On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
whispersi set fire to my hairMore Like This
and let the flames seep into the stars
one by one,
slowly cried out for help
and i tried so hard, over and over again, to save them
and i heard the whispers
of celestial memories,
painted with purple and blue,
and a sea overflowing with supernovas
a scene i could not even begin
i felt the bitter colours stain my tongue,
heard the striking of a match,
like someone lighting up the forest.
SupernovaeWhen Lydia burned out the other dayMore Like This
As adolescence aired its final fumes,
Her crimson casing's cauterizing flame
Congealed into her caustic, cosmic tomb.
But following her nebulous display,
We'd found she'd blossomed beautifully--her plume
Escaped description, though to our despair,
We found no Lydia retained in there.
Celestial Memoriestrust flees from the Earth, dodging the pale moon andMore Like This
arcing over gaseous planets, setting out to escape this
galaxy…searching for binary stars to settle upon, twin
infernus spheres interlocked with each other’s life…
Greeks believed the Sun revolved around we[aklings],
shoddy excuses for forms of life…knowledgeable of the
world yet ignorant of themselves (and others)…forsaken
intelligence lost amidst bleeding hearts and decaying
cerebral cortices—trapped in pyramidal waves where the
sun hid between bleached stones, shifting sands framing
golden rays—beauty lost in the span of a millennium never
to recover only relapse to supposed greatness…
night and day interlocked—chains of humanity binding
their status—revolving across twelve times two clocks,
dependence choking reality…continuous cycles unbroken
dusk to dawn to dusk to dawn verging onto twilight before
the sun falls and the stars return…as does reali
PerseidsThe shards of glass flounder through the skyMore Like This
With a measured grace.
Cascading through the velvet night
Before they are erased.
I imagine that they are birds,
That flew out into the dark.
A firework show unheard
Performed by sky larks.
They tear up in an atmosphere,
Whose guards set them alight
Like embers from a fire,
That fill the black benight.
Seen is a brief flicker before they fade,
Into the glossy ink above,
The wound left by their blade
Forgotten and healed up.
Celestial MemoriesGod how I have prayed to never fall preyMore Like This
to the nectarine gossamer caught on the
cornerstone of your mouth,
a celestial house
Lips radiating like redshift,
indomitable as quasars with
enough poignancy to pierce through my very pulse while
you create maps, circumnavigating through these
black holes that you bore into my being and very core as
my spirit surrendered to your summons long before
I am an ocean of stark emptiness and
you are seemingly endless seas of starburst
You leave and I break into
cold sweat, blueshift and pale skin
Memories of starry night, air on the g string and
cigarette stained fingers about coffee drained tongues
hang on for dear life like
deadening leaves on dampening bark fearing the
fast approaching icy drafts
No matter the nebulae and speed of light,
no matter there be an earth or home to return to or not,
you are for always where I end and
In you is my equinox and
together we shall always lay down and
die only to lay in each others arms soon and
If i was to die tomorrowAnd if I was to die tomorrow,More Like This
Before the sun has risen over the valleys
Where we used to walk hand in hand,
Talking about the future,
Our lives stretching out behind us like foot prints in the sand.
Know in your heart that I am safe and I am well.
And when loneliness comes knocking,
Please don’t think that I have just disappeared.
I told you, I would love you forever.
That is a promise I know that I will keep
Because even after I am gone,
You still know where to find me,
The place in your heart that you carved just for me.
Please don’t be angry, I did not want to leave.
I know these days will be hard,
And I can no longer be there to wipe away your tears
But please stay strong my love, please don’t disappear.
When times are tough, think of all the that memories we made,
But also know that it’s fine to fall in love again.
Don’t let my memory rule you,
Live your life to the full,
But know that I will never leave you,
And that in som
The hope in the sunriseThe bird perched on the garden fence sings out a tune,More Like This
Signalling a new day is about to begin.
I look to the horizon to watch for the sun,
It rises over the hills as it has done since before our time here began;
Bringing light into the darkness of the world that we live.
Soon everyone will be up and going about their work,
But for now all is quiet, for now all is still.
I hum with the bird, still singing its beautiful tune,
You used to look at me in wonder when I sang with the birds.
You would tell me I should have instead been born as a bird
And I would laugh and say “Im just happy to still be alive”.
Be the Sun in my SkyBe the sun in my sky,More Like This
Where song birds cry
Tears of joy down from heaven.
Be the wind through the trees,
That warm summer breeze
That dries the tears in my eyes.
Be the wings on my back,
A beacon of light
Shining hope into forever.
Be the beat of my heart,
Light when all is dark
Throwing shadows far from me.
Be the air in my lungs,
Help me to breathe,
I forget when you’re not with me.
Wrap your arms around me,
We will weather this storm.
Let the ocean crash around us.
Even though all we have is now,
Love can last forever.
We can’t back down now.
Be the sun in my sky,
Tell me you love me tonight
And I will hold on to you forever.
New BeginningsA creature of carbon,More Like This
moving the gears and winding the twine.
Hours upon hours,
days upon days,
Weeks turn to months and months stretch on.
Nothing reminds but an empty inside,
the will to survive,
but to survive then die?
Living to work and working to live,
wanting and yearning for a reason to live.
A new beginning in a better place,
a better circumstance and no more mistakes.
Till the goal is found,
the toil goes on,
struggling to find it and be reborn.
We Are Humanity.We are all intertwined.More Like This
Blood and flesh,
United in existence.
We with our gaping mouths spilling countless words.
We with our open eyes endlessly searching.
We hear, we touch, we cry.
Whether that be for fear or melancholy.
Together we strive,
Together we fall,
Together we crush each other and raise each other up.
We are humanity,
Complicated beyond necessity.
No one will ever understand us.
Not even ourselves.
A DiscussionThere are two sides:More Like This
Volume over content.
A third sits.
It waits for the time,
to join the battle.
the writer's diseasemy conversations becomeMore Like This
blurs of i-miss-you's
littered on the cold floor of empty promises.
you deserve something more than
silhouettes of words, casting shadows onto my heart
filling it with tricks of light
that try to hide away the darkness.
sit down and stay for a while--
except i'm going to go
because i never learned how to keep
the beautiful things
for more than a little at a time;
i'm left chain smoking words like cigarettes
one word after the other after the other,
exhaling them all with my cancer
and my thick, black lungs.
and they say a cigarette takes seven minutes
from your life--
yet these words take memories from mine,
stripping me bare of the way you said my name
or the way you touched my face
i read you poetry in the dark, once
fingers curled around wrists and hips
breathing words onto your lips as if i could
keep you, as if i could wrap you up
in the network of stars that made up your eyes
and get you to stay
but you could never stay
and we both know it isn't something
how to become a writer.don't.More Like This
stay away from
pencils and pens.
or at blank pages
of notebook paper.
to the emerald sigh of
the shredded sheets
everything you've worked
your whole life to run away from.
don't live in the moment.
let love and fear float by,
just a skimming whisper,
because a whisper
is better than nothing.
a whisper is better
than the brittle falling-apart
suffer from catoptric tristesse,
but don't think about it
(for too long, anyways.)
look at the mirror
but never look yourself
in the eye,
because who knows what you've become?
don't write what you're feeling.
you don't even know what you're feeling.
leave the pencil alone,
because the pencil will not submit
to the slow,
of your life.
UnknownThere's a chance it knows.More Like This
It has seen it.
It became it.
It acknowledged it.
It consumed it.
The rite of passage for every lovelorn individual passes on into the void, never to return, never none the wiser.
What miscreants do lurk among us!
In time, it will know as well.
Encounter With RivaMore Like This
Encounter With Riva
Whenever Riva looks at me, I almost expect her fire cloak to ignite. After all, she is a fire dragon, though I would have never guessed that based on her appearance. Normally, fire dragons have red or orange scales, but Riva’s scales are gray and blue. But her odd scale colors don’t make her any less fierce when she is angry or provoked. When that happens, her scales shine brightly and small flames rise from them, which soon turn into a blazing fire that cloaks Riva.
I see her resting in the forest. She is lying down, but her eyes are open, indicating that she is still alert to potential danger. Most likely, she was just hunting but decided to relax for a few minutes before returning to her cave. I step on a twig, which alerts her to my presence. She picks up her head and looks in my direction. Almost surprisingly, her fire cloak does not ignite, though her scales start to shine as if they will burst into flame at any second. She just stares in my direct
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightMore Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereMore Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
WaitingWe are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,More Like This
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
StormStaring out at the horizon,More Like This
I watch the rain hit the
ground like bullets,
like they don’t see
The storm washes away
the demons we wish to
hide beneath the dirt.
It is our salvation,
purging the Earth of us.
We are the erosion,
the acid that decays everything
We strip animals of their
homes, take their young to
watch the trees as they
fall to the ground.
Architectural ModelsAs a previous CV and as an Artisan Crafts enthusiastic in general, I feel that the Architectural Models sub-category of Artisan Crafts is often left out of the spotlight. Mainly, I think because it is not nearly as popular as say jewelry making or knitting.More Like This
I've always had a respect for architectural models, my first room mate had a huge city model that he built from scratch, he kept removing buildings and replacing them with new ones all the time. I could sit there on the floor of his room, watching him build and destroy for hours while we conversed about anything at all, it was therapeutic somehow.
Birthday Journal!It's been a while since I've had a personal update and since yesterday was my ol' birthday, I figured I'd talk about it tonight. I had originally wanted to do it this morning but I simply never got around to doing it. To put it simply, my birthday weekend was amazing. I didn't ask for anything because I just didn't want anything to be honest and everyone went out of their way. It started with Lissomer being an angel and gifting me a 1-year premium membership which I absolutely flipped over about. (AND NOW copper9lives too! ) Then my parents bought me an Xbox One, which apparently my dad had been planning for two weeks-- even when I told him I didn't want anything for my birthday. Plus the two titles I mentioned looked "great" and then my sister also ordered me two recently released albums that I reeeaaalllyyyy liked when I listened to them when they first got leaked. Then BleedingProphecies is adorable and made this great gift for me tMore Like This
Feature CitySo, because of my hiatusy period, there's a bunch of features I owe people for winning contests and stuff. I also want to plug some of the things that're currently going on - two big projects about being real about ourselves and our lives.More Like This
Lissomer 's Micro Colour Contest
First Place: ilyilaice
Honourable Mentions AyeAye12 , introverted-ghost & littleblueraccoon
A Candle In The Dark Competition:
Valley Of Tears by BBstar7 Power Within by ForgottenSea
An Anthology of Flowers by introverted-ghost Perspectives - Black and White by MadHat11D6 Something Borrowed by SCFrankles
Gay Love by LiliWrites 5 Stages of Grief by Aerode Snapshots by saltwaterlungs
See you next time!
A quick note on DD's......before I dash off to my "Borderlands playthrough". This was originally a comment to Fe0 but I feel the need to say it here. It's probably something you may not have been aware of that the volunteers do when working on DD features.More Like This
Honestly, I was very worried with the layout when I got it in beta. Everything works out fine now though, it just took some adjusting. The only thing that bothers me is the less prominence DD's get. As someone who had featured DD's at one point, I'm finding myself forgetting to check them or not being bothered to navigate to them, and it was ALREADY hard enough getting people to view the DD's and subsequently send the featured person fav's comments and love from being featured. You quickly learn when on the DD team, half of the job of selecting a DD is quality, the other half is reception. It's very important to be evaluating how a piece will be received by the DD audience. While you want to feature high quality work, at the same time it's also equ
I Swear I'm Up to No Good (England X Reader)More Like This
I Swear I’m Up to No Good (England X Reader) [One-Shot]
A/N: Hey guys!! Yeah, I know its been over 3 weeks and I'm terribly sorry TT^TT The reason why was becuase it took a week for my computer to get fixed, then mid-terms came along and slammed me into no return (I'm still alive though XD) and then I got writer's block DX It's like the world doesn't want me to write or something because I literally started at least seven new reader-chan inserts (one of them being the third Act to Everlasting Mission) and I COULDN"T FINISH THEM!! My brain was like Nope! you can't write or come up with any ideas what so ever... -__- that was my life until now that is. :3 ANY-way, here's a funny reader-chan insert after all most of my have been nothing but feelz lately so I thought why not have something happy for once! ^w^
So please do enjoy and don't be afraid to comment and/or fav!! Thank you!!
Knocking on a c
Prussia x Reader An Embarassing Confession FluffPrussia x Reader An Embarassing Confession FluffMore Like This
Me and your boyfriend, Gilbert have been dating for two years. Sure, we had good times and even bad times, when I would feel down or sad, he would be there for me, hugging me, kissing me and telling me everything is alright. He even treated me like a lady whenever we go out, but can mostly be loud when it’s comes to shouting “I am awesome.” But what he didn’t know is that I have been keeping a secret from him, not even my family knows of it.
One day, me and Gilbert are sitting on the bench at the park enjoying the beautiful scenery. I even watched two birds fly around with each other as if they were dancing.
“Well today’s the day I tell him?” I thought, nervously.
“Hey,__________,” He said, as I returned my gaze to him.
“You’ve been very quiet for some reason. Is everything alright,”
“Yeah, everything’s alright,” I answered, sheepishly.
England x Reader - Libraries, Naps, and LoveEngland looked down at your sleeping form. You had come to his house looking for a few good books. He left you there about an hour ago. Being the gentleman he was, he came to see if you needed anything, only to find you sleeping in one of the aisles of his personal library.More Like This
'She can be such a hand full sometimes' The Brit thought as he watched you. You shifted slightly, making him jump in surprise. He watched you intently bending down a little to get a better look at you.
"Arthur. . ." You murmured. The act caused said Englishman to blush deeply and stare at you with big emerald eyes. You shifted again and opened your eyes staring at England for a moment. "Why are you being a creep and watching me sleep? Oo! That rymes!" You giggled as you sat up.
"[Name] you. . ." England frowned as he watched you, a blush still present on his face.
"Hm? What is it Artie? And why are you so red? Are you sick?!?" You asked worriedly.
Not waiting for an answer you stood and pressed your forehe
ScotlandxReader ~ Early DrizzleMore Like This
You woke up to the sound of small droplets of water hitting the window glass. The sun had still not risen but a few storm clouds had decided to drop by for a visit today. The outdoor trees gently swayed back and forth with the strength of the winds and their branches did the same, as if saying hello to whoever was walking outside. Which was nobody. Nobody was outside, but that didn't surprise you since it was still early.
Stretching your arms as far away as possible, you let out a little squeak when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your small waist. But it was none other than your longtime boyfriend, Allistor. He, on the other hand, was still in dreamland. Probably the dreamland of beer and cigars.
I wouldn't be surprised if he was truly dreaming about that right now.
You chuckled to yourself and unwrapped his arms from around your waist so you could gently place them on top of his torso that arose every couple of seconds due to his steady breathing. His red hair, which was
Smoke (ScotlandXReader)Deep, deep into the furthest recesses of your sleep, a familiar scent wafted over you. It wasn’t the pleasant cookie-scent your mother used to wake you up with, nor the papery smell of the Sunday newsletter your father used to concentrate on in the mornings. It was a homely, wonderful smell which instantly made you swell with warmth and content.More Like This
The mixture contained a blend of something sickly sweet, like the sugar candies you used to chew on until your jaw was sore, as well as a hot, musky type of smell. All of that mixed with the smell of used linen sheets and the heady smell of sweat, strangely you could also detect a breath of frosty air. Drowsily, your tired eyes fluttered open – determined to name that particular scent that had lured you from your dreams.
Still sleepy, you focused on the bed sheets you were facing, reaching up mutely to stroke the spot where a freckled chest would have normally been. It took a moment for your brain to comprehend who was missing from
Scotland x Reader - After Hours DrinksYou, Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis stumbled down your street, singing loudly and ignoring the shouts to shut up. You three had just finished with work, then happy hour, and the Bad Touch Trio were kind enough to walk you home.More Like This
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END!" You three sang or screamed. Then you turned and pointed at Gilbert and he air guitared the rest. Antonio and Francis suddenly got a devilish look when you reached your front yard. They stood on either side of you and kissed your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth. You were much to soused to notice, but some one did.
"YOU BE GETTIN OF ME LAWN AN ME GIRL!" came a loud Scottish shout. Allitster marched down the lawn and scooped you up, carrying you back to the house. The trio of course followed in the house, as Allister was to busy with you to stop them. He set you on the couch then turned to the grinning trio.
"You know, there are three of us, one of you and one of her," he s