Unquestionable
Topic Number 5
Impending doom was inevitable. We all knew it was coming, and yet we kept marching onwards in our misery. Dozens of black faces upturned to stare into oblivion. To gape into a wall of features just like theirs. Desperation and anxiety washed any traces of high spirit to the gutters. It made their lips tremble, and heads bowed in sheer realization.
They filed out around a corner, not in straight lines, but in jagged masses. Groups of people huddling with anyone they could; perhaps for the smallest bit of comfort as they glanced over their shoulders one last time to watch their family members disappear. Loving a
It was late, yes. But he was out and about, not a glimmer of weariness among features as gorgeous as the dark side of the moon. Admittedly he had his faults, but those were hidden away like secrets beneath a portrayal of beauty and grace. The reason being his deep violet eyes had no sign of emotion, aside from the glint of lust, which was because he was so near to the peak of his pleasure that he was shaking.
His body was wracked with trembling, as he held the unconscious persona in his arms. He cradled her head like a porcelain doll, as if to protect her and keep her in mint condition. It would seem that he meant no harm, aside from the f
I do not feel this way about the Holocaust, but as my comment states, I needed a new point of view. What happened to Jewish people was horrific, and I hope to never see it happen over again. This might be short, but I am hoping it is powerful.
I embrace them; the comforting room that will hold me soon welcomes them. The skeletons march inside, clothe-less; walking corpses beneath me that would shortly become unmoving, in a matter of minutes. If only they knew that the things said about my haven were nothing but lies, the words a mere betrayal. The room had seemed inviting from the outside, but from the way people looked at the faded yellow-g
On foot and on horse, they were ready to scour the streets, and dump their dignified glory upon them. The mortals grinned, knowing that their supremacy made them some what…immortal. They had been told and drilled again and again on the tactics and on how they would win with hardly a scratch…and still the thought of a war lingered and tightened the air around them. Or was that tightening in the atmosphere of some other unearthly power? It could partially be of both, for up ahead the only three elementalists they had were conjuring the spirits of the sky and air they breathed. Their arms were raised like preachers giving sermon their power simp
Dallas closed the door behind himself, smiling back into the hallway as he had just agreed to have some hot-chocolate. His cheeks flushed, he turned to look out into the progressing cold weather. There was not yet any snow-flakes falling, but there was evidence that Jack Frost had done his rounds. Crisp white iciness covered the edges of the apartment buildings surrounding his and hers.
He let his fingers into his jacket pocket. He had to make sure it was still there. After a year since they had first met, he knew he had jumped into the deep end. He was in love. His fingers gripped the small velvet
A small hand reached out to him in his delusions and he couldnt take it anymore!
He slammed his head back into the tiles behind him. The old ceramic squares protested the beating, and he did it again. He felt something dislodge and he hoped that it was from his head. He prayed that it was his brain falling out or his skull being crushed into tiny little pieces. After all he deserved what he got. But no, all he found when he reached up wearily to see if he had broken the bone was blood.
One; I Hate You
One; Depressing rain
One; I love you too
One; Walking cane
One; New baby is born
One; Loved one passes away
One; New jeans torn
One; Promise to stay
One; Will you marry me?
One; Nasty car crash
One; Give me your money!
One; Scouts badge sash
One; Dont hurt my baby!
Another; Held at gun point
Winter as much as everything was dead to so many, but for Dallas and Tera things seemed to be blooming. She was in her very last stages of pregnancy. The baby would be here soon, and the house was adorned with childrens clothes toys and bath things.
It was cold outside, but inside the heater wasnt the only thing keeping them warm. Their love was stronger than ever and now Dallas didnt have to worry about her so much when she went to work because she didnt. Maternity leave, you know. He was the happiest he had ever been, and the happiest he ever would be. This feeling co
She was so close, and so warm. Curled in his lap, she leaned on his chest with her eyes closed.
Dallas waged war within himself. It was the strongest side take all, and the strongest side was slowly getting the better of him. He clenched his jaw, and closed his eyes as well, so as to block her image.
Good and Evil bickered cruelly beneath his pale complexion and, for the first time in a long time, Good was winning. He felt a pang of guilt, an
Los Angeles. It reminded him of angels at least the name did. The place, not so much; in fact, quite the opposite. He felt as if this city had something mysterious and new pulsing through its highways veins Through its back alleys, and dark corners Something lay hidden and he wondered, quietly, to himself where, immersed in the crowd of people, the secret was? It was habit for Tallon to think this way; natural like. He was always the super-natural among the norm. He had always been a bit out of the way strange.
He shoved his fists into a long coat Not quite trench coat, but matching in his ominous s
When the horn blows,
and sounds the battle cry,
in weak, unsturdy tones,
what man, what desperate man,
prepares for the fight?
With nothing left,
but their spirits,
sinking fast into dark.
What lonely souls,
are so alone?
When night all around closes,
what fools stand tall?
Clad in flesh and bone,
protecting their gloomy minds,
and gleaming hearts.
No armor?
Why is silence the flavor,
of their last meal? last day?
Why do the cries of helplessness,
not ring in the air?
What of pride?
What of honor?
Is there none?
When the enemy,
fast approaches,
in numbers uncounted,
and all lonely men,
with death wishes stand,
or s
To Drown In Cold Water by DoctorArnoldi, literature
Literature
To Drown In Cold Water
I Want To Drown, In Cold Water
7-20-07
Our bodies collide
Like the ocean and the beach
Wet and salty, sweat
You pull me down
Into you
Like a rip current
Pulling me asunder
You roll me under
I reach up
My fingers through
Your hair
My hands trace
The curves of your face
The round of your breasts
You press your stomach to mine
So I cant touch
But, Im in no position to argue
So I run my fingers
Along your sides
You squirm and giggle
A little bite on the neck
Tells me stop
Or not, Im not sure yet
All Im sure of is
Your breathing in my ear
The warmth of your breath
My hands on your hi
The Story Of The Poet And His Pen
8-09-02
Tell me the story of the poet and his pen
About his hopes and glories that never end.
He is said to be old a thousand fold
The hero of a hundred stories told,
Was old in time but young in years.
When ink ran dry, he wrote in tears.
He sang his songs of love and hatred,
As the words raced through his head.
Writing in prose or writing in rhyme.
Not always in measure or metered time,
Or meaning that was for everyone to see.
Not offering the answers, just his story.
As the ink did flow,
Poems and stories would grow.
A pen the only tool of this poet sage.
His lifeblood pouring
Afterglow
6-3-07
Like the afterglow of a match
Lingers on, long after it has expired
You light in me, feelings buried
So deep, I forgotten, that they existed
Like the afterglow of a kiss
Lingers on, long after you have left
You burn in me, passion reflected
So profound, I could never loose it
Like the afterglow of love
Lingers on, long into the night
I may not know what is best
But I understand what is true
Like the afterglow of a poem
Lingers on, long after it has been read
I may not understand what you meant
But I do understand what it means to me
And in the afterglow, that is all I can ask
Stereotype - The School Bit by KillMePleaseGod, literature
Literature
Stereotype - The School Bit
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away Wait, no, thats not right Once upon a time, in ..in Okay, fuck that start. Lets try this a different way
In the boarding school of Somlame Skoolname lived many young men who were preparing themselves for the world. Though not one of them was human, they all took unbelievably human-like forms and had unbelievably human-like attitudes and speech patterns. It was peculiar, very peculiar indeed. But, at the same time it wasnt, since they attended that school to prepare for their lives on Earth where they would do much good for the human race.
Only one of th
Current Residence: Igloos Favourite genre of music: If I like it---I listen to it Favourite photographer: Kolton >.< Favourite style of art: Kolton's style. Ahah. He will laugh at me. Operating System: Haha. Now I am just confused. (Newbie much eh?) MP3 player of choice: i-pod touch Shell of choice: ----------- Wallpaper of choice: ----------- Skin of choice: My own. ^^ Favourite cartoon character: Betty Boop! Personal Quote: The greatest thing you will ever learn...is just to love...and be loved in return <3
$4.47 is the extent of my cash as of right now. I am extremely broke and I have so much that I want to do o.0;
If I ever get around to attempting belly dancing I will need eighty dollars... 0____0 Thatsould be okay, but still...
Then I am saving again, for another trip to somewhere. Depends on what the school offers me. New York, maybe. But I would much rather go somewhere across seas. An exciting and exotic new land. That will be around 3,000 to 4,000 dollars, I know. *twitch*
THEN I want a good photography camera so I can persue what Kolton the magnificent has enstilled in me. That will cost nearly 1,000 dollars...I am not sure what kind
I am feeling trapped. I know no one reads these things, but why not post one anyways?
Oh, no. The feeling isn't trapped...is it fear? Maybe a little. I am afraid of my future, I am thinking. I don't know what I am doing with my life and I don't think I have the time to accomplish everything that I want to do in my life. I am just boggled so much, sometimes to the point of tears. Moving on...
I am inspired all the time now, and I have issues with the amount of hours I have to get that inspiration out. There is so much rushing throughmy head!
A special thanks to my buddy Kolton (waitingforwednesday) for being so adament in readin my stories.
Ahh I see Yeah I was frpm Powell River, small town on the coast, everyone thinks is an island hahaha. But now i graduated and am freee. So i'm in Vancuver, Burnaby actually. But hey, if you ever visit Vancouver you haveeee to tell me so we can meet up or something!!
Shit /yes/! I will next time I go down. Most likely for a karate tournament >.< But yessss. That is so excitning. Me, meet one of my idols face to face... ^^