not.
Scarred by the legends of tomorrow, wreaths of immortality echo.
Stirred by the rustlings of darkened day,
By the stealthy dusk, in its tiptoeing madness;
A frenzy of tap-dancing raindrops fall
As the broken sun fades
Casting clouds of burnt amber
Into galaxies of no colour.
Yet death survives from the futures past.
A broken world- illusions dream
Realitys curse, shrouded in torment?
The warmth of heavens deepest hell
through the minds cold embrace.
Whispered screams fill the stifling void,
as clammy oceans give up their frozen memories.
To be free from reality is to be chained to eternity.
Forever bound, in a mental liberty that few ever realise-
For most exist
Yet do not live
-waking patterns--waking patterns-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...remembering to breathe....
-savoring a delicious intake of air that swallows like a sip of desperation and stale nostalgia.
-the air that escapes my lips leaves me with transparent amnesia.
-with arms embracing the fading heat current that intermingles with cotton sheets and cold sweat.
-returns with a slow exhale of air that hauntingly whispers of dislocated pain.
BetrayalBetrayal11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Betrayal... such a powerful feeling...
It's a binding force that sinks you down...
It leaves you unable to breathe...
You just want to scream until the horrible feeling goes away..
The feeling of dread and doom...
And the why me feeling...
You think of the fun you had with that person...
And all the mistakes you've made...
Never to be un-done...
That feeling alone...
Makes you feel the pressure...
Like you've been hit...
You search around... For anything...
That may take away the pain...
But you'll find... that whatever you do...
It will only feed the pain...
If you tell someone of the hurt...
Their sympathy... cuts into you as well...
You wonder if they... they... are spending time...
With the person who is responsible for this...
You lose all sense of self value...
Then suddenly... Tears start to fall...
With each drop... You feel the pain start to lift...
Undisturbed mourning... For a friend lost...
But its even worse... That they are only lost to you...
Everyone else can still enjo
Sugar Coated KeroseneYou'll watch quietly as the flames consume meSugar Coated Kerosene11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what we've been trained for.
And they'll bleed perfect lives upon our lips
To give a taste of nothing more
Than a fragile lie.
I hope you choke on your arrogant illusions.
Force fed sugar coated kerosene
To ignite upon realization-
Upon one person's dawning notion
That things are not as they seem.
A devious safety mechanism
To destroy that which knows only truth
She who enlightens herself
Is but a threat.
We've all been
Force fed sugar coated kerosene
And I smile
As the flames consume me.
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
Marching BandLet me tell you, I know Hell. Hell is a place of unbearable heat, where hopeless souls are forced into meaningless labor, in this particular case, walk around in bizarre patterns while playing instruments. In case you haven't guessed, I'm talking about High School Marching Band. I had been absolutely apposed to the idea of marching band, because it wasn't required for my level of band. Additionally I really sucked at playing Clarinet when I was sitting still, despite my seven years of it prior. Unfortunately for me, my parents were dead set on making me go. Now as anyone who has ever been a kid before, knows about the Parental Override Switch. It's a small switch installed in every decision we make until the age of eighteen that a parent can switch to whatever they want you to do, and try as you might to switch it back to whatever you want, the switch will never move. So was the case in my decisionMarching Band12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Fading into Dustthe sunFading into Dust10 years ago in Open More Like This
drowning into night
is another day lost
yet the endless highway
beyond imminent silver shores.
know the end of time
will be far hence
from our own fading
a flaming sky
lighting the world
it is for such beauty
that we live
and by these acts
that we know
that sinks from our souls
through the layers
of earth and history
like a song
that none truly hear
but all in some way know.
do not fear death
a mistrust of fate
will only bring it closer
spend your life alive
in the dying sun.
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
The Siegemasters - Part IIIThe Siegemasters - Part III13 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
T H E S I E G E M A S T E R S
The docks along the Chionthar River were busy and buzzing like an overturned bees' nest. Gulls cried as they hovered over the roofs and masts, white as snow in an overcast sky, bobbing and weaving on the breeze from the sea. Sailors hauled on squealing lines, cranes shrieked and creaked as horses were swayed into the holds of the ships that would make up their convoy.
Eibhlin, the hood of her brigandine thrown back and the wind ruffling her ginger curls stood watching the recruit boarding the trade cogs. A hand tapped her shoulder and she looked round.
'Gods save the good work,' said Greumach.
'How are you Eibhlin?' asked Eilidh.
'Not bad, how's it going with yourself, curly?' the Thieftaker smiled.
'Not bad either, Ginger,' said the Artist-turned-Mage.
SecretSecret11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spirals of deceit surround and hold me
confusing with words you once swore true.
Riding on lies like a mode for movement
(tell me your secret) what is it that you do?
Selling sweetly scented samples of lust
controlling with eyes that sparkle and glow.
Struggling to hide behind pretty-painted masks
(dare you to speak) infidelity shows.
Protected by truth, it comes in all forms
naivety in me has been taken and lost.
Tongue bleeding to tell a thousand lies
(whisper your feelings) with lips still glossed.
Dehydrated from tears that wouldn't stay in
Your lips oozed with words that weren't new.
A dream lived in me that you truly felt love.
(your secret is out) I discovered the real you.
I miss him, I hate him, but...I miss him, I hate him, but...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the guy I thought he was
I miss the guy who cared
I miss the guy who said he loved me
I hate the guy who wasn't true
I hate the guy who didn't care
I hate the guy who played with my heart
I miss the guy he was
I hate the guy he really is
I miss the guy who held me through my tears
I hate the guy who makes me cry
I miss the guy I loved with all my heart
I hate the guy who broke it
I miss him
I hate him
And still I'm waiting for that day
Where I'll wake up and just not care
-Tears And Kisses--Tears And Kisses-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
--10 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
>Connecting to user....
>Proxy servers offline.
/*I'm here standing in the fog,
Can you see me?*/
int heartbeat = 72;
int cyanide = 0;
bool life = true;
//Look at the camera.
//You'll be discussing this on Larry King Live.
//Self-snuff films are all the rage
//'cause you only love me when I'm slitting my wrists.
//Tonight! One night only!
//"We have this late breaking bulletin..."
//Violence is sexy.
while (cyanide >= 0)
if (heartbeat == 0)
life = false;
cyanide = -1;
A ustedes mujeresA ustedes mujeres6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A esas bellas damiselas que te envenenan con sus besos
y de una sola mirada te empalan el corazón
a esas princesas de hielo que te congelan con sus caricias
y rompen tu alma de un solo suspiro
Esas Inmutables doncellas de acero
duras como un diamante y hermosas como el zafiro
a esas reinas del engaño,la mentira y los desvelos
que te llevan a la locura, a la muerte y al entierro.
A ustedes preciosas mujeres que nos hacen tanto daño
les pido que nunca olviden a sus amores de antaño
ya que llegándo a tu oscuro lecho de muerte
serán ellos los únicos que aun buscaran amarte.
oceanside summonsoceanside summons11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I kneel at the ocean shore
You balk to behold my solemnity
The question I asked since the start of time
I present to you now, will you come with me?
Hear the waves crash up the shore
Breathe as they mount the beach
The rythm, the beauty, the calling from the sea
I ask you again, will you come with me?
The rush of waves going out to the sea
Is the sound of your breath drawn as you approach me
Step carefully my friend, my way is not easy
You can't turn back now, will you come with me?
We don't need a boat, my friend
Ignore the stick, you can put down that oar
On the water we'll walk, just trust in me
I just ask for your faith. Will you come with me?
It's the stroll of your life, will you come with me?
WastedI am a smashed masterpieceWasted11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken shards of a worthless entity
my skin sears as tears sting my charred face
My tortured soul perseveres existence
and my mind is broken
regurgitation embraces my youth
I cough out my aunguish
but I am already feral
opaque to the bone
my tounge spits blood and my tears bleed
I am a numb existence
my cries and tears indent upon no one
and my anguish and sorrow continue unnoticed
I bury my face in my arms and fall to my knees
a bird chirps,
I choke out a smile
but it is wicked
through my gritted teeth of rot
I am a monstrosity
wreathed in internal flame
to convulse among my implosions
and remain wasted
I am a work of art
a youth of the past
to fall through the cracks of shadow
Lost and forgotten
So StillI remember it as though I'm still there.So Still8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was so still, a little too still.
You came over early in the morning. I had just woken up, my hair was a mess and I was pale with bleary eyes. Despite my appearance you still smiled at me, your brilliant blue eyes twinkling with laughter, and told me I looked beautiful. You told me to get dressed quickly, and that you would buy us breakfast on the way. I asked you where we were going. You just looked at me seriously and told me I would have to wait.
We set off through the small town, toward the outskirts into the bush. It was a beautiful day. Your dark hair was shining and your smile could have outdone the sun. We reached a tiny waterhole where you spread out a blanket and lay down next to me, holding my hand tight. We just laid there in silence, enjoying the warmth of the sun, until you sat up and began to speak.
You looked me in the eye and I knew what you were going to say. I put my hand over you lips to stop those irrevocable words escapi
Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 2Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chap 2: Down the Narrow path
A child is a child regardless of race, sex, or spices. Troublesome they may be they are often times full of wisdom and should not be ignored.
Anna had woken up in the middle of the night when she heard what only could have been called shivering from the elite Tokuamalee who had rescued her the day previous. When she quietly walked over to the bed she found out that was exactly what the Elite was doing. Had her mind been any older she would have blanched at the seemingly human action, but because she was still young she instead hauled the blankets she had curled up in back over to the bed and had tossed them as best as she could over the large elite. It was also then in her sleepy haze that she climbed up into the corner of the bed and curled back up and drifted back into her sleep.
Tokuamalee was not aware that he had fallen asleep before Anna had gotten out of the shower. In fact most of the events of the day before were hazy when he first got up. So his i
PandoraPandora11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The very first woman,
Mankind's gift and curse,
A gift for man to adore,
And the curse that plagues him.
Molded by Hephaestus,
Out of silt and clay,
The masterpiece of his hands,
Like man but different.
Zeus breathed her to life,
Athena made her intelligent,
There is no knowledge or craft,
She does not know.
The Graces made her charming,
Apollo endowed her music,
With a nightingale's voice,
She could shame the Sirens.
In beauty and grace,
With curiosity and cunning,
Of that of Hermes' trickery.
Thereof her name,
That means all–gifted,
The finest creation,
Fashioned by the gods.
She was taken down to earth,
As a wife to Epimetheus,
Blinded by her perfect beauty,
He forgets his brother's warning.
As a wedding present,
The gods gave her a box,
But she was firmly warned,
Never to open it.
The beautiful box,
Came form the very depths,
Of the realms of Hades,
Where all evil is sealed.
In her every waking hour,
She would trace her fingers,
On the box's intricate design,
Unknown II - Love RememberedUnknown II - Love Remembered10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought,I found you..
But I was wrong.
Your love so strong..
I was searching you..
I dont know who you are?
I'm sorry for you
I dont have power to find you..
Where are you ?
We still meet in dreams..
Your face's hiding in shadows.
I'm crying to find you..
My heart's burning like you.
I feel you..
I dont know which is right ?
I'm going outside from my lair
I'm fighting with evils beyond the fire..
Every battle, for the sake of your desire..
You're stroking my hair when we meet again..
Clouds're turning to lovely red without pain,
You're kissing me before the rain..
My dreams're turning to nightmares..
When you fade to black.
There is a big crack on my heart..
I'm so weak when I wake up..
You are right, I cant grow up.
I love you like a cherub..
One day I wish to embrace you.
I dont know who you are,
But I love you..
As Perfect As A RoseAs Perfect As A Rose12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As Perfect As A Rose
I\'ve wished all my life to find perfection
But in the end all I\'ve found is obsession
Biting my lip to hold back the fears
The only thing that can bring me to tears
A single white rose that has bled too much
Tainted by the hate in one man\'s touch
Is that which I now obsess over most
Something so exquisite I\'ll forever boast
I\'ll shout to the world that this rose is mine
It\'s a gift from God to have something so fine
So delicate that it can shatter from a word
Then come back together as if nothing occured
And mask the pain that only I can see
That is vainly covered in psudo-glee
But I just kiss the tear falling from its petal
And hold it within my arms till feelings settle
It\'s this feeling of love which the rose transcends
Something I\'ll treasure till my mortal life ends
It brings into my life a joy beyond ecstasy
Perfection found in it\'s infinite degree
That\'s been rooted into such a simple thing
As a broken flower upon an angel\'s wing
Upon my heart thi
The Burning CityThe flames rise from the city, lashing at the air like a whip. It spreads from building to building quickly, consuming the entirety of this once great place. Hundreds of people are running from the city, some on fire, some mearly burned, and some lucky enough to only have mild injuries. A house on the outskirts collapses, and I can see a small hand sticking out of the door, on the ground and burning. As I look back to the city, I can see a car that was trying to escape explode on the road, killing not only the driver, but several people and children that were running along side it. More houses start to collapse, and then, a building in the far distance collapses. I can see the looks of peoples faces as it topples over and begins to fall on them, and I can practically hear the children's cries in the second before they're crushed.The Burning City5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The entire city is crying, crying even over the cackling of the flames. The flames. They're loud, and sound like they're laughing. Laughing as it causes thous