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Altering PerspectiveDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Altering Perspective by RogueMudblood
Wrapping his coat tightly around himself, Charles trudged through the tall drifts of snow. Flakes of it fell, frosting his nearly black hair. With his pallid color, it served to make him appear even more of a porcelain construct despite his ability to move freely. The threadbare coat that rested over his shoulders did little to protect him from the bitter cold, but Charles knew that what little warmth it did provide was far better than simply exposing himself to the elements.
The snow had come suddenly. He supposed that weathermen had probably predicted it, possibly even given their estimates on how long it would last. Charles remembered the days when he could sit in the comfort of a heated room and listen to news reports. Such luxuries had been lost to him for more than a decade of his life. It alway
In a BubbleDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.In a Bubble by RogueMudblood
“It's the strangest thing, being alone.”
Stephanie turned her head to the side slightly, giving Derek a look of complete disbelief. “How in the world do you figure that you're alone?”
He jumped a bit, nearly losing his balance from his perch on the metal handicapped support railing running along the sidewalk. Glaring at his cousin as she leaned against the rail, he stepped down to the concrete walk, straightening his ripped black tee shirt and pressing invisible wrinkles out of the thighs of his faded denim jeans. Finally satisfied that he had spent enough time with his appearance, he raised his head, closing his eyes to slits as he looked in her direction. “You wouldn't understand.”
Stephanie just rolled her eyes. “Derek, you are so melodramatic.
The Gingerbread HouseDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.The Gingerbread House by RogueMudblood
Two sides lay flat against the unyielding surface beneath, perfectly shaped squares cut into them at evenly spaced intervals. Each square was quartered, slats of uniform thickness separating the pieces so that it was perfectly symmetrical. A third side lay separately, completely whole and untouched, while a fourth had an arch carved into it. Reaching from the bottom to the middle, the archway was perfectly centered. Two triangles rested nearby, a nearly-perfect circle cut into the center of each one.
Smiling as he set the Exacto blade down on the counter, Jim could not help but feel a little prideful of his work. He turned to the box of confections sitting unopened on the counter, its bounty carefully hidden away until it was ready to be perfectly positioned. His mouth watered at the thought of the succulen
MercurialDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Mercurial by RogueMudblood
Rating: M (16+)
“You're not going to be able to stay quiet forever, you know.” The whisper tickled his ear as he sat in the chair, the woman's voice soft and sensual. He had never expected she would do something like this, and he was surprised to find that she had it in her. Of course, when he had met her, he had expected her to be the plain and simple woman that she had appeared to be. Finding out she was anything other than what she appeared had been an extreme shock.
“It wasn't very nice of you to say what you did, you know.” Her heels clacked loudly against the concrete floor of the basement as she walked away from him. “Why do all men think that if a woman asserts herself she's menstruating?” Venom filled her voice, encouraging him to pull against the restr
Memories Of Rainy Mornings On days like today, I remember the grey skies and the heavy rain of the mornings I'd wake up from under my warm blankets and tip toe out of my room, making sure the door wouldn't creek, and stopping in front of my mother's. It was never fully closed, so I'd widen the gap and stick my head through it. It smelled like baby powder and milk. I could see my brother's small, darkened shape sleeping quietly next to her.Memories Of Rainy Mornings by necropoetus
The wooden floor under my feet was cold and sticky. Blue light was seeping through the curtains. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, thumping loudly against my chest.
'Mama,' I'd call out, anxiously, in a low whisper she couldn't hear. 'Mama?'
I'd bite my lip and, with an unnerving feeling in my stomach, I'd step in the damp room and sneak to her side of the bed, stopping for a moment to look at her face before touching her soft hand until her eyes would slowly open, blond eyelashes fluttering. She'd look at me in a brief confusion, freshly ripped out of her deep
Extracurricular FeminismThis is an update to my piece "Overzealous Feminism."Extracurricular Feminism by StrongButGentle
There is now a feminist after-school club at my school. It is run by one of the teachers I mentioned in my piece "Overzealous Feminism," and she has two posters for it in her classroom behind her desk...as if it isn't already sickening enough how she forces her feminazism down our throats in her class.
One of the posters says in big letters:
THINK "FEMINISM" IS A DIRTY WORD?
THINK SUPPORTING GIRLS MEANS DISSING GUYS?
THINK WE DESERVE TO BE EQUAL?
So here's my answer:
THINK "FEMINISM" IS A DIRTY WORD?
Yes, yes I do. It is a filthy word.
THINK SUPPORTING GIRLS MEANS DISSING GUYS?
Yes and no. I support girls and women as strong, smart, independent, self-sufficient, and equal human beings to men. But although feminism claims to support the equality of the genders, it upholds one gender while completely disregarding the other, which does suffer as well, worse today than ever...because of modern feminis
RevengeDeep breath in, once, twice, three times, I stepped into the lighted dance hall of Braddock mansion. Women in swirling gowns gathered in small, close circles with masks that hid their faces, men in suits stood drinking and laughing, masks covering their own features. Some people were dancing, some were drinking or eating, some were laughing and chatting, but I had come for none of this. I'd come to settle a score.Revenge by DarkAngel8697
Harry Braddock was reclining on a couch, a brunette on one arm and a red on the other, as well as several others gathered around. Braddock was definitely handsome with his lantern jaw, curling brown hair, bright blue eyes, and swoon worthy smile but he was also not the man he appeared to be. There had been reports that he'd sold women as slaves or occultist sacrifices, and there had been more than a few disappearances in the area. I straightened the onyx dress I wore and put on my sultriest smile as I sashayed over.
Harry looked up with lust-clouded
Hectic HalloweenHectic Halloween by ProjectOWL
Alrighty people, time to get your masks and your candy and your costumes and cosplay and your scary movies and your MJ songs and your Tim Burton makeup because it's HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, my favourite holiday! I tell you, I spent the last two months figuring out what Alfred, my imaginary friend, should dress up as. We finally came to a conclusion of either Michael Jackson or Ziggy Stardust, (we were shooting for Ziggy Stardust) and then Al goes and tells me that he wants to go as the guy from that viral video The Horribly Slow Murderer with the Extremely Inefficient Weapon.
Alfred: Hey! You didn't let me go as what I wanted to last year, so.. Deal with it! (Puts on sunglasses)
Yeah, guess you're right. The thing is, I completely forgot about it. And also I was mid-crisis. Anyway, we worked it out, you're going as Jareth from Labyrinth.
Anyway, being a kid who's been out on many Halloweens, I know the dynamic of the night, and the problems in that dynamic. One of the biggest proble
Affinity -CHAP.O1--Affinity -CHAP.O1-- by hamsterpranks
Pain. So much pain. Radiating up one side of my body like fire... Why did these things always happen to me?
"Allie, did you fall over again?"
Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating a little. Said pain was central to one side of my body because I'd twisted my ankle and then banged my elbow when I'd toppled down the hill.
And the reason 'these things' always happened to me was because I was an absolute clumsy tit.
"The hill tripped me that time, I swear," I reasoned, cautiously pulling myself to my feet on the uneven terrain. The dangers I faced for my job... Dangers in my case anyway. The varying degrees of grass stains on my clothes were proof of that.
Sara, my colleague and the closest I had to a best friend, giggled, unsupportive as always. "I'll include the devilish hill as the villain in the book I'm writing about you. It's called Fifty Shades of Green."
"Your title could use some work," I commented, gingerly testing my ankl
War of Chaos Chapter IIIIIIWar of Chaos Chapter III by Agent36496
With the use of the dark energy that the black dragon generated, the night was black as it was meant to be. He actually caused rain clouds for the night. He had spent much of his day eating. He felt close to the sorcerers now, and wanted to know that he could trust them perfectly. That was why, by the time the sky went completely dark, Ares showed what he was up to. Before the dragon, who sat with his paws folded, lay a pair of daggers. The sorcerers approached, sharing a curious expression. Even though Ares had told of his feelings, he was still unpredictable to them.
He abruptly asked, “What know you about a blood oath?”
Kamadai replied as he and his former apprentice approached, “I am familiar with it, but it is not a tradition among my clan.”
“But it is tradition among my clan and those of a couple others. This makes a good point.”
“So, that is what this is about?” Kuro spoke. “You want us to draw blood, but for what?”
Imagine....Imagine.... by growinluvhandles
Imagine . . . a world where we could all be this fat and happy! Where everyone could be satisfied and comfortable just letting it all hang out. All our love and all our creativity would be fostered and would bloom.
No one would have any desire to fight or be better than anyone else. A place full of curiosity and wonder. Where we wouldn't have anything to worry about, no prejudice, no hunger, no unmet need or desire.
I picture a heaven on earth. A place where we could all be comfortable enough with who we are that we wouldn't let anyone put us down. Where no one would want to put us down. A place where we could enjoy life to the fullest!
Can you believe what a joyous place this would be? World peace would be here, and we could all just sit around, eating, cooking, writing poetry, singing, painting, dancing . . .
And we could spend our days enjoying being with each other -- enjoying each others' inner and outer beauty and all the wonders of this earth....
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guessThe full moon glistened upon the darkness of the mountains. Not a burst wave of wind blowing through the night autumn sky. A perfect night to go star gazing with loved ones. A perfect night to take your best gal on the trip of her life. Instead I sit here on the mountains, alone, wasting my breath. The only warmth provided for I is the cigarette I have lit to calm my nerves. Not everyday your best friend goes missing, and suddenly you're the main suspect.Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guess by LGROSARIO
Just an average day, like any other, until your mother screams that the police are at the door. Knowing my past records with the law, I took her cries as warning and fled out the back door. My heart nearly jumping out of my chest, sprinting like the mad man I was. The thick wind struck my face, my breathing becoming nearly impossible as i found I couldn't stop. Fear had taken over my body and all common sense. Running was my only option. Running was my only escape. Running was my only way to safety. But that was four hours ago.
No Light, No Hope Part I"I can feel my soul being pulled back into the darkness, and I don't know whether to just accept it. I close my eyes and allow myself to fall backwards into the darkness. My heart screams at me, telling me there is no reason to go back to the dark. But it is not true. There is no more light, nothing to give me hope. I am to forever be alone. That is what the world wants. I don't belong in this world, this life. I don't have anything to look forward to. Good bye to all, my soul and heart are broken and no more. I am now a hollow shell of nothing. This was meant to be. There is no light, there is no hope."No Light, No Hope Part I by LGROSARIO
Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 21I was 9 years old.Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 21 by lonelyxsonata
I had dislocated my kneecap during a botched dance rehearsal and my mother was livid. Back then she had less worry lines on her face and her eyes seemed less bored and more bright than they are now. I remember thinking to myself as she was scolding me during our ride to the hospital that I hoped I would look as beautiful as her when I grew up, even when I was on edge like her.
Dr. Hardy had winced when he saw the damage to my knee but calmly told my mother that he had experience as an orthopedic doctor, so there really was nothing to worry about. Mama pointed out that the 6- 8 months recovery time was something to worry about when you are a dancer and nothing else.
I had been given a certain amount of painkillers for the pain and I was a little high from it. I remember Mama scolding me some more as Dr. Hardy examined my knee; she snapped, “What were you thinking?! Rose we have a big performance coming up and now Marina has to replace your role! Do you have any
Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 20“That was insane…”Rose is the Warmest Color- Chapter 20 by lonelyxsonata
“That has got to be the most exciting performance we’ve ever had!”
“Let’s do it again!”
“Do you think everyone calmed down?”
“Rose, snap out of it!”
I heard all these voices coming from my very excited cousins and siblings, but I was barely listening. You could say at the time I was in a state of disbelief with some shock, and a little bit of fear on the side. I barely noticed how my cousins were frantically pushing me past the loud crowd and protectively huddled around me as they tried to run away to a safe place. All I could think of was of Owen’s face, Selena’s angry one, and all the rest of the shocked faces.
That’s all I ever do. Shock or anger people it seems. I can never get used to it.
I can’t tell you how I ended up at the Goddess Spring by myself that day. That’s how troubled I was. All I could remember were my cousins telling me to make a run for it
Perfect Present PursuitPerfect Present PursuitPerfect Present Pursuit by ThePenVsTheSword
Donatello traced the final line on the chart, capped the highlighter, and took a few steps back, checking his work. Satisfied, he wrote "April's Present" at the top. Every contingency planned for and solved on the chart to give April her perfect present was accounted for and every series of events ended with a hasty sketch of a happy Donatello and April and a Merry Christmas for all. Now there was nothing in his way except to get the present.
"Ooo, I like the red and green lines," Michelangelo said, smiling and admiring his brother's graph. "Very festive."
"Thanks," Donatello said. "I thought it—Huh?" He spun around to his large, sliding laboratory door, the lock unlatched and the door opened. "How did you get in?"
"Ninja, bro!" he said in a sing-song voice, sauntering to the graph. "I've got the lock-picking skills to break in anywhere." Donatello sighed and rubbed his eyes. Living with ninjas and maintaining privacy proved very difficult at times.
Butterfly WingsButterfly WingsButterfly Wings by ThePenVsTheSword
"Can I help you?"
Shadow ignored the question and continued peering at the Master Emerald. It spun silent in its stone altar, its green glow pulsing like a heartbeat. A dozen copies of his ruby eyes reflected in its cut surface and when he touched it, the warmth spread through his fingertips.
The red echidna marched to his side, his spiked gloves stiffened. "What are you doing?"
Digging into his quills, Shadow removed the green Chaos Emerald, a perfect handheld replica of the one before him. The echidna opened his mouth again. "I've been researching the Master Emerald and talking to Tails about its capabilities," Shadow said. "Does it truly exist simultaneously in all moments of time, Knuckles?"
Knuckles nodded and relaxed. "Yes. Tails and Tikal both claim it's present throughout the space-time continuum."
"Meaning the Master Emerald I'm touching now," Shadow said, "is the same as the one fifty years from now and fifty years in the past."
The Ship Of No ReturnThe Ship Of No ReturnThe Ship Of No Return by DraganTheMighty
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
Thought I'm left the one
to live and tell the tale,
But human wisdom
is condemned to fail.
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
We dare to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
Some of us can't stand it,
they just give in,
The others we keep going,
sailing deep in!
Through frost and fog,
an uncharted land,
We dare to step
on NoMan's Sand!
The Treasure On The Mountain
That Never Was,
The Gold Inside The Cave
Of The Demon Loss!!!
Pictures of a future,
it was not to be,
each of us will face,
It's too late to flee!
Back To The Ship
Of No Return,
Of Many Men
Back again to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
No one could stand it,
They all give in!
Left Alone I'm Sailing
The Sea Of UnSin!!!
On The Ship Of No Return,
Going HomeLIGHTS UP on LILLY, a little girl who is reading a book while sitting in the waiting room of a Veteran’s Hospital. She’s all alone in the waiting room, amongst the eerily quiet hospital.Going Home by Immer-Frei
LILLY [via recording; spoken to the audience as she reads]
I’ve been here before. This hospital is like a second home for me. Usually my mother is able to wait with me while my father goes away to the examination room for a while… But, today is different. Today was the first time I’ve seen my father cry… He was in so much pain, and was so embarrassed… He fell on his way inside the hospital and couldn’t get up. Ma and I couldn’t get him up either… I ran for help inside the hospital, but no one would help me. They were either too busy to even notice me, or too scared to even help because they were vets with Post Traumatic… They just ran away from me. Thank goodness another patient heading into the hospital was able to help us. But now, I
To Force a TearsheddingTo Force a Tear by Ellen-Souler
drowning eyes until dead
when emotions are doused
notion to cry
unheard of theory
when eyes stutter dry
weak and weary
force a tear force a frown
in the end is too hard now
when elbows scraped
when earth would quake
nightmares kept us up
we would cry
hold our teddy
hold our pillow
hold our mama
hold our daddy
we are big girls and boys now
tears were taken away
and now we harbor desert pain
Sandman visits to soak our tears
while we sleep
when life come to focus
no more kaleidoscope eyes
we all weep inside
A Message From Me To MeWe need to get out of here. Your blood pressure rises way too much often now as you find yourself shaking. You can't sleep at night because you're alone with your thoughts. Who really cares about us? This isn't fair. Nothing is fair. Why must we be the ones suffering through each day while we're trying & not trying to make things somewhat better for ourselves. I've had enough & I know you have to. I want to walk away from it all & just leave, I know you do. How will we do this? I don't know the answer & that's killing me. Will we get out? Or will we just die here? Die in a place that never once felt like home. I don't think home is supposed to feel like you're suffocating because someone's hands are around your throat. No, that can't be what home is supposed to feel like. I don't know what home is. i don't think we had one nor ever did. Must we build our own or just die wherever we drop? We must get away. We must leave soon or we're going to lose it. I can feel the rageA Message From Me To Me by traumatized-wolf
I'm The ProblemI'm definitely slipping back down.I'm The Problem by traumatized-wolf
Falling back into my depressive ways.
Not even sure if I care that I'm falling back down into this black hole again.
So many of them.
That I make it seem like I have no choice but to listen to them.
Because silence can be so deadly to the ears.
With loneliness as a side dish.
My eyes oblivious to the darkness that surrounds me as I fall.
I've become adapted to such color, such atmosphere.
This must be home.
I stay. I leave. I come back.
I'm threatened to return if I walk into such light for too long.
I long to shine bright in the light, though.
It's only a matter of time til I switch to the real insecure being that I am.
Too much light exposes the real mess that I am.
Don't look at me I'm hideous.
My eyes hold the girl that I once was but died.
Everything is wrong and I know it.
Why must I
my mirageTut on the Nilemy mirage by wordturner
in like Sphinx
so wealthy it stinks
land of plenty
face on the twenty
Miserably LostMy life is nothing but a black abyss.Miserably Lost by traumatized-wolf
As for I am only a human that lurks in the shadows.
People always labeled me "the quiet one".
As I did nothing but keep to myself.
The only feeling I've ever held for what seems like an eternity.
I was different without a doubt
And not many cared to learn about such being.
Once they noticed how different I was.
The quicker everyone turned me into an outcast.
For years and til this day I claim myself as a lone wolf.
One who's lost themselves in the past
And is only trying to find oneself with each day of life that is given.
I've had plenty of humans enter my life.
Though many have taken the route which left me alone once seeing my dark side.
I thought I had friends when I really didn't.
I thought people cared
And would keep their word about sticking by my side.
When they ended up leaving me.
At this point in my life.
I don't even know what to do anymore.
What I really want out of life.
Who I am.
As I continue to write.
Can I Get a Receipt?I gave the worldCan I Get a Receipt? by AmphetamineDreams
and all I got
is bloodied, mutilated wrists
and a death wish.
licorice dropscrows gatherlicorice drops by wordturner
on the wicked tree
perch in judgment
parrot for truth
hawk every lie
fill the sky
wings cast shadows
fall like rain
For the Boy Who Reads my PoemsYour auburn hair, it teases me,For the Boy Who Reads my Poems by LordSpottedshadow
With your smirking grin.
Your green eyes peer at me through glasses,
Painting blush upon my skin.
Your warm embrace, that's all it takes,
To gain control over me.
I thought my heart had a tighter lock,
But it seems you have the key.
To hold you, love you, kiss you gently,
Is all that I desire.
And to hear your witty words,
You're the genius I've always admired.
You know I can't stay mad at you,
Why must you take advantage of this?
I'm in love, I know that's true,
But perhaps these feelings I should dismiss.
Yet do you love me, I still ponder?
Has someone else caught your eye?
Perhaps your heart has begun to wander,
Perhaps this attraction has already died.
Or maybe these feelings never existed,
Are my emotions simply your toy?
Because I still love you, It's hard to resist you,
But perhaps my love is too much to enjoy?
Yes, I know I may be clingy,
But how could I resist someone so sweet?
I may love you more than you love yourself,
Despite your overwhelmin
My FallThe cool autumn breezeMy Fall by The-Most-Unclean
Brings back your fading memories.
The falling dried leaves
With innocent hearts breaking
The humble sun fades away
Clouds unsettled, but stay
They lend a few funereal tears
Our world cries in dismay.
But nothing lasts forever
Not the time
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.fought for recovery after i lost myself in battle by Rewrote
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
Never the SameShe sat in front of the evergreenNever the Same by RogueMudblood
Tears pouring out of her eyes.
Anyone looking in on the scene
Would have been deeply moved by her cries.
Around her in clumps shredded tinsel lay,
Shattered ornaments covered the floor.
It hit her more now that he was forever away
And the tree wouldn't be special anymore.
The tree's branches did nothing to stifle her wails.
Throughout the house they did echo and ring.
To any bystander, it seemed all other sound did fail,
For not even the robin would sing.
Two to TwelveTwo to Twelve by RogueMudblood
When my son was two
What harm could it do?
The plastic was blue
On the toy gun so new.
When my son was three
Where could the harm be?
When he climbed a tree
And pretend-shot at me?
When my son was four
They knocked on the door.
They told him no more,
No guns as before.
When my son was five -
when children should thrive,
He learned to dive
So he'd stay alive.
When my son was six
He looked out for tricks.
There was no telling how cliques
Would try to get their kicks.
When my son was seven
And going on eleven
They shot down young Evan
Who died and went to heaven.
When my son was eight
He had to stand and wait
While we took time to debate
Whether he could stay out late.
When my son was nine,
Underneath the old pine,
He learned how to define
The "great nation's" decline.
When my son was ten
He played rough again.
Quickly came the men
To put him "in his place" then.
When my so
Destiny?Destiny is what makes us drag our butts out of bed at three A.M.Destiny? by thesharpestpoems
It's what gives us courage to seek new love even after our heart has been broken.
The thing that makes us move forward always believing the end is just over the hill but all we find is more road.
It's the feeling of joy when we accomplish something.
And the feeling of despair when you fail.
Destiny is what gives us the guts to peek behind the veil into the darkness.
It's what gives us the strength to walk blindly into the unknown.
And why is that?
That is simple because destiny is all we have ever known.
That's what i believe to be destiny.
So now i pose a question.
What do you think destiny is?
Lie DownShe can’t holdLie Down by Silencedbook9
A heart that cares too much,
Dreaming of a day when
She’s able to shed
Tears for people she
As she cries silently,
She tells herself:
“You’re a selfish fool
Who could only see
Inside your own mirror.”
Ah, she doesn’t want
To be happy.
Ah, I want to lay down
And sleep some more
Because I don’t know
What to do anymore.
Dreams Of The GallowDREAMS OF THE GALLOWDreams Of The Gallow by enter-the-hanfield
A high-rising prison, an ivory tower,
Trapped there - a lamb
Sentenced for slaughter.
An inmate; a death rower,
Queued to be slain.
Did not grow colder, did not waste time with pray.
Sat like a statue, covered by shadow.
Nothing he revered was holy or hallow.
His mind was feeble, his world view was shallow,
His only dream was the wheel and the gallow.
But - to be flayed beforehand, to be binded in bands.
As humans are human in suffering's hands.
Unwanted LoveUnwanted love is something studied rarely,Unwanted Love by enter-the-hanfield
The kind which pulls you to the other side.
Love, from which living matters barely -
The kind that destroys you from inside.
It will strike when you least expect it.
All barriers, all walls are torn apart.
Tempts your with a future, frivolous and hectic,
While it shunts seeds into the heart.
Lain down near the chambers -
The pins you feel are not the butterflies that flutter.
Immediately sutured vessels -
Set in motion is the amorous destructor.
While it enthralls you with lovely stories.
Roots will weave inside your chest.
Once you find real grounds for worries
They will deploy at her behest.
Watch out! Duck!
The root constrictor's tightly locked!
Hark! You are pacified and bound!
Throwing your gaze - where is she found?!
The barken breastplate tightens breathing,
The wooden weave is crushing your torso.
It will break you, why are you resisting?
Are you in love? Well now even moreso
ambienceemptiness waitedambience by TheStoyTeller
bottled in a spray can
that sat on a shelf
built with that back-bone
"let's get this over with"
I wish I could pull you
string you into light and hang you
up on the walls of my room,
so I can stare at you
and get a feel for what
this all means.
painted on your skin,
on your birthday
in your coffee.
I know you can taste me,
losing and finding hope
because I can taste you too.
Remember MeSome legends are toldRemember Me by WolfShadowHiruka
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuriesHow can I not?
You've loved me as I've loved you
You've held me when I was at my worst
Only you knew who I really was
And just one mistake
Is all it will takeThat one mistake
Remember me for centuries
Hey, hey, hey
Remember me for centuriesSilly...
Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong,
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke my heartWhy weren't you looking?
What were you focusing on?
What could have been so important..
The Day My Life Gained MeaningI locked you in my heartThe Day My Life Gained Meaning by AmphetamineDreams
and threw away the key
but you picked that damned
and broke free.
My screams of protest
fell upon deaf ears.
You stole my heart
right from my chest
and seconds before I died,
you placed your heart
in my empty chest
(Though it might as well have been a scream)
"I love you."
Tantalum SpireA pariah of faith - a heart forged from fireTantalum Spire by enter-the-hanfield
Up the precipice,
Climb the tantalum spire!
Do not waver -
For you we have left something greater!
Do not fail -
For the enemy is close; almost nipping your tail!
Do not fret,
Strike quickly; seed dread.
Be stalwart against the imminent threat.
We, vanguards, are willing,
Our armor is shined,
We'll do the killing -
Our fates are entwined!
Do not tire -
For you are chosen; not for wisdom, but ire.
The situation is grave -
The times now are dire.
We are your servants, your warriors for hire.
Lead us to glory - forge an empire!
Pariahs of faith - hearts forged from fire,
With an unyielding drive, an eternal desire,
To ascend from the gutter and become someone higher,
We will follow you up the tantalum spire!
Skinwalker's Balladdon't you move til morning comesSkinwalker's Ballad by TheStoyTeller
the devil has you in his sleep,
that fleeting feeling of doubtful reason
gives him home in flesh and deep
in bone, and gone, he gave you wings
and you flew away
don't you dig beneath the tree,
where crooked hearts and minds all stay
that poison fruit of Adam's own
he ate it's heart and there he lay
bleeding, loving, holding on praying
for his final day
don't you dare return it home
hell fire'll blaze in your wake
no man a fool to touch your skin
to it he shall become a slave
to task your debts and deeds and leave
a shell in the hay
all of us,
wolves in man
cry in heed to the final plan
kill us all, set us free
back home we go
to the crescent creed
all of all
us wolves in man
we howl in heed to the final plan
kill us all, open the cage
back home we go
to that ivory stage
and don't you move til morning comes
we will have you in our sleep
take back our fangs, our tongues and reason
bury you in thoughts so deep
you drown in bone and flesh and blood
Watery Coffin It was an awful storm. The agitated ocean sent its dark and foamy waves crashing loudly on the beaches and slamming against the cliffs. Powerful lightning and repetitive thunder seemed to be breaking the sky into pieces. The waves sent the water spraying to an incredible height.Watery Coffin by necropoetus
I was freezing.
'Zaid!' I kept screaming his name. My throat hurt making my voice sound raw. 'Zaid!'
The raindrops were big and fell, like speeding bullets, out of the murky sky. They felt like a suffocating curtain of water.
We decided to make our way to England after we finished dealing with unpleasant family business in Germany. Family relations were never really my forte. We were to retrieve some documents from an acquaintance that was coincidently unaware of their content or value. A Spanish fellow kindly offered to take us to Gwithian, a small coastal village in west Cornwall, in exchange for a small fee. However, his short temper proved itself a handful. We stopped
TeaseI stood on the right side of the escalator. It reeked of a combination of sweat and cheap perfume. I was supposed to be in a hurry to catch the bus so I wouldn't have to walk. People were rushing passed me. Some were on the phone arguing over issues happening at work, others were having a hard time carrying their huge bags and groceries while yelling at their kids to stop crying. I stared at my feet while music was blasting through my headphones.Tease by necropoetus
As I got out of the metro station, I noticed it was already quite dark. I checked the time and sighed. The wind scattered the dried leaves on the sidewalk, making them drift and disappear into the dark sky. I was browsing through my playlist, as one of my headphones fell out of my ear.
"Good evening," said a voice. I lifted my head and stopped, taken by surprise by the coincidence. The first thing I noticed was that half of her head was shaved, the second thing I noticed was that she was handing out little cards. I grabbed o
Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:Lions on Acid by axes4six
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november
in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
A MemoryI remember eating marshmallowsA Memory by IamA3Dpuzzle
roasted by candle
Dancing in the light
of your cell phone with our voices
making a tune at midnight
Days spent jumping, laughing,
Our feelings seemed connect
As did our hands intertwined
when we'd crossed a mess.
When we'd made our palms bleed
From swinging off trees,
Or when we dug a hole
To hide from the world
We spent snowy days in our shorts and bare feet
Just to see who could stand the heat of the burning freeze
And when I got too cold
you'd pick me up and run us home,
Rainy days were spent laying in puddles listening to the drops, getting soaked
And the sunniest were spent in swimsuits spraying each other with a hose
But every story has an end
So I lost my best friend...
What felt like death
When you left
Because every leaf kicked up in the fall...fell
and every raindrop to be caught...missed
every snowflake to be felt... melt
every flame to jump over in the summer sky...burned out
All these memories fall on my head;
Talking on your
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