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Forbidden loveThere once was a kingdom
Ruled by a king
And this king was adored
Whatever he did
He was king
He was noble
Even if he got angry, the townspeople said
But there was a man that this king loved
A man of no power
Of truth and pain
A man who was noble but to no reign
The king was convinced to make this man his
So he rode off in his horse
To return with a blessing
But once he received this blessing it was too late
When the king rode upon the kingdom
And entered so proud
What he found
Was there was no longer a man left to love
Story idea I'm dying. That is how most stories start in the state of mind that the world is ending. Or some sob story trying to drag the readers for attention. But this is nothing of the sort. I'm dying, and it's probably the best thing that could happen in this world. The ones who died, were the lucky ones, and the ones who were living, were the outcasts.
You see I live in a town called Ruam, a small town on an island that was created by man thousands of years ago. It's been a long time since any of the countries existed, simply small colonies of people gather together, and many of them are dead. The Living are enslaved, and used for labor, pleasure, or otherwise the dirty work of the world. The call the dead, Royals. A virus started to infect people after the fall of the last country, it wasn't like a vampire, werewolf, or undead zombie. These people took over, because of their supernatural inherited abilities. Once infected, you would die and become one of them, and that i
Divine Lover PrologueSince the beginning of humanity, humans and animals have had a magic bond. Once the cheetah spoke to the man it was called the very first tamer had been born. The physical bond and magical bond between them and the creature had been forever entwined. Side by side the Familiar’s have lived with the tamers. And in that aspect was the survival of races all around the world. When it came to modern technology the world began the downfall. Tamers were abusing, and killing their Familiar’s forcing the higher generations to put a caps on it. And to eliminate any threat that may have risen.
As society pushed through the reigns, females began to dwindle in population. They were probably the most powerful, and most important members of the society for sole reproduction and ability to tame two Familiars at once. To take precautions scientists began to search for a different way to reproduce than the traditional male and female sexual intercourse. While their funds were strained due to
Lock It Prologue It was almost like I couldn't tell what was going on. Everyone seemed to be crying their eyes out but I just stood here in shock. I couldn't process anything, whatever and whoever touched me was numb and so was I to the core of it. In front of me was a casket blue in color, and decorated with gold gems over the edges. Inside it was the body of a loved one, someone that just didn't deserve to die in the way that he had. I had seen him a few days ago walking talking, being happy with his fiance. It seemed almost illogical in a small California coastal town like this. For such a cheerful boy to die in a car accident due to failing breaks.
Mother and father were crying, but I couldn't, all I could do was shiver. There were words I could have said to him before he died and never got to. The weight of it all was unbelievable, the fact that he wasn't here anymore. His fiance wasn't even here, not even here to come to his funeral. She couldn't deal with a little bit of rai
I am an ArtistMy name is Seimei Walker,
I am an artist.
I don't have a fancy sketchbook,
But I have my pens,
And my lined paper.
I won't let anyone tell me,
Writing isn't an art,
Because it is.
To put something in words,
And create a whole other world,
Are the things I dream about.
To make someone laugh,
Even angry at the characters I've brought to life,
On the pages.
To bring great adventures,
Magic and more.
I think that,
Is my art.
I don't need any fancy paintbrush,
All I need is me.
And that's exactly who I'll be,
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...On the windowsill,
wilted sunflower petals scatter,
I trace the screen's cross-hatching patterns,
as days limp by.
Fading pictures on walls of
long gone places.
“Too busy, but will visit someday,”
an extra chocolate milk from dinner,
a letter maybe...
Things to look forward to.
On the windowsill
I think I'll go somewhere
Save meUnder roaring sky, amid the angry waves,
heard her piercing cry resound from deep below.
All alone, I fight against the current.
Out in dark, but lead by ardent heart
paying not the slightest heed to
what they call 'Insanity'
Down the depths, the darkness
palls. I find my moon;
dim, the sprites
guide us back,
back to -
The devil watched me dreaming,
kissed my wrists
and painted my lips with blood.
I bartered for my place in heaven,
but I was buried too deep
to be heard.
He pushed me
out to sea and I
valiantly tried to drown.
Hope To DieAwake in this world forever I lie,
Every breath now a longing sigh
For His sword to sever this tie
That's keeping me from flying to the sky
Gone forever and soon forgotten.
Days graze by like dripping blood-
All over my sink and enough to flood
My vision with that exact shade of red
Of my toneless monotone phase I'm unable to shed
Draining out the only indication
That I'm alive and in synchronization.
Waking up in a pool of sweat,
Disappointed that there's another day to be underwent;
I go through the motions everyday and am willing to bet
That I can no longer distinguish one day from the next.
'Every day is exactly the same',
All nights are spent begging for the end to this game;
I finally attempt this one last crime,
Swearing to make it quick and efficient this time;
I've long lost the ability to resist this remorse and to cry
I cross my heart and hope I'll die.
Light My FiresLight my fires,
Burn my eyes,
Torch my desires,
Scorch my lies,
My fires rise to your touch,
Skin sweltering from the heat,
Drops of flame fall to the hutch,
For my mind's truly beat,
I cannot simply lie here,
Awake and utterly alone,
For you to to be near,
Time is not my throne,
Darling I'm engulfed by fire,
Like the sharpness of a hiss,
How you leave me to hire,
One to satisfy my bliss,
Hairs stand straight,
A light glows in the dark,
Illuminating the hate,
Emotions tear me apart,
Desire and uttermost lust,
Can you purge a heart?
You say you wan't me with a 'must',
Pyro-maniacs claim my thighs,
Infernos tie me down,
Embers of blue flame fill my eyes,
MasqueradeIn her new satin gowns, she drowns.
A sad and shattered heart bound tight with nothing but
creamy lace and silver buttons.
Playing dress-up with the damned.
He Found Me Before I Knew1
suddenly rain -
our reflection in the windshield
becomes a deluge
texting each other a renga -
on rain-soaked streets
home from work
he finds me on the bed
in a pile of warm laundry
between desires -
the children we were
in another life
finishing the fence
he smells of wood chips
from my dad's workshop
I connect constellations
of freckles on his shoulders
gray morning -
I open a melon
its green perfume
at the dining table
writing this haiku
the fridge faintly hums
White.They took my blood in gallons; every last drop.
Filled my veins with memories; who knew I could survive on them.
These moments are pulsing through me, flashes taking over.
Even when my eyes are closed, they are lucid as can be.
I wonder what they needed my blood for, why the sudden exchange?
The memories are fading away now, I see blood in my eyes.
I think I'm dying…that would explain the cold.
I hear something exquisite, it's calling out my name.
This feels like home, i've been here before.
The memories are gone, theres nothing anymore.
Pure white, pure white…goodbye.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
NightmareOnce upon a torrid Nightmare,
where screams bellow a mute despair
The fondest parts of me parish,
'neath a revolting guise I'll never wear
Darkness excreting a fetid anesthetic,
noxious though it's pull defines kinetic
My every move forced, feels magnetic,
it's not real, behind my eyes, synthetic
Yet I gasp for a breath I can't catch,
guts coiled, on my knees I wretch
Skin drenched in my own sweat,
a need to run from all I can't forget
My legs forbade my only choice,
as I frantically search for my own voice
Reaching for you only to find a decoy,
and I still can't make a single noise
What tragedy leaves me so defiled,
in this odious void of caliginous bile
Bitterly unforgiving I'm torn, hostile,
fragile and confused as a small child
Running out of time I pray it's fake,
maybe that's the critical mistake
Everything I am becomes opaque..
Shake me harder baby, make me wake!
The ShadowYou stood by the river to speak
And a shadow came to you
It stole your voice
So you could be at peace
Peace was a sin
Foretold to be a weakness
Silence, your only enemy
Fear, lay in silence
Shadow is your only friend
And you no longer have to hold
The feelings that you were so detained to
Sins, that you fully indulged in
What are sins
What are strengths
What is it you are looking for
Is it to live?
People look at you differently
It never changes
Life isn't worth living
But you do it anyway
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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