DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Cardiac BreakdownWinds of JulyCardiac Breakdown in Free Verse More Like This
Heartache and pain
Chaos and rain
Jaded with disdain
With axes slain
The nightmare comes
For the writer when
He cannot overcome
His state of Zen
Pages filled with white
And yet never shining bright
A man going insane
His hands unable to shit out his mind
Relieve it from shame
And with raw walls grind
Suicide knocks at the door
Waiting for more
To announce itself to the neurotic
And rid him of his state so robotic
Mental storms ensue
Death knows he is long overdue
He opens the door
Falls on the floor
Tears in his eyes
Staring at his demise
Death tells him
"O Adam, only you can choose
Either endure or dim
Either way, neither I nor you will lose"
"But my monotonous state I cannot endure
All I want is to be able to fill papers
Of that I am sure!
I don't want to wait
And I seek not to let myself perish on this date"
And so Death replies
"Something is missing in your life
Nothing to brighten up or darken your eyes
Could it perhaps be a w
GreyBend down for meGrey in Free Verse More Like This
I want to pop my cherry
Open your legs
Time to lay your eggs
Your child is a hybrid
Don't worry, it'll still act like a kid
Just a tad little different
But that shouldn't be a deterrent
Come on, darling
He or she will be grey
Didn't you say you hated earthlings?
Or were you just not "feeling it" that day?
So you're saying you don't like me
Just because my eyes are too big and black
Just because my skin is flabby
Just because I'm too short to smack
You humans aren't only amongst yourselves racists
But to others creatures, fascists
So you want to get an abortion?
Good luck, you virulent whore
Once they see that fetus
You'll get the government's attention
You'll be taken offshore
And will seek release from Jesus
You're stuck with me
Try to betray me
Try to kill my baby
And you'll look crazy
BoytoysBoyBoytoys in Free Verse More Like This
You're such a toy
Easy to manipulate
And mentally late
A lot like sexual bait
For those who cannot wait
The birth defect
Is your excuse
For being a reject
I want you to muse
Ponder the effects
No need to watch the news
Everyone knows the aspects
You don't even have a reason
Unlike the Jews
In World War Two
Who were accused of treason
And forced to take the choo-choo
You've lost all my respect
Become my adept
Or I'll strike you with a lightning bolt
I am Neptune
I control the moon
And you will be on my spoon
Because you're so delicious
And yet so precious
Please HurryMy ladyPlease Hurry in Free Verse More Like This
I bow to your beauty
I kneel to your majesty
I kiss your hand ardently
No one can surpass your glory
Calling you sexy
Would be blasphemy
Because you are holy
Take this message seriously
Because it was written with urgency
Written for a woman whose grace shines eternally
If you want, I will be your property
Anything to be in your company
In the presence of divinity
Forget religion, forget spirituality
You are my path to purity
You are my recovery
Your sight will heal me
Please stop torturing me
I am melting down internally
I am weak, solitary
I am more than lonely
I am more than unhappy
I am deeply gloomy
Please do not abandon me
Spend one night with me
You give my life a purpose, you only
Without you, I have lost a piece of me
I am suffering endlessly
My heart is not where it used to be
My lungs have sunken so deeply
That I cannot breathe correctly
I feel like this life is about to leave me
I cannot li
You Have Been WarnedBe like the othersYou Have Been Warned in Free Verse More Like This
You will be better
Forget your desires
Be a liar
Lest you end up in a fire
Hung by barbed wires
Crushed by heavy tires
With your body lying on a mire
No one wants to hear your originality
We want uniformity
Shut your tramp
Or we will confiscate your lamp
And leave you with nothing
But your filthy darkness
In which you will be rotting
Because you are so grotesque
Sodomite, stop getting bent!
Hippie, enough with your dissent!
Stop acting like a faggot
Or your face, we will crush with our boots
Like a filthy maggot
Until you have but one tooth
We are society
We love you when you are we
But hate you when you are you
And in your mouth we will put our shoes
Obey and conform
To our norms
Or we will put you through a raging storm
Where no one will make you feel warm
You have been warned
Do what we tell you to so
Or we will give you the blues
And, by the way, we will not mourn
Be like the rest
And you will be the best
ObsoleteA hellholeObsolete in Free Verse More Like This
A black hole
I plunge into
My head is burning
My stomach is churning
My eyes are melting
My nails are falling
My skin is peeling
My ears are sealing
My nose is disappearing
My mouth is frying
My lungs are shrinking
My torso is opening
The horrors in my heart
I almost look like a work of art
Leave me alone
Let my only friends be my bones
In this bliss that is like my mother's womb
Where I was innocent
This bliss that is my tomb
Show a Little HumanityDo not execute meShow a Little Humanity in Free Verse More Like This
Let me live
Do not poison me
I do not want to be captive
Why will you not show any mercy?
Can you not forgive?
Why must I live in poverty?
Did they not teach you to give?
Why are you smiling at my misery?
Why are you always so festive?
Wake up from your sleep
And stop acting like sheep
Open your eyes
That I am wearing a disguise
That in reality
I am gloomy
Suicide is the only way out for me
I am depressive
And I am not being persuasive
My warning, you should heed
Because if you choose not to help those in need
When you will be seeking help, you will not succeed
Haunting and following you will be your deeds
And then, the only way you will be freed
Is by either abandoning yourself to weed
Or making yourself bleed
Do not stain your morality
Show a little humanity
O Sweet WhoreO sweet woman!O Sweet Whore in Free Verse More Like This
Your scent enthrals me
And compels me to throw
Myself off of a bridge
And, for you, perish
And in death, to you, bow
Because, woman, you control me
The shape of your breasts
And the curve of your body
Will not let me rest
They are driving me crazy
The colour of your skin
And of your hair
Et me rappellent la douceur de ma mère
Ô maudite femme !
Garce, libertine, succube, sorcière !
Tu es une malédiction que seule la prière
The Night Angel (Chapter 6)The Night Angel (Chapter 6) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rebecca sat in the middle of the den. Her eyes were tired and her hair was wild and uncombed. She was exhausted, but her body would not sleep she hadn't even closed her eyes since her father had left. All around her lay the blood and decaying remains of zombies. Her pistols were resting on the coffee table. Both had been emptied of their ammunition and she would have to renew her ammo. However, the question that egged at her now was one so difficult, just saying it in her mind wasn't enough.
"What do I do now?" Rebecca whispered.
This question had never been a real problem for Rebecca to answer. Even after her mother died, her father had been there to help her pick up the pieces. It was him who had explained to her the existence of supernatural creatures he had taught her, encouraged her, and he had loved her. With him around, Rebecca had never felt more secure. He was all that she had. But now he was gone. The world seemed so much darker now, and it had nothing to do wi
Chapter 1: NightmaresChapter 1: Nightmares in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don’t know when I had fallen asleep…I remembered walking into the hotel with Kirai clutching my hand. I remembered walking into my room and tossing my equipment to the side. I remember giving the child a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt to wear and then sending Kirai to the single bedroom, and then I remember unfolding the pull out couch so that I could lie down on it and think. Obviously, I had a lot to think about. There was a lot to consider and quite a bit to take into consideration. I must have fallen asleep while deep in thought…because I remember something tapping my shoulder.
“Mister?” My first instinct was to jump to the defense. Under my pillow was a large knife with a silver tip. In my line of work, you can never be too careful…who knows what demon or vengeful creature might want to take revenge on you. I reached under my pillow and gripped the handle of the knife tightly; prepared for whatever was there.
“Mister?” the vo
I Live With A Witch (Chapter 9)I Live With A Witch (Chapter 9) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Christian, you really don't have to do this." I was standing at the other end of the experiment room, lacing my shoes. I had on a pair of baggy jeans and a black jacket with a red hoodie underneath it, but not for the cold weather. Rather, I was planning on using the hoodie to hide my face...because I was going into town.
"Yes I do." I answered flatly. "You're still running a slight fever and I need to go get some medicine." Eva shook her head. She was still in bed, her body had regained some of its color and her face wasn't as pale...but she was still a little sick.
"But Christian," she protested, "I'm not dangerous anymore...the worst of the magical maturity is over. I just need rest." I nodded.
"Maybe, but just a few minutes ago you were telling me about your fever...so I'm going to go out and get you something to bring that fever down." I answered. Eva groaned and lay back in bed.
"I'm fine!" She cried. However, I was already walking towards the door. "Christian, wait!" She called
The Night Angel (Chapter 1)The Night Angel (Chapter 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night was basked in a gorgeous glow from the full moon. The night was alive with death. The tree shadows cast eerie shadows on the ground, but this was all the same to the shadow that was slipping from tree to tree in the middle of the wildlife park. The figure slipped quiet as a fox down behind a bush and stayed perfectly still. She peeked over the edge of the limbs and saw what she had been looking for.
There were three targets she could see all three lumbering across the forest. They hadn't spotted her yet, and when she was done they wouldn't ever know she had been there. She reached behind her and pulled out a large black compound bow. It was heavy with a powerful kick to it but it was her weapon of choice for this situation. From her quiver, she pulled an arrow. The arrow itself didn't look special, but she knew different. This arrow was tipped with blessed silver nothing that she hit with this arrow ever got back up again. Placing the arrow carefully on th
Prologue: Why?Prologue: Why? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Joshua Rains. What I do is something that you probably wouldn't believe or understand. I hunt down the paranormal and supernatural...and I police it. Note that I do not destroy it. Destroy is a last resort. Do you believe that just because something isn't normal or isn't human it deserves death? Of course not...they are living creatures like you and I. Indeed, some are evil and, in those cases, death is the only thing you can do...but isn't that the same with any criminal?
However, I didn't always think that way. Actually, I used to be very prejudice towards the supernatural and paranormal. I was one of the most feared monster slayers in America. You didn't know my name simply because I didn't want you to...it comes with the work...but I digress. I was responsible for the merciless murders of countless creatures and spirits in my time...until one month ago. What changed my opinion and views of monsters and the supernatural? I'll tell you.
I was 19 at the time. I was young an
Is There A Real Me?Masks.Is There A Real Me? in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't know I wore them.
Now it all makes sense.
I've seen behind the curtain
and now I know.
I have tons,
more added everyday.
I now see them in the mirror
where my face should be
I see masks;
one on top of the other.
But which is me?
do I have a face,
or just masks?
What do I look like
Without a cover?
That's what I see
When all the masks are ripped off
revealing the bare being beneath.
It's not what I want
but it's all I truely know.
I've only been watching life
through emotional masks.
But what does it truely feel like to be
Happy, Content, Carefree.
Maybe one day
I'll know the deep-rooted feeling of
Love or Joy
But until then,
This is me,
How Do You Know?when you decide to waitHow Do You Know? in Free Verse More Like This
where is the end?
how do you know
when you've found her?
when you think you have
how can you be sure?
He will show you.
it will be obvious.
Smiles will not hide
Talking will be easy
Care will flow in abundance
A chance touch will send your heart racing.
You'll never want to leave
But only in your mind.
Together you feel whole
Now you know
What God had planned
It's because you've waited
You have become a true man.
MirrorsAvoid like the PlagueMirrors in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They show what I truely am.
What i dislike most.
What I feel I am
What I truly want to be
It does not show it.
If only I could
Show the world what's inside me
All would be amazed.
One day it'll happen
Then I can look in mirror
I will see myself.
DistanceWhat is distance between two lovers?Distance in Free Verse More Like This
It is just a number,
An obsticle to be overcome.
So why the big deal?
Why all the fear?
On a map
It does not look like much
There you see the truth:
Distance is not much.
Just a drive
Just a plane.
What are a few miles,
A few dollars
To gaze upon
The one you love.
It is a miniscule sacrifice
To look into eachothers eyes.
A small price for
a long-awaited embrace.
A worth-while wait
To kiss that beautiful, porcilen face.
I've learned and now I knowI lost her once, and I know why.I've learned and now I know in Free Verse More Like This
i didn't fight, as for my life.
I should've known that there'd be a cost,
But I never would've guessed all that I lost.
I lost her then, it was her choice.
I knew why she did it, I could tell in her voice.
These three words alone, "I Love You"
Without actions do not have value.
I did not chase her, it was not right
To simply expect her to sit tight.
She deserves better and that I will give.
If allowed one more chance, for her I will live.
To love and to hold, to cherish and chase.
A day shant go by that i don't picture her face.
I've learned my lesson, it's true this time.
If only she"ll let me call her as mine.
Beautiful dayBeautiful day in Free Verse More Like This
Forget all the problems from the past,
Life sometimes just goes too fast.
Don't blink, because it can be over in a flash,
It might be fast, but don't do anything too rash.
The future will always be uncertain
It stands before you like a big dark curtain.
You will always carry the past with you
But don't let it turn you blue.
Follow your dreams and hopes
Don't get dragged down by some dopes
Just follow your own way
Even when all turns gray
You might not feel like doing that on a rainy day
But luckily for you
Today looks like it will be a beautiful day
A pencilA pencil in Free Verse More Like This
A pencil is a small thing
Irrelevant to most
But it can create anything
It can create images of a beautiful coast
It creates images that can change your life
It creates images that will withstand time
It creates words that make you feel alive
It creates words that can describe a crime
It tells a story of the past
While looking forward to the future
A pencil shows you a world which is quite vast
It can create images that are quite obscure
A pencil can defeat a sword
But it can also create a sword
So if you're ever down
And you are sitting in your room with a frown
Pick up a pencil
And let it guide you to a world
Beyond your wildest dreams
WishWish in Free Verse More Like This
Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.
We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.
An artistAn artist in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Lousie's PhotoLousie was a clever one. She had made it so the lump of her life wasn't known to anyone in the whole crew. In fact, no one, not one person, knew every chapter of her life. She alone knew what she had been though, and none for her new comrades thought to look past where she had just been. Everyone had just assumed she had lived her whole life in AZ with her family, happy and satisfied. Within her room, where many of her friends often ventured, showed no evidence of otherwise. Drawings of projects she's worked on, photos of friends, family, and vacations cover the walks, and objects of sentimental value were scattered everywhere. There was only one object that didn't seem to fit. A burnt photograph in a beautiful frame. To the eyes of most, it meant nothing; it seemed to belong here with every other photo. But a closer look and a little thought would cause question. Why was this one photo framed? None of the other were, they were merely taped to the wall. Why was it burnt? All along theLousie's Photo in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Security Director"They're out to get me, I just know it," I thought. Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria looking out at my fellow employees, I just know they're talking about me, waiting to get me. Well they can have me! Or my job! It's mine, I earned it. They aren't qualified for it. Being security director is a life commitment, and not for the faint of heart. Everyone who walks into this building is a possible threat. No one can be trusted. Absolutely no one.Security Director in Short Stories More Like This
"Um, Excuse me, sir." I jerked up from my mental rant. Before me stands a young woman, maybe twenty years old. Her hair was a short and light brown. Small, metal glasses surround light blue eyes. A gray jacket was over a light pink tang top, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Blue jeans and pink flats, she looked normal enough. But the notebook in her arms and the orange VIP pass around her neck told a different story.
"Yes, what is it, what do you want?" I sputter. Couldn't she see I'm busy?
I sputter. Couldn't she see
Leading a RebellionBehind my forced smile, teeth grinded together, making a low scrapping sound in my ear. Muscles were almost painfully tense under my uniform. My doubtful thoughts poured into my lungs, ready to be released into the world. I desperately wanted to revile my fears and uncertainly, to let them all hear my guilt.Leading a Rebellion in Profiles More Like This
This was not how I used to be. I never before had been so shaky in my actions. Never felt so much regret, so much shame. Yet, I feel I could do nothing about it. It's far too late to question, but too bad to ignore. When they asked me to join her revolution, to change the world, I could not refuse. If only I had known what I was signing on to. If I knew that my actions would mean the imprisoning of every man in the world, including the ones I cared for and loved, I would have arrested them. But, I didn't know, I didn't ask. It was the first in a long list of mistakes that would slowly turn me into an almost mental mess. And now I am one of them.
I am their ally, their trusted compa
A GirlBrown hairA Girl in Free Verse More Like This
A girl you don,t know
Who has so much
and yet so little
Life as been bad
and great at time
a sister and two brother
along with a large family
that her loves her
a smile that everyone loves
Just who is this Girl?
USA stranger you were once.US in Free Verse More Like This
Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.
As our lives engaged,
you lit my life and I held both your hands.
You're my man, my mighty king,
And I'm the jewel in your crown,
For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
To have you by my side.
For you are the one
Who makes me whole
You've captured my heart
And touched my soul.
For you are the one
That stepped out of my dreams
Gave me new hope
Showed me what love means.
For you alone
Are my reason to live
For the compassion you show
And the care that you give.
You came into my life
And made me complete
Each time I see you
My heart skips a beat.
Mutation. 1.1"Help me ... Help ... get her away ... it ..."Mutation. 1.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence. Only sounds of spring night; the wind, lightly buzzing insect, very quiet, barely perceptible sound of the footsteps of a small animal in the grass covered with frost, neighborhood dog's bark, who was alarmed by something. But it were the natural sounds of the evening life, which is not quite asleep. In addition, the deep silence enveloped the small town named Hole Valley, which 300 years ago, a boor named a hole. Now, however, the name didn't fit here because the city has grown and modernized, and although it certainly was not like Los Angeles or Miami, it was not a village. Neither hole. And the more to add, not village-hole, in slight translation a place where is more dinosaurs than people. Silence was also five minutes ago, before the dull, audible only to one man cry, disturbed the peace of Ian Carr, who was lying in his bed. Although he didn't open his eyes, because the dream was too deep to be able to just stop.
SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying.Sacrifice in Short Stories More Like This
"Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.
The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with fear in her eyes on the red-haired man. The man didn't expect her to co-operate that soon; he leaned in his seat and crossed his arms.
"So you are the sacrificial lamb" he laughed. "I will never understand these peasants. I won't stop killing them, even if they bring me all their beautiful women they have. Village after village, town after town...I
The Gift Part IShe looked into his eyes. True, this was look full of cynicism, however, had something strangely gentle, what the casual observer probably would have taken for sensitivity.The Gift Part I in Short Stories More Like This
It was the only word she spoke, but in her mouth had the strength of sword and fire. Rah'nam lowered his eyes.
They were sitting in a crowded tavern, one of many in the big - and as the story goes, and what is rather untrue - a wonderful city of Hak'Samath. True, it was not a lot of drow as city was located on the surface and was open to all, but Szahitra not specifically stood out among the guests. Her obsidian black skin glistened slightly in the dark and light brown travel clothes made drowess almost average in the crowd. However, Szahitra wasn't the average person. She was messenger of powerful individual, who never allow anyone to see her in the dirty tavern, such as this.
Drowess slowly, with lazy movement, brushed, her white as snow, hair from face.
"It's not about pay, Medi" she said with modulated ton
The Little Shorts of KoThe Little Shorts of Ko in Short Stories More Like This
Ko started when the door to the dorm opened slowly. He hand't really known what else to do. So.... He just went back to his room without really knowing it, and curling up on his bed to cry himself to sleep. The first year sat up automatically, and then thought better of it. He frowned, trying to wipe at his eyes; knowing that there were no tears - just a red puffiness.
"Hey, Ko." Hiroaki said, shutting the door behind him. The purplette had been going to try and keep calm, but that all left him when he heard his friends' voice.
"Hey, Hiroaki." He responded and - knowing his voice was shaking - grinned lightly. It was a sad one compared to his normal grin. "Did you have fun?" The illusion he was trying to pull off wasn't going to work; he knew that. When the older student looked at him in concern he looked away, biting his bottom lip.
"Ko, what's wrong?" Hiroaki asked, walking closer to the bed. He continued to walk closer until he was standing right in front of Ko, and he ju
It Might ChangeIt Might Change in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, doll." I said softly as I walked into the white room. The brunette lying in the bed just looked at me with a small smile; sticking her tongue out at me in the process. It made her expression one that would have had me rolling on the floor laughing when we were kids, but now I had more self-control. I managed to just chuckle softly before walking closer to her.
"Hey, babe." Lillian said, letting her face fall back to what it normally looked like. Me - being the wonderful guy I was - could still see her with that weird expression on her face. That meant I was still grinning at her. "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Lillian had given birth to her son earlier than she was meant to. Jack Jason Thomas was born two weeks before: at 34 weeks into the gestation period. That meant he was a premature baby, and needed to be admitted to the intensive care unit in the hospital. The only reason Lillian was still in the hospital was because they needed to make sure that she didn't have
A New Past: Version 2A New Past: Version 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Ran blinked his multi-colored eyes open in confusion when he heard a soft vibrating sound come from the other side of the room. He was about to sit up and investigate, when he heard the light "tap, tap, tap" of fingers hitting a keyboard. He then assumed Hisoka had received a late-night text message. He rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled the blankets over his head, letting his eyes closed again. He heard another vibration, followed by that same tapping sound. Once again, he attempted to sleep once more, when there was another vibration.
He grew frustrated and pulled the blankets down slightly, subtly rolling over so as not to alarm his roommate and peered at his through narrowed eyes. His raven-haired companion looked disheveled in the soft glow of his cell phone, and the luminescent light turned his skin a ghostly white color, revealing small bags under his eyes, and blood-shot sclera. He honestly appeared to be a mess, in the raven's opinion. Not to mention his mess