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 Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 8:07 am
Hehe.. well, if you love it or hate it, here is another part anyways! ^.^
Part 2
The sunlight played across the linen of his tent as he ran a soft, velvet like cloth over his sword. He loved the cloth, to him it held more value then anything. Having been handed to him from a love lost in a human raid. He was sure the humans would have missed those that did not return home, however he would have to miss his loss a lot longer then they would. And he despised that.
A short distance away a horn blew, its mellow sound calling to the very soul of the warriors around for miles, digging into their depths and telling them it was time to gather.
A low sigh escaped his lips, he was not looking forward to this in any way. Slowly he stood and set his sword on his cot. Today he would be given a war partner, one he should never get close to, he learned that in passed experiences. Never get close to anyone who is bound to die.
With a quick glare towards the empty cot he makes his way out of the tent. It was a bright, vivid morning indeed. His gaze, however, was more focused on the other men merging. Which would be his partner?
Once at the settlement centre he moved into the formation, finding a place in the second line. Keeping his face forward he averted his eyes to the side. About three paces to his right was a fellow that did not fail to catch his interest. He was prettier then any man should be, and his face looked more like dirt and sand rubbed on the skin rather then any need of shave. The armour did not look to be a proper fit, as his shoulders were just not broad enough.
Hearing his name called he turned his gaze forward and walked out of formation to await his partner, "Adrian Harmonis." was the next name called, and it only took him a moment to realize it was the pretty man following him.
Once in the clear of the formation he turned to face his partner for the first time, "My god partner, stick a pair of breasts on you, and you could be a woman!" He laughed full heartily, but stopped when he saw the twitch it brought into his partner's eyes.
The partner, who had been announced as Adrian Harmonis stared him up and down for a moment, "Your name is...? I missed it."
The question caused a brief pause on his part as a smile spread across his lips, "Shade, not my real name, but you can call me Shade." At that he turned and continued walking towards the tent, all the while kicking himself for being so friendly.
Again he ran over those sacred words, "Never get attached, to those who are bound to die."
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 10:25 am
Spooka all of your writing it excellent though I think I liked "Flower" best. The details you used like the guide singing "Oh Canada" made the story come more alive then it would have otherwise done. Your untittled piece is definately cliche, but at least it is a well written cliche. Unlike much of the nonsense I read online.
good luck with your writing. I hope that more of it will be posted in the future as your words are a joy to read.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 6:18 am
Seal
Treading on my own conceit,
I fell upon a song,
Fright and pain did stir my soul,
In it’s overwhelming wake,
Drowning out my self gallant of cavalier,
I tread upon sand so white,
As my eyes did seek,
That nightingale.
But no fair wings did I find,
For there sat a seal of white,
Twinkling as if bathed in diamond dust.
He looked so soft in nature,
He looked so fair to touch.
He looked so warm to gather,
In a midnight’s lust.
My crimson dress stood as a warning,
Mingled among all others,
As I took a step towards,
He took a step in recline.
And as I ran to catch him,
He would slide down that steep slope.
In the ocean of his cover,
I could not go,
For the troubles there were too deep,
Too plentiful.
They stung to the touch,
So I went,
And I came again,
Every dawn,
And every dusk.
I mourned to run my own pale hands,
Over his chalk like skin,
To ease the worry that he would indeed erase.
Slowly the salt of ocean mist faded hues of my dress,
And I could creep ever nearer,
Until I was just as innocent and white.
Then, could I place my hand upon his cheeks,
And set my lips to his.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2004 7:31 pm
Extract from my new story: Faint. It is through the eyes of a teen. Not a fantasy. If people would like to see more, and tell me so, I will gladly start to post more.
smile
Some days, I think I have it all figured out.
And then I awaken.
Which is not always a pretty thing.
But I suppose it is better then staying asleep forever...
I mean, as shitty as the world may seem, I can always have pleasure in knowing that I'm part of a bigger thing, much like we all are. I can gladly say I have input on other peoples lives. If I want to, I can make their day as horrible and devil ridden as mine is. And it's not the same vice versa. I have learned throughout the course of my days that it is a lot easier to drag someone down then it is to bring them up.
By the way, my name is Sarah. A pleasure to meet you I'm sure, and if it's not. Well. Who gives a damn? Not me. s**t, I don't give a damn about much these days at all... Why should I?
I suppose you will be tagging around with me... won't you? If you want to leave, then leave. But don't stay and then say 'Oh... I changed my mind' because I swear... Ill knock you up so fast...
Anyways, look at the time, damn. My alarm didn't go off... if you're coming along to chapter one, come. If not. Well... Bye.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 7:35 pm
I absolutely LOVED "Anticipation"! That poem is just.... filled with story.... And emotion! I love this guild.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2005 10:31 am
Dr. Kentoro I absolutely LOVED "Anticipation"! That poem is just.... filled with story.... And emotion! I love this guild. ^.^ I'm glad to hear it! lol
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 12:43 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 3:47 pm
OMGosh!!!! I LOVE your poem "Hold Me Dearly"...it perfectly describes how I feel right now and what I am going through with my boyfriend and with my life. Thank you sooo much for this poem...I also love your work "Faint". Keep up the good work!!!
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 3:54 pm
I really liked "Hold Me Dearly". It was very well written and I felt like I could relate to it from one of my...hmm...I guess I could call it either a friendship or a relationship or neither at the same time, but that's not important... sweatdrop
Anyway, I really liked it, and your other works too. You have a lot of talent!
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 5:57 am
Thanks for the comments guys smile Next poem!
Title: Tear
Here, another crimson teardrop falls,
Pumped to the eyes from the heart.
Violet rose petals lay across the path ahead,
Worn from previous rip and terror.
Oh, the joy of a stricken night,
To see the stars fall among my buried dreams.
I once stood short and strong,
Now I stand tall, but a fool.
In my hand I hold demise,
Pointed towards myself.
Being too afraid to curse another,
I only hurt myself.
If only I could grasp,
What my heart wants but cannot have,
For hearts are a little foolish,
In their kinky little ways.
Look, here another crimson teardrop falls.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 8:32 pm
Your poems are all fantastic!
Your prose is all glorious!! eek
Quite the writing talent you have.
The story of Melody may be a cliche, but there's nothing wrong with it. It's a beautifully written "cliche"
Can't wait to read more of your works!
=^-^=
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:14 am
Blame
I had been so careful, I forgot to care.
How do you know what you want 'til you have it?
And what is the profit of wishing, if you don't know?
How do you know it is to be touched?
You can't untie a knot without touching it,
Oh, why are all the pretty things so hard to touch?
Better keep what you have,
While you get what you want,
Because sometimes,
Wishes outside your reach,
Are just not to be touched.
Is life just about placing blame?
Place it on her, on him, on oneself,
You suddenly just don't care about any recommendations,
It's all about the blame.
Soon you find,
As the sky crashes down,
You knew things you never really knew,
It's not alway wise to be wise,
And you miss the little you knew and the things you did not.
You were mislead,
Were you not?
What was golden turned grey.
Everything just won't protect you the way they should.
A flower is nice, but it's not always good.
Did you ever really care? No, you were just careful.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2005 9:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 12:59 pm
Home
Silent hills,
Over desolate meadows;
A place we once called home.
The fires gone,
The wind has faded;
That old well stands, so alone.
The setting sun glows,
Gold ricocheted;
But not the gold we sought.
That sweet rain is done,
Its drip has halted;
Its country song has become undone.
There were songs we once knew,
Bliss we once kissed;
Glory we once held tight.
The ice has thinned now,
Water ruined by the snow;
The skate marks have long faded.
A mother no more,
A father no more;
The laughter in the rooms has withered.
The city lights are so cold,
Viewable from this distance;
From this new place we call home.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:02 pm
Soft Rambles
All tragic love stories receive a happy ending;
We walked to the end of eternity
Our bare feet slapped against the jade streets
And our hearts were clasped in hand.
The blue moon shaded the scene in a dull blue haze,
Possibly I would have smiled; if I had not been so weak.
It was an imperfect night at our disposal;
If we worked together we could touch one solitary star,
And pull it down to earth.
I was haunted and afraid,
The sky was black to me,
With no stars gracing the horizon.
Looking down to the street below,
The blue slowly faded to grey;
A dull foggy haze blinded all brilliance.
No movement to show the mentality within our hearts;
And the sad thing is,
We were all addicted to misery.
We hungered the grace from each other;
Our suns,
Solitary haunting turned our backs to our face.
You too, know what I know.
As our sweetened tears trickle down the cliff;
Summer is here and there was too much curiosity to stay in the glade;
Upon reaching the climax of the cliff we discover our own little secret;
One is their own sun, and the other the moon.
Sometimes a star may flitter and vanish from your horizon;
And sometimes the moon may hide around that bend.
However there is one thing that will never leave,
The sun: Yourself.
It's hard to see the light you hold;
Just don't let it go.
Because you can make all things right.
Your wisdom is always pressed in a book;
Packed down through the pages;
Make haste with ideas that bring good to yourself and others;
We don't always want what is right;
So we need to scale the pages and find what is good;
There is too much assuming;
Scale into time and find another's starry line;
Pad gently where you step there;
There is always a first time, and always a last time.
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