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Popular Writes

This is a small collection of some of my most popular poems.. other mentionable writes are:

Notice

My Child

Plead Your Case

Vampire

....

Cruelty

She took up the needle

    She took up the thread

To sew shut her own eyes

    and avoid what she dread

The rythmic poke

    and pull of the string

Hurt far less than

    the pain truth would bring

What would she do if she

    knew what she'd done?

How would she carry

    the weight of her fun?

For a moment she thought

    she would sew her own lips

So there would be no more

    of her Freudian slips

Instead her laugh tinkled

    as she tested her voice

Blindly she continued to

    make the wrong choice

An idea dawned and

    she sewed up her ears

She'd no longer be forced

    to hear the sound

         of their tears.

I Am

I am inspiration

I am imagination

I am wild and untamed

I am in a crowd, unnamed

I am what spills out of the sea

I am that strong oak tree

I am the whisper you thought you heard

I am ridiculous, absurd

I am that loud obnoxious cry

I am the never say goodbye

I am the last chord of a song

I am a shadow ever long

I am the roar of a passing jet

I am the love you can't forget

I am the blank page of a book

I am the sly evasive crook

I am that one puffy cloud

I am the thought you said out loud

I am the crack you have in your voice

I am both team's very last choice

I am the branch that taps your wall

I am a cute purse at the mall

I am what you forgot you wanted to say

I am the bad dream drifting away

I am the polish on your toe

I am the place you couldn't go

I am the car that cut you off

I am the window in the loft

I am the little girl next door

I am the creaking in the floor

I am a coat of fresh dried paint

I am the steadfast holy saint

I am the evil that keeps you awake

I am a moist piece of cake

I am the only one faster than you

I am the gossip you know isn't true

I am the steel of a smoking gun

I am the heat of the rising sun

I am none of these things at all

I am the reason that empires fall

I am all that you want to be

I am the you that is totally free.

Please Don't

Don't love me.

Don't give me your heart.

Don't make me the pulse of life.

Don't twist around me and make me feel.

Don't slide slipping into my sex appeal.

Don't stab and twist the knife.

Don't tear me apart.

Don't love me.

Don't need me.

Don't swallow me whole.

Don't shadow me day and night.

Don't make me the one reason you breathe.

Don't tell me if I die you can finally grieve.

Don't lay me down in twilight.

Don't bleed me your soul.

Don't need me.

Please

    Just

        Don't.

Worth It

I understand.

    It's human nature.

I understand.

    It's not what you planned.

It isn't okay. It isn't accepted.

    You aren't at all

           what they expected.

You're fierce and foreign

    Not at all boring.

But are you safe?

    They don't have the faith.

You're a passionate thinker

    A dream cloud drinker.

The feeble will scare.

    The brave hearted dare

To take a step forward

    Without stepping back.

They won't automatically

    think that you lack.

You'll never fit in

    and you'll never follow.

Sometimes your life

    will feel kinda hollow.

Let the sheep move along

    while you sing your own song.

I promise it won't be long

    'for you prove you were worth

          every moment of birth.

Vampire

With a gasp I am born

    of darkness and death

Hunger to dine

    on the living's last breath

Travel by moonlight,

    sleep during the day

My madness to feed

    on the dull and the gray

Disdain for the pulse

    of life in mankind

Loving to leave

    all mortality behind

Finding my dreams

    in darkness' embrace

The warmth of the blood

    and the death that I taste

In a coffin I rest

    never do I expire

When the sun rises

    it's there I retire

The moon shines instead

    on my hunt every night

The blood that I spill

    catches her light

The evil within

    takes over, runs wild

Embracing the sin

     as I dine on a child

Mercy no longer

    a taint on my soul

I slay another

    so that I am made whole.

Phoenix

Do it.

Throw them.

Tie me up and

      stack

          the

              wood.

Burn me, blast me,

     think you should?

Throw the torches,

     set the blaze.

Go ahead, you've a

     fire to raise!

Spit your ugly

     in my face.

Stoke your anger,

      lay

         your

             waste!

Cover me in your

     pain and shame.

Show me that it's

     not a game.

Stoke it, feed it,

     bring the fire.

Don't hold back, get

     those

         flames

               higher.

Burn me down,

     lay on more wood.

Convince yourself I'm

     gone for good.

When all that's left is

     smoke and ash...

The Phoenix rises

     with

           a

             flash!

Fairy Hell

Once upon a desolate night,

    a woman looked at her boy in fright.

He had grown into a man,

    and now he had a few demands.

He held his knife up to the fire,

    far from ready to retire.

"You've made my life a living hell,

    now you'll be burning there as well."

She let out a broken sob.

    Why did she call him a slob?

Her mind went back through all his years

    that she refused to heed his tears.

"Please have mercy on your old mum!

    I didn't ever think you a bum."

He stood and walked to where she sat

    while slowly taking off his hat.

She winced when gazing on his face.

    She had made him a disgrace.

Did she really hurt him bad?

    It was obvious she had.

"You don't know what mercy is!

    You never taught me to forgive."

She cringed as he brought down the knife.

    He was going to take her life!

"It's never too late to learn anew.

    Put that down and I'll teach you!"

He threw his head back with a laugh.

    She had not swayed him by half.

"Wench, you couldn't teach a dog!

    Around my mind you've left a fog."

The knife flashed evil in the light.

    She wept and shut her eyes so tight.

"Boy, can't you give one chance?

    Look at me, just take a glance!

I am already old and broken.

    Too weak and small 

           for all you've spoken."

She cringed as he let out a roar.

     "What about me, you evil whore?

I was but a little tike

     when you told me to take a hike!

Wanted me out so you could fuck

     that horrible man who drove a truck!

Sent me off all on my own.

     Said better be dark 'fore I came home.

Morning came and you weren't up,

     on spoiled food was forced to sup.

I tried to wake you from the dead,

     a frying pan came down on my head!

You see I've no hair on my crown?

     In boiling water you tried to drown!

My face no maid will ever love,

     because into the fire I once was shoved!

Now you want me to be nice?

     You've had chances, 

             first, second, and thrice!"

With one swift stroke he cut her wide.

     Ignored the pitiful tears she cried.

"The good Lord won't forgive this act!"

    "The good Lord's gone and that's a fact!"

He slashed again and took her nose,

     deftly side stepping her throes.

"Please don't kill me, I'll be good!"

     "I'd consider it if you ever would!"

Blood flowed free as he opened her face.

     Just like him she was a disgrace.

"The pain is so bad, I just can't bear!"

     "Well then give me back all of my hair!"

He was merciless and wouldn't give in.

     Across his face a satisfied grin.

When finally he couldn't recognize,

     the bitch who'd raised him to terrorize.

He stopped just short of taking her life.

     Slowly he put down the knife.

"The fire inside I cannot douse.

     You'll continue to live in this old house.

Without forgiveness I'll be out there.

     Don't you forget, don't even dare!

And if it so happens that you do,

     I'll be back to remind you."

When he left, he felt no guilt.

     She was only getting what she'd built.

The moral of my story is,

      you guessed it, 

              don't hurt your kids.

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Written by dLYNX in portal Publishing
Popular Writes
This is a small collection of some of my most popular poems.. other mentionable writes are:
Notice
My Child
Plead Your Case
Vampire
....
Cruelty
She took up the needle
    She took up the thread
To sew shut her own eyes
    and avoid what she dread
The rythmic poke
    and pull of the string
Hurt far less than
    the pain truth would bring
What would she do if she
    knew what she'd done?
How would she carry
    the weight of her fun?
For a moment she thought
    she would sew her own lips
So there would be no more
    of her Freudian slips
Instead her laugh tinkled
    as she tested her voice
Blindly she continued to
    make the wrong choice
An idea dawned and
    she sewed up her ears
She'd no longer be forced
    to hear the sound
         of their tears.

I Am
I am inspiration
I am imagination
I am wild and untamed
I am in a crowd, unnamed
I am what spills out of the sea
I am that strong oak tree
I am the whisper you thought you heard
I am ridiculous, absurd
I am that loud obnoxious cry
I am the never say goodbye
I am the last chord of a song
I am a shadow ever long
I am the roar of a passing jet
I am the love you can't forget
I am the blank page of a book
I am the sly evasive crook
I am that one puffy cloud
I am the thought you said out loud
I am the crack you have in your voice
I am both team's very last choice
I am the branch that taps your wall
I am a cute purse at the mall
I am what you forgot you wanted to say
I am the bad dream drifting away
I am the polish on your toe
I am the place you couldn't go
I am the car that cut you off
I am the window in the loft
I am the little girl next door
I am the creaking in the floor
I am a coat of fresh dried paint
I am the steadfast holy saint
I am the evil that keeps you awake
I am a moist piece of cake
I am the only one faster than you
I am the gossip you know isn't true
I am the steel of a smoking gun
I am the heat of the rising sun
I am none of these things at all
I am the reason that empires fall
I am all that you want to be
I am the you that is totally free.

Please Don't
Don't love me.
Don't give me your heart.
Don't make me the pulse of life.
Don't twist around me and make me feel.
Don't slide slipping into my sex appeal.
Don't stab and twist the knife.
Don't tear me apart.
Don't love me.
Don't need me.
Don't swallow me whole.
Don't shadow me day and night.
Don't make me the one reason you breathe.
Don't tell me if I die you can finally grieve.
Don't lay me down in twilight.
Don't bleed me your soul.
Don't need me.
Please
    Just
        Don't.

Worth It
I understand.
    It's human nature.
I understand.
    It's not what you planned.
It isn't okay. It isn't accepted.
    You aren't at all
           what they expected.
You're fierce and foreign
    Not at all boring.
But are you safe?
    They don't have the faith.
You're a passionate thinker
    A dream cloud drinker.
The feeble will scare.
    The brave hearted dare
To take a step forward
    Without stepping back.
They won't automatically
    think that you lack.
You'll never fit in
    and you'll never follow.
Sometimes your life
    will feel kinda hollow.
Let the sheep move along
    while you sing your own song.
I promise it won't be long
    'for you prove you were worth
          every moment of birth.

Vampire
With a gasp I am born
    of darkness and death
Hunger to dine
    on the living's last breath
Travel by moonlight,
    sleep during the day
My madness to feed
    on the dull and the gray
Disdain for the pulse
    of life in mankind
Loving to leave
    all mortality behind
Finding my dreams
    in darkness' embrace
The warmth of the blood
    and the death that I taste
In a coffin I rest
    never do I expire
When the sun rises
    it's there I retire
The moon shines instead
    on my hunt every night
The blood that I spill
    catches her light
The evil within
    takes over, runs wild
Embracing the sin
     as I dine on a child
Mercy no longer
    a taint on my soul
I slay another
    so that I am made whole.

Phoenix
Do it.
Throw them.
Tie me up and
      stack
          the
              wood.
Burn me, blast me,
     think you should?
Throw the torches,
     set the blaze.
Go ahead, you've a
     fire to raise!
Spit your ugly
     in my face.
Stoke your anger,
      lay
         your
             waste!
Cover me in your
     pain and shame.
Show me that it's
     not a game.
Stoke it, feed it,
     bring the fire.
Don't hold back, get
     those
         flames
               higher.
Burn me down,
     lay on more wood.
Convince yourself I'm
     gone for good.
When all that's left is
     smoke and ash...
The Phoenix rises
     with
           a
             flash!

Fairy Hell
Once upon a desolate night,
    a woman looked at her boy in fright.
He had grown into a man,
    and now he had a few demands.
He held his knife up to the fire,
    far from ready to retire.
"You've made my life a living hell,
    now you'll be burning there as well."
She let out a broken sob.
    Why did she call him a slob?
Her mind went back through all his years
    that she refused to heed his tears.
"Please have mercy on your old mum!
    I didn't ever think you a bum."
He stood and walked to where she sat
    while slowly taking off his hat.
She winced when gazing on his face.
    She had made him a disgrace.
Did she really hurt him bad?
    It was obvious she had.
"You don't know what mercy is!
    You never taught me to forgive."
She cringed as he brought down the knife.
    He was going to take her life!
"It's never too late to learn anew.
    Put that down and I'll teach you!"
He threw his head back with a laugh.
    She had not swayed him by half.
"Wench, you couldn't teach a dog!
    Around my mind you've left a fog."
The knife flashed evil in the light.
    She wept and shut her eyes so tight.
"Boy, can't you give one chance?
    Look at me, just take a glance!
I am already old and broken.
    Too weak and small 
           for all you've spoken."
She cringed as he let out a roar.
     "What about me, you evil whore?
I was but a little tike
     when you told me to take a hike!
Wanted me out so you could fuck
     that horrible man who drove a truck!
Sent me off all on my own.
     Said better be dark 'fore I came home.
Morning came and you weren't up,
     on spoiled food was forced to sup.
I tried to wake you from the dead,
     a frying pan came down on my head!
You see I've no hair on my crown?
     In boiling water you tried to drown!
My face no maid will ever love,
     because into the fire I once was shoved!
Now you want me to be nice?
     You've had chances, 
             first, second, and thrice!"
With one swift stroke he cut her wide.
     Ignored the pitiful tears she cried.
"The good Lord won't forgive this act!"
    "The good Lord's gone and that's a fact!"
He slashed again and took her nose,
     deftly side stepping her throes.
"Please don't kill me, I'll be good!"
     "I'd consider it if you ever would!"
Blood flowed free as he opened her face.
     Just like him she was a disgrace.
"The pain is so bad, I just can't bear!"
     "Well then give me back all of my hair!"
He was merciless and wouldn't give in.
     Across his face a satisfied grin.
When finally he couldn't recognize,
     the bitch who'd raised him to terrorize.
He stopped just short of taking her life.
     Slowly he put down the knife.
"The fire inside I cannot douse.
     You'll continue to live in this old house.
Without forgiveness I'll be out there.
     Don't you forget, don't even dare!
And if it so happens that you do,
     I'll be back to remind you."
When he left, he felt no guilt.
     She was only getting what she'd built.
The moral of my story is,
      you guessed it, 
              don't hurt your kids.
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I'm going to kiss , nibble and bite you

I'm going to tease you and make you all hot and bothered

I'm going to undress you from head to toe

One by one until your completely naked

What happens next is up to you..

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Written by Winterreign
Your choice
I'm going to kiss , nibble and bite you
I'm going to tease you and make you all hot and bothered
I'm going to undress you from head to toe
One by one until your completely naked
What happens next is up to you..
#fantasy  #poetry 
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Harry Situation Reviews: For Honor

So over the weekend I stopped by the nearest redbox so I could have something that distracts me from studying for my geophysics exam. The first item I rented was the Oscar nominated film Arrival, and the second item I was going to rent was Resident Evil 7, but my short attention span directed my focus to another the new game titled For Honor, an action adventure fighting game about knights, vikings, and samurais battling each other and was developed by Ubisoft (Assassin's Creed series). So I rented that and played that over the weekend. 

What? You wanted me to review Resident Evil 7? Too bad. Write your own review about it.

As mentioned For Honor is Ubisoft's newest game about three factions battle it out on a fictional landscape to determine who is the superior warrior. The three factions you can play as are The Chosen (Samurai), The Warborn (Vikings), and The Legion (Knights) to which will lead into another debate of who is better like Pokemon GO's Team Instinct, Team Mystic, and Team Valor (BTW, Instinct rules! :P). Each faction has four different class types all with unique armors, weapons, and abilities. And that's my first positive, each class has their own distinctive methods of combat and their own variety of weapons to use. The class I enjoyed playing the most is the peacekeeper from the Knight's faction. I love how she uses two swords in combat and I love her overall look.

Another big positive is the customization. You first start off designing your emblem to whatever way you see fit. Next, once you progress through the game you can unlock new custom gear such as armor and weapon upgrades. My peacekeeper never looked more badass!

The biggest element for this game is that it serves as a multiplayer experience, and how does that hold up? Honestly it works pretty well... WHEN IT FUCKING WANTS TO! The biggest problem I had experience was that most of the times I tried playing I always got some kind of server error, which would boot me back to the main menu. I think this is partially due to my router but still this is ridiculous. But the times when I can actually play, it is basically battle royale at its finest. You can settle for single 1v1, 2v2, or 4v4 combat in Brawl and Deathmatch modes. The best mode, however, is Dominion where you and three others can slaughter hundreds of small AI soldiers while battling against other players at the same time.

The controls take a while just to get used to. Basically for combat (since I'm using an XBOX controller for this) to attack you have to move your right analogue stick to the direction to want to attack then use RB for light attacks and RT for heavy attacks. To block, you have to move the analogue stick in the direction where your opponent is going to attack. It's basic trial and error but once you got it down you'll be the ultimate conqueror. But I guess if you really want to win, just do what everybody does and just start mashing buttons like crazy until your opponent drops dead.

In the graphics department the game looks really good. A lot of detail to the settings and warriors. I like how the seasons change within the maps, and there is also day and night cycles.

I bet there are some that are wondering if there is a single player campaign to this game. Well I can reassure you that there is, but it's not worth it. The campaign is just a long tutorial for all classes and the plot behind it all makes no sense. You can honestly skip it and just go for the online modes, which was probably Ubisoft's plan from the start.

Overall while the game is clunky at times it is actually really fun to play. It was really cool to be able to play as these historic warriors and just fight other people online. As someone who doesn't usually play online games, this is one exception. I'd say give it a try.

For battle... for glory... for the GRADING SCALE!!!!!! CHAAAARGGE!!!!

                         Positives:                                       Negatives:

                        -Competitive multiplayer              -Bland campaign

                        -Customization                             -Constant server errors

                        -Distinct classes                             -Controls are off at times

                        -Cool execution moves

                        -Stunning graphics

Final Grade: C+

So there's my review of For Honor. Have you played this game yet? What are your thoughts? What would you like to be: a knight, a viking, or a samurai? Please be kind leave a like and comment, and check back for more reviews on Prose as I get closer to my 100th review!

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Harry Situation Reviews: For Honor
So over the weekend I stopped by the nearest redbox so I could have something that distracts me from studying for my geophysics exam. The first item I rented was the Oscar nominated film Arrival, and the second item I was going to rent was Resident Evil 7, but my short attention span directed my focus to another the new game titled For Honor, an action adventure fighting game about knights, vikings, and samurais battling each other and was developed by Ubisoft (Assassin's Creed series). So I rented that and played that over the weekend. 

What? You wanted me to review Resident Evil 7? Too bad. Write your own review about it.

As mentioned For Honor is Ubisoft's newest game about three factions battle it out on a fictional landscape to determine who is the superior warrior. The three factions you can play as are The Chosen (Samurai), The Warborn (Vikings), and The Legion (Knights) to which will lead into another debate of who is better like Pokemon GO's Team Instinct, Team Mystic, and Team Valor (BTW, Instinct rules! :P). Each faction has four different class types all with unique armors, weapons, and abilities. And that's my first positive, each class has their own distinctive methods of combat and their own variety of weapons to use. The class I enjoyed playing the most is the peacekeeper from the Knight's faction. I love how she uses two swords in combat and I love her overall look.

Another big positive is the customization. You first start off designing your emblem to whatever way you see fit. Next, once you progress through the game you can unlock new custom gear such as armor and weapon upgrades. My peacekeeper never looked more badass!

The biggest element for this game is that it serves as a multiplayer experience, and how does that hold up? Honestly it works pretty well... WHEN IT FUCKING WANTS TO! The biggest problem I had experience was that most of the times I tried playing I always got some kind of server error, which would boot me back to the main menu. I think this is partially due to my router but still this is ridiculous. But the times when I can actually play, it is basically battle royale at its finest. You can settle for single 1v1, 2v2, or 4v4 combat in Brawl and Deathmatch modes. The best mode, however, is Dominion where you and three others can slaughter hundreds of small AI soldiers while battling against other players at the same time.

The controls take a while just to get used to. Basically for combat (since I'm using an XBOX controller for this) to attack you have to move your right analogue stick to the direction to want to attack then use RB for light attacks and RT for heavy attacks. To block, you have to move the analogue stick in the direction where your opponent is going to attack. It's basic trial and error but once you got it down you'll be the ultimate conqueror. But I guess if you really want to win, just do what everybody does and just start mashing buttons like crazy until your opponent drops dead.

In the graphics department the game looks really good. A lot of detail to the settings and warriors. I like how the seasons change within the maps, and there is also day and night cycles.

I bet there are some that are wondering if there is a single player campaign to this game. Well I can reassure you that there is, but it's not worth it. The campaign is just a long tutorial for all classes and the plot behind it all makes no sense. You can honestly skip it and just go for the online modes, which was probably Ubisoft's plan from the start.

Overall while the game is clunky at times it is actually really fun to play. It was really cool to be able to play as these historic warriors and just fight other people online. As someone who doesn't usually play online games, this is one exception. I'd say give it a try.

For battle... for glory... for the GRADING SCALE!!!!!! CHAAAARGGE!!!!

                         Positives:                                       Negatives:
                        -Competitive multiplayer              -Bland campaign
                        -Customization                             -Constant server errors
                        -Distinct classes                             -Controls are off at times
                        -Cool execution moves
                        -Stunning graphics

Final Grade: C+

So there's my review of For Honor. Have you played this game yet? What are your thoughts? What would you like to be: a knight, a viking, or a samurai? Please be kind leave a like and comment, and check back for more reviews on Prose as I get closer to my 100th review!
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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by OnyxCity in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The Writer, Or Just the Pen

And off they go - in fits and starts they yell.

Or sometimes in soft tones they will reveal

a creature bidden from the depths of Hell

or hidden gems of beauty most surreal.

But when I call they seem to flit away,

like frightened birds upon a shaken bough.

Their absence brings a fear I can’t allay,

that ne’er again will they be with me now.

Then all at once - ah, yes! They have returned,

although they whisper so I barely hear.

And my heart swells - my love they have not spurned -

and slowly doubt can start to disappear.

I strain to hear what tale they bring to mind,

with pen in hand, and paper ready, too.

First one word comes, then several more in kind -

a timid trickle soon becomes a slew.

And those words tell the story of a man,

the picture floats before my very eyes.

I write as fast as any writer can

of journeys that unfold ‘neath clear blue skies.

The words, they tell me what should happen next -

I write of heroes, demons, souls possessed.

Of magic lands and old, forgotten texts,

and gentle maidens lonely and distressed.

The story ends as lovers part in death.

The words tell of a noble sacrifice.

I bring to life the hero’s dying breath.

With poignant words he’s sent to paradise.

And with “The End,” I slump and cry out loud,

without the will to read or write or speak.

I feel not joyous or relieved or proud.

I loved that hero - his death leaves me bleak.

At last I ask myself, “What is this, then?”

the paper drooping limply in my hand.

“Am I the writer? Or am I a pen

that just obeys the words' every command?"

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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by OnyxCity in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Writer, Or Just the Pen
And off they go - in fits and starts they yell.
Or sometimes in soft tones they will reveal
a creature bidden from the depths of Hell
or hidden gems of beauty most surreal.
But when I call they seem to flit away,
like frightened birds upon a shaken bough.
Their absence brings a fear I can’t allay,
that ne’er again will they be with me now.
Then all at once - ah, yes! They have returned,
although they whisper so I barely hear.
And my heart swells - my love they have not spurned -
and slowly doubt can start to disappear.
I strain to hear what tale they bring to mind,
with pen in hand, and paper ready, too.
First one word comes, then several more in kind -
a timid trickle soon becomes a slew.
And those words tell the story of a man,
the picture floats before my very eyes.
I write as fast as any writer can
of journeys that unfold ‘neath clear blue skies.
The words, they tell me what should happen next -
I write of heroes, demons, souls possessed.
Of magic lands and old, forgotten texts,
and gentle maidens lonely and distressed.
The story ends as lovers part in death.
The words tell of a noble sacrifice.
I bring to life the hero’s dying breath.
With poignant words he’s sent to paradise.
And with “The End,” I slump and cry out loud,
without the will to read or write or speak.
I feel not joyous or relieved or proud.
I loved that hero - his death leaves me bleak.
At last I ask myself, “What is this, then?”
the paper drooping limply in my hand.
“Am I the writer? Or am I a pen
that just obeys the words' every command?"
#fantasy  #poetry  #words  #writing  #mindofthewriter 
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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by B27321

What Had Happened To me

I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.

Strange Things

Were Going On In This House.

I Had to Admit

If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted

It Was This One.

They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,

Old as the Stones,

the Story Goes.

Dreams of the Screams,

Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;

Haunt my Sleep.

The Dark Man,

All Ways In the Back;

All Ways.

Like Puppets In a Play

& He Holding the Strings.

They Started to Weave

These Dreams

Into my Waking World.

I Had to Get Some Sleep,

Some Release.

So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,

the Count;

a Family Friend.

His Haunted Hollow Eyes

Saying Much More to me

Than we Shall See

What This Meet Brings.

It Was I,

the Count & Two Gentlemen.

One a Learned Doctor of Court,

No Stranger to the Bizarre,

The Other a Professor of History

& the Occult Sciences;

He Would Be Leading Us

Through This Strange Ceremony.

No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions

Over Brandy & Cigars,

Then a Manifestation Became Evident.

A Globe of Brilliant Light

to Turn the Night to Day

& Say your Payment Is Due,

Entered the Room.

The Count Pointed to me

& Said you May Have Him.

For 13 Months

I Know Not What I Do,

Till They Pulled me From the River;

Ran Through.

6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,

Tomorrow Is the Day;

the Count Explains.

Taken From

the Private

Journals

of #B27321

Last Son

of a

Fallen Line

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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by B27321
What Had Happened To me
I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.
Strange Things
Were Going On In This House.
I Had to Admit
If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted
It Was This One.
They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,
Old as the Stones,
the Story Goes.
Dreams of the Screams,
Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;
Haunt my Sleep.
The Dark Man,
All Ways In the Back;
All Ways.
Like Puppets In a Play
& He Holding the Strings.
They Started to Weave
These Dreams
Into my Waking World.
I Had to Get Some Sleep,
Some Release.
So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,
the Count;
a Family Friend.
His Haunted Hollow Eyes
Saying Much More to me
Than we Shall See
What This Meet Brings.
It Was I,
the Count & Two Gentlemen.
One a Learned Doctor of Court,
No Stranger to the Bizarre,
The Other a Professor of History
& the Occult Sciences;
He Would Be Leading Us
Through This Strange Ceremony.
No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions
Over Brandy & Cigars,
Then a Manifestation Became Evident.
A Globe of Brilliant Light
to Turn the Night to Day
& Say your Payment Is Due,
Entered the Room.
The Count Pointed to me
& Said you May Have Him.
For 13 Months
I Know Not What I Do,
Till They Pulled me From the River;
Ran Through.
6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,
Tomorrow Is the Day;
the Count Explains.


Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
#fantasy  #horror  #adventure  #poetry  #mystery 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness

Vanity

the mirror gaped at her

no, it was her(self)

who looked this time

reflections of her past

just hurt

one look

one stroke it took

the mirror broke

each piece she looked

her image stayed

not just one anymore

she saw her(self)

in jagged glass

splinters stung her eyes

a thousand fragments

all looked at her

all cracks and shards

all shape and size

all with her eyes

she swept the floor

until there was no more

aside from tears

why did she look?

vain Alice

missed her land

new mirror

her door, she thought

but Wonderland’s inside her

one look

one stroke it took

it was her(self)

who broke her heart

this time

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Stream of Consciousness
Vanity
the mirror gaped at her
no, it was her(self)
who looked this time

reflections of her past
just hurt
one look
one stroke it took

the mirror broke
each piece she looked
her image stayed
not just one anymore

she saw her(self)
in jagged glass
splinters stung her eyes
a thousand fragments

all looked at her
all cracks and shards
all shape and size
all with her eyes

she swept the floor
until there was no more
aside from tears

why did she look?
vain Alice
missed her land

new mirror
her door, she thought
but Wonderland’s inside her
one look
one stroke it took

it was her(self)
who broke her heart
this time
#fantasy  #poetry  #philosophy  #alice  #sadpoems 
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Written by andyetIshine

trade

my two best friends, boys of the same name,

write long sagas that they send me for our mutual entertainment

complete with punctuation, capitalization, structure

stories and full novels, reaching over a hundred pages each

of other times, and other worlds, and also our own

complete with arcs and love and hate and war

tragedy and mystery and lies

joy and couples and triads

him and him and me

and i read them and i love them

and come here, or to my scraps of paper

and write them little phrases of

whatever this is

and they seem to appreciate it

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Written by andyetIshine
trade
my two best friends, boys of the same name,
write long sagas that they send me for our mutual entertainment
complete with punctuation, capitalization, structure
stories and full novels, reaching over a hundred pages each
of other times, and other worlds, and also our own
complete with arcs and love and hate and war
tragedy and mystery and lies
joy and couples and triads
him and him and me
and i read them and i love them
and come here, or to my scraps of paper
and write them little phrases of
whatever this is
and they seem to appreciate it
#fantasy  #poetry  #friends  #writingtrade 
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abstract addiction

Hynotic after one glass of sake.

Regressing back to her past life.

She filled her lungs with poisons.

Arsenic, ammonia, back to addiction...

Poof! dissipated into dust.

Subtle body subdued.

Puff! She inhaled lead from a nat sherman black and gold, the same lead in the painting she envisioned herself in.

She painted with what focus she had left. Now a vacuum, a vortex of valium craving vexed vata energy. A vampire that sucked the life out of her own soul. She felt beautiful in the blue glass dress and felt one with her environment for a moment before the synthetics stopped soothing her. The blue walls came crashing in until she saw her ghost of greed. She stared at herself blue in the face and said goodbye. Her lively blue aura had turned onyx black. She was living in an illusion, a hallucinatory lie. With determination, she stepped away from the blue brand of hypnotiq alcohol, sake, synthetic molly, and benzos. Free to be in another body, unadorned without wanting or desire. She finally lay the blue dress to rest. For the rest of her life, she'd be put to the test. Once a mess, she walked back into her radiant blue aura. She remained in her sensual sultry subtle body, a purified princess.

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abstract addiction
Hynotic after one glass of sake.
Regressing back to her past life.
She filled her lungs with poisons.
Arsenic, ammonia, back to addiction...
Poof! dissipated into dust.
Subtle body subdued.
Puff! She inhaled lead from a nat sherman black and gold, the same lead in the painting she envisioned herself in.
She painted with what focus she had left. Now a vacuum, a vortex of valium craving vexed vata energy. A vampire that sucked the life out of her own soul. She felt beautiful in the blue glass dress and felt one with her environment for a moment before the synthetics stopped soothing her. The blue walls came crashing in until she saw her ghost of greed. She stared at herself blue in the face and said goodbye. Her lively blue aura had turned onyx black. She was living in an illusion, a hallucinatory lie. With determination, she stepped away from the blue brand of hypnotiq alcohol, sake, synthetic molly, and benzos. Free to be in another body, unadorned without wanting or desire. She finally lay the blue dress to rest. For the rest of her life, she'd be put to the test. Once a mess, she walked back into her radiant blue aura. She remained in her sensual sultry subtle body, a purified princess.


#fantasy  #fiction  #adventure  #poetry  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by Octavian in portal Fantasy

A dance of strangers

Morning rays crimsoned akin to twilight skies

the waters gleamed a multicolored spectrum

she stood against a pillar and caught his figure

set adrift in shivering ripples of clear cold water

and beneath this aqueduct, she always felt precious

perhaps it was sunshine resting on her skin

dream or reality, divinely, a veil of misfortunes lifted

everything on vast empty vista thus transformed

dead roses woke in her cold clammy hands

a bourbon rose fraught with dew and sweet odors

his soft fingers found hers; he, a man worthy of all trouble

they danced amongst knots of tussock to Calvary

her craving heart could not be sated to the full

a searing glory, fiery love she did, indeed, receive

she danced with a stranger till another day dawned

hither and thither amongst pillars, the breeze a bard

but soon it was all silent, unwieldy silent

and adrift shivering ripples of water so clear

she caught a glimpse of him calm and dignified

in her hands, dead roses laid dead, and happiness

O' happiness... so illusory a notion, so illusory!

sunshine found her drifting farther and farther from her manufactured bliss

water gleamed a multicolored spectrum with a lugubrious panorama

a spectrum derived from his bent and half-sunken body

and her pride withered into shame, -shame and agony

raw were her eyes from wailing and bereavement 

she had come here three days since, and now 

morning rays had crimsoned akin to twilight skies

like the sudden outburst that brought about this conclusion, the sun burst out of the horizon

and caught her here, oblivious of all precise details 

her heart was so heavy, oh God, so heavy

he left her with child and a deadly disease

but he... he was worthy of all the trouble

and as she danced beneath the aqueduct

knowing that this picturesque scenery will cure her throbs

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Written by Octavian in portal Fantasy
A dance of strangers
Morning rays crimsoned akin to twilight skies
the waters gleamed a multicolored spectrum
she stood against a pillar and caught his figure
set adrift in shivering ripples of clear cold water
and beneath this aqueduct, she always felt precious
perhaps it was sunshine resting on her skin

dream or reality, divinely, a veil of misfortunes lifted

everything on vast empty vista thus transformed
dead roses woke in her cold clammy hands
a bourbon rose fraught with dew and sweet odors

his soft fingers found hers; he, a man worthy of all trouble

they danced amongst knots of tussock to Calvary
her craving heart could not be sated to the full
a searing glory, fiery love she did, indeed, receive
she danced with a stranger till another day dawned
hither and thither amongst pillars, the breeze a bard

but soon it was all silent, unwieldy silent
and adrift shivering ripples of water so clear
she caught a glimpse of him calm and dignified
in her hands, dead roses laid dead, and happiness
O' happiness... so illusory a notion, so illusory!
sunshine found her drifting farther and farther from her manufactured bliss

water gleamed a multicolored spectrum with a lugubrious panorama
a spectrum derived from his bent and half-sunken body
and her pride withered into shame, -shame and agony

raw were her eyes from wailing and bereavement 
she had come here three days since, and now 
morning rays had crimsoned akin to twilight skies
like the sudden outburst that brought about this conclusion, the sun burst out of the horizon
and caught her here, oblivious of all precise details 
her heart was so heavy, oh God, so heavy
he left her with child and a deadly disease
but he... he was worthy of all the trouble
and as she danced beneath the aqueduct
knowing that this picturesque scenery will cure her throbs
#fantasy  #fiction 
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At The Creeping of The Midnight Hour

Sleep, drawing closer, promising,

Wonders and riches only found in dreams,

In lands beyond the here and now.

Beckon to those lost souls,

Whos eyes betray them, to be awake,

At the creeping of the midnight hour,

With such sweet, tempting scenes, never found,

In the waking hours. 

With songs and sheep,

They try and tempt the sweet arms of sleep,

But few succeed in walking through the halls of sleep.  

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Written by AWriter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
At The Creeping of The Midnight Hour
Sleep, drawing closer, promising,
Wonders and riches only found in dreams,
In lands beyond the here and now.

Beckon to those lost souls,
Whos eyes betray them, to be awake,
At the creeping of the midnight hour,
With such sweet, tempting scenes, never found,
In the waking hours. 

With songs and sheep,
They try and tempt the sweet arms of sleep,
But few succeed in walking through the halls of sleep.  
#fantasy  #fiction  #poetry  #dreams  #sleep 
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