18 Recent Deviations
Featured: She Wouldnt Look At Anyone
wisdomwalking from creek bedwisdom by spoems
to sacred spring meadow
i know less
save that which is always
nameless red sandstone.
We Failed..But Who Cares?Everything we built has collapsed..We Failed..But Who Cares? by audioscarz
We were everything..
We failed to last..
You broke my heart..
And you think I care..
Look in my chest..
There's nothing there..
If everything was perfect..
Why did you throw it away?
I thought we were forever...
Looks like you couldn't stay..
Holes for EarsI live in fear,Holes for Ears by tigerbar
because I was torn ear to ear.
Or rather my ears were torn off,
after being repeatedly told off.
Or maybe I was told, "I'm off."
It's hard to remember and hard to know,
because I can never hear again.
Unless my ears regrow.
But the holes that are left
left better access to my brain.
Hopefully by seeing straight in there,
I can better diagnose the pain.
But instead I think I see just mush,
thoughts and firing and lots of stuff.
But I don't see love, I don't see sane.
I just see stuff you call my brain.
I wish I could still hear,
but I can still see your smile.
And if they tear out my eyes,
you'll still be smiling for a while.
For as long as I can remember your eyes,
I can remember the brightness in them too.
And as long as I can remember your laugh,
I can remember what it's like when I laughed too.
So even if can't hear or see,
can I please keep all the memories?
The memories of a time much sweeter.
When life was fresh, my world much cleaner.
When I could see, before sig
Golden drips of salvationPowerful you are;Golden drips of salvation by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
Cutting with a razor
The light into my life.
Silence, when beads of gold
drip onto my floor.
and I turn my head up,
but flinch when I see the reflection of life’s truth-
Which conflicts so heavy with my own.
Cyhydedd FerFrom amid the green branches' barkCyhydedd Fer by NathanielFlyingOwl
Comes the song of a meadowlark
Cyhydedd Fer SonnetClouds blocking out the stars and moonCyhydedd Fer Sonnet by NathanielFlyingOwl
I wonder if dawn will come soon
As each day grows ever tougher
It seems I can only suffer
Darkness dominates the hour
And I pray for spirit power
In pain I gaze upon the skies
Longing so much to become wise
Trying to keep my heart alive
To see God above do I strive
What strength would He want to give me
In the face of my destiny?
How can I survive in the black
When honest hope is what I look?
War Wine| through the shadesI still have a soul!War Wine| through the shades by Serendiipitii
it collided with every moral you ever gave birth to
mutilated until it was beyond recognition
I still have a soul!
mine hearthfire is deep and rich, battle scars
left on the brow as a reminder and a promise
I still have a soul!
the ashes of war have fed my people,
delighted the children of none for many a day
you deigned my life a passing flicker, a spit in the wind
the monotony of servicing your life has come to an end
while the lifeblood of your people course down their faces
I will have deigned you worthy of a death fit for a king;
served to his people on his own steel.
I still have a soul!
And I will burn brighter than the polestar.
where are youoh tattered flag, you raise your headwhere are you by Serendiipitii
so late in the afternoon; you've missed the bloody and bruised sinking
of the world's end.
the jagged edges of cliffs, corroded
I have given up on will, discarded my hope
some things just never change -
I would captain the meanest ship
to spend a drop of eternity with the companions
that kept my sanity away from those cliffs;
Never looking for solitude, I have succumbed to an intimate loneliness
and my core is bellowing in anguish -
to spend a lifetime looking for that easy friendship,
I would not give in, give up
but I have fallen into the cement cracks, fissures of helplessness
so let me captain once more,
but I need that friendship at my door.
War Wine [OC]War Wine [OC] by Serendiipitii
There may be triggers here for some people; references to rape and violence are here, so please take care if you wish to read further. Take care of yourselves ❤
Mud was a part of her complexion, caked in like thickened skin. Her wine red locks were knotted and tangled into a hefty braid, thick down her back and tied with a string of ox hide, often swinging over her sun-darkened shoulders when she moved through the camp. She was wrapped in a tattered robe made of some old canvas that had been hiding in the back of the storage stalls, and carried a smell of swamp and horse feed on it. But she didn't complain. It was better than being naked, like when she first arrived. She was the picture of a disheveled and beaten creature, unless you found her eyes. They were a sunken blue and were alive with fury and fight, purposefully subdued so that she may live yet another day. An olive coloured-cream was smeared below her eyes and across her cheeks, remind
Waiting (DRAFT)His name is X-2, at least that's what he thinks it is, and he has been in solitude confinement for over 22 years. The days go by slowly and all he could do is think. He doesn't think about the present and who knows if he'll even have a future, so instead he chooses to focus only on the past. The past. In order to become who we are in the present we would have to have a past. And our decisions we will make in the future are based upon the decisions we have made in our past. So what in X-2 past has brought him to this present day hell of rotting in a cold dark prison waiting either for the grim reaper or the warden to set him free?Waiting (DRAFT) by randomdancing
TragedyKaty laid on her bed and stared at the roof of her room. Her vision was blurred by the onslaught of tears forming in her eyes. She felt everything in her world collapsing and that at any moment she might break into a million unfixable pieces. A trillion questions buzzed in her mind like bees on a warm spring day. She tried her best to ignore them but she just couldn’t, they were too loud to ignore. So instead she squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath as if she were going underwater. Proceeding then to clench her fist as if she were about to get into a fight, she clenched them so tight that they were starting to turn into a grape like colour. That’s when she screamed, a banshee type scream, it pierced the air like an arrow and echoed throughout all her neighborhood. She screamed and she screamed and she screamed; her lungs felt like they were being crushed slowly and agonizingly but she still kept on screaming. And finally after what seemed like an eternity she stoppedTragedy by randomdancing
The Wicked StepsistersOnce upon a time, Anastasia Tremaine started crying as soon as she sat up in bed. Not even sleeping in until dusk worked to avoid her miserable life. In her dreams, Anastasia could almost feel the warmth radiating from a pair of arms wrapped around her, a sensation that assured of her how cherished and loved she was... But eventually she had to wake up, and then the loneliness caught up to her.The Wicked Stepsisters by TheMorbidMaria
Anastasia picked up the razor blade she kept in a snuff box on her bedside table. She drew up the sleeve of her pyjama top and stared at the crisscrossing red lines that littered her forearm, the hand that held the blade hovering above them. No, she didn’t need that. She needed human contact, that was all. Anastasia returned the blade to its place and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
At last she left her room, without changing her clothes or fixing her ginger bed-head. She hurried down the long corridor, for the imposing
Here We Never Smile Part OneNY, 1940Here We Never Smile Part One by TheHappyAuthor
In the lit up, dazzling streets of New York two black vans drove across the streets.
They drove slowly to a old, dark apartment complex.
It had smashed windows, graffiti and moss covering the building.
The trucks stopped. And a man got out, he had silky, black hair and a pitch black suit.
Along with two other men in dark suits, and their faces unable to see because of the shadow casted by by their bowler hats and fedoras they had tommy guns and pump action shotguns.
They walked in, busting the wooden door open.
They walked up the stairs and until they found it.
They got to a door and the man knocked.
The door opened to reveal and man in a white shirt, under a grey robe.
The man had wild, grey hair and a scared look on his face.
"Oh god!" The man said as the gangsters knocked him onto the floor.
"IM SORRY JAMES, ILL GIVE ME THE MONEY!" The man said to James (The main gangster)
"You said that two days ago, and the two day before that." James said.
"I'm sorry." James chu
Letters to Marileen | 3 ~ Your Friend, the Reaper Three days after her initial arrival, Marileen tended toward bounding around the house in an attempt to hang out with both of her roommates at the same time. She talked quickly and couldn't sit still, leaving Handwing in a dizzied, tired state. He often felt the urge to nap after his interactions with her. What really irked him, though, was she always seemed to get into his stash. He tried to talk to Vilkas about it and was met with a response that infuriated him.Letters to Marileen | 3 ~ Your Friend, the Reaper by SamuelSama
“Uh, they’re technically mine,” he’d said matter-of-factly, “you used my money to buy them.”
Vilkas was just lucky he had a point, and that Handwing’s arm was still broken. He had to clench his fists and grit his teeth to stop himself from punching Vilkas right in the jaw. But it wasn’t the only thing that infuriated him…
“Hi Codry, how are you?”
Another Set of Eyes, Pt. 2 (Kylo Ren x Reader)Location unknownAnother Set of Eyes, Pt. 2 (Kylo Ren x Reader) by RensKnight
You wander through endless corridors between fragmented dreams, your thoughts disordered and alternating between the illogical ramblings of the subconscious and more discrete memories of your past intermingled with the awful scenes from the First Order's attack on your village. And the voice. It intrudes once in a while on the shifting landscapes that comprise this realm of no causality--sometimes in its booming, electronically distorted form, other times unaltered, organic.
...you're attending your first birth. The mother--exhausted but grinning ear-to-ear as you finish clipping the umbilical cord under your mentor's watchful eye. You hand the squirming, healthy child to her mother as your mentor pats you on the back in silent congratulations. Joy and pride rises in you--
--but the Stormtroopers are on the march. The home where you helped deliver that baby is burning, and you have no idea who if any
Ch 6: Bloody ElvesCh 6: Bloody Elves by Sushi-Troll
Zan stirred, the memory of the drow shooting him in the forehead still fresh in his memory. He groaned, mentally listing all the ways he'd get back at the elf, only to pause at the sound he'd just made. It had been a distinctly humanoid noise, not like the badger squeak he'd almost grown accustomed to. He looked down to see a pair of legs, even a penis. The exact same, as it was. His skin was covered in very little body hair, which was pleasing to him considering Thayan shaving habits, and it even sported a healthy, sun-kissed, tan colour. Letting out a shout of triumph, for surely he was human again, and in his old Thayan body at that, he got up on his feet. It took him a few tries to get it right, especially after having been a badger twice, but he eventually succeeded.
Long, dark hair fell down into his face. Wow, he must have been dead for a long time for his hair to grow that long! The sooner he got his hands on a pair of scissors and some shaving tools he'd get rid of that! He wa
Just Another NightJust Another NightJust Another Night by Mugiwara-no-Eli
A dark vapour filled the room. It swirled and twisted, rasping the backs of throats and clawing at eyes.
She stood watching. The words that rang in her ears lost themselves in the loud beat behind. The demons in the smoke leered and filled her ears, filling her mind.
She nodded, it was all she could do. The ringlets bounced on her ears, her cheeks. She ran; there was no time. The smoke swirled filling her eyes as she tripped over the discarded trash thrown carelessly behind the bar. She reached for the bottle.
He sat in the corner, his eyes closed in lazy ease. He filled his lungs from the glowing ember, allowing his breath to escape into the fog, clouding his vision. He didn’t mind. He enjoyed it.
His gaze flickered towards the bar, through the defensive blanket of smoke. Mira. Wasn’t she looking lovely. He pulled the smoke into his body again. Yes. She was stunning tonight.
Malibu. Rum. Sambuca. Absinthe. Words. Dangerous ones at that. Ru
Ode to Founder's LibraryOde To Founder's Library.Ode to Founder's Library by Mugiwara-no-Eli
You're domed roof collects our learned
thoughts as the cloche does a plant's moisture.
The silence you inspire drips down the walls
and makes the sounds of pages the flapping of
the great eagle, the tapped keys a powerful engine
the treading of floorboards a heard of exotic creatures.
Rectangular, a word that describes the whole.
Shelves dominate your walls, sometimes high, sometimes low.
The former, their innards lost, stare balefully down,
cursing the capture of the ladders which had once given them purpose,
now gone for the sake of Health and Safety.
They hate their replacements, looming between desks,
preventing distraction, the giant bodyguards of Sige,
silence incarnate, and servants to Minerva in all her wisdom.
As the sun's bright shadow passes through arched windows
still the desklights shine should the weather prove as fickle as
the contained nature of man in this scholars' womb.
Shall I pass through the heavy wooden amnion like a blinking infant
Don't be so judgmental....You taunt and you tease,Don't be so judgmental.... by Jokerman03
You judge me with ease.
I'm stereotyped and placed,
All judged on my face.
The color and ink on my skin,
Slowly drawing you in.
You don't know me, you don't know my life.
You and your assumptions are causing me strife.
It's my choice to stick a piece of metal in my flesh,
I like it, I'm not going to second guess.
This is my life,
My tale to be told.
And I'm gonna tell the way it is until
I grow grey and old.
To The Death.I may hurt.To The Death. by Jokerman03
I may bleed.
But these are things I do not heed.
I may trip.
I may fall.
But I will always stand tall.
I will win.
I will not fail.
I will fight with tooth and nail.
I may be bruised,
I may be battered.
But I am never beaten.
No matter how much I hurt,
No matter how hard it gets,
I will keep on fighting to the death.
SCP-3802 | Growable KaijuItem #: SCP-3802SCP-3802 | Growable Kaiju by XeruFury
Special Containment Procedures: Both instances of SCP-3802 should be contained in their lowest dense form in a completely empty concrete room. Room should be routinely checked for bug infestations or any other life forms that the subject may possibly feed on. Any personnel handling SCP-3802 should be at least two (2) meters in height and capable of fighting off the SCP-3802 instances in their smallest form. SCP-3802 must be guarded at all times by four (4) Security personnel armed with [EXPUNGED] (see: Amino acid weaponry program) that should in theory destroy huge amounts of SCP-3802 growth enzymes. Research is impossible at this time.
Description: SCP-3802 is a pair of two anomalous aquatic creatures that hold several extraordinary capabilities, including the capacity to survive infinitely on land and, apparently, the ability to grow infinitely instantaneously immediately after consuming raw m
SCP-3998 | Father SlaughterhouseItem #: SCP-3998SCP-3998 | Father Slaughterhouse by XeruFury
Special Containment Procedures: If seen, subject must be sedated immediately as a prisoner of war. SCP-3998, once contained, may be thrown into a normal cell once thoroughly checked for contraband. This cell needs no special adjustments for SCP-3998 except for the requirement that it be as far into the chosen facility as possible. No tests are required to be done on SCP-3998. Any personnel attempting to access Father Slaughterhouse must be a known atheist. Any attempts by SCP-3998 to 'convert' any personnel should be met with solitary confinement for two (2) days. Three (3) Security personnel must manually guard and patrol around SCP-3998's cell at all times; all of these guards must not believe in even the concept of God.
Description: SCP-3998 is known as Father Slaughterhouse, the leader of the Hand of Judgement gang, a known hostile force to SCP. SCP-3998 has orchestrated well over twenty (20) conta
Aftertale: The Story after UndertaleAftertale: The Story after Undertale by R3dArkang3l
This is a plot layout of the after story of Undertale.
I really need the help of other people please
-Why call it Aftertale? So many Fanfics called Aftertale.
* I am well aware of that but some of them have been short and not good ones that I have read, confusing ones and not so romantic ones. So I am stepping up to the plate and taking it by the horns.
+This takes place after all the monsters were free from underground. This will be mostly based around 10-11 years later.
*Read it an you will find out.~
-How big is the city? Tell use about it.
*There are some tall buildings. Not skyscraper sixe but close. There’s also a huge bridge for cars and people to walk on. Also there is a beach on the edge of the city.
-Are humans and monsters at peace with each other?
*When they first emerged, no. After quite a few years, yes, there are some people who are still ignorant about living with monsters. Some humans try to cause trouble
The Serpent and the HareThe Serpent and the Hare by FireEmber345
A long time ago, away from the wild, in a rabbit farm, there was a mother rabbit and her five children. She was so delighted when her kittens were born many months ago. It brought life back into her world. She hasn't been the same after her mate's demise. When he defended the rabbits from a dangerous adversary.
It was a dark hazel snake called 'Dragon.' He entered this land for a hunger for hare meat. Her mate did not let him get inside. As a price, he died from the venom when he was bitten and was dragged away. She remembered screaming for her lost love and the snake stopped, turned to her, then disappeared into the brush, with her love.
Now it was up to her to protect her babies. As it was said before, there were five young kittens she gave birth to. There were two brown ones, two speckled and one pure white one. The white one was the only girl in the group and seemed to be the most curious out of all her children. She had named her sons Floppy, Fluffy, Fuzzy, and Furry.
As for her d
The Fools(Original Lyrics)Look! Look! The fool is here!The Fools(Original Lyrics) by ScribbleLife
Let’s all you and me dance together!
There! There! Look over here!
A new circus just for you.
Take a look around my friend.
Have fun with all the fools!
Don’t be afraid, we are nice.
As we all have a bond.
Put on the widest ‘u’.
Now make a merry laughter.
*Oh look! Oh look! The fool is here!
Let’s all you and me dance together!
We make joke and laugh all day long!
Oh my! Oh my! Let’s all sing this song!
**Let’s see! Let’s see! The fool is smiling!
The widest one you will ever see!
Hey there dear fool, let’s all keep playing!
It’s fun! It’s fun! Let’s all be happy!
You don’t really mind it right?
Hey! Hey! You are so rare!
Please show me what you can do.
But you are so full of sin.
Why don’t you have some feels?
Oh my god! You’re a beast!
‘You’ve destroyed all the fun!’
We put the blame on you.
So, can you stand it and bear?
It’s fine, it’
Long ReflectionsThe crosses on my backLong Reflections by Monocephalized
The jagged laughter so
Would have me all attack
And disregard my home
But I have not a sham
To throw into their blaze
They crucify myself
As if I am alone
They have me to their aisle
With passage marked in stone
These heavy holes they say
Are telling of my own
Old and wise and weak
The simple things they say
As I come through their midst
With pebbles for my bones
I have a face
Marked through broken glass
A face I do not know
It sees my grace
Shattered as the glass
And fallen cold as snow
How similar distaste
The bitterness of cold
I wrap my shame encased
With tattered bit of clothes
A moment with their game
Has poked out every hole
And naked I forgave
For I had nothing shown
I have a face
Lost without my glass
The one I toiled and told
World suffered grace
On weary panes grown old
Broken SelfWalking this pathBroken Self by DraganTheMighty
with chaos in my mind,
King of the poor,
Slave of the blind
I'm lost in the crowd,
I'm trying, I scream,
I can't be so loud
A uniformed lord,
The golden new world!
No one cares for my broken self!
Who will try for my broken self???
I want to change my way,
I don't see the day.
Walking this path
with rage in my mind,
Last of the poor,
No more behind
It's the day I'm found,
They will feel my scream,
Today I'm aloud
A naked lord,
The fallen new world!
No one cares for my broken self!
I'll take care of my broken self!!!
I want to change my way,
It has to be this day!
I want to change my day,
It has to be this way!!!
Succeeding Where People Told Me it Was Impossible Many people will tell you something is impossible and that you shouldn’t even try. It's a message that many of use have heard for most of our lives and have taken to heart. It's a message that many of us have allowed to define who we are as a person. I am here to tell you don’t have allow that to define you. It is possible to succeed when other think its impossible. Even if those people are professional individuals, telling you that they can still be wrong. Depending on your drive and commitment, you can do anything.Succeeding Where People Told Me it Was Impossible by ExcaliburBlade
I am one of those people that was told I would never graduate high school. Specialist in early childhood development repeatedly told my parent how unlikely it would be that I would have the mental capacity to be successful in a normal school setting. I was speech delayed, had ADHD, dyslexia, and other learning disabilities that made even the most well-informed specialist doubt my mental capacities. Ma
Lack LusterLack LusterLack Luster by Mugiwara-no-Eli
I hate being in my early twenties.
You’re not clever enough, not old enough, not experienced enough to gain the experience you want to get a job. Hell, most internships need 3 years’ experience of interning. So you can’t get the experience you need to go ahead and make something of yourself. Forget jobs. The J-word no longer exists for you. It’s a speck of light that might get bigger once you hit thirty. But I’m twenty four. I’ve proven myself time and again in student jobs, internships, paid and unpaid. What do I need to do? Where did my friends and family members sell their souls to get ahead to the places they have reached? What game did they play? Did they cheat? Should I have been a worse person and cheated my way through life? Or do I just wait for thirty?
My current internship is coming to an end. It looms before my eyes like the great maw of Nothing, coming ever closer, faster some weeks, slower others. Its great fangs of u
Farewell ForeverHey,Farewell Forever by ecapatar
So I am going to make something plain and simple to you right here and now.
I am not going my way to make conversation with you anymore.
Because so many times it has come to my attention that you do not care what I say. Now, it is my turn to return the favor.
If this isn’t what you want, fine. Prove to me the way I have been treated will change my newly established ways.
Or if it is simply me who is your problem, farewell forever.
Make BelieveDearest friend,Make Believe by ecapatar
I was wondering if you would like to play a game of pretend with me. You could be the pretty Barbie doll and I could be the Ken doll. Together, we could hold hands and feel our make believe love through our plastic skin. Not only would we be perfect in every way, everything would be.
We would own a Dream House with flowers up front which would never die as well as a shiny convertible up front. We would have everything we ever wanted. Life would finally be simple as we sit inside our pink-walled home (your favorite color) as we would on the cushioned sofa watching the never changing television screen. At last it would just be you and me with our painted on smiles and designer clothes, incapable of moving away from each other.
Romance in Pills - SHANGELINA Chap. VRomance in Pills - SHANGELINA Chap. V by shangelina
Many people ignore that their lives are not free. They all are trapped in their own little sphere called routine. Sometimes it's only necessary a little step to break out from that prison, just a try. But, often, even the most easy action needs a strong help to be done. And, sometimes, a help arrives from someone who came from far, far away.
“Maybe she's back to where she came from?” Mimi asks, after the kittie-cats gathered together in a corner of a big town square, where lots of people are busy, walking among the stands of an open-air market.
The cats spent all the morning looking for Shangelina, who disappeared the day before.
“I don't think she would have left us like this” Michelle explains, a little unsure of her own words.
“At least we can exclude that she was kidnapped by the Shadow, as he was with us, when she disappeared.”
A shiver runs down Sebastian's spine, making his tail to puff out. “A meeting that I will never forget
Irish Gaelic terms of endearmentFor friends, loved ones and lovers.Irish Gaelic terms of endearment by Fionn-the-Bard
❥ A chara: friend. In Irish, one of the most basic terms used in everything, from formal letter salutations to greeting cards.
❥ A mhac: literally means “son”, but is used where an English speaker might say “mate” or “dude”.
❥ Mo stór, mo stóirín: Literally “my treasure”, "my little treasure".
❥ Mo thaisce: Also “my treasure”.
❥ Mo leanbh: Literally “my child”. (special note: this one often gets transcribed as “alanna” in Irish songs).
❥ A chara mo chléibh: My bosom friend.
A Writer's Journal: Catachresis“The slow leaves recall a child who gravelyA Writer's Journal: Catachresis by Frank-Jaspers
Dreams vague things he cannot understand.”
Jorge Luis Borges
Catachresis, also called an implied metaphor, is the twisting of a word from its proper application to an improper one.
More specifically, we may define four basic types of misapplication:
Stretching the meaning of a word or phrase to its limits.
Replacing an easily understood word with an ambiguous synonym.
Replacing an expected word with a half rhyming word.
Using an incorrect word when there is no suitable word available.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Shakespeare
Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon’s purse. Shakespeare
… take arms against a sea of troubles. Shakespeare
The voice of your eyes is deeper
A Writer's Journal: HypallageBut, in truth, I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking.A Writer's Journal: Hypallage by Frank-Jaspers
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Acrid love has swollen me with intoxicating torpor.
O let my keel burst! O let me go into the sea!
Hypallage (also called ‘transferred epithet’) is the transfer of an adjective from one noun to another in a sentence. For example, ‘the insane man must have eaten a mushroom’ uses ‘insane’ to correctly describe the man. However, if we were to say ‘the man must have eaten an insane mushroom’ it would be an example of hypallage.
The best creative use of the device comes when an unexpected connection can be derived from it. In particular, a person’s feelings or actions can be connected to nature or to inanimate objects in a brief, energetic sentence without resorting to metaphor or personification. Example 3, below, demonstrates this.
A Writer's Journal: The Use of Repetition 1I celebrate myself, and I sing myself,A Writer's Journal: The Use of Repetition 1 by Frank-Jaspers
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. (Walt Whitman)
In the next two journals, I will be covering a large number of devices in a small space. I do not believe these devices are difficult to understand, although they may be very difficult to master. Most writers employ one or more of these devices regularly, and some of the very best poets —Walt Whitman, for example— use them obsessively. If you pick a random poem by Whitman you will likely find one of these devices used in it.
Some of these devices are used to bring a lyrical quality to a piece. Some are used to reinforce concepts with variation. Others are used to demonstrate various shades of meaning a concept or word can have in relation to other things. Whatever the intent, the results can be highly effective.
Bookman's CrusadeTo write is to delveBookman's Crusade by Jack-Gow
Deeply into your soul,
With a pen as the helve
That makes you whole.
Is to delight,
Filling the night
With glorious light
Finding words to excite
Despite those contrite
Outright blights who fight
And spite the sight of might.
For no knight
To recite and ignite
The backbiting benight.
To write is to invite
The world to right.
To write is to mellow
Saying what you must
So you can love each fellow
Until you are dust.
World FusionIn a very old city,World Fusion by LadyLouve
Made of dusk and dust,
Lived a man, kind and bitty,
That played a violin with disgust:
Iii, Iii, Iii, Iii
"Everyone plays a violin
And I am so upset
I am so very tired!
Something new must I set!"
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
He found a plane
He got a ride
And so the bitty man said
"New music I'm goin' to find!"
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
He got to a new land,
Made of sun and gold
And there within the sand
He heard a different sound
"Boom Da Boom Da Boom"
"Who is there, making that noise?
Sounds like elephants passing by!
Please come with me, please enjoy
As we travel, as we fly!"
Iii Boom Da Boom Iii
They played together,
To a new land
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
Suddenly they heard
A terrifying sound!
From the depths of Earth
Came a powerful howl!
"What may this be?
It's so natural, so strong
We certainly agree
To invite the player to join our song!"
Iii Boom Da Boom Wooooh Da Boom
And so this new player,
Surprised but happy,
Joined the travelers
HopeHere is a world that vexes us soHope by SAASANTMTHEE
It's cold and it's lonely and refuses to grow
And as darkness hangs over there's just one thing to know
And that's hope
Here is a people that now looks away
So introverted are they that the living could not stay
They're all so divided and despised for what they say
And it's saddening to know that this is the world today
But just that one thing is all it takes to keep anguish at bay
And that's hope
Here is a community with closed eyes
That has become so blinded that it can just despise
All that vehemence is directed unto the social ties
Despite how many just want to lift the veil from the lies
Or wipe away the blanket that has covered us our entire lives
Clean the slate of an oppression that's taken us by surprise
There's nothing surprising those who've lost their gaze
For in this short time, counted not in years but in a daze
So many choose to live for themselves outside the rotting haze
But realise that this is just the first to lead the phase
Milling Golden RiceGolden rice could save a million lives in third world countries,Milling Golden Rice by badspoon
But we aren't sure if GM crops are ethical
We know the AIDS virus kills people without discrimination,
But we allow a Church leader to say condoms are sinful
We watch on the news as people die in natural disasters
Then turn off the news, it's depressing.
This piece does not contain a poetic sense of right and wrong
Today I asked my father 'What is the worst thing you've ever seen?'
to which he replied 'Women being raped while being fed into saw mills in Bosnia'
and that, dear poets and dear judges, is why we need world fusion,
to mill golden rice.
FireWe are stuck in a dark hole.Fire by Strong-suit
It is deep
it is filled with loneliness
it is empty.
This is our brain without inspiration.
But when an idea is pondered upon,
it is like striking a match to dry wood;
everything becomes en-flamed with its furious being.
It consumes, it swallows a mind whole,
but we like it.
Although sometimes we become hurt by its power,
we are given the power to spread its light to others.
This idea has the fighting strength to crush an empire,
the will to destroy a man
the audacity to seduce a lover
the knowledge to teach others
and the power to inspire
and spread this flame to others.
We, we the scribes and
the writers and
the journalists and
the poets have the power to control these flames
to record them
and manipulate them into
a manuscript that is praised throughout the centuries,
a letter that fuses world powers together
a poem that makes two into one
and a telegram that causes unrest.
We bring many together for a common cause,
and can tear them apa
Sonic Curse Kapitel 11 (Vorschau)In Soras Obhut (Spezialkapitel)Sonic Curse Kapitel 11 (Vorschau) by RubintheHorse
Es war bereits dunkel, als Sora mit dem schlafenden Reflect in ihrer Heimatwelt Akurio ankam. Adermillionen Sterne glitzerten am Fundament auf und obwohl die Füchsin schon eine Menge von ihnen besucht hatte, gab es noch unzählbar viele für sie zu erkunden. Jeder Planet hatte sein ganz individuelles Aussehen und Bewohner. Sie war schon von einigen sehr begeistert gewesen, doch auf der Erde und Sonics Heimatplaneten wurde sie am häufigsten gebraucht. Vor allem die Menschen machten sich so viele unnötige Probleme, die Bewohner anderer Welten nicht einmal für wichtig empfunden hätten. Aber gerade deswegen fand Sora sie auch so interessant.
Schon bald erreichte sie den ihr vertrauten steinernen Weg zu ihrem Elternhaus. Sie wusste gar nicht, wie lange es eigentlich her war, dass sie ihre Familie zuletzt gesehen hatte. Die Zeit verging einfach zu schnell. Vor dem Haus befand sich ein gepflegter Garten mit mehreren Blumenbeeten
Sonic Curse Kapitel 15: Teil 2Bruchstücke der Erinnerung Teil 2Sonic Curse Kapitel 15: Teil 2 by RubintheHorse
„Wir haben einen Denkfehler gemacht“, fiel mir auf. „Ich denke, ich habe schon mal etwas ähnliches gesagt, aber wie soll Shadow Energie regenerieren oder von den Ringen annehmen, wenn er selbst keine mehr hat?“ „Das hast du und es klingt einleuchtend“, bestätigte meine Freundin. Ich lies etwas von meiner beziehungsweise Martins Energie in Shadows Körper fließen. Wieder reagierte das Zeichen auf meinem linken Arm und sendete Stromstöße durch meinen Körper. Diesmal war ich halbwegs in der Lage das Gefühl zu unterdrücken. In dem Moment kam Mona zurück und deutete auf Martin. „Warum liegt er jetzt auf dem Boden und das in derselben Pose wie der Igel? Soll das irgendwie lustig sein oder so? Ihr seid irgendwie alle verrückt.“ Sie fuhr sich durch das Haar und strich es von den Stirnfransen bis zum Ende des Pferdeschwanzes glatt. „Dann passt du ja
Why? (Japanese version with edits)なぜ？Why? (Japanese version with edits) by InaT01
La leyenda de Bluuberwolf: OrigenCuenta la leyenda que hace mucho tiempo, cayó un cometa a la tierra, en su interior se encontraba la descendiente del Sol; una pequeña loba de un blanco deslumbrante, con melena y cola de intensas llamas de los colores de la vida, sus ojos, contenían la oscuridad y la luz que se encuentran en la galaxia.La leyenda de Bluuberwolf: Origen by Bluuberwolf
Aunque su presencia era fascinante, no era más que un cachorro, aun le quedaba mucho por ver y aprender; se dice que ignoraba completamente su origen, pero sabía cuál era su propósito, proteger aquel planeta a toda costa.
Así pues, como cualquier otro ser en un lugar desconocido, su curiosidad despertó y empezó a investigar; no tardó en darse cuenta del gran poder que poseía y el cual aún no sabía controlar. Por esto, comenzó a tener problemas con los humanos y a menudo escapaba de ellos por miedo, pero en su interior sabía que debía conocerlos mejor.
En una de estas veces, una chiquilla fue tras ella,
Dear Future Lover IIDear Future Lover,Dear Future Lover II by MysticFay
You will see the sun in me when no else can
And feel warmth in my laughter, the heat of us together
You might want me to kiss you and forget, don’t worry
(I’m good at that)
Breathe into my lips, I’ll exhale your escape
But if you find, you want to know me more
That you want to waste your precious time
Being less a lover and more a friend
I won’t know what to say, I won’t know what to do
If you look too closely, you will see the fear in my eyes
And hear the dull thud of my heart
And my shrill intake of breath
If you reach out and touch me unguarded
You’ll cut yourself on my jagged edges
I could hurt you, then bathe you in anxious tears
You will see the ugliest parts of me expressed by the scars on my skin
And the worry lines around my sleepless eyes
And how my teeth have clenched themselves to bits
You could be carried away in my rolling seas
For the sun you saw in m
Under a spreading chestnut treeAcross the ages of history, I loved you and you loved me,Under a spreading chestnut tree by letmechooseaname
Through pain and agony, we endured and became free,
Seasons passed and suddenly, my sad life turned into a melody,
Peace never lasts in history, my cup was full but now it's empty,
After many casualties, everything fell in misery,
You didn't see the best in me, you stole my heart and destroyed me...
"Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me"
The painter of sun-crossed womenThe painter of sun-crossed womenThe painter of sun-crossed women by Rafarocs
was finally brought home yesterday.
He was like the moonlight,
with his long gray hair
with his silver beard of dust and soot.
He was never loved as a person
only as moonlight,
only as solitude.
And he worshipped no one,
though he often spoke of love
within his paintings.
It was raining
at the hour of his last farewell.
He exhaled his stamp of cancer in the canvas,
and his watercolor puddles dimmed
The painter of sun-crossed women
finished his last sketch in desperation
and he left his paintings
to whoever had the walls
to hold them up.
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