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The Reaper's LootOf war, of war this day I write,The Reaper's Loot by Mordial33
Of battle and blood that is shed in the night,
Of cries and screams of blood and pain,
I wish this night to become day's light.
The pain, the pain of the killing pursuit,
The scars etched upon berserker brutes,
The hate and fear of fire and lead,
I see the fruit of the reaper's loot.
Oh fire, oh fire and destruction's start,
Oh copper and lead seeking the foes' hearts,
Oh flesh and bone you sought to rend,
And as their souls depart,
The devil sees your new art.
My true love came ridingMy true love came ridingMy true love came riding by x-X-x-Lizard-x-X-x
Across the misty moor
And though the gale was howling
He rode steady, and sure
I huddled in my cloak
For I was cold and scared
But I could tell from his face
My fear was not shared
His confidence was appealing
I had quickly succumbed to his charms
And I wondered who had not
As I lost myself in his arms
And as I lay in my bed
It was him I thought of the most
Though some might think it quite strange
To fall in love with a ghost.
The TreatyThe Treaty by x-X-x-Lizard-x-X-x
"There is another option."
Lord Phillip, Privy Councillor and Chief Advisor to the King of Leira shifted his feet uncomfortably as he found himself affixed by a piercing blue stare.
"Pray, do enlighten me."
Julius let the man sweat for a moment, before flopping gracefully into a chair, and turning his gaze to the stained glass window. It lit his skin blue and green, flattering the classic profile that was the heartache of many a Lady at court.
Phillip released his breath as the weight of the King's attention weakened.
"Well, your Majesty... the situation is grave. Hexa is spoiling for war, and what with the Western rebellion and the cold blight on last year's harvest... we cannot afford to fight. Our soldiers are weary, our resources depleted-"
"Which is precisely why they choose now to strike." The King curled his lip. "Tell me something I don't know."
The grey-haired advisor gulped, and ploughed on
Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,Midnight Dance by EnchantedImagination
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.
Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.
Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fall into place,
Made real by the smile upon your face.
And as we dance,
Our minds filled with true romance,
I mirror your movements
As we step backwards and forwards
To the slow, steady rhythm inside our heads.
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Great mothGreat moth that I amGreat moth by After-Eden
my small black eyes bleary for the Moon,
holding you between my dew drop wings
I chirrup quietly to you
Moon, O' precious Moon
climb down from that untouchable sky
let my radio-wave antennas touch a glimmer of you
a crumb of the Moon is all I ask
beige and tan and buggy
all of my legs belong to you
demon Moon, honey Moon
Moon that God has deemed me too unworthy to taste
I am velvet, I am fur coats still breathing
you you you
Moon of my eyes
my minuscule, fleshy pink heart
this feather body that is pregnant with gold
please let my consuming want be enough for you
Old WolfOld wolfOld Wolf by After-Eden
Do not you give up on me,
you with the bare teeth and raw breath
your fur that is gloomy wet beneath my hands
I slowly uncoil my large intestine and feed it to you
My beautiful one,
strange animal of the North
We sit in tender silence
the crushing rain parades on beyond the field of trees and
this place smells like green tea brewing;
a hot house of earthy feelings and mixed emotions
Your company as real as love
I wait for you
do not you give up on me.
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
-Eyes Open-(2011)Moonlight, limelight-Eyes Open-(2011) by AlyssaStehle
Make me dizzy, make me drunk
Hold that flashlight in the sky
Midnight burglar, steal my soul in a blink
Set off no alarms
Throwing the covers off
In the room where winter sleeps in heavy clouds
Sleep is impossible for now
Dancing on my powdered stage of stardust
Wishing on the sunrise to break this never-ending night
A torturous marionette dance
You’re pulling my strings from the shadow in space
Far above my head, above my understanding
Not knowing any mercy, pulling harder and harder
You’re watching this beautifully pathetic performance of mine
My letters spell out your name
Wordlessly with ease
The feeling of spring escapes
Trembling within my white sigh
This time with my eyes open
I see the meaning within something so meaningless
Rise in the morning with your colors so secret and rare
Bring me the spring I desire more than anything
Even if the coming season blooms with savage thorns
I’ll grab that fate with bare hand
-Still-(2011)You’re still beautiful-Still-(2011) by AlyssaStehle
A glimmer of hope off in the distance
Blessed are my ears, though they may be fooling me still
I know your words and your voice will echo into infinity
You’re still beautiful
After the hate and confusion
Longing returned to my heart
Softly my vows are shattered in a whisper
The paint may be gone but the wall shall remain
You’re still beautiful
Decay breathes beneath the snow
Autumn lives on, struggling to survive
A memory frozen in time and ice
A November evening I can never return to
You’re still beautiful
Despite everything you say to prove me wrong
I cannot deny the truth
Nothing can tarnish the shining emotion I feel
Because I still love you after all
Tidbits of NostalgiaRemember the daysTidbits of Nostalgia by justakid93
When "us" was everything?
Just Ernie and Bert
-Ending-(2011)The water on my window distorts the pale blue light-Ending-(2011) by AlyssaStehle
And makes the translucent shadows crawl across the floor
Thunder rumbles across the distant fields
As I rise from the memory of another running dream
Ashes smolder in the falling rain
But the smoke keeps turning on the wind
Reaching towards the seamless cloud cover
The ending was not an ending after all
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
BloomsI like youBlooms by Scarlettletters
underneath the name
and bones that poke
You sit too close to me,
knees remembering the spring
and making me ask
why you never let
my skin make yours
I will find you again,
hunched over poetry
your eyes holding court
over what blooms
-That Wind-(2011)I’ve become that wind-That Wind-(2011) by AlyssaStehle
The wind that cuts fearlessly through the tree tops
Howling with the evening dogs, bathing in starlight rain
Waiting for the rising moon
Can you hear me?
Listen from your dreamless sleep
This is my time of insanity
I’m leaping through the last days of youth
Clumsily, I tumble into the yellow grass
Falling again and again
Remembering my Indian summer romance
I’ll dream in chocolate vision once again
I’ve stolen everything the sky had to offer
Even so, my heart is insatiable
Send me another comet out of the hopeless silence of space
Fly it over this island drifting through the night
Into the gentile spring
Into my violent winds, charged with electricity
This is only the beginning of my longing
For the heart that has never belonged to anyone
For the dark eyes that pierce my soul as if I was empty
My wonderful dreams will dye this reality with vibrant colors
I’ll pull the stars out of the sky myself until this final wish is granted
Within The PagesHave you ever noticed how the best stories come as a complete surprise?Within The Pages by MySocksRock
I saw this book on the shelf for months, and although I was so tempted to read it, I never touched it. The cover was eye catching with little hints that I would surely be delighted by what I found inside. I'm not sure why I was so intimidated by something that seemed so wonderful. I can only guess that perhaps I was not yet ready for something "wonderful" to be in my life again.
Finally fed up with my own insecurities I decided to reach for the book, to read it and hope it would speak to me. And as I began to read I was in fact surprised, not because it was different than I expected, but because it was so much more. Indeed it did speak to me, oh how it spoke to me. This book spoke to me in words no other story ever has.
I've always said that no words are worth writing if they do not make their reader feel something. There is not a single emotion this story did not make me feel. I
-My Song-(2011)At this, my most precious hour, I am the one who moves-My Song-(2011) by AlyssaStehle
February breathes a morning sigh over the sleeping streets
As my footsteps echo through the loneliness, and splash softly through puddles
Tracing the slow moving constellations with my fingertip
I’ll sing for you
Though my voice cracks on difficult notes
I keep singing for my love who has no love
Because tears don’t suit me, I will not cry for you
My song is a melancholy melody
Floating though the darkness of this town on a hill
At this, my most precious hour, I am the one with a pulse
A racing pulse pounding through my body like lightning
Beyond pain, beyond the anger and sorrow boiling at my core
Determination, embroidered on my personal flag
I’m almost there, I can fly
Burning my frustrations in the marvelous dawn
This time with light on my side and rhythm in my step
I’ll sing for you once more
My song is a triumphant soldier’s march
Cutting the twisting winds with defying words
Society's PuppetI never knew how muchSociety's Puppet by QueenHatshepsut
she was disgusted with herself,
Was asked to love
Her eyes got dark
on the paths
of her curves and
Cold; as they can never
seem to warm themselves.
She was a woman:
a woman ashamed of the
way her thighs
Ashamed of the way her body
bounced along to the rhythm
Of her steps;
Ashamed that she had
more warmth to offer another
than the "Ideal" figures
that society held to
She was beauty covered in
A mixture of honey and spices;
yet...... afraid to
reveal every greatness.
She was a queen without her crown:
a victim to society!
CurrencyWhat strange currencyCurrency by Scarlettletters
exists between the tides -
the murmur of
something bronze and round
imprinted gravely with the day,
and thin sheets of seaweed
curling up against my feet.
A mermaid's purse,
black and withered,
dwelling in these rocks -
and the bright
riviere of whelk
and conch to
cross the palms of selkies
in the mornings;
the glistening sail
in men of war-
lapis blue veiled
and veined just below the surface,
as one slick whisp of silver
darts between my fingers
and drifts into the
Attention Walmart ShoppersEach corner of the placeAttention Walmart Shoppers by Scarlettletters
tells me to turn back
(it seems there was an upset
somewhere in aisle seven
right behind the tramadol and tampons
you slid discretely
in your purse.)
Why would I judge you
for that coffee in your hand
or the taste
of rampage left hiding on the shelves?
The stock boy stares at your legs
as you push your cart
past a mother
and her babies
in a basket
and wonders if one day
he too will grow into
a man who can
smiles at me
hungrily, fingers cupping coins
into my palm,
my lettuce wilting
in the strange buzzing light.
The Three Dimensions of YouAlthough I am not a wise manThe Three Dimensions of You by Rifle1980
Let it be known that I do have the privilege to see
Something that you can not
The beauty of your face three-dimensionally
Artists put down your brushes
Your strokes can't do justice to the contours of her frame
And poets put down your pen
No verse could describe the light that shines behind her name
Although I am not a wise man
Let it be said that I do have the privilege to see
Your beauty as it outruns time
With each passing year in three hundred and sixty degrees
Artists stop mixing your oils
No colour will come close to matching the shades of her skin
And poets close your note books
As to describe her eyes you would not know where to begin
Although I am not a wise man
Let me praise God that I do have the privilege to hear
Something that you do not
That is your voice resonating gently in my ear
I am an artist, a poet
Guiding images and words to creation from conception
Yet in her soul, body and mind
I have discovered three indefinable dimensions
fallen angel lost in the windThe angel has fallen,fallen angel lost in the wind by kairi-the-bat
The cracks have appeared,
Theres no way to stop,
What we all feared,
The pendulum swings,
Time passes by,
Without her snow white wings,
No longer shall she fly,
A heart full of cracks,
A soul took away,
Love brought her down,
And blew her heart away...