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Head over heelsThey say you shouldn't give up something goodHead over heels by MindSoulBody-Believe
to find better
You were good,
but I gave you up for what ever
I miss you now
I need you now
I want you now
I could say it again and again
You were right,
me and him did fight
You're going back,
but I won't meet you down the track
not so far atleast
We're in different continents
even if you go back
we'll still be thousands of miles apart
I scarred you when I did
because of what I did
because of all I fibbed
I can apologize over,
over and over
but I was around you long enough to know
you wouldn't trust an old lover
I made a mistake
I didn't know what was at stake
I know I messed you up
I just want to try and fix you up
You might not see this... Never
but in my heart is where you'll always be... Forever
I'm afraid of it now more than I ever was,
because when you're around I don't need a drug to sore high
Our MomentShe lay there in his arms for what she knew would be the final time. The last few moments that would be truly theirs. The warmth of his skin, the look in his eyes, the feel of his touch, every one of these she would miss. He too looked on her for his final time, as they sat listening to a distant aeroplane in the sky. The room was dark, only illuminated by a low, flickering street light outside, its mumbling buzz just audible over their heavy breathing. She moved her head slightly, resting her head on his bare chest. They began remembering all the moments they had shared in this city. The day they met; his asking for directions to classes three years ago. The time not long after that he'd plucked up the courage to ask her on a date, his was so nervous he tripped over his words so many times she had to ask him to repeat himself. The first time they shared a kiss atop of the abandoned church on the hill, its bell tower a perfect view over the city. She could still remember the cold nightOur Moment by maxaxe
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Lions on AcidCake consumes cob:Lions on Acid by axes4six
it's a natural order from the deities of tobacco.
Faith dies when it won't come true.
It's hard to tell what came and what we simply never knew
If I saw you right now, I'd pretend we were red soda again.
I'd tell you stories about ponies and plants and perfume and
I'd lick the sticky, icky essence of your mind. It's rather
that you didn't kill yourself
Because, we are men.
That means that if you were dead,
I'd dance around in a kilt like a man waiting for
cannons and barets
and time to reverse so that
You and I were just lonely like lions and
did you know they were lonely?
Kings and things….
Pegasi with fucked up tails and crisply burnt wings,
dying and dyeing.
Don't remind me why. It's november
in my heart.
It gets too cold when we remember
that we may not be human.
I don't feel like I fit the description.
I can twist the tippy top of my toes until the
Our Island of Trees, Part 1Our Island of Trees, Part 1 by maxaxe
"I never wanted any of this to happen."
Two school boys sat on their secondary school playing fields, enjoying the warm, if not rare, British summer. Both around fifteen years old, they have known each other longer than either of them cared to remember, neither one had really changed all that much since they'd met all those years ago in primary school, both remained immature, unsure and relatively uncaring of the future and most of all concerned only with their own enjoyment. The first, Aaron, was the smarter of the two, although brilliant, he rarely used it, only in times that he could get a laugh from his student audience would he be bothered to tap into his mind. He was tall and well built, he'd been asked many a time to play on sports teams throughout his school years, and declining them all under the simple notion that it would require time and effort, only the former would he have in abundance. He was most noted by his other classmates as being a comic and clown, but one that w
Poetry Commissions Open, October 2013Greetings and Salutations, Everyone!Poetry Commissions Open, October 2013 by Jeanneau-La-Pin
Taking a page from my youngest daughter, who is also a member on this rather interesting site, I have also decided to start offering literary commissions, in my case: Poetry.
I have been writing in general for a good many years, and even longer where my poetry is concerned, having published a book of original French poetry just a few years ago (and I will post the cover to and Amazon.com link within my gallery a bit later, for anyone interested within purchasing it - Those who can read/understand French, that is ).
A few, more recent examples are already within my gallery, and I will place here, as well.
There is honestly no form I do not or cannot do, except perhaps Limericks, I suppose.
My information is as follows:
POETRY FORMS, WORD COUNT LIMIT OFFERED, and PRICES
I FellI fell down into a hole of despair,I Fell by HakunRyozaku
and felt a pain that no one can bear.
Lost in the dark and stuck without a way,
I feel less pain the longer I stay.
My feelings and emotions are slowly numbing,
my hopes and my dreams are already crumbling.
I fell down and now I can't get back up,
now all I can see is a half empty cup.
Lost my strength and lost my will,
all I can do now is just stay still.
I look up to see the bright eyes,
staring at me while my soul slowly dies.
One step and another yet I still can't see the light,
another step, and I fall back into the night.
Here is a darkness I cannot stand,
my hope is holding on by the last strand.
Someone save me before I completely lose my way,
please don't leave me here for another day...
-Coffee Eyes- (2010)I’m disappearing, becoming transparent like a ghost-Coffee Eyes- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
I’m vanishing, vanishing
Dissolving into the black starless night
of which I know, there is no return
Like sugar drowning in black coffee the color of your eyes
I can’t breathe, I’m burning
But I don’t care, I don’t care
There is a dawn in sight beyond the pain in my heart
A sunrise more brilliant than any other is mine for the taking
After being in the rain for so long
Won’t it be beautiful?
I’m disappearing, becoming transparent like a ghost
I’m vanishing, vanishing
Becoming one with the blue sky
Swimming through the clouds
It’s cold like your incredible mocking smile
Tingling down my spine, electrocuting my limp heart
Don’t walk by pretending we’ve never met
If our eyes should meet though I’ll be sucked in
I can’t breathe, I’m frozen
But I don’t care, I don’t care
Spring will come even if the frostbite remains
I will bear th
-Laura From Now On- a short story-Laura From Now On- a short story by AlyssaStehle
She flexed her tender aching wings in her sleep. I can’t reach the place where she lays. Reality is such a flexible thing. It changes person to person. What matters is how reality is perceived. Even so, I cannot escape my own reality. I can bend it, and bend it, but it will never be broken. I have an insatiable yearning to shatter this world. I reached though the smoky images floating seconds away. I was reaching for her. She stirred once more and sent ripples though time. Ah, Iris, you’re so beautiful. You don’t know it, but you are.
I curse myself every time this happens. I torture myself. I talk down to myself. I hate myself. I’m so gluttonous. How many innocents must I sacrifice before I am appeased? I don’t know. I can’t stop. I can’t remember when it started. Every time it starts I say, “This will be the last
-Enchanting Voice- (2009)Your enchanting voice-Enchanting Voice- (2009) by AlyssaStehle
Whispered softly through the shadows
You were casting a spell on me
Making me forget all the painful days
The days sunk in murky water
My precious illusions
Reflected on the surface
My enchanting voice
Echoed from your hearts inferno
Telling you all the things you long to hear
I was casting a spell on you
Making you remember all the gentile days
The days lost in moonless nights
Your deceiving shadows
Stretched across the floor
-The Golden Window- 2010With my dazed dreamy eyes-The Golden Window- 2010 by AlyssaStehle
I saw only one thing
Through the blue winter blur
There was a window of gold
Hanging against an unfitting background
I wonder what magic is done in that room
Across the snow laden street
No one can say
Enveloped in sleepy thoughts
And the warmest blankets
It’s the window to a golden season
Not so far away
Across the green fields of budding life
And pink tulips swaying on the breeze
There’s a warmer destination beyond the rain
I’m swallowed by the half remembered memories
And the careless laughter that lit up the sun
Flooding my dreams once again
If only I could go back to that time
When every thing was right
If only I could open that window
The golden window
Hangs in the icy lavender dawn
Like the twinkling memories
Of my heart’s first awakening
Beneath the blinding shards of show
Lays all the kisses never had
-Peppermints and Rain- (2009)Follow the leader to this sacred place-Peppermints and Rain- (2009) by AlyssaStehle
Where the high up electric wires criss-cross the perfect sky
I’ll share these super strong peppermints
And you’ll feel this ice cold fire in your mouth too
Although the aftertaste is a little bitter it’s still good
That sweet, sweet melody from just over there
You can hear it right? You can feel it in your chest can’t you?
That green, green grass that grows so far away
With all the blades individually beckoning you to come forth
You’ll go there and you’ll see
It’s the same grass that ran beneath your feet
Your heart may be dancing like a flame
Brightly, painfully, without stop, without reason
The smoke may burn your eyes and make you lose control
But it’s not from any weakness
Because even the most perfect days turn to night
That drum, that tuneless music is rumbling thunder
Dark gray clouds will take this beautiful sky away
Soon all the flames that brought you so much agony
They’ll be wa
-Newborn Star- (2009)Your lonely tear became a nameless star-Newborn Star- (2009) by AlyssaStehle
Looking at it directly it’ll disappear
Going alone to that sacred place
That dark world so far from here
Make a wish on that newborn star
Then your mind will always stay clear
That small quivering light
Far away on the other side of fear
Believe in its power to overcome night
You’ll be with the one you hold dear
Until that wonderful day arrives
I will always be near
ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter EightBy the next day of school, everyone had forgotten that I was walking around with a white cane. I found it hilarious because all they could talk about was Jason Gallagher. Rumors spread like crazy after word got out that he was suspended for a week.ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter Eight by jfrobbins
“I heard he was kicked off the football team!”
“Wasn’t he expelled for bullying that disabled kid?”
“I heard he’s been transferred to that school for under-achievers!”
Having all the attention directed away from me felt nice, although everyone still referred to me as “the disabled kid.” The only person that seemed to mind that I was called that was Alex.
I was just glad she had a week without that jerk bothering her.
Sensory Awareness was next on the agenda. The idea behind it was to use my other senses to recognize objects, sounds, and even smells. I told her that I was convinced I didn’t have a sense of smell, which sort of disappointed her, but she wanted to try it anyway.
ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter NineTactile recognition was the worst part of Sensory Awareness. The point was to recognize objects by their texture and shape, including labels on things like measuring cups and clothing. Alex decided to join me on the lesson and grew worried it took me almost three times as long as her to recognize a piece of Velcro. Of course, I was blindfolded the entire time. Alex closed her eyes when she joined in.ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter Nine by jfrobbins
She decided to take an early break when my frustration hit its peak. We were in the middle of telling the difference between soft Velcro and felt. I peeled my blindfold away and found that I got the two mixed up every time.
“Do you have feeling in your fingertips?” She asked.
“I do. They’re just calloused.” I extended both hands to her and wiggled my fingers. She felt them and tilted her head to one side.
“Is that from playing piano?”
“It’s from playing guitar and ukulele.”
“I’ve always wanted to play ukulele!”
ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter TenMy first experience with Alex’s “Stress Management” lesson was worse than all the times I had to put the blindfold on combined. To be fair, she set a stage where I could talk about anything and anyone I wanted.ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter Ten by jfrobbins
We still went to portable one for our sessions. The white walls reminded me of a padded room in an insane asylum. There was that, and it only had the single window in the middle of the east wall.
Alex positioned two desks so they faced each other beforehand. The other desks were scattered along the walls. Even then, the room felt cramped.
“Come on, Roland.” She pleaded. “Can’t you think of anything that’s bothering you?”
“You hit the nail in the coffin,” I hammered an invisible nail in. “I have trouble thinking. There you go!”
She slipped into the role of a student-counselor. “What about our lessons? Are you applying everything you’ve learned until this point to your everyday life?”
Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 3Lavender the Fairy Princess - Chapter 3 by Lumenovus
A Beautiful Friendship Begins
Like my mother, I almost always kept my wings tucked away. They were somewhat weak from lack of use. Not so with my legs. Since I ran or walked almost everywhere I went, my legs were strong and quick. I’d never raced anyone, but would bet good money I could outrun anyone in the kingdom, man or woman. So I ran back to the dance, a little thrill traveling through me for being able to do something for this mysterious stranger. For being able to do something for anyone, really.
Everyone at dances always treated me as invisible. Instead of hurting my feelings, it came in useful for once. I wouldn’t have to explain to anyone where I was taking all the food. I also grabbed Lumenovus a seed husk full of wine.
When I returned to him I was red-faced and out of breath, bearing a small feast.
“Did you run?” he asked in di
-The Light Butterflies Lagoon- (2010)That sacred place beyond the reach of light-The Light Butterflies Lagoon- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
Holds the answers to all the gently concealed mysteries
Somewhere between the stars and orange clouds of cosmic dust
There is a shadow deeper than any other
It’s begging quietly to be explored
My bones may shatter and my body may be torn apart
But the sigh in my breath, and the joy in my trembling voice
Those are my indestructible talismans
I resembled a computer, broken and tattered
Trailing colorful wires from my head like ribbons
I looked down at the motionless form in my arms
And I realize that it’s not really me anymore
The group of mannequin people without faces
Chattered endlessly and silently, but I understood
They guided me through the wastelands
Because even an unpleasant memory deserves to be remembered
The myself that slept lifelessly in my arms wasn’t so heavy
It was empty after all
Somewhere along the way I was distracted by a fleeting sound
Passing through the thick jungle air, drifting over gleaming waters
This Becomes All That We AreWe are the sand in the river of life,This Becomes All That We Are by Paul-1485
Rolling and washing around
Our submerged minds find it hard
To stay firmly gripped on something solid,
To stay where we are best,
And the daylight is often too real
And harsh for our simple tri-colour eyes.
Can the river ever win the race with the Salmon,
Is this a lost letter from afar?
Unleashed beasts with no name,
See them roam the fields and
Woods of this land, in hunt for food,
Their fur is thick and it shines
With the song of the warm sun,
A sweet gentle summer lament.
Point to your favourite point,
The compass encompasses the grey city,
That in turn swallows the country around it,
And litter now lays where flowers once grew,
All along the roads and wastelands of rubble and glass.
Point to your favourite stone,
Upon the horizon we melt,
Thus a leaf is cast free upon the winter breeze,
Cascading down through the bare trees,
A silent memorial of what we once knew,
Where we once trod, along and in line,
A place now forgot, hidd
-Goodbye- (2009)That street I thought I knew so well-Goodbye- (2009) by AlyssaStehle
Turned out to be a dead end after all
The foggy memory took hold of the moon
And bit it in half
The rest of the town was sleeping
I’m sure no one else saw it but me
Through the haze of misguided clouds
I wonder if you ever watch me disappear
Bare feet slapping the pavement like warm rain
A flutter of white breathing off into the distance
Holding my breath, I’ll keep running
Round the corner with the wind whispering in my ears
Beneath the abandoned lamppost
Chasing your shadows, past and present
Through the twisted streets I see in my dreams
Always slick with midnight rains
There, in the heart of my dreams
Every mystery-laden road leads to your door
Every door opens your heart
It’s a place where there is no goodbye
Precious Fishprecious fishPrecious Fish by After-Eden
that I ask for by name;
solidifying in my gut
helping me grow gills
I cry for you
my language a fit of bubbles
mess of sardine cans
I walk leg for leg until I crumple into fins
That I may never walk again suits me fine
if I might only spot your love torn face,
see the weaving of water lilies
graceful and dreaming of me
-Voiceless- (2010)I find myself tripping along in a defective love-Voiceless- (2010) by AlyssaStehle
In the rapidly disappearing sunlight
I ran through a maze of crackling autumn corn
With the moon’s pleasant half smile lighting the way
I wanted to scream your name
But you stole my voice not so long ago
With your piercing glance that squeezes my heart
Making me forget all words
I’m voiceless, simply voiceless
The songs I wanted to sing in honor of you
Will be sung by the wind and stars
Tripping along this uneven road
With a smile that would put a clown to shame
Listening to my favorite song top volume
I got in the mood to run down this hill
Stomping loudly, rattling my teeth
All this happiness after one brush with you
I want you to scream my name
Just once, loudly from the end of the hall
Spinning in place with my hair bleached white from the sunlight
Return my voice properly with a kind phrase
Say something, say anything, say something to me
*Seeking Redemption*Perished dreams six feet deep*Seeking Redemption* by Delice1941
Moonlight torment, spirits weep
Dead tears shed, petrified
Vision no longer starry-eyed.
Blue, grey shadows softly sigh
Dead of night, morbid sky
Gravestones dominate terrain
Alive with humanities endless pain.
Elaborate place of ancient dead
Loving tributes seldom read
Mausoleum, lonely grave
Stagnant state, distinct malaise
Ancient whisper speaks of sorrow
Palpable sadness no tomorrow
Grey shadow gone, soul does fly
Redemption found, final goodbye.
*The Crypt*Vampire crypt, eternal sleep*The Crypt* by Delice1941
Decades pass mold does creep
Where time no longer has a place
Dormant bodies beyond embrace.
Lured to sleep in timeless portal
Ancient ones who are not mortal
Vampire hunter with garnet eye
Showed no mercy, they did die.
Millennium passed they're not missed
Secret lost like morning mist
Crypt is safe, but who knows where?
Dormant fury caught in snare.
Sonnet VEndless sanguine Time, wilt thou breathe cold air,Sonnet V by JaySpeirs
Thou, whose everlasting presence remain,
Shalt chill the memories of one so fair,
Raining snow flakes upon love's burning flame.
Art thou so base to aptly extinguish?
That which keeps me in the stillness of night,
So fondly spent hath slowly diminish'd,
My love, My day, surely you hath no right.
Of the dying year, when time is no more,
Rest assured, when you cease and resting be,
I will need my love more so than before,
To hold in my arms what God hath made me.
Do not steal away my heart's true treasure,
She who I hold beyond all times measure.
the future is lacedi. his eyes are blood shot red, glassy, abhorrent. his nails bite into the skin of my arm, marking me. digging marks that are less permanent than the ones he's dug into my mind. it grows uncomfortable. i pull my arm away. his nails bite harder.the future is laced by GothicSocks
ii. calculative. controlled. that's how he always made me out to be. "do you ever feel? do you ever lose your mind?" he had asked me once. yes. the world is spinning way too fast.
iii. his breath is thin, papery, stale. his lips cracked and the skin destroyed from his constant picking. his scratched finger tips run over the rugged skin. he's changed from biting into my skin, to now grasping it. holding onto me as if he's holding onto the line straight to my soul. do we have souls? we're said to have them. it is said that we are created from dust and divine breath. dust is rancid, dry, dirty. tasteless. is that what we are? dirty? tasteless? past its best? he always brought out the worst in humans. said we're nothing, hopeless. but as i sat and w