wisdomwalking from creek bedwisdom by thetaoofchaos
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..
the purchasing power of human soulsI amthe purchasing power of human souls by DSteffi
o v e r,
in every which way
with the charred
of the last
of my split-ends
I could turn
into the most
pluvial little cloud
when my psyche goes
and that’s when
it’s not forcing me
to become poetic.
How poignant it all is,
the divided reveries
of opposite emotions
Butterfly Princess (CinderElla)Butterfly Princess (CinderElla) by Everlasting90
Oh, Ella. Dear Cinderella
Sweet little caterpillar moving through life
Determined and patient soul, kind and sensitive girl
You keep on pushing through despite the predators around you.
Oh, Ella. Dear Cinderella.
Sweet little caterpillar you will be no more
A chrysalis of stardust, bright pink to lavender blue
will surround you until you are the butterfly you're destined to be.
A Princess you will be for one night. A Queen you will be forever.
the lessonFollowing the last communiquethe lesson by thetaoofchaos
of any order
we'll not find a posteriori death
no grand apocalypse
carried off in bits by ants
or hurtling beside us
like dark matter twins
nestled in our bullet blue capsules
fighting us for singular dimension.
Under stones, behind the clouds
sleeping in fire, circling in bodies
we'll turn over nothing in nothing
that doesn't lead the way to these:
of my judas tree;
I would have you do thisHere.I would have you do this by thetaoofchaos
this is your prayer
your mantra, your news.
I leave it as I found it, papering in the streets.
as godless a truth as you will know
it’s still a ghost of a dream
smaller than theories of infinite resolution.
you will believe it because it has no industry
no acolytes or storefronts.
it’s not an embezzlement of fascination
or confabulation of missing histories.
you will not doubt its truth because your design is hollow
the space inside your car
the adventitious spine that vials through the weeds
the ice of march on adam’s needle
the ants, crickets, beetles under sandstone
waiting in a music box for the catalysts to wake
and split them out into the breen.
you will speak of your awareness
without knowing what inhabits it
like a colour that doesn't hum
or passing through a future forest
of apparitions in bald park meadows
While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's DayI’m sure of nothing, no one;While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's Day by thetaoofchaos
we’ll never be ourselves.
Our lone device is left to searching
through bins and vessels
on drives and circles
one by one, houses upon houses
secreting pills and thoughts and air
behind their stealthy doors and bellies.
I stab into each of their ugly little anthems.
What is mine?
What is mine.
Windows caught on Christmas trees
the pale hypnosis of television
bleeding through curtains drawn to a slit.
What dares to go on living in there?
Dawn comes drunk and begging
shrill and shameless, undiscerning
‘till the string breaks high above the plains
‘till it’s engorged on everything
the hairline crack in a potted blue sage
the lip of the gutters haunted by cats.
Houses are holding things close to their lungs
moistened in darkness, a glorious sadness
that no one's allowed. Left out! We're left out
of unholy communions, distensions of time.
I've only the rumors to cradle my demons
and only your face, sw
SchijtIn bathroom hoursSchijt by thetaoofchaos
I attempt to live, pretend
the fiery grackles with their lizard hearts
clinging like devils to the front yard oak
are never the worst that they have done;
they give as they have gotten.
The highpoint sun, my closet door,
the window sill, all brook together,
wide-eyed, murmuring amnesiacs
in the throes of an instant opera.
I dream of stony wisdom.
Oh, how I've burned
through her weeping silhouettes
a perpetual abrasion
on the softest parts of it.
I wonder, in whose image?
The concrete scarcely
covers up my industry
and hindsight is a ghost
who sours my endeavors.
But I will make it better.
Encounters at TrukEncounters at TrukEncounters at Truk by uglygosling
Maresa was the matriarch of the community of mermaids and mermen who called Truk home. The waters of the lagoon, the shallow waters of the coral reef that surrounded it, and the deeper waters of the ocean beyond provided the resident Mers with all the bounty they needed for a prosperous life. Food both plant and animal to eat for sustenance, colorful pearls, flowers, and more for decoration, even shells to allow the mermaids, both young and older, to 'cover up' for decorative as well as modesty purposes. Most did, even though they were not required to do so. Usually only nursing mermaid mothers went 'topless' but it was rare for anyone, male or female, to not wear some form of decoration.
Older Mers were much respected within each Mer colony for their wealth of knowledge, and the Mers of Truk were no exception. The youngest Mers, and sometimes their parents, often turned to their elders when they had a question or were in need of advice. What plants tha
White RoomAll was white and clinical.White Room by writerELEASE
"Just lay back and relax," he told her.
All was hot and cynical.
She glanced sideways, saw her mother's face.
"And breathe," he said again, snapping on some gloves. Martha squeezed her eyes shut.
I don't want to ever open them again!
"You can stop if you want," her mother told her, more urgent than comforting. Martha's eyes flew open. Her jaw clenched.
"No," she said, mustering all the strength she had for that one word. Her mother released her hand and leant back into her chair.
All was white and clinical.
Martha resorted to staring at the ceiling.
All was hot and cynical.
The gentle sucking sound started. She jumped, and before her eyes,
every moonbeamevery moonbeam by herebewonder
Every moonbeam has a story.
A tale for every trip it makes to earth.
Every happy moment, every dark indulgence: all witnessed by the light of the moon.
In the morning, every moonbeam carries their tale back to the moon. They share what they have seen.
And the moon nods and listens. He does not judge.
(At least, he says he doesn’t.)
-Grown Up Child- a short story-Grown Up Child- a short story by AlyssaStehle
Don’t touch her, just don’t touch her. I know if I laid one finger on that phantom she’d melt away into the spinning scenery. That’s what I was screaming through my hazy dreaming thoughts. But she possessed me with her eyes and gripped my heart in her hands. Yes, in her hands was my own precious heart, never given to anyone, yet it was stolen right out of my ribcage. Only in a nightmare could that happen to me.
But she was glowing! A pale being of light in a darkened forest dead with fall. She was beckoning me from afar. How could a young man resist such an invitation? From the fairy queen no less! I reached out with my hand and with my heart. In that split second I was thinking ‘May God have mercy on my soul.’ Because I knew some irreversible sin was going to be committed. I didn’t have her. She had me. I was her pet, trapped in a birdcage. I could
Hitoshi Journal - Entry 10I am not sure if the chaos is truly over. A punctuated end if so. The swirling waves of tension seem to have been lifted but at what price? Hajime said that there will be great tragedy before complete resolution. Fate wasn't too kind to spare our hearts. It seems like someone wanted to get vengeance against Ren because of some of the things that had to be done. Unfortunately for Kin, someone couldn't tell the difference. It is well known that Shifters aren't to be gunned down. The size and power one of those contraptions needs to have to take a Shifter down in one shot isn't something that humans want other humans using against each other in a crowded city. That doesn't stop a sword or knife from passing through the cracks. Hajime commonly walks around with two swords, one on each hip, so it isn't a stretch to think there are others that do much the same. The twins weren't ready for the attack. From what Ren explained, they were drinking and celebrating the passing of this strange 'warHitoshi Journal - Entry 10 by pyra4eva
Hitoshi Journal - Entry 9Traveling has been harder. Mostly because of the shifts in power structures. Because of the added chaos, we have had a strange influx of 'guards'. Hajime had mixed emotions about it all, but the tigers have proved to be useful through most instances. Where they help keep things safe as they establish their own might, they help reenforce Katsu's power. There is a much larger buffer zone between us and the 'business'. Much more than usual but it is understandable. This has led to smaller crowds and more restricted views. Hiraku-sensei tries his best but he rather not have Kokoro be kidnapped by an opposing group. The governments can't help too much because of our Shifter status. How will humans fair against an army of Weretigers. There are many rules in many countries about these things. As Shifters, we must contain it ourselves. This helps to keep government treaties from falling apart and helps to keep Shifter issues contained. Each country has their own way of dealing with Shifters. AHitoshi Journal - Entry 9 by pyra4eva
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
LIF Snow Fall part 1LIF Snow FallLIF Snow Fall part 1 by Nbbren
[Mordecai, Rigby, and Thomas are eating breakfast. Benson walks into the room to get his coffee.]
Mordecai: Dude, now's your chance.
Thomas: I don't know.
Rigby: It's now your never.
Thomas: Alright, alright. Hey Benson.
[Benson is pouring himself coffee. He turns around when Thomas speaks his name.]
Thomas: Do you think... that maybe I can actually get payed?
Benson: Look Thomas, I'll be honest with you. [sits down in the same table as them] [Lie] You don't get payed until your third year.
Muscleman: [Walks into the room with High Five behind him] Hey bros, cold as hell out there.
[Benson looks out the window and see's it snowing.]
Benson: Huh, how did I not notice that? [Drinks his coffee]
Skips: Well, winter is finally here. Barely had time to prepare this year.
[Skips walks inside the kitchen. A noise is heard coming from the living room.]
Rigby: What was that?
[Mordecai sniffs the air.]
Mordecai: It's smells like someone's cooking in the living room.
Benson: We don't
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.
OTP Prompt |Prom?| Modern AU JayDoriWarning: BoyXboy, don't like, don't readOTP Prompt |Prom?| Modern AU JayDori by Kodi-Prime
Pairing: My own OCs, Jay and Dorian
I glanced up at the teacher once more, biting my lip. Although he’d given us permission to do our own thing, I felt a little guilty as I looked at my Nintendo DS under the table. It was registration time, and so we had about ten minutes until we had to leave for class. I glanced up at Jay, who was sat across the room from me, to see him immersed in his own DS.
My gaze was once more drawn to the electronic device in my hands upon hearing a beep, to see he had sent me a trade request. I accepted and frowned at my Pokémon team for a moment before selecting the Glaceon I’d been training up for the past few weeks. I quietly hummed to myself, a common nervous habit of mine, pouting a little. Prom was coming up, and as much as I wanted to go there was nobody who’d be willing to take somebody like me as his or her partner. I hadn’t even come out as liking men yet.
I looked down at t
BlameBlame,Blame by DarkriseDivine
'It's your fault that I am upset!' You annoyed me so much!' You made me cry!'
You know what, you don't force people to feel this way, you don't choose their emotions for them or literally make them feel that emotion. That is how they choose to respond. They choose to feel that emotion, not you. The amount of times when I used to be in situations when someone said to me 'you're p****** me off' or 'you're getting me really annoyed' when actually I had done nothing wrong, I was just being myself. When in that situation there is no way I would choose that emotion to feel if it were me. I mean I am not saying that you can do something horrible and blame them being upset on them but if people are getting upset for something that was a complete or innocent accident or for something that they don't need to feel like that then know that it is not always you're fault.
Too Close to TearsIt used to be we had so much to sayToo Close to Tears by vsyo-vremya
I always thought that love would last
And time would slip away
But now I'm only longing for
Those endless Summer days
As they fade to black
Wish I could have them back
It's funny how a day can change your life
Suddenly you realise
There's nothing left inside
Nobody wants to say the words
It's easier to hide
But I think you should know
It's harder to let you go
Now it's too late
We've gone too far
We lost it all along the way
There's no way back from where we are
One day I'm gonna laugh about it
Maybe I'll write a song about it
But I'm too close to tears
Too hurt to talk anymore
One day I'm gonna see you somewhere
And I'll look back without a care
But now I'm too close to tears
It's too bad we lost
I don't wanna talk about us anymore...
Cave Story With Lyrics: Song Of The MoonCave Story With Lyrics: Song Of The Moon by xandermartin98
Welcome to our world, in the stratosphere.
We've been waiting so long for a hero up here.
What's the matter, son? Do you fear the moon?
Well, there's only one way to reach heaven, you loon!
Look into your mind, look into your soul.
Find your inner passion and ignore your peril.
You will be our hero; that's our only promise.
Face your fears and climb this tower; please don't run amiss!
You are not alone! We are here for you!
We're the spirits of the children killed, by robotic men like you!
Show us all your strength, and your bravery!
And free our race from living life in slavery!
Welcome to the sky. You know how to fly.
You may be an android, but you are not a toy!
Death will soon rain down, on the world below.
If you let it, it will kill everyone you know!
You and Curly will find love when this is over!
Iron bonds like yours will never break, and moreover...
You are such a saint! You are hard to taint!
Therefore, we don't wanna see you flee!
under branches so oldlong lost wandererunder branches so old by Serendiipitii
falling asleep under branches so old
your feet are worn
your heart so heavy,
the theme of your mind, so overwhelming
casting longing glances o'er
the hills of your home;
ne'er to return.
Oh, once you may have been proud
a love returned, and hearth of your own
but strife has left you broken
with nowhere left to turn,
and so you call the branches of old
your house and hold ..
Black FridayJust turned eighteen, seems so unfair.Black Friday by NoctemScriptor
Her godly smile, her long straight hair,
the light in her eyes overthrew you.
“You should believe, but not to touch!”
The devil calls you on his march.
You let her meet your shadow, who outflew you.
I hanged, your trust, up on a tree,
but your denies were more than three.
No rooster sang the requiem to prove you.
“Over the void, I choose the cross!”
The length of distance for a heart at loss.
Just wash your hands and it won’t try to move you.
Over the mountain, heartfelt cries.
A tender lie, them crucifies.
This cruel sight has managed to bemuse me.
Three days to free the otherside.
My proof of love, its wounded side.
Come, touch, believe or else excuse me!
Depression, The TruthFor anyone who is going through, depression.Depression, The Truth by RoseMP3
Remember, I will always be there to talk for you.
After all, I have a heart for all of you.
For all of my life, I know you are not alone.
For you, it has been that dark.
But for me, I know how it feels...to be alone, to cry with no one around, and to cut out the feelings.
To be honest...hope is everywhere. Even when I felt like running away, all because I wasn't sure where do I belong.
Sometimes, it's good to be alone when we are just getting stronger, far away from the light that I never knew was buried through my heart.
I wanted to be a shadow because I was scared of my future, to accept the new me.
In my depression, I didn't realize hope was still with me.
So scared that I wanted to end MY suffering, like you (your name here ->) __________ . *hand over chest*
I felt hope even when I was alon
Wolf Children Review (Minor Spoilers)This review is based on an essay I wrote for my English 201 class during the Winter Quarter at community college. For this essay in particular, we had to write a critical review about some type of medium (Book, movie, restaurant, play, etc.). We had to write a clear opinion and support it with evidence from the experience. I actually requested this assignment to my professor and she happily accepted it.Wolf Children Review (Minor Spoilers) by nerdsman567
I really enjoyed writing this paper! It was a lot of fun to go back to this movie and analyze why I loved it so much. Now that my English course has officially ended and I prepare myself for Spring quarter, I figured no harm would come in sharing my review for the rest of the world to see.
The following review is the final draft I submitted for my English 201 course. My professor told me it was a very strong essay and it was a pleasure for her to read. I hope so for you, too!
Godzilla (2014) Review (Minor Spoilers) [REPOST]This is a repost of a review I wrote back in August of 2014. A few months after I posted it, I took it down because I wasn’t happy with it and I had left out some information I didn’t address in the initial review. The following review is my refurbished version; my “Extended Cut” if you will. Now that’s it’s been nearly a year since the film’s initial release, I’ve had plenty of time to properly plan things out. Now I’m ready to recollect my experience in its entirety.Godzilla (2014) Review (Minor Spoilers) [REPOST] by nerdsman567
As a kid in the mid 90’s and early 2000’s, there wasn’t any other character that I loved more than Godzilla. Godzilla was freaking awesome! The idea of a giant, fire-breathing lizard monster destroying buildings, wreaking havoc, and fighting other giant monsters really captured my imagination. I used to take my Godzilla action figure and have him trample over my army figures and Hot Wheels cars. Actually, the earl
Man about Man... Discourse 1Man 2: I've heard it said, we must accept one another for who we are.Man about Man... Discourse 1 by Brain-Dancer
Man 1: Tell me please, who is this 'we' you so dearly speak of?
Man 2: Why, the universal we, of course. We being all of mankind.
Man 1: It is obvious that all of mankind does not hold to this noble notion of which you speak. In fact most of mankind rejects this by their very action.
Man 2: Pray tell, what makes you think so?
Man 1: Just look around you. Most people don't accept themselves for who they are. An entire industry called Advertising banks on this every year. Peer pressure from the school yard to the office is alive and well. We,the universal we, for the most part look to fit in with those around us. Gangs wear the same colors and types of clothing, businesses have labeled this culture. From country clubs to churches, we try to find our place, apart from those that would make us feel uncomfortable.
Man 2: Yes, I understand that... but once we do, then
A Dazzling World Tour: Part 1A Dazzling World Tour: Part 1 by MagnificentSparkz
Full Summary: The Dazzlings are now grown up and graduating high school. Once they're offered a chance to become famous thanks to a high profile band manager, they take it, however, its a world tour! The Dazzlings are going to sing around the world and share their passion of music with fans from across the globe. Will Adagio and the girls lead their band to recognition, or will the fame and fortune pollute their minds and come crashing down.
Pairings: *Aria/Sonata* *Adagio/Sunset* *Flash/Twilight* <-----
Thanks For Reading
Adagio stared at herself as she looks at her reflection through her bedroom mirror. She was neatly dressed in her blue graduation robe. Her hair was straight and silky. Yes, today was the day. The day that all seniors at Canterlot High would graduate and final
Pretty Mermaids: SonataxAria Ch.3 (Final)Pretty Mermaids: SonataxAria Ch.3 (Final) by MagnificentSparkz
Thanks for your support
Enjoy the story...
I can't resist her... She's just so beautiful, her presence drives me crazy, She's the bee to my flower.
Rather than paying attention to the teacher's lecture on Trigonometry, Aria's mind was elsewhere, the purple girl was taking the opportunity to daydream at a certain roommate, who was in a different class.
She even has that dizzy face during class lectures, looking like she was about to fall asleep, regardless of her teacher's comments to stay awake, at this moment, Aria had an idea. She took out the phone in her pocket and began texting her special someone.
Sonata was in her class, taking notes and listening to her teacher intently, she was sitting at the back of the class so no one c
Lukewarm WineKnife vertical thrust between the temples.Lukewarm Wine by BackShelfSouvenir
Spoon dose twice a day ‘til the headache subsides, forget the forks.
Lukewarm wine; molding shape the bread.
Rooms in this home scatter like a lost pup circling the fire hydrant
while flames engulf the dollhouse mansion.
Went from running with a pack of wolves to cat napping without them.
*Ring ring* *Ring ring* *ring-*
I pick up the phone with a grown-up approach,
“Hi mom, I pulled a woman outta a hat and sawed her in half.”
She said, “That’s good, you’re always in my prayers.”
I said, “No, I’m always in the streets and now I’m on the run.”
She said, “I’ll talk with you next Sunday, I love ya, son.”
Boiling water and drops of blood dissolve………eventually.
(I wonder if I’ll float)
I’ll drown with a life jacket strapped on me.
(But I’m an angel, I swear to God)
I’ll fall with these wax wings attached to me.
Well, any ange
Demon Hunter's Guild Encyclopedia A-EAbada – small creatures that are the size of donkeys, but with the tail of a boar. They have two crooked horns that can act as an antidote to poison. These creatures were born of Heaven.Demon Hunter's Guild Encyclopedia A-E by TheRealYuma
Abel – the names humans have come to give the younger brother of Cain (see Cain) and youngest of Adam’s (see Adam) two sons. He was murdered by Cain out of jealousy. After this event, God (see God) filled the planet with different races of humans and brought Divines (see Divines) back to Earth.
Abyss – a portal to or from Hell that is connected to Earth.
Acheri – the malevolent ghost/spirit (see Spirit) of a little girl that brings sickness unto her victims. They come from the mountains and hilltops to bring sickness unto humans, particularly children. Elderly or other persons with low immune systems are particular susceptible. Acheri look like little girls, except they are thin, down to the bone, with dark or unnatural eyes. Magic blades and/or spirit wards are recommende
BibLITotheque 4: Stage Cues BibLITothèque 4: Stage CuesBibLITotheque 4: Stage Cues by akrasiel
Welcome to the fourth issue of BibLITothèque: the Writer's Library, in which we cover… *drumroll* live theatre and how it can improve your narrative prose!
Have you ever seen a live stage play? Whether you're a devoted fan, a thespian yourself, or you've never had the time or inclination to see a live performance, there's a lot to learn from theatre. When you're writing a story, you're the playwright, the director, the actors, and the crew. That's a big task! Let's take a look at some methods used in theatre to create engaging characters and scenes.
Before you start writing, you have to know who your characters are: how they act, how they move, their outlook on life, what they want. One very memorable thing I learn
BibLITotheque 3: Scene ChartingBibLITothèque 3: Scene ChartingBibLITotheque 3: Scene Charting by akrasiel
One-third of the way into NaNoWriMo! By this point you're probably thinking 'omg I wish I'd done more planning and given this monstrosity more structure,' right? Yeah, I'm with you. So let's talk about plotting your novel with scene charting.
Scene charting is exactly what it sounds like: building a chart that summarizes every single scene of your novel. You may have seen JK Rowling's chart for chapters 13-24 of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which doesn't list individual scenes but serves the same purpose. It's a good way to keep everything organized and review your story in a concise, manageable way.
What's in a scene?
A scene is a piece of the story where something changes. That's it. You probably need a location for logistical purposes, but you don't even need character
BibLITotheque 2: Fiction DictionBibLITothèque 2: Fiction DictionBibLITotheque 2: Fiction Diction by akrasiel
Welcome to the second issue of BibLITothèque: the Writer's Library!
This issue is going to sound oddly specific, but it's important for prose fiction (and narrative poetry!) I'm going to show you how to make appropriate word choices based on the setting and context of your story. First, take a moment to think about two elements of your work.
Setting: When and where does it take place? Do you want a certain feel to your setting? For example, Supernatural is a contemporary Western, while Firefly is a space Western. Both are very different from spaghetti Westerns with traditional cowboys.
Narrator: This might be your main character, a minor character observing the action, or an uninvolved character telling a story. These people all have their own voice, and word choice is critical in building a distinct, consistent narrative voice.
Got that i
Poem- untitled for nowStricken with the guilt and shame,Poem- untitled for now by SilentRainxvii
nothing like remorse to blame.
Tired of bleeding,
yearning the needing,
nothing heard and nothing spoken.
Nothing, my cold bones were broken.
Twice my havened soul was shattered,
shattered like it never mattered.
Take me once, throw me twice.
I’m no fool to mind’s advice.
Trifled and begotten, not.
Torn and tattered, dropped to rot.
What can save a tortured mindset
from its raving, blistering lock?
What can dispel once forever
something which I cannot talk?
If once spoken, throw me thrice.
Left to believe that one would listen,
lone to know that word’s what’s missing.
For no one knows.
No one sees.
No one goes
to hear my pleas.
Drop me here.
Leave me be.
By and within
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
A Irma MortaAcordo de repente, como se um grito estivesse preso na minha traqueia. Por um momento não sei onde estou, mas a luz da lua ilumina o pequeno quarto e começo a reconhecer as pequenas coisas a que já me fui habituando. As portas de papel, o chão de madeira, o pequeno colchão desdobrável forrado em risquinhas em que me deito. Reparo que num dos cantos do quarto estão os demónios. Estes acompanham-me desde a minha chegada a esta casa.A Irma Morta by LadyLouve
Cheguei aqui há uma semana, ou pouco mais. É a casa dos pais de M., onde ainda vive toda a família: estes, uma avó e cinco irmãs mais novas. Mas a casa é tão grande, espalhada em corredores de madeira, plataformas e jardins interiores, que nunca vi nenhum deles. Apenas M. está comigo e falamos de muitas coisas. Ao início falávamos sobre eles, os demónios. Mas agora já me habituei à sua presença e não se tocou mais no assunto. Eles vivem aqui, com
PrologoEste prólogo se utilizo con la base del capítulo XXVI de la novela Beyond The Dark PortalPrologo by Blueredor
Las crónicas de Azeroth
Ocho años después de la primera guerra (Año 600 según el calendario del rey)
La escena alrededor del Portal Oscuro es un caos total. Turalyon había dicho a sus tropas la verdad: Khadgar necesitaría defensa. Sólo que no se había dado cuenta de lo mucho que él y sus amigos podría defender al mago. Danath, Khadgar, Kurdran, y otros habían llegado antes que ellos y estaban luchando ferozmente su camino hacia el portal.
Desde el grupo ofensivo hay algunos que se destacan, los hombres usan la armadura de los soldados rasos y las mujeres usan las túnicas blancas de los clérigos con un tabardo a representar:
Teniente Farax Lionheart, 24 años guerrero humano con cabello castaño y cola de caballo, ojos verdes, armado con
Capitulo I - La luz del collarCapitulo I - La luz del collar by Blueredor
Sueños, visiones, profecías...pesadillas. Un alma amarilla en forma humana vive un sueño tranquilo en un lugar extraño. La escena es de un día soleado, un campo de largos pastos de un fuerte color verde, de repente aparece un fuerte destello, levanta su mano para cubrir el rostro de la luz, aunque no tiene ojos. La luz toma la forma de una mujer, pero como una que nunca allá visto antes, tiene cuernos en forma de una S apuntando al horizonte, una cola corta, y pezuñas pequeñas y delgadas. Siente su presencia...tan cálida, tranquila y hermosa. Es como si ella la conociera desde siempre, pero no la conoce.
"Por favor", la luz dijo con tristeza, "ayúdame, antes de que sea demasiado tarde".
Trata de responderla, pero nota que no tiene boca, por lo cual no puede hablar. De repente suena un fuerte rugido, uno que nadie puede reconocerlo tan fácilmente...
"(¿Un rugido de león?)", el alma dudo.
Sí, un león alado
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
.:kiss it all better:.Oh my child, do not cry..:kiss it all better:. by theolivethief14
I'll sing you a lullaby.
The Band-Aid has been applied,
and cuts are not forever.
Though it hurts a lot right now,
It soon will fade; I'll tell you how.
Bad things in life are so small,
While the good outnumber all.
Oh my child, do not weep.
I'll wipe away the tears that creep.
I'll hold you safe here as you sob;
The pain will soon be gone.
I tell you this because I know
After the rain is a rainbow.
Sunsets hide behind the clouds,
But they peek out from the dark shrouds.
Oh my child, do not cry.
I'll sing you a lullaby.
The Band-Aid has been applied,
and cuts are not forever.
Beauty will always win,
Even if you scrape your shin.
Tomorrow will always come,
It's a new day; don't be so glum.
Oh my child, do not weep.
I'll wipe away the tears that creep.
I'll hold you safe here as you sob;
The pain will soon be gone.
There is always room to hope,
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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