Eh, bueno, creo que era...EL MISTERIO DEL MONOLITOThuilr miraba el horizonte. Tenía que descubrir de donde surgía aquel resplandor dorado que llevaba toda la mañana molestándole.Eh, bueno, creo que era...EL MISTERIO DEL MONOLITO in Short Stories More Like This
Además, estaba aquella música melancólica que no paraba de sonar. Desde hace varios días sentía como si estuviera siendo controlado: oía sus propios pensamientos en voz alta, luces y sonidos surgían de todas partes y, a veces, escuchaba largas descripciones sobre el paisaje.
¿Mundo? ¡Escúchame! No voy a permitir que me controles.
Continuó cabalgando. Ahora que lo pensaba no recordaba cuando había sido de otra manera, sin escuchar aquellas voces...
Eh... espera, espera... ¿Cómo que nunca he vivido de otra manera? Claro que he vivido de otra manera... pero su protesta fue apagándose poco a poco cuando descubrió que se equivocaba.
¿Qué dices? continuó. ¿Qué yo me equivoco? Estás haciendo trampa, me
La Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago OscuroLa Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago Oscuro in Short Stories More Like This
¿La Lluvia de Sangre le dejaría pasar? Incluso él, el mago oscuro más viejo de todo el planeta, no conocía la respuesta.
Quería más poder, siempre lo hacía y sabía que el Poder Absoluto le esperara después de esa barrera.
Siempre había creído, como muchos antes que él, que si era cierto lo que decían las profecías y la barrera de la Lluvia de Sangre guardaba el Poder Absoluto detrás, entonces ningún poder existente en el mundo podría atravesarla, puesto que su fuerza sería también absoluta.
Pero él había sobrevivido a treinta cataclismos de poder (12 de ellos provocados por él mismo) y había descubierto que esa creencia era falsa. La barrera era muy fuerte, sí, pero no absoluta.
Lentamente, comenzó a formular la magia que rompería la Lluvia de Sangre para siempre. El remolino de color rojo, fruto de las aberrantes magias que crearon el Poder Absoluto, s
El caballero de plata y el arco negro del cieloH no se movió de su escondrijo entre los arbustos a pesar de que se le empezaban a clavar molestas espinas en la espalda.El caballero de plata y el arco negro del cielo in Short Stories More Like This
Llevaba largo rato contemplando al caballero de plata. Su peculiar armadura (decorada profusamente con grabados de batallas y conquistas acontecidos centenares de años atrás), aparentaba estar hecha de una sola pieza. Su forma también era especial: parecía estar dentro de un destelleante cilindro y cuando se movía lo hacía siempre con movimientos rígidos y bruscos.
Sin embargo, desde poco después de llegar H a la colina, el caballero de plata había estado totalmente inmóvil, con la cabeza levantada hacia lo alto, observando el cielo fijamente desde la parte más alta de la colina. Miraba por encima de la inmensa bandada de cisnes tristes, incluso por encima del arco negro, a la luna.
H tenía ya las piernas entumecidas cuando apareció al pie de la c
La Mirada de los AntiguosLa Mirada de los Antiguos in Free Verse More Like This
Guardianes del cosmos,
desde tiempos eternos.
Dadores de vida
ahuyentan la muerte.
Su sabiduría es infinita,
mas no todo conocen.
Fórmulas simples, patrones complejos;
todo parece complicado desde lejos.
A distancia la belleza es desorden
y la confusión reina.
¿Hasta donde llegaría tu mente?
Galaxias, grupos, cúmulos y supercúmulos esperan;
simple vacío y un poco de polvo.
Energía pura, incomprensión trepadora,
quásars, blázars y supernovas;
nebulosas traviesas y enanas rojas.
Venas, nervios, células epiteliales,
ojos del tamaño de sistemas solares.
Admirables reflejos de luz,
de las galaxias heladas y de las hipergigantes rojas,
allí están los Antiguos,
El Planeta Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari (texto, v1)El Planeta Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari (texto, v1) in Short Stories More Like This
El Planeta Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari, por Jakeukalane
El Planeta Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari (el-mundo-de-las-maravillas-incontables) es un planeta cubierto permanentemente de tormentas eléctricas y mágicas. La superficie del este planeta es tan porosa sin embargo, que todo el agua se acumula en el núcleo del planeta transformada en hielo (debido a la presión).
Antes de la catástrofe que cambió a este planeta para siempre, se dieron en él hechos asombrosos: en cada cruce de caminos, en cada palacio, en cada carreta, había asociado a él un submundo secreto. Estos submundos (varios miles de millones) se veían influidos por el pensamiento de las razas inteligentes que habitaban Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari: cada habitante podía crear un mundo particular para sí mismo.
Los Upandu ILos Upandu I in Short Stories More Like This
Xurmiulaxman (un legendario Upandu Rojo), por Keberyna
Los Upandu son una raza muy adaptada a los diversos ecosistemas de las islas de Értrad, en el planeta Ewdtia. Hay varios tipos: voladores, nadadores y corredores. Los Upandu corredores son los que dominan un territorio más amplio, pudiendo incluso volar (planear) o nadar durante gran cantidad de tiempo. Así mismo, son los que tienen costumbres más elaboradas y son los de mayor tamaño e inteligencia. En el caso de los Upandu Corredores son muy destacables ciertos elementos anatómicos como las alas, el pseudocuerno, el pico dentado, las extremidades anteriores y posteriores (que cuentan con potentes garras) y la cola estabilizadora. Se desplazan en grandes grupos jerarquizados por niveles de prestigio. El mayor prestigio lo tienen los Upandu Rojos, los más "ancianos", se
Empty castlesWhispers that vanish in the air,Empty castles in Free Verse More Like This
armors that ever shine,
towers in the air, without foundations,
Huge castles, once bustled with life;
now only travellers arrive
in terrestrial ships of fantasy.
That castle only has two towers,
but twenty more buried in the sand,
hidden from sight.
Totally empty, surrounded by fields, surrounded by pits.
Cold wind grey and blue, motes of black snow it has.
Violet flowers agonize in the mud,
butterflies burning in the fire.
The sun and the sky are only acquaintances,
each afternoon, from behind, the sun stabs his friend.
Deep waters erased the valley from existence,
calm fishes dwell now in the castle.
«Better end sunk in the water
than fearing the shadow of the black city».
Wise words in the air were floating,
but distrust, like venom, emanated.
«But the black city disappeared».
«That's true, lost dweller, but may appear again».
Susurros de una montana a punto de caerSusurros de una montana a punto de caer in Free Verse More Like This
Danzando a través del cristal herrumbroso,
siguiendo un sendero anguloso.
bailando, construyendo cielos
y mirando al mar, mirando al viento;
tallando las colinas.
¡Oh, espíritu baldío!
¿cuándo dejarás llegar al tenebroso frío?
¿cuándo despertará la tierra creada por tus caprichos?
Tu nuevo mundo llora por estar detenido:
siete lágrimas flotando hasta el río,
siete montañas derrumbándose en el vacío.
¡La tierra quiere estar viva!
¡Deja que de su interior
salga el fuego de la alegría!
Lava atravesando las llanuras,
estrellas iluminando el firmamento
y el color del pensamiento
rozando los cielos.
¡Ya! ¡Ya! ¡Ya no es secreto!
las criaturas de la tierra saldrán
y el tiempo en marcha verán.
Suspiran las montañas al caer l
The DyssiansThe Dyssians in Short Stories More Like This
The Giant Dyssians, by Jakeukalane & loreball
The Dyssians 1 are a evolutive branch of the Dussians, not ligated with the Dussians of the Solar System of Qenal or with the Stellar System of Dixar (where the Dussia planet is).
In the traditional dussinology 2 (of Duss and Dussia) they are clasified inside the group of "Dussians of the Universe". The scholars used this reference to name those Dussians that in the colonial times abandoned the galaxy of Antip or that didn't mantain contact. Curiously, a lot of time later, the Dyssians had a confrotation with real
The Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari planet (text, v1)The Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari planet (text, v1) in Short Stories More Like This
El Planeta Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari, por Jakeukalane
The Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari planet (the-world-of-the-countless-wonders) is a planet cover permanently with magic and electric storms. However, the surface of this planet is so porous that all the water accumulates in the core of the planet transformated in ice (due to pressure).
Before the catastrophe that changes this planet forever, did occurred in it amazing events: in each crossroad, in each palace, in each cart, there was associated with it a secret subworld. Those subworlds (several thousand of millions [long scale - 109]) was influenced by the thinking of intelligent beings that lives in Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari: each inhabitant can create a individual world for himself.
Reborn To A Dead EndCold and distant to the eyes of dismayReborn To A Dead End in Free Verse More Like This
but the more I reach it, the never ending pain
a warm, holy force didn’t beg me to stay
it binds my soul with a demonic, prideful chain
Restoring the aching wound, the most human feature
the ability to be consumed and swallowed by woe
the non-predictable disease lies within this creature
slowly I’ll break, sorrowful at the throne of mercy I bow
The solitary pain of walking among a multitude
as marginalized fallen entities lustfully invites
beckoning to accept an isolated invitation of solitude
as the piercing silence my soul shapes and bites
Forever I shall sink in obscure eternal despair
for the invitation of glory I prideful accepted
this glory, my own loneliness, nothing unfair
for the ethereal invitations of joy I rejected
Shadows pierce the rest of my damned remains
just as I desperate crave for a way out of this mourn
as the holy sense of belonging to earth slowly drains
I want to come out, is it truly and end? Destined to reborn
The Cycle Of Life-Where do people go to when they die? –asked the little kid to her old grandmother sitting in a swinging chair.The Cycle Of Life in Short Stories More Like This
The old lady stared at her grandchild with eyes of love as she swung with peace and smiled at the little kid.
-Well my little sweetheart, when people passes away it is said they cross the tunnel of life, remembering all the experiences they had in the life they just left behind. People often cry repenting of their errors, they also smile for the happy memories they are seen and then get sad too because those happy memories will be left behind in a life they will never touch again. While they see their memories, mistakes and achievements, they are getting prepared to coming back to this world.
-Coming back to this world? –the little kid unable to understand asked.
-Yes my love, after dying and seeing our memories and after getting prepared for coming back, we come back to this world but in a different life, therefore, a different body and a different mind, the only
A Brave ManLet me tell you about a young man,A Brave Man in Free Verse More Like This
whose pride and courage is big enough
whose abilities everything do and everything can,
whose spirit is bright and rough
Far away from the place I sit and write,
there's a man whose power remains unknown
who nobody knows his mind is right,
He dares to fight and stand on his own
Is not that he's a lonely man, but he might be,
someone who we all should dare to listen
because he is really able to see,
what the majority prefers to ignore
As a friend, loyal and caring,
with a heart burning in grateful fire
as a stranger, respectful but daring,
but as a brother, someone to admire
I don't know, I think I see something inside,
something they don't seem to realize
I don't think everyone knows his best side,
his best side is all about himself, so don't criticize
He's always standing for optimism and the bright side,
you better start building your useless walls!
Because there's nothing that can push him aside,
you better take care! 'Cuz he's gonna break all the
Left AloneI said no, don't leave me hereLeft Alone in Free Verse More Like This
I was too late to focus and realize
that you, this was about to disappear,
too blind to see I was fooled by my lies
Would you forgive me my dear?
I was trying to accomplish, trying to make you stay
to have you at my side no matter my fear,
I was fooled by me, you were already ready to walk away
I don't know how I should apologize
all I can do is to beg, don't leave me here
don't turn empty this room like my vanished lies
like I did before with everything that was clear
I remember when I came crawling at the door
you had erased your beautiful smile,
or had I erased it, breaking it from the core?
I didn't realize, that I was about to die
When you crawled from the bed to the floor
escaping the dark, cruel jail of pillows
when you were escaping the voice that begged for more
then I realized I lost you, with no more my ashes began to blow
Putting my effort into this reinforcement
I don't blame you for turning on rejecting
I won't ever let you down, freeze the
Journey To NatureI know one day I will wake up,Journey To Nature in Free Verse More Like This
dried throat, black eyes, my breathing will stop,
contaminated and skinny lungs, skin to the bones,
shed the remaining energy of my body in tears my eyes drop
Breathing with pain, piercing hunger my stomach screams
annoying light avoiding my deadly slumber, blackened dreams
natural body decomposition, I hear the whispers of the trees calling me,
obstructing my happiness, from life I must flee
Swear I heard the birds flap,
flying far from this world full of scrap,
intense ability to sense, unnatural system decay,
time and nature both took my lifetime to delay
You know what I dream about?
Shining fields where my slumber will take place
a peaceful place where I can drop myself into space
swear I heard the animals run, swear I hear them die
I want to flee away from radiation, reach the light to lead me astray
walk into a shining path, hear the flowers bloom into another day
break the prison of my body, smell the fresh fir
touch and drop my body on the foam
Lucid DreamWhat happened to our lucid dream?Lucid Dream in Free Verse More Like This
It just turned into a black empty void,
the inexistent gates bathing in steam
it all turned into a dead howling toyed
Dying in the sunshine through the reflections of salvation
who is here to save me? Words of damnation
when did this turned into a dry cutting thorn
bleeding since the beginning, even before being born
I don't know where to go, I lost it all,
I'm running free, hungry still,
I'm running with the wolves, running from the fall,
or waiting for it? Escaping from the kill
Where is my soul? I can hear it crying
howling like a dead alive monster dying,
my heart a dead piece of useless meat,
my dreams vanishing with every single last beat
Being stumped, paralyzed by my light shinning bright,
I lost my life, I didn't know my night was my light
Couldn't believe, just closing my eyes,
waiting for the sun, never to appear, yet to stop my cries
I'm running in a vanishing pack of wolves,
white for the light, white for the loves,
we're leaving this empt
The GriefAs the unpleasant sky extends its gray shadow,The Grief in Free Verse More Like This
while stars fade to black with a decaying abstinence of greed,
bow the branches of thousand dead trees in a big hollow
a darkened swirl draining hope from this miserable breed
slowly I will fall into a deep slumber of grief
and so will you step in the mourning of woe
dragged down by cursed lonely shadows without relief,
decaying, salvation delayed, never came, never took down our foe
There's no sun light to touch me,
there's no ideal role model to be,
falling pieces of sky, falling dead leafs
a darkened fragment of someone that leaves
A thoughtful ocean, black tide, dead nature
there's no words to secure, nothings is sure
a betraying surface of the promised land, the promised land
no reason to shout, there's no reason, nothing to stand
The weight of the soul turns heavier than mistakes,
Oh the misery of my heart, a piece of meat turning dead
falling promises, the corrupted gray sky breaks
the reflection of my eyes, pain in the tears I shed
March To DeathWake up in a morning with a gray sky, heaven laid in tearsMarch To Death in Free Verse More Like This
man shed them as they stand waiting for the expected
wasted opportunities of life they never rejected
forced to live for someone that will build they fears,
Horrible decisions they take in the name of glory,
they keep spitting on its tomb as they take they name to force peace
how can it be peace if it's a forced submission? Something we miss?
prepare yourself for awful calamities, prepare for to tell your version of the story,
And as transmissions start to sound and beep you also hear the sound of your death,
jump to your planes, jump to the thanks, no time to waste, no time to freeze
forced to live a condemned life, the hours are running as we march to a cold breeze
Wish we could stop time and drop the helmets, avoid the day friend and foe met
Countless weeks of bloody campaigns being burned with enemy fire,
we all ignore, but we all know, human kind itself committed treasons
blinding the people with lies, no one will listen,
The Day Autumn CameOnce upon a time in an autumn nightThe Day Autumn Came in Free Verse More Like This
the wind blew strong with the courage of a hurricane
the first leaf fell as if a constellation flew shinning it's light
hope lifted among the hopeless, for every wish fell a drop of rain
The darkness came ending the immortal grievance and fear
no more may suffer or boil their skin with a burning sun
trees moved singing the melody that caresses every ear
seconds of joy passed as the new season began to run
Transmissions of divine light across the sacred forest
revealing the path were trees dropped their old leaves
the summer slipped from the world, and came one of the oldest
the third son of the mother earth will prepare us for eves
Shinning presence, natural season, the gift to end our woe
he will cover us with its fur coat, will touch and heal the heart
the sky will not be unpleasant anymore and trees will bow
for respect animals will sing and the glory season will start
The broken mirror will be deceived by its own reflect
seven years of madness wi
Scaretted Tears-Why are you crying? –asked a young man to a beautiful girl sitting on a big, dark tree.Scaretted Tears in Short Stories More Like This
-what? –the young, beautiful girl, dried the tears of her face with her hands, allowing the young man to see her face. In that moment, he thought that he had never seen such a beautiful girl.
-Who are you? –The girl asked again, covering again her face with her hands and speaking between her moans and tears, surprised of not being alone.
She had come to the forest to be alone. Nobody ever entered the forest, nobody except her. It wasn't a common forest after all, and only a few people could enter. It was a dark, eternal forest which was always surrounded by thick mist, blocking the sight of every living being; it had lots and lots of dark and gigantic naked trees, black as coal and hard as a rock. The trees were so giant that you could only see their tall trunks before you could lose the sight on the thickest mist embracing the sky. Nobody could ever see their branches, but everyone knew they didn'
ISOLATION DENIEDI seek isolationISOLATION DENIED in Free Verse More Like This
Enter my sanctuary
Leave me alone
Let me be
Dream it away
Walk for hours
Demanding my company
Denying my sanctuary
Baking FriendshipGrab a person with a new slateBaking Friendship in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soak them in a bucket of loyalty
Pour in cups of respect
Then mix in batches of sweet honesty
Now stir them up with a dose of reliability
Mold it all together, packing them with love
Bake it on high for the friendship to harden
Smear on humor and weirdness of icing for personality
Sprinkle in friendliness and sympathy on top
Finished is a wonderful friend of mine
The Ignored OneNo one understands me. No one seems to care as they all pass by me as if I’m not there. They’re ignoring me again. What hurts the most is David won’t even notice me. Oh my love, why can’t you ever see me? I’m always watching him from afar. I love how his eyes light up when he does experiments in science, and how his smile grows when the substance begins to bubble green. His wavy blonde hair that keeps hiding his eyes if he didn’t stop moving the strands out of the way, and how he dresses so neatly. A true gentleman that does what he can for those around him. How I wish you were mine.The Ignored One in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the first time I laid eyes on my love last year when he held the door open for me and he smiled at me, even if he did hug the girl that was behind me. I wish he’d hug me. At times I get the feeling he treats me like everybody else does. Treat me as if I’m nobody. I was never popular in the past, but no one ever been treated like this. When I talk,
Sadistically MasochistLooking at me, what do I see?Sadistically Masochist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A stupid child trying to be free.
You know you’re chained, right?
Why do you even try to fight?
Forget it, just drop it!
You can’t fucking change!
All you’re doing is making yourself deranged.
Crying over the voices in your head,
Obsessing over dumb words that should’ve been said,
Aw, Poor me, poor you, want a tissue?
You tried; you fucking failed!
Give up ‘cause your reasoning already bailed.
Depressed over the stupidest shit,
Ignoring reality to not cause a bitch fit,
Face it, you’re a mental nutcase.
It’s futile, leave your heart to rot.
Stop trying to be something you’re not!
Your sensitivity makes you a damned fool,
Can’t change since it’s permanently part of you,
Why give a damn about the stupid scars?
Suck it up or become the idiot you know you are.
Aw, you’re getting pissed?
Remember idiot, you’re sadistically masochist!
RageRage, building inside.Rage in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rage eats away the heart,
Rage, can't think straight,
Rage taking over your sanity,
Rage, feel the violence,
Rage, you hate the world,
Rage making everyone your enemy,
Rage, you can't control it,
Rage painting your vision red,
Rage killing the happiness,
Rage, why won't it go away?
Rage is destroying my world,
Rage hurting everyone near me,
Rage only brings misery.
The Coin “Hey, wait up!” Sammie called out as she trailed behind her elder sister and the two male friends. The three teens paid Sammie no mind as they kept walking down the busy streets of their large city. “Nancy!” Sammie tried her best to catch up, but her small child legs weren’t fast enough for their long strides. She was a petite girl with her blonde hair tied up in pigtails and dressed in her favorite blue dress with lace around the collar.The Coin in Short Stories More Like This
“Why is the kid gotta be with us again?” Bret asked Nancy as he glanced back at the small child behind them. Bret was the tallest of the trio, standing 6’1” and slender as a stick. Today he had his shoulder-length hair tied in a tight ponytail and dyed black to match his black t-shirt and matching cargo pants with chains looped around the belt loops. His black eye-liner often spooked Sammie whenever he looked at her which made him smile at her discomfort.
“Yeah, what’s with
This is RealI wish this was a nightmare,This is Real in Free Verse More Like This
Wake up from this reality I'm in,
Let this be a bad scenario in my head,
Brush it away, escape this torment,
Dream of better times, but they may not exist,
Hope for happier days, but they may not come,
The sun is becoming darker with each moment,
When night comes the tears will flood the streets,
There is no waking up, this is no dream,
There is no escaping, no where to go,
I wish this was a lie, a rumor going around,
Let the truth be that she'll be alright,
Dream of our time together before they disappear,
Hope for her to come home before she's taken away,
The sun won't be able to shine for too long,
When night comes everything will be lost,
There is no truth to uncover, this was no lie,
No more dreams, they don't exist,
No more hoping, it's all fading,
When night comes there will be no sun,
I can't wake up for this is real,
Keep Your Head Down NowKeep your head down now,Keep Your Head Down Now in Free Verse More Like This
Let everyone pass on by,
Keep your head down now,
Stay silent, bite that tongue,
Keep your head down now,
Better do as you're obeyed,
Keep your head down now,
Watch your ways, don't fall behind,
Keep your head down now,
Act selfless, forget those needs,
Keep your head down now,
Must please everybody,
Keep your head down now,
Force that smile upon your face,
Keep your head down now,
Only then can they be happy,
When the Storm HitsWhen the storm hits, it hits hard,When the Storm Hits in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bit by bit it breaks you apart,
One thing here, another there,
Things will never be like before,
It can't be when she's been taken away,
There will be no sun to bright this day,
The rain pours from the black sky,
As I'm forced to say my final good-bye,
When the storm hits, it slams down,
Burying you farther into the ground,
Slipping down into the rock-bottom pit,
There's no escaping this storm that hit,
Lightning strikes, injuring another,
Worries flood the mind for my father,
He'll survive, but the damage is done,
All I want is to be able to see the sun,
When the storm hits, it strangles the light,
Ripping it away where it's out of sight,
The thunder screams its mighty roar,
Warnings, brace yourself for more,
I wait it out, hoping it will all pass,
No one knows how long this storm will last,
All we can do is try to take cover,
I pray this storm will soon be over,
Lonliness of a MirrorI have many faces, but none are mine,Lonliness of a Mirror in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They come and go through out the day,
Most will smile at me, but others only whine,
All will leave me, none ever decides to stay,
They have events to see, invitations to balls,
While I'm stuck in this room upon this wall,
UbermenschThe very notion ofUbermensch in Free Verse More Like This
abstract, milky rivulets.
Butterfly caught in the web,
save it? The spider goes hungry.
Leave it? An object of supreme beauty
Morality has us save the
pretty ones, the
desperate ones, the
Taking the nature out.
Ugly, grey steel,
smokestacks poisoning a scenic view.
Dinner on the table, hard-working
family; backbone of industry.
Blackened moths flutter with
all the subtle grace.
Butterflies leave with
all the sudden haste.
They are not survivors.
But survivors are not a waste.
They are simply an acquired taste.
ApotheosisHorror is not your enemy.Apotheosis in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is a tool.
If you cannot master this tool,
then it becomes your enemy.
An enemy that must be feared.
Learn to harness that fear.
You will ascend, to what?
Only you know.
You, the superior, the fearless.
One cannot blame a tool
for success or failure.
That responsibility lies solely
within your own hands.
You must overcome fear to know success.
To truly ascend.
On FearThey say Fear holds us backOn Fear in Free Verse More Like This
but they do not realise its use.
To be fearless,
one gives up courage.
there is no strength.
There is no motivation.
Those who say Fear holds us back
will never realise the truth.
there is no movement.
And without movement,
there is no life.
And without life,
there's no point in living.
RebuttalEmaciated, emasculated,Rebuttal in Free Verse More Like This
crop-circles beneath the eys.
Obscure mask, hidden self
why do we keep secrets?
doors keep things out -
great dividers creating
a false sense of security.
Can one just live without
Knowing just how close
at all times?
Could he even handle it?
When standing on the precipice,
never look down
until you do, and your heart leaps.
Faced with mortality
Count to Ten"Just close your eyes and count to ten." Her mouth is serious, but her eyes, baby blue, are smiling. Always smiling.Count to Ten in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And then what?" I give her a sidelong glance.
"You open them, silly." Her serious facade cracked.
I rolled my eyes, but did it anyway. My eyes shut tight, and I said out loud: "One." She giggled, and I felt silly, despite the seriousness of the situation.
"Two." I pictured her smile in my mind, hoping it'd be there when my eyes opened. "Three." I pictured us holding hands again, my heart leapt into my throat. She was silent. I swallowed.
"Four." I felt myself shaking. I shut my eyes tighter. I couldn't open them, it would ruin everything.
"Five." I felt a cold sweat collecting at the small of my back. I'd never heard her so quiet before. Never heard anything so quiet before.
"Six." I kept counting, knowing where this was leading. I didn't want to, but...
"Seven." I felt her arms around my neck. I relaxed into her embrace, putting my arms around her. "I was worried."
Memoria NoctemSame cold floor,Memoria Noctem in Free Verse More Like This
the place where I once lived
Nostalgia that only I am privy to.
Only I am willing to remember.
Shared memories are lost
when your companion is yours no more.
Silent weeping has to be kept hidden
pain kept to oneself,
kept from prying light.
Gone now is what once was mine,
only the stark emptiness is left to bare.
With ImprovementsWith Improvements in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''So where Do you think we should Look next?'' A monstrous, three-headed wolf who's skin was melted of his faces and knees, was in a conversation with himself. ''I think He might...Already have Reached the river'' The giant beast started walking faster, scaring away all other, inferior creatures in their path.
''I bet he is waiting there '' The middle head spoke.
''Do you think that Mayday is with him?'' The left head replied.
''Stop your chit-chat Look who we have there '' The right head spoke while pointing at a small canine shuffling over the ground. ''Let's get To work Then eh?'' The beast slowly creeped up to the pup from behind.
''Well hello there '' They spoke all together. The pup quickly turned around and gazed upon the rotting monster. But it where the heads of the beast itself that where surprised. Infront of them stood a small red wolf. His face was completely black and his eyes had rotten out of his sku
I'll Kill Him For That!I'll Kill Him For That! in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'LL KILL HIM FOR THAT!
''Ugh Why is it that every step I take I feel like I'm being shot '' The oldest of the pups shuffled over the scorching ground. It seemed like the road to the river was endless. But as headstrong and brave as he was he continued on his horrible journey. ''I really hope my brothers are safe Hmpf! I should worry about myself! I don't even know where I am '' The little wolf headed towards a clearing, hoping to find something to encourage him. ''I should stop complaining. I won't get far if I keep it up like this '' The pup stopped walking for a second. He perks his ears. Nothing. The night was as silent as they get. ''I I gotta keep walking '' With that he forced himself to push further into the almost spooky night.
''Hold it Right there Little pup '' Low voices filled the silence. ''Wha? Who is there? Show yourself!'' The pup commanded, trembling when he found out he was being followed by a gigantic
Hee Hee Hee!!!Hee Hee Hee!!! in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
HEE HEE HEE!!!
The sun was setting. The twilight turned into almost complete darkness. ''I won't give in… Not yet…!'' A young hound, crawled out of the crater where he fell fought off a monstrous dragon. It felt as if every bone in his body was crushed. His wings where completely burned off. Blood dripped out of his mouth, nose and eyes. ''Owow… I… I've had enough of this place… Could I ever see my brothers again…?'' He mumbled to himself.
''Are you…. Sad? Hee Hee Hee!'' An chilly voice surrounded the dying pup. ''Wh- Who said that?'' The pup replied in fear. He had no way of defending himself.
Eight red dots appeared infront of the pup. ''Can you see me? Me? ME??? Hee Hee Hee!'' The voice spoke. It sounded like a complete loonatic. The pup was enraged, but too tired to reply to the mysterious voice.
The dots blinked. ''You're so slow. Slow! SLOW! Hee Hee! You're broken! Broken! BROKEN!!'' The pup sweeped his claws at the floating dots. ''Yowch!'' It only hurt himself. ''You're hurt! N
Down You GoDown You Go in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DOWN YOU GO
A pounding sound of heavy drums, played by several red foxes, gave an creepy feel to the situation. ''This is it. Tonight we will rid this world of the final sinners!'' The white wolf spoke aloud. A sound of cheering foxes, coyotes and other canids had gathered around the Sinnerpit. ''Present the bodies!'' The white fox screamed. Carried by three coyotes, the bodies of the three pups and the grey wolf where presented. ''These are the last, unlucky ones to enter a unholy world. A world so terrible that it had to be locked away just to prevent our world from colliding with it. I think you know what I mean: Hell!'' The white wolf's aqua blue eyes g
Ready,Set,Go!Ready,Set,Go! in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
READY, SET, GO!
Red clouds filled the night. The youngest of the pups woke from a long slumber. ''Ugh Where Where are we ?'' the youngest pup spoke. His voice was as lifeless as his former physical body. ''You don't remember?'' A hooded wolf sat beside them. ''N-no, not really. Where are we?'' He replied. ''You are in Hell'' He said bluntly. It didn't look like he cared much about the situation. The other pups had awoken from their slumber too. ''The pain It's unbearable'' The middle brother said. ''Why are we here?'' The oldest spoke curiously. ''You'll get used to the pain. That's for sure '' The hooded wolf said with a genuine smile in his snout. ''As for why you're here: I don't know'' He said. ''This is something you will have to find out yourselves. That's the only way you can escape here'' Howls and cries of various unknown creatures filled the ears of the canines. ''See that old grey one over there?'' the hooded wolf asked while pointing to a dead gr
Good CompanyGood Company in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun's light filled the sky. But darkness still enshrouded the ground. A trio of skinny, long Hellhounds patrolled around. ''You smell that?'' A long, thin, dark male spoke. His dark brown fur was smooth and black, Aboriginal like markings decorated his pelt. ''How could I not, Spittor?'' Another male replied. His fur was all black. Only his belly was a bright red. He was covered in scars. ''Well, you're getting old, Bonecrusher…'' Spittor replied. He had a smirk on his face. ''Why you little!'' Bonecrusher snarled back. ''Oh hush now! You two will scare away all the food!'' The leading hound replied. Her fur was dark purple in colour and her stylish hair was a vivid pink. ''Hmpf… He started it…'' Bonecrusher mumbled. ''Oh nevermind… Look what we have here…'' As the leading hound crouched down, the others did too. They all stared into the same direction. Looking at a small pup that shuffled along the horizon. ''Mydnight, you know that isn't enough to feed th
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,Eye of the Storm in Free Verse More Like This
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
CasanovaPerhaps you've waited,Casanova in Free Verse More Like This
but I cut the doves' wings,
so they won't bring me the letters
you tuck so carefully into blue envelopes,
a single line, neatly written, asking
what took me so long to get back to you?
Maybe birds pecked at the crusts of my heart,
the ones I willingly threw down the road,
just so I'll always find my way into your arms,
through fields of golden wheat, marred
with the dreams we pretend that they ceased to be.
Maybe you've had me mistaken,
for one of the Seven Wonders of the world,
or a myth that you heard under a red moon.
Maybe I'm the treasure you greedily long to hold,
but your hands were always short, always out of reach.
But maybe you were the liar all along,
you are not the adventurer behind the fables,
nor the immersed Casanova you brag to be
especially after your fifth tankard of ale.
You're just the man who sips his morning coffee
on the same table every single day, and
hopes that someone would stop and listen,
to the lies you claim to be
BlushThe first time we met,Blush in Free Verse More Like This
you became a part of me,
a balance to the rhythm of my heartbeats
a reason for my laughter, my tears
my days, and my entire life.
When you're busy I feel like a mess
lost, confused against the tide of the world
and my heart beats against its will
yet I wait for the next time we get to meet.
Hours feel strange, dull
and the sun lacks the warmth
the night is darker, longer
without the moon to shine bright in its sky
and the stars grow astray.
Sometimes I feel the need to scream
to call your name out loud,
and tell you I'm still here.
My love don't forget,
I'm still waiting for the day
you'd kiss my hand and I'd blush.
MartyrI don't want a wedding dress,Martyr in Free Verse More Like This
No music, no roses,
On our wedding day,
I'll wear black,
and use your blood-stained helmet
as my veil.
On our wedding day,
I'll hang our pictures out
on the fence around the house,
light candles in your name,
enough to make the stars bow to your allure.
Your lingering scent will replace the odor of spring,
and every new blossom will have a piece of you.
On our wedding day,
I'll wear the makeup you always loved,
and I'll wait under the old tree in our little town
My tears will run, but I won't dry them,
I'll welcome you with mascara lines running down my face
On the day of our wedding, I'll wear black.
Hold my head up high, and put on your helmet as my veil
I'll wait for you in front of everyone, and run to you,
when you come up the narrow, bumpy road.
On the day of our wedding, I'll cry.
Hug the flag that warms your cold body,
and replace the laurel on your forehead with mint
I'll hold you, claim our first kiss,
on that day, I'll be your glorious bri
I Need SleepFive more minutes isI Need Sleep in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
All I will ever ask for;
You shall not hear me
Complain for the rest of the
Day if you please let me sleep.
Does Anybody Really Care?Reality can isolate a person;Does Anybody Really Care? in Free Verse More Like This
Elitist snobs overpowering honest
Men in society, it takes just a
Mere comment to tarnish reputation
Yet I wonder why this happens.
When the youth are downtrodden,
In need of some guidance, sadly
Nobody from our high government
Tends to reach out a helping hand.
Eyes witness the brutal truth, but
Really one important question plays on
Society's mind - does anyone care?
End Of The WorldWhile Earth's torn apartEnd Of The World in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
By Armageddon I feel
Very much at ease.
society is warped like a two-by-fouri used to hide behind pages, hide in between the three-punch holes and thesociety is warped like a two-by-four in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
too-straight blue lines on looseleaf
paper because that's where i thought i belonged: among the blankness
of ideas i felt but didn't hear, touched but didn't see oh, they
touched me, they brushed against my eyelashes like
dandelion seeds tumbling through the ether, and the
wind ripped them from their stems and flung them
into the world and then they finally
realized: this is who i am supposed to be, no, this is who i am and nothing
can change that, not even when i find myself pummeled by tsunami
waves that crush houses like we crumple all the wrong words into little balls with our
little fingers, our little fingers that
curl into fists and punch glass windows until the panes have
shattered into a million pieces like the pieces of our hearts and we're left
breathless and bleeding and oh-so-sorry that the
world can't leap out of its orbit and tango with the black hole in
the middle of the milky way b
the rainchild, the skin dripped from his fingers & the blood beneath was clearer than the truth, rivulets of rainsong pouring down the storm drain straight to the pacific ocean ; he never needed to cry. "the cloudsthe rainchild in Free Verse More Like This
shed enough tears for all of us," he told me once and i remember
when i first met him, those arms outstretched & palms like little pools, oases running through lifelines. the fortune teller told him he would only live as long
as the storm
"it's the water in my veins," he said; "it washes away the stardust & we are all drinking our ancestors' ashes, did you know my grandfather tasted," he said, "like raspberry cordial & did you know that freckles
are like nebulae & your cheeks are full of moonlight, did you know that thunder
only claps after the lights go out?"
when i was young i counted miles in the silence before those soundwaves drowned my ears in rumbles. the longer the silence the farther the light & now, my voice is racing to catch up with your radiancy. sometimes we can see but we
When I look at herWhen I look at her,When I look at her in Free Verse More Like This
Lying there in the moonlight,
Her face partially lit,
All I want to do,
Is lay a thousand tiny kisses on her neck.
And when she looks at me with her deep brown eyes,
All I want to do is take her in my arms.
And when my chest feels like it can barely contain my heart,
Because it didn't belong to me anymore,
And if she asked for it,
I would give it to her,
And wish for nothing in return.
I would want nothing other than knowing,
That she loved me too.
I'd just want her heart,
In exchange for mine. <3
DarknessI turn off the lights,Darkness in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But it is not dark enought,
It never will be.