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The Celestial GuardianAndes entered the grove with an ominous stare. The eerie greens and browns of the thick forest canopy swayed gently among the high gale like some solemn ritual. A pool rippled on the far corner of the grove, showering the dewy grass with rainbows of blurred water vapor. The high moon provided scant light among the shrouded silhouettes of trees and bushes, sending a linear wave of cold fear tracing down Andes' spine. He carefully dropped a hand to his scabbard and entered the grove.The Celestial Guardian by Courier2001
A thick smell brought his cautious approach to a halt as abruptly as a thunderclap. Something gave the young man pause, something faintly sour like decaying flesh. His hand hovered idly above his sword's hilt, unable to make the final descent and withdraw his steel blade. Andes felt as if he was drowning. His lungs strained to expand and inhale the life oxygen that his body was so desperately in need of. Swirling, shadowy tendrils leaped into being and traced along the forest canopy, sinuously circling the y
Extinction Event, Chapter 2: Dangerous MerchandiseExtinction Event, Chapter 2: Dangerous Merchandise by Deadfish-SilentArmy
By the time Ashley had gotten out of the cart, an arm was locked around my throat, gun still pressed to the back of my head. I got a glimpse of my assailants sleeve, it was a dark red, almost burgundy in color. The same color of the caravan guards that lay dead around us. I couldn't believe this was happening. After all the years of raiding caravans, only to be caught off guard like this. What had we done wrong? I glanced left and right, desperately looking for an escape from my assailants grasp. I knew that if I tried anything, made the slightest move, that my head was coming off my shoulders. I could see Ashley slowly raise her hands, nervously looking from me to my assailant. I had to maintain my cool and break free before this got worse.
"Just take what you want, there's no need for this" Ashley said, barely keeping her voice under control.
The assailant tightened the hold around my neck and spoke with a muffled voice.
"No no no, there is a need for this. I've bee
Children for TreesSeptember 27th, 1996, 5:32:68 // Conan's IslandChildren for Trees by LeDbrite
Autumn red leaves brushed against the sky, a poignant contrast to the creamy gray-blue of the cloud dusked evening. The maple tree's sap slowed and stilled, becoming sleepy as it felt the changes in the land as it drew near to wintertime. Roots curled comfortably underground, a sure anchor that plunged deeper and wider than the branches that spread to the ceiling of the world. They had kept the tree alive through storm and drought, keeping its leaves green and healthy when all other trees withered from lack of water and strength.
Soft fingers hunting for the next branch, foot seeking for the next leverage to carry her small weight further up, she barely shook the branches as she climbed higher. Shoving her rich dark hair out of her face, Rene gazed solemnly at the ground before turning her face back up to the sky, comparing her current distance with how far she still had to go.
Laying her head
The Madness of AngelsThe Madness of Angels by AryaMay
Sometimes at night I still dream of the glass garden which I had planted, molten pillars of flame that were cool to the touch- the gates of heaven which I had fashioned in her likeness. It wasn’t what one might call Eden though; far from it. The only commonality that this place and the mythological one shared were perhaps in its finer details: being lost, perhaps the one that sticks out like a sore thumb.
I discovered some years ago when I had slipped out of my teenage arrogance that in fact, I was more sentimental a being than perhaps I would have liked to admit- definitely more so than I imagine I give a hint at. Logic had been my weapon against the confusing algorithms that ruled the mechanics of society- the smoke that used to stink up the sandwich shop near my school, the parties which I never bothered to go, the gossip about so and so person whom I had never found attractive. When I turned sixteen, I decided that I had been hanging around the wrong crowd after I had
Fragments I - Lake English version is belowFragments I - Lake by Eryshta
Le calme caché sous la surface lisse du lac. Le silence étouffé qui t’entoure soudain jure avec les sons de l’après-midi. Comme à chaque fois, une seconde d’immobilisme passe avant que tu ne commences à nager avec d’amples mouvements, plongeant encore plus profondément. Délaissant l’air chaud pour l’eau froide, le soleil et la lumière pour le royaume verdâtre et sombre qu’est le monde aquatique. Les sons de la vie extérieure deviennent ce silence si particulier que seules les eaux calmes d’un lac peuvent créer. Tu plonges toujours plus profondément sous la surface, pendant que le monde réel disparait derrière toi…
Rien ne bouge, excepté toi. Aucun son, sinon celui de tes bras et de tes pieds brisant avec des mouvements réguliers les eaux par ailleurs immobiles.
The JourneyThe superfast races across the green yet rugged landscape of Bihar (middle eastern state in India). There are farmlands stretched across the bosom of the earth, as far as the eyes can see. The winter evening closes its drapes upon daylight, and the heavy fog slowly starts creeping up from the horizon.The Journey by tanya3286
Somewhere in the distance, the white smoke from a house chimney rises up in spectral shapes and hangs upon the air. Far away, trees stand out in the distance, like ghosts, their dark shapes breaking the cloak of fog.
Aquamarine, pink, orange and finally a deep inky blue, the sky changes colours so fast.
A lone farmer winds his way across the carpet of green, with a load on his shoulders, closely followed by his dog at his heels.
Patches of brown contrast with bright green and golden where one section of the crop has been harvested and the other is still standing. A silver stream lustily weaves its way across the curves of the earth.
Unmindful children still playing outside on the
Is This Random ? / Ceci est-il aleatoire ?"Ignorance is a bliss. But we never ask ourselves why."Is This Random ? / Ceci est-il aleatoire ? by Petitspas
"Mankind's greatest gift is illusion."
"Every action is born of a choice's ascertained randomness."
"There's nothing more simplistic than a lesson."
"History distrusts mankind."
"In blindness, controled freedom is outrageous."
"The result of an action is random."
"Time's infinity is definited."
"Expectation is deception."
"The answer denigrates solutions."
"Reality is more unattainable than Truth."
"These are not words."
<< L'ignorance est un don. Mais nous ne nous demandons jamais pourquoi. >>
<< Le plus grand don de l'Homme est l'illusion. >>
<< Chaque acte est dû à un choix d'aléatoires déterminés. >>
<< Il n'y a rien de plus réducteurs qu'un cours. >>
<< L'Histoire se défie de l'Homme. >>
<< Dans l'aveuglement, la liberté contr&
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter ThreeMy feet carried me as fast as they could down a dusty, old road. It was dark and all I could see is a dim light in the distance. My chest tightens, but no matter how fast I can run or how far my feet carry me, the light seems to stay the same unreachable distance away. As I grow more exhausted my feet slow, my knees become weak and my eyes get foggy. Why can't I go anywhere? I need... I need to get away from here... I need to... My thoughts echo over and over.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Three by CharIie
I gaze up at the sky slightly, which is dotted with small stars far, far away in the distant night sky. My feet manage to carry me further down the path, although I don't seem to be moving at all. My feet start to slow and stagger.
My lungs let out two huge gusts of air and then a strange burning sensation rushes through me, and then the feeling like I'm plummeting towards the ground from a great height. I quickly realize that I'm not as high up as my brain is telling me and it must be the fatigue fooling my mind. But I am
Apocalyptica - Chapter 1I felt like I was on something hard, crunching my back. Like i'm sleeping on a tree truck. I tried to get up. 'What the hell?' My eyes were shut. I tried to open it but couldn't. 'Why?' I heard a few moans around my area then a gun shot.Apocalyptica - Chapter 1 by Breaking-Alice
"Hey check over there. There may be few survivors here."
'what was he talking about? Survivors?'
I tried to scream but I just couldn't, what the hell is going on?!
"Hey anybody here?" Asked a voice below or high up? I wasn't sure where it was coming from.
"Anyone? Hey Josh found anyone or anything unusual?"
"No sir. I found only this little girl no older then 5."
"What's your name child?"
"Roo." The child said. Her voice so gentle, so frighten, but why was her voice so fim- Roo! I know her! But why couldn't I scream out loud? What the hell is happening? Why can't I wake up? Something is up, but why can't they see me? Why can't I see anything? Why can't I speak? This feeling was killing me, but I just couldn't scream out for help.
My head was hurt
The end as we know it - Chapter 1The end as we know it - Chapter 1 by Breaking-Alice
Chapter 1: The living corpses.
PART 1: Infected
"Reed, I swear I'll be back." I yelled back to my first boyfriend. I was always home schooled and my parents never let me leave the house. So I never had any friends. The only friends that I had was my sister Alanna and my brother Denver. My parents were the only adults that I ever known. When I was born the zombie virus came out. My brother always teased me for it, saying that I caused it. Till one day they said that they would come back. I waited for a long time and they never came back. I asked my brother and sister when they will come back. They didn't know. So they went out looking for them. Now I was alone. I waited and waited for their return but they never came back a) They died or b) they left me. So I packed up my stuff and left. I knew a lot about knives but not so much about guns.
"Huh?" I sighed, Reed.
"I'm coming with you."
"No, you are not. Stay here."
"No, I'm going your NOT going to leave u
Extinction Event, Chapter 1: First StepsExtinction Event, Chapter 1: First Steps by Deadfish-SilentArmy
I sat in a tree until twilight, watching the sun melt down into the lush green tree canopy. All around the sounds of the forest hummed and rose into the cool air. Animals wandering below with birds flying above, watching the dirt road below.
"So when does this merchant pass by hmm?" Ashley asked as she sat next to me on the branch.
I tried to sound casual. "Soon. You seem eager for him to come."
"So what if I am? You know how longs it's been since the last caravan came by with little guards."
I wanted to deny it but I knew she was right. We were going on a month now without a caravan passing by and running low on rations. Every raid had to be a success or we would have to move to a new area with more caravans, but more caravans meant more guards and we both knew that.
"Ash you know that until we are close to the hideaway we have to be careful with these caravaners. You never know what could be hidden amongst the crates or in them" I said as I cradled my bow.
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
For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice CreamI woke up early in the morning, right as the sun was starting to peak over the horizon. I tried to pull the sheet back around me, but then realized she'd stolen and cocooned herself in it again. Typical girl.For Once, a Silver Lining - Part 1: Ice Cream by TacoRampageRibz
In movies, girls always seem to wake up all pristine, perfect makeup, hair combed and styled. I'm here to tell you that was most certainly not the case for Galiana. Her hair was a tousled mess and probably would've been far worse if it was the length of mine. The eyeliner from last night had smeared a bit, and her lipstain was a little washed out. We'd fallen asleep before she'd had the opportunity to get her makeup off. It was kinda cute, actually.
My roommate, Xavier, a rather fit guy with short brown hair, wasn't back yet and probably wouldn't be back for a few more hours, which was a relief. He would give me so much grief for ending up in bed with an art student. He was an engineering student, like I was, only he had this beef with art students and how us
Close to perfectionClose to perfection by Breaking-Alice
No matter how many schools I go, I always get picked on. Like there is a vibe on me saying 'Pick on her!' I mean sure I had huge anger problems but that doesn't stop bullies. At the first day I was big news. Many people talked to me about my life and all till few days later very few people talked to me then finally a week later I was a nobody. I kinda liked it till a month later randomly some guy wanted to pick on me. Sure I fought back. I even pushed and cursed at him but he was dating this popular chick Charlie. Charlie didn't like it that I 'bullied' her boyfriend. Even if he started it first so she started rumors about me. Later people started to believe in them. I didn't mind as much sure people talked shit about me behind my back and point at me when I walk by.
I couldn't take it anymore. I never been physically bullied at my old schools but I been cyber bullied and so on so I asked my mom if I could move to a new school. I went to three grade schools in Ohio and two
My life. My diary. My story.My life. My diary. My story. by Breaking-Alice
It started out like a normal day.
Boring. Sucky. And of course tried.
I headed out towards school that's where I heard my name.
Ah shit Cain.
So the best thing I could do other then running.
Walk faster but not to fast. That would tell him that your scared of them.
So I walked little faster and pretend that I didn't hear him.
I breathed. Hoping he will realize that I'm not January but some other girl who has red hair.
I mean lot of people my age has the same shoes, jeans, shirt and hair just like me... Right?
But i was wrong as always! Oh dammit why me?
Soon enough I thought he had given up but sadly he didn't.
I felt a sharp point at the end of my back.
"Ah, What the hell Cain?!"
Surely he smirked.
I rubbed my back. I wanted to cry but upfront of him?
"Just get away from me Cain."
"How 'bout no?"
I picked myself up. I looked him deep in the eyes. "Leave. Me. Alone. Cain."
"Why should I? Little miss ah what do you say?"
I was expecting him to say, freak, emo, ugly, fat,
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
Week to Weak.Week to Weak.Week to Weak. by KelaLewis-Morin
Why is it the week days go so slow?
But yet the weekends are over in an instant.
I have gotten so used to being constantly on the go,
That every part of my life has become routinely consistent.
Whenever I have a time slot that is vacantly free,
I feel as if I should be developing or preparing for something else.
I always feel as if there is somewhere else that I was meant to be.
I never take full advantage of the short intervals I have to myself.
I’ve had enough of the early mornings and the constant yawning.
Dreaming of over sleeping and then opening my eyes all of a sudden.
Even the usual serene sounds of the birds chirping have become haunting.
Every morning I wake up to my annoying alarm and tap the snooze button.
I work, wait and anticipate for the week to end.
Making hopeful plans to catch up with some old friends.
And before you know it Monday has dawned once again.
I wish the weekends had more days imbedded in-between them.
The Little Girl in the Leather JacketShe wanted to be fierceThe Little Girl in the Leather Jacket by MyLifeisAverageStill
She wanted to be strong
She wanted to be loved
And almost never wrong
She wanted the world
To see her for who she was
She wanted someone to care
Not out of duty but just because
But the world didn't want her
And she just didn't see
That the world wanted her gone
Didn't want her to be
Some people tried to help
They tried and tried to care
They told the little girl
That they'd always be there
But she couldn't be fixed with words
The little girl who still felt small
She wore her leather jacket
Just to pretend she was tall
The jacket was her shield
Her last defense to the sky
It shielded her heart
It shielded her cry
And though they tried to help
They still didn't see it all
That the little girl had never felt strong
Just smaller and small.
And they couldn't help her feel big
They couldn't help her feel tall
And so one day the little girl in the leather jacket
Decided she didn't want to feel at all
Just One More TimeJust One More Time by GrubbsWriting
Those chains, how their cheers can resonate
in wake and dream alike. My shoulders are
strained in time without a proper word.
How bound I am from the starting line of my
own naivety to my lack of bliss in
the lack of ignorance?
I am no longer blind, but climbing my
Jacob's ladder upwards from shame
where chains pull me back
In that foolish past, I was never aware
of these bloody chains that before me countless
others have worn in varied forms and guidance.
Stable ground that welcomes my feet is
above my head, just out of reach as the
seconds take my few grains of sand.
Those chains labor me, like massive serpents
of unholy iron that constrict with
all my struggling.
Take my heart and hands, for alone
I will only fall with the inevitable
results of time and temptation.
The Irrelevance of MilesThe Irrelevance of Miles by GrubbsWriting
A miracle reborn is the briefest description
as we stray from attempting thieves and murderers,
our only words being for one another as the light
at the end of Hells tunnel draws near.
I beg from my floating knees that toss and turn
in the wake of potential nightmares, I beg that
your hand would never again leave mine. That no force
but God would ever come between that loving grasp.
The way is not lost but caught in a fog and the blur
of our tears, while treading back on the unpaved road
to Heaven where our work to be done will come and
go with ease and difficulty as we only carry onwards.
Miles are irrelevant in a true bond, where faith and
patience are keys worn around the heart. Passion builds
in that time, and connection grows, smothering the thieves
and murderers as a new world develops.
Never again set sail, my love, as to break my heart again.
I have loved you since I was dust, and upon my return
to that matter, I will love you only more as the dust
that I become while we dwell
Genesis 1:1-31Genesis 1:1-31Genesis 1:1-31 by GrubbsWriting
Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.
~ Ancient American Indian Proverb
Let’s face it, things are most likely not going to become better anytime soon in regards to climate change. Although, I feel that ultimately God will throw us a bone or something, I know human nature all too well (Proverbs 19:21, Matthew 15:19). It doesn't matter how hard we try. There will always be some company or some flawed individual who doesn't give two cares to the Earth we've been blessed with, because the only green they appreciate fits nicely in their wallets (1 Timothy 6:10).
“Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. There is no intelligence where there is no need of change.”
― H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
Heaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!ReaderChapter XXVHeaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!Reader by faniki
“State your name and business.” You heard a bored voice from behind the door.
“It’s me, Levi.”
You heard a sigh, and the room grew quiet again.
“Get the hell in here.”
You open the door enthusiastically.
“Morning.” You smile.
“Where the hell were you for the last 3 months?”
“Sorry, Levi. I was in Wall Sina.”
“Doing what?” He interrogated.
“I didn’t know you became my personal detective when I was away.”
“Shut up.” He glared at you.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “I was just admiring my home one last time, I guess. Sorry I didn’t write any letters to you in that time period.”
He only scoffed.
You take a seat across from his desk. “What have you been up to?”
“What does it look like?”
You stare at his mountain of paperwork. “Not much, apparent
A Special Birthday - Art x ReaderThe continuous hard rapping on your front door aroused you from your deep sleep, and you parted your lips; an angry moan escaping it.A Special Birthday - Art x Reader by faniki
Flat on your stomach, you roll out of the bed and land on the soft carpet. As you stand up, you slide into your slippers and trudge downstairs.
After what seemed like 5 minutes, you turned on the lights downstairs and swung the door open, mumbling a frustrated "Who is it?" in the process.
"[Name]?" Upon hearing your name, you looked up. Momentarily your eyes sparked with happiness, then reverted back to their tired phase.
"Art? What are you doing here?"
Your lilac haired boyfriend let out a quiet laugh. "Happy Birthday,[Name]. I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier."
You hardly noticed the sweet smelling rose bouquet, basket of sweets and the giant stuffed bear Art was holding; it was probably more than twice the size of his head. Were you that tired?
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Art, it's 2 in the morning." You huffed.
You were rewarded with a small laugh
Angel's Punishment, Book II, Chapter 2Chapter 2, Acting at it's bestAngel's Punishment, Book II, Chapter 2 by The-Silverthorn
“Eggman” Amy cursed under her breath. The evil doctor Eggman has right there, in the room. In the flesh.
“Amy Rose” he says to her, an uncomfortable smile, his same maniacal voice echoing out towards her “It's been a long time since we met face to face”
“Quite” Amy replied blankly
“I was just watching you in your games” said Eggman as he showed her the holographic image of her games “You had such bravery, such compassion, such contempt, you won, congratulations”
“I had no choice and you know that” Amy replied as she sat down
“Yes, I know” Eggman replied as he too sat down in front of her “But you see, I have a problem Amy Rose, I problem ever since you saw the girl die, ever since you showed your mark” Amy stiffened as she remembered that moment, the moment Rue died
“Yes, you remember” Eggman said “You see, to the capitol ma
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,How to Hug from Far Away by Ellen-Souler
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
MulligrubsMulligrubs, was to say, that gloom held shady wrath to stay.Mulligrubs by Ellen-Souler
Where melancholy spirits, refuse to be ward away.
The debt of joy, leaves a wanweird face,
depressive mural on display, while the artists love leaves no trace.
And there is nothing to cater the desire, yearning for radiance.
Nor, the sun blazing atones for the darkness,
no happy heart beat reveals the true cadence.
Come bring baskets, from finger bone grip,
come stay with sorrow, the melting grey picnic.
While we eat by candlelight, melting over the wick.
Exhausted after meal so sparse, leaves the weak and sick
traverse shallow passes after, were it rains in the gully
where drowning is a pleasure, were elation sully.
Mayhap drift wood save from the despaired
That from the gullet, sanctify the air.
Heaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!ReaderChapter XIIHeaven and Hell - Levi x Princess!Reader by faniki
Levi put down his teacup. "What the hell do you want?"
Levi stayed silent.
"I didn't want to be, but now so much people I know are involved. My birthday is in a week, and I don't even know what's going on with my father, Seraphina...painful to say but I'm also concerned about Marianne as well. Anneliese isn't back either."
"Do you think they're okay? Is father even worried about me anymore?" Your voice cracked, and you blinked away an oncoming tear.
Levi stared intensely at you. He wasn't really the comforting type. "What do you think?"
"I...I don't know what to think. I'm scared, and I can't do anything about it. I'm tired of living in fear of getting caught. If I go back, will my father still love me? Or if I stay here, will he simply just forget me like he did with...my mother?" You said in a barely audible tone.
Levi seemed interested. "You never say anything about your mother."
"I was too scared to."
A Letter to the New Generation: ☆ A Letter to the New Generation:A Letter to the New Generation: by AlterationAgo
From: the Millennials To: Generation Z
"What the hell is a Millennial?!"
"Did I not get the memo when we were choosing names?"
"I call bs, I'm jumping ship and self proclaiming myself a member of Generation X".
Dear Generation Z
You don't know me, but to be honest 'I' know you - your 'life' is beginning soon ...
... but for 'many' it will be 'ending soon', 'if' you 'allow' yourself to get consumed; getting stuck in a loop, 'usually' thanks to whatever 'group' you fell into, when looking for help - with a life of drinking, addicting, second guessing and suppressing.
A life of 'pretending'.
A horrible existence uncontested.
I know what you're thinking, "well that's depressing".
But not 'all' of you
Reality?Reality,Reality? by Delta565
Is not real,
What you say,
Is not what you feel.
Make you rot,
"Who am I?
What am I not?"
Are an illusion,
They give you nothing,
Nothing but confusion.
Blinds the wise,
There is no vision,
In your eyes.
Is the greatest lie,
There is no feeling,
After you die.
Which we create,
Drain our life,
Leave us with hate.
And I have nothing but vanity,
Since nothing is real,
Not even reality.
I Called Her SexyI called her sexyI Called Her Sexy by katamaris4ever
Because I wanted her to feel beautiful
The world had hated her, and she didn’t feel
As if she could contend with the rest
But they lied.
I wanted her to feel good about herself
But I failed
And I didn’t realize she didn’t want that attention
That her affections were different than everyone else’s.
Because I wanted her to feel beautiful
I called her sexy.
Missing HomeThrough puffy eyesMissing Home by SirRantsALot
I look into my dreams and see you.
I see you and me
and outside the little ice shop
eating sweet frozen food dye.
Through blank stares
I look at my ceiling and see you.
I see you and me
on a floral couch,
in freezing water,
and running down forested paths
to escape a danger we both know is not there.
Through crossed arms
I look into my memories and see you.
I see you and me
in an open field,
on gravel roads,
and upside down on a chair
watching endless streams of time and space.
On my back,
on my arms,
on my legs,
on my heart,
I see you
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humanity by CorporateRockWhore
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
Fly Over and Stay at My Place | NYC LoveDeacon: It’s official! I'm going to New York! Thing is… I gotta go with my family…Fly Over and Stay at My Place | NYC Love by lolipop1997
Brian: Sweet! Well, they won’t be a bother.
Deacon: How do you know?
Brian: I’ll get a separate hotel room… or we can drive to my place for the night and hangout. (:
Deacon: Back, sorry. I was kinda stuffing my mouth.
Brian: Hehehe… What’s the name of your hotel?
Deacon: The Marriott.
Brian: Ooh, I’ve stayed there a few times before. You’ll love it! (:
Deacon: Well then, hopefully I’ll see you there tomorrow! Just, don’t come up to me when I’m with my parents, I don’t want them knowing.
Brian: Understood. I’ll find a way to sneak you out. Anyways, have fun, kiddo. I’ll see ya there.
Deacon grabbed his stuff, turned off
HeadSpacing02HeadSpacing02HeadSpacing02 by MarcGriffin
Judy, with her box of matches, obsession with matchlock pistols,
And her passive resistance to hatchways with over-intricate latches.
Jennifer's cerulean crystals are ultramarine in the dilatory sheen,
Of the lacerated foil-like car-crashes she watches for sensual sensations,
Mindless-stimulation, pulsations, compliant undulations:
The discreet and susurrant sounds of agreeable vibration.
Joni strokes bones and licks tendons,
She's an inlet for suggestions, an anchorage for connections.
In the absence of relevant utensils, she stencils outlines:
Sketches of Skeletons bereft of Flesh but bejewelled with Carrion,
A decay that elevates Jennifer's day from the Realm of the Mundane,
Through new levels of punishment, discipline and pain,
Again and again, new pain. (Cool down with a hot carbine).
Again and again, into the Realm of a Dark Mind.
A Dark and darkening Realm of reverse hitches, slo-mo sex scenes,
Death games, blue flames, quick-fixes for itches and slow-release endor
and i am caught in your teethoutside, you are roses.and i am caught in your teeth by FierySpark
you are spring day,
a summer morning,
a flower in dewdrops
learning to blossom.
but you have hands made of thorns,
and you are grasping my heart with a clenched fist.
i am a half-alive bird caught
in the talons of a hawk,
feathers tearing from my bleeding skin
and splashing in the mud.
i keep scissors in my nightstand,
but you are a weed
that one must rip out at the root.
my hands are ghosts
that were never too good
at grasping things in the first place.
A Future RomeA Future RomeA Future Rome by Trisaw1
Standing on a grassy hill, solitude for this Roman Legionnaire.
The sun shone bright and yellow, Zeus up on high,
and the greatness and glory of Rome laying below.
Peace here…wars fought in distant lands…he saw.
He imagined a future…a bigger and better Roma!
Larger, taller, grander, newer buildings up
high on the hills, down by the valleys, along the seashore!
Roads, bridges, forums, coliseums, gardens, schools, temples!
A Roma so new that the Gods and Goddesses descended from
the heavens to make future Rome their new Olympus, their new sanctuary,
their own love…Romans and the Gods and Goddesses living together
in a New Rome.
And where there was glory, there was godly magic,
and peace, prosperity, and trade flourished
as the traders came from all over to Rome.
The Romans with the godly magic had chariots
soaring through the air pulled by winged Pegasus!
And flying oxen towing carts full of children to school.
Spaceport SpaceportSpaceport by Trisaw1
If the expanse of man’s machinery could build a vast network of webbed steel
that acts as a stage for the welcoming of peoples from afar, what stories could it tell?
What messages would it receive? What signals would it send?
A platform on the upend; a place for the spaceships to rest upon to dock and to depart, to load and to unload, to secure and to repair; this is the spaceport---a story of a massive complex that holds ships far and near.
Lines and beams and structures rise to create something massively complex.
The eyes could take in what hands and gears and energy and sweat made.
A structure to advance mankind’s journey towards the stars and to welcome them home again.
It acts with a purpose, a place open time around, a mixture of form and function.
A place to repair, a place for return, a place that people li
I willI will love youI will by BloodshotInk
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Lilith Eyes (Lyrics)Lilith Eyes (Lyrics) by Deadfish-SilentArmy
Do you see me?
Do you see the real me?
'cause I'm not hiding
not running - away from you!
'cause I'm not afraid - no more
not scared of what I've been through - before
So I hope you see me!
I hope you feel me!
'cause I'm going to be that shiver down your spine
when you're looking at the time
longing for a glimmer of light
from the sky
But the morning won't save you from your pride
and it's my hands you should be watching not your time - Peace!
The Worst Case of Plague I've Ever SeenOf illness and its description, I tend to be quite vagueThe Worst Case of Plague I've Ever Seen by shelleypalmer
I’m quite a dunce, but just for once, I knew I had the plague!
Two boils broke out last Saturday, when preparing for a date,
They blackened quickly, I felt sickly, and in a right old state.
I phoned my date – this hunky man – and said I might not make it,
Gave boils a squeeze, fell to my knees, the pain I couldn’t take it!
So, I went on my computer, googling symptom list for ages,
My boils were soggy, mind quite foggy and I was probably contagious.
The information that I found then shocked me to the core,
Pronounced no cure, would not endure, then soon fall to the floor.
I called my trusty Doc at once, urged him to come post haste.
He said ‘Don’t worry, I will hurry, there is no time to waste.’
Well, good old Doc, give him his due, he rushed round to my bed,
Looked at me, quite puzzledly and said ‘You should be dead.
This is quite the worst case of bubonic plague I’ve seen,
Internal AddictionYou have invaded my dreamsInternal Addiction by Tricksey05
and memories past.
I close my eyes tightly
trying to counteract.
The feelings you bring up
Have left deep holes.
My mind races trying to fill,
Trying to console.
Trying to make the dreams
Fly far far away.
Halfway to the stars,
In my secret hideaway.
But my mind is not strong
And will not hold up
You start to creep in,
Your vision invades my thoughts.
My body starts to shake
As the invasion begins.
Trying so hard
But in the end you win.
My thoughts are filled with you,
Every scent and every vision.
It swirls in my mind
My own dark internal addiction.
Bulimia NervosaDoes mother notice my visits to the bathroomBulimia Nervosa by Rifle1980
Have become more frequent of late?
And how they always seem to be after meal times
When with my parents I’ve just ate
Does she stand in the hall outside the bathroom
With her ear pressed against the door?
Wondering why the tap is running so fast
And what I’ve flushed the toilet twice for
Has she seen all of the empty sweet wrappers
Hidden under my bed when she cleans?
Does she fully understand the significance
Of what this behaviour actually means?
Is purge even a word in her vocabulary
To which she’s able to define?
Does she believe my words or my sunken eyes
When I insist to her that I am fine?
Does father notice that I spend many hours
In front of our full length mirror?
Intensely staring at my pathetic reflection
Yet the image never becomes clearer
I see something different to what he can see
A distortion of his little girl
Whose control over this food and this eating
Is the only control she has in this world
Has he tri
dock 62the dockdock 62 by TheStoyTeller
was on the east
of street number 62
and there were 53 ships there.
but there is no vessel
like a body,
and I remember sitting
on the edge our legs swinging
occasionally and I asked
"would you rock my boat?
just let me drown.
just fucking suffocate me"
and you had no facial expression
you just wrapped your arm around mine
and rested your head on my shoulder
let me smell
your hair and the water
and I was at peace.
but I hated myself because
I could still drown.
I could still drown there
To SeeWe've been around the world.To See by jul320
And have seen the great and wonderful.
The grandest fireworks,
sprinkling the sky.
The wonders of man and nature,
the awe-some sights.
And yet, they were nothing.
Because when I stand with you.
Even among magnificence.
I did not feel half as amazed,
as when I'm watching you.
A Nail In My HeartIn my heartA Nail In My Heart by CrumbledWings
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
Last Man StandingI, have lostLast Man Standing by TheKrimzonDemon
I've felt the strain
I, have wept,
I have felt the pain
Nights, so long,
And so strange
Life, felt like
Living in a cage!
So empty inside!
Fire, burned out!
Even the embers had died...!
At least, according to the voices in my head
But, you see...it's me that's not dead
In spite of all that they were planning,
It's the end...and I...
Am the last man standing
I am the last one!
Scorched on my skin and torched to my core!
Suffering for a lifetime!
Until I decided not to take it anymore!
Illuminated! By the fire that burns within...!
Forged and tempered...
Born to win
(I am the last one, I am...the last one)
(I am the last one, the last, last one)
The last man standing...
I, have hurt,
The ones who've hurt me
I, have screamed,
Until the words were deserting
Days, so long,
While I acted so brave
To! My life!
I was a slave...!
So empty inside!
Fire, burned out!
Even the embers had died...!
At least, according to the voices in my head
But, you see...it's me
(2008) The BeginningI'm standing at the start of this path(2008) The Beginning by CalCrazy
that I've never travelled;
A path I was supposed to take when I was younger
but only now have managed to arrive at.
I'm trembling with fear
because I don't know what's ahead;
My glass cage, though confining
has long been my familiarity.
Will I make it to the end
and break out of this Eternal Winter,
or will I stumble off course
and fall back into the dark waters of misery?
Am I strong enough to let go of my past;
let go of the Demons' hands with whom I've danced with for so long,
or will I succumb to their manipulating voices
and allow darkness to stay in my bones?
Can I overcome myself and my pain
my raining skies and blackened memories
and free the light of my soul
who has been enslaved to my devils all this time?
With a deep breath and emotions churning
I take the first step and look ahead...
The woman I should have been is waiting for me,
I have to try and make it to her.
Will I succeed,
or will I fail?
The time has come
to find out.
Live The Divinegrab your placeLive The Divine by wordturner
run your race
stake your claim
gain your fame
don't take by force
what is not yours
and rob yourself of
gifting precious love
so just be kind
bravely leave behind
the unwilling mind
that only strives to grind
learn the reason
truth knows no season
live where freedom grows
no boundaries to impose
upon others and yourself
come easily off the shelf
joyfully sing and dance
live and court romance
with no fear and doubt
of being with or without
carry a light pack
give what you get back
dream a colorful tomorrow
loan more than you borrow
smile and let your light shine
gracefully live the Divine.
ReflectionsReflections by Sandora-desu
Today is yet another bad day. I feel tired, I feel weak. I feel sad.
I have no reason for my sadness. My whole being aches, tears rim my eyes. Why do I have no reason for my sadness?
I want to cry but I can’t. I want to sleep but I can’t. I want peace of mind, a moment of happiness.
Is it me? Is it the world? Why do I feel so sad? It’s maddening, infuriating. I want to cry but I can’t.
I want help. I want sleep. Fear plagues my dreams. The monsters never sleep.
They haunt me everywhere I go. I see them in the mirror, I hear them with my mind. They reflect in my thoughts. A mirror never lies. I see disappointment, scrap.
Why can’t I have peace of mind?
Entropy: A Spenserian SonnetA fraying ball unspools, her needles hard.Entropy: A Spenserian Sonnet by sandzen
The jostling bus, on little oil, swerves.
When purses tip to scatter coin and card,
this eco-friendly granny saves her nerve.
For when, she wonders, wasn’t life a curv-
ing road? Reveal after reveal the on-
ly surety one can bank on? So conserv-
ing change: that hellish halcyon unknown.
And on it goes, up to her stop. Her grown-
up thoughts. The half-sewn reddish-purple sweat-
shirt: ancient trade of fraying knots. This bone-
broke pensioner homebound trots. Down forget-
ful courts. Recall the past. A past voice calls.
Think on it. She does. All walls fall. She scrawls.
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