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RoarIt's time for the voiceless to speak up and rise
It's time to sit back and listen
The voiceless again shall grow
Listen close to what they have to say
For they roar now with passion
with love, with wisdom, with light
So listen closely and you may see
the voiceless have been awoken, the crown less again shall be King
MagicA world without magic is a world with no color. Take away the wonder, amazement the vibrancy and all one is left with is black and white, no gray areas, no excitement, no way to be yourself. This world needs to hold on to the magic, we strive for the chance to be ourselves, we thrive on the colors that surround us daily, the beauty in the world that we see daily yet never really stop to marvel at. We all have our own paths and journeys to take in life, lessons to learn and and memories to make yet we forget at times to stop and look around. To SEE and EXPERIENCE the magic, the colors that we lose ourselves, we lose our way. Don't let the magic fade, don't let it hide and disappear, embrace it and the colors around you and allow it to bring back the wonder to your journey. For life is meant to be lived, experienced and we are all meant to grow and learn as we follow a path unseen on a journey all our own.
Daughters of Darkness 5Chapter 16:
Kestrel stared at the Huntress. "And what exactly is there left to discuss?" she asked darkly. Artemis stood quiet for a moment. "You are a different kind of Wolf not bound to change at the moon and immune to the effects of silver unlike those werewolves." she stated. Kestrel stood in silence not sure of where Artemis was going with this train of thought. "And your sister immune to sunlight.... No longer shall that be." said the Goddess. A heated argument broke out between the two resulted in weapons being pulled on the other. Kestrel held her sword and Artemis held two silver daggers, the two circling each other prepared to strike, eyes flashing a dangerous yellow.
To the Goddess's surprise, Kestrel, with her head held high put down her weapon. Artemis however slashed at the Wolf, leaving a deep crescent moon shaped cut by her right eye that was sure to scar. "No longer shall Vampires walk the day. Werewolves will be bound to the moon, Wolvens, your kind, will
SunsetWalking through the rain, hands in my pockets to stave off the chill, I watch the water shimmer in the street lights. Stopping at a coffee shop window I peer inside to see the patrons chatting idly with one another, waiting for their order, just living life. I watch as some smile, some frown and others look either bored or inspired. The rain has picked up once more, hammering down I have no choice but to move on for I can not enter there... I can see them but they won't see me, it's been so long since anyone has or even could and that is the way I want it. I've lived for so long if I don't want to be seen I won't unless I wish it. With the life that I have led, what I've seen, done, experienced.... I don't get the happy ending... I don't get luxury of relaxation, peace.... no for someone like me there will never be the happily ever after....Only battle after battle....and that is how I wish it... I sigh and fiddle with the charm on my necklace. I lost my reason and chance f
Lyrical Mash UpInto your head
into your mind
out of your soul
race through your veins
you can't escape, you can't escape
So serious, all the time
I feel restrained
I feel confined
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering
Don't let nobody tell you your life is over
Be every color that you are
Into the rush now you don;t have to know how
know it all before you try
I'm lost in a world that rattles my brain
I'm cleaning up my life from the mess you made
Oh o, Whoa oh-oh o
My soul's in debt but my bills are paid
I'd give anything just to make an escape
Oh-oh o, Whoa oh-oh o
So you can keep knockin', knockin', knockin'
Baby you're knockin'
But I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
I wanna dance without you
For once just let me lose myself
For once let me lose myself
Break these chainsOh how I long for the days of freedom once again. How I long to break these chains and prove once again my might. But I know first I must be patient for you will be your own undoing. Though I long to stretch my wings and to soar as high as I can I must wait. Though I long to feel the warmth and be welcomed home once again I know first I must wait. For if I wait I will be rewarded with the prize I yearn for the most, and that would be freedom, adventure and my wings to carry me to heights beyond what is seen.
I pace back and forth only to stop and stare out the single window. The view of freedom, of open land that you taunt me with, thinking you'll break me. I smirk because I have all the time in the world and for once... I feel like being patient...
Can you hear me? I scream and shout, I pace back and forth and my only answer is silence, this breaking silence. Can you hear me? The ground is cracking under me, my mind is breaking and yet you stand there and watch. It isn't u
Shadow and LightYou may have me beaten down and staggering. You may have me chained and paraded around . But you don't have me broken. Your jealousy, your pigheaded idiocy and bigotry is what got you here. You're jealous of the strength I continue to have, you hate that my opinion will differ from yours and I will and do speak my mind. You will not hold me down, not now nor ever for I see you, sitting there seething, stewing in your own self hate, your jealousy. Me? I'm just fine for this bloodied and battered body continues to journey on happily, strongly and more importantly still... compassionately. So stay where you are, stay hidden in your shadows for I shall hold myself up and journey on.
I could kill you. I can leave you here in the dark. I can reap my revenge and make you suffer what I have suffered. But that's just it, I am not you. I will grab your hand, pull you up and make you dust yourself off. Even though you tried to force me down, chain me and destroy me I will always be th
Take these broken wingsI see you there, breaking and bloodied. I kneel before you and offer a hand for I know there is beauty and strength left. I see the ferocity and courage in your eyes. Take these broken wings and I will help you fly. It's time to mend and repair, it's time to soar to greater heights once more.
LicenseLife is a precious thing, something to celebrate and live. We're meant to learn, grow and live the best we can be. What may I ask makes you think you have the license to take it away? What entitles you to destroy and obliterate all that I've worked so hard to build? Go ahead and do it, I'll watch and wait until your done. For you see I'll rebuild, remodel and strengthen. I'll grow stronger and return for you see you can't pin me down.
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
Someone ElseWhat's the point of talking if no one will listen?
Of walking if there's no where to go?
Of singing to an empty room?
Of dancing alone?
Of writing what no one will read?
Of having feelings no one will care about?
You have the hope, that one day, one person might
Listen to you
Walk with you
Hear your soul
Dance with you
Read what is important to you
Care about the feelings you do have
And one day I hope
To do the same
For someone else
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
The Ramblings of a Frozen SoulIt is cold
My fingertips are the most repulsive shade of blue
And my feet linger within the vile chambers of my stomach
Desperation led to this
Fueled by madness
I would be walking out of the cave...
...Had I had the limbs to carry me there
It is cold
Too cold to even scream
But you know...
I do still miss her
The girl who used to be the thing known as my love
Or at least I miss the part of her that was... "alive"
She's still with me
I talk to her frequently
I remember just recently I asked if she'd marry me
She's still thinking about it
Within the chamber that she is suspended in
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she can't see me
Sometimes I wonder if,
Even though her eyes are open,
She can't see through what's supposed to be a two-way window
Sometimes I think I'm talking through a one-way window
...I really hope I'm not.
Even though she's encased behind the ice
Even though I've lost all feeling
I still "feel" warm when I'm with her
Damn you northern winds
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
SilenceYou call me a bitch? You don't know what bitch is....you say I'm grumpy and rude? Keep pushing and I'll show you what I can do. Just because I don't talk and you do, you think I'm ignoring you? I listen and you talk constantly you don't listen you yell. Maybe if you shut your mouth you'll hear what I've been saying. I don't need to speak to fill the silence... I LOVE the quiet...... I think over my words carefully while you just let the words flow out freely without a second thought.
It's laughable you think you scare me.....when I can do so much more than you...when so much more has been done to me. Don't yell, just talk...listen and then I'll respond....keep yelling and pushing then I won't even bother to try and hear you. All the rage and hurt built up is a storm waiting to be let loose.....do I yell and scream and put others down? No you do.... I write, I escape and take a minute to breathe.....But don't even think for a second I forget.....I hold grudges.....and I will get my reve
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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