Loner-kid's why the hell not thread of literature snippets

[loner-kid]

Okay I decided to start a thread where I can randomly write bits poetry and prose while having other people laugh at me. My poetry tends to be short and to the point, about four lines, with little or no rhyme and are mainly short inflections on either my mood or story ideas, with the exception of this post everything will be written at the time of the post, everything in this post was written while I was taking part in a mock trial competition.

Godlets born in twin,
Hunted by their elders,
Never resting,
Never stopping,
They never will know joy

Devils children,
They will not age,
They will not grow,
Cursed to be alone

A course must be taken,
Through each incarnation of time,
One way out,
Love, Life, Death

Mourn the loss of love,
Rejoice the gain of hate,
That is what will save you

That's it for older pieces of writing I'd like to hear your comments on my odd and sporadic poetry

[loner-kid]

Ok I got a bit bored and decided to write some prose, it isn't anything that amazing but I'm writing it off the top of my head so all things considered it's not too bad


He stepped into the next room, stopping in sudden shocked silence. The room was huge stretching out over the horizon. It was perfectly white, wall and floor melding into each over, across the walls were large obsidian plaques detailing unit section codes in large letters. Serpentine tram lines mazed towards the centre of the room passing through and around soaring tower blocks. The towers were arranged in an almost circular style, and densely packed together. He was roughly man handled onto a tram which began its lonely journey.
The simplistic towers engulfed the tram cutting off all light, throwing the tram into darkness. Emerging from beneath the tower the tram stopped and he was forced off, here the lights had been blocked out by the crowded towers leaving only a gritty half-light. The inner circle wall was made entirely of glass and through it he could see people, some at desks others by strange machinery. Turning his head towards the centre of the circle he saw the purpose of the room, its sole reason for existence.
A large crystalline double helix hung rotating slowly, a host of floodlights illuminated the structure at half kilometre intervals. He could make out a black line painted along the greater helix and a white one along the lesser.
"Eryk Vincore?" He spun around, a young woman glanced at him over a clipboard "Come this way please"

[loner-kid]

boredom strikes again!

The Gargoyle

The gargoyle sits, solemnly, alone
That silent man of stone
Here, for his deeds he must atone

Beaten eyes stare blankly
Withered arms curved and wrinkly
Bat-like wings spread fully

For once he was a man deceitful
His soul decored in black so hateful
From his despair grew pain most vengeful

With his death he was deserted
Left condemned and desecrated
Bound to form most understated

And now he is but a statue made of stone
Sitting all alone


I messed up the rhythm a few times but isn't bad for a first attempt at rhyming triplets

[Halie]

Hey, I like those rhyming triplets in The Gargoyle, they flow really nicely. You seem to be really good at the poetry you write, hopefully we can see some more of it

Your prose put a good image in my head, but maybe you can continue it and make it a short story or something?

[loner-kid]

Yeah the prose does have a story behind it, the story happens inside the double helix. The black and white lines refer to the two worlds inside, damned and saved. The scientists monitor these two worlds as part of an experiment to see how people will develop in two very different situations. The majority of the story takes place in the world damned which is full of horrific and dangerous monsters, the people there were forced to develop extremely quickly against almost insurmountable odds, at the moment they can survive easily enough within a city of their own construction but getting any type of resource is difficult in the extreme as it involves leaving the protection of the city. The people there are also no longer truly human, this is the reason they have managed to survive, instead they have become monsteresque themselves although this barely shows physically. They achieved this by releasing their inner soul to the crystal helix, it gives them super human strength, endurance, and agility but it removes the individuals pupil and their ability to age, it also allows them to project their soul outside of their bodies to protect themselves. In terms of where that piece of writing might come into the story, about halfway when the main character starts getting his memory back.

I'm quite proud of how the gargoyle turned out, I had to rewrite the verses a few times because finding two fitting rhymes can be hard and I'm glad that you liked it

[Unknown Entity]

I'm quite proud of how the gargoyle turned out...

indeed you should be - its fantastic! i liked it!

[loner-kid]

Some more poetry, slightly morbid

The dead

From the graves of twilight pain
Rise the dead
Standing besotted by the rain
Ready to be fed

With bangs the gates are blocked
They do not hold
Their cage has been unlocked
Death has made them cold

Bushes traitorously shiver
Young are hidden
The dead stop, they quiver
By hunger they're driven

A collective mindless advance will begin
Blood will fly
A wine of deep sanguine
It will stain dry

[winterborn86]

wow your really good, i could never write anything like that. where do u get ur insperation to write all this??

[loner-kid]

Umm... nowhere really i just think of a starting point and go from there, I always try to tell a story with my poetry cos it keeps me on track

[loner-kid]

And now to contradict my first post I will display a piece of free-verse written in history

A single rifle shot
The sound reverberates in my ears
They've seen me, they know I'm here
I am dead

But there are no other gunshots
Can i go on? Is it safe?
Ha, nowhere here is safe
This is my job, I will not dessert

So I keep on, at my sluggish crawl
waiting for the second shot
It does not come
Another maybe?
Another poor soul who does not bear my luck

Onwards then towards my goal
The trench rising in front of me
I have but to pull myself over
And see what is there

Three men, no different than I
Huddled around a small fire
One clutching a bird to his breast
A simple hungry plight

It is not my job to judge them
Nor to shoot them, here, and now
My job is just to watch
And then return

It's as simple as it is dangerous
A sickening double hike over the bodies of friend and foe
They say this war makes you a man
No, instead it leaves you a barren husk of who you once were


Brownie points for whoever works out what I'm studying in history

[Dimi]

Really nice work Loner Kid. You have an amazing style of writing. With a lot of your poems, I get this dark tone on most of them. And the rhyming makes it even much better.

Out of all your poems, "The Dead" is my favorite one. The imagery while reading just visualizes a graveyard and as I'm reading it's like a little mini horror movie. [If that makes any sense. ]

Awesome work. Looking forward to reading more.

[Raider]

i helped with the first one

[loner-kid]

lies!

You just read it over my shoulder

[Raider]

world war one

I want brownies

[loner-kid]

In the forest a boy slept, hidden in the boughs of a large tree. His eyelids flutter and he lets out a small groan. he is awake.
Elric sat up suddenly, he didn't know where he was or why. There was a large blank stretching from his birth to this moment. He couldn't remember himself. Looking around he saw a bag next to him. It was small, designed to carry the minimum load and kept closed by a sturdy clasp. It was strapless, evidently lashed to the bearer with lengths of rope. He removed the clasp and began to rummage through its contents. It was survival gear; a little food, some water, a blanket, an axe and a knife. He put the bag down and looked at its contents, it was all new

[Unknown Entity]

... so some idiot hit him on the head, and dumped him under a tree with survival gear!!! Erm... thats what me thinks...

Awesome paragraph dude!

I need to describe things a little more in my works... You used a little more than what I do lol

[loner-kid]

This piece in my mind isn't really finnished I plan to make this absurdly long and maybe tell a story. But meh...

Phoenix song/Lament of the phoenix (I haven't really decided what to call it)

A down of phoenix bright and gold
A frozen mountain tall and cold
It lies there in the evening snow
Fluttered in by winds sweet blow

A boy with hair of crimson blood
Trudging through the slush and mud
He spies it there, its sacred gleam
Caught up then in trance like dream

The gift of phoenix, life reborn
Though your body may be torn
Rent in half or ripped asunder
Blast by fire, shock by thunder
Your body will be born anew
Second life for special few

He reaches out with hands aglow
Ethereal link, astral flow
Human body, phoenix soul
A wondrous being, a magic whole

What reason though does phoenix need?
To give a gift of selfless creed
A phoenix lives eternal life
Bound by fate and cursed strife
For never will it bear a child
Caught, trained, escaped or wild

So, after every resurrection
It rises up a new direction
And with it drops a slender feather
Burning bright in any weather

All it takes is human heart and mind
Just brought forth through holy bind
And human shall be phoenix child

[Dimi]

I like the last poem. I think that if you decided to continue on with it and make it a story then it's come out great. The rhyming is a bit repetitive but I do that to sometimes with my work so I'm not one to criticize on that.

But the thing that makes your work stands out is the imagery and the words you use in your work: ethereal, astral, crimson, gleam, trance. You have a nice selection of words.

Good work.

[loner-kid]

And now some pure dialogue between changing characters at different point in a story I'm making, brownie points to anyone who can guess either what's happening in a specific conversation or the overall plot. To make it more difficult they aren't in the correct order also they're spaced out over a number of barely mentioned but still important plot details, and good luck with the first one, no names. Bonus rep for anyone who works out what Sylphie and Jack don't want to talk about

Convo 1

"Are my feelings real?I know in my head that I love you, but... You control me, my thoughts, my feelings, my very words and action. What's to say you didn't command me to love you? Just a few words and I'd be yours for eternity. Is my love a lie? Cut the chain, sever its links let me know the truth."
"But that will kill you! You can't expect me to... I... I could never kill you."
"Do you fear the loss of me as a person or the loss of a slave."
"This link works two ways. I can see your mind, you can see mine. You're the slave because I can change the workings of your mind and keep you from doing the same to me. That's all there is to it, and if I relinquish my control you will be able to get in. So see for yourself who I am. Even the places no one is willing to let others go. I am open to your gaze. To see you smile once more is worth any amount of hate this may produce."

Convo 2

"Chrys! Thank god you're okay"
"They kicked me out, my own parents. Because I no longer looked human"
"Hey, hey. It'll be okay. They aren't sure any of them, they've been told that we are monsters pretending to be their children, but there's that tiny speck of doubt."
"You already knew about me didn't you? I can see it in your eyes"
"I knew only because I knew what to look for."
"You shouldn't get involved, you can live a normal life"
"No, I'm as much a part of this as you. And I'm not going to hide from it merely because I can"
"You're not a part of this, you're just a friend of the victim"
"When I said 'we' I meant it, they aren't just targeting chimeras. Any mage or sorcerer who has shown their magika has also been branded as a monster."
"And you're a mage or sorcerer aren't you"
"I should be Chrys, I should be"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Look, what I am I'm not ready for you to see and what I should be I don't even understand. So just let it rest for now."
"How many of us are there?"
"Hmm...?"
"Don't toy with me Jack, you've already mentioned others"
"Out of the people here? Ten in all, six chimeras three mages and me"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a spot to open a portal. Ah, here we go. Um... could you close your eyes, I don't want you to see this"

Convo 3

"There are ten of us here Sylphie. That's impossible! Jack said there were only ten of us, and with him not here..."
"Jack wasn't lying, there are only ten of you"
"So what are you then? You said their were ten of you not ten of us, care to explain?"
"No"
"Touchy subject?"
"For others"

Convo 4

"Sylphie where is he? I know you went back for him"
"Into the portal there isn't much time"
"Just talk to me okay. What happened?"
"I can't feel him any more Chrys, we have to leave before the portal closes"
"But what does it mean?"
"He's dead to us Chrys, and there's no way to bring him back"

[loner-kid]

After the oddity of my last post comes some poetry written at the moment of posting

The Pendant

I see the world through the stone walls of my prison, watching, waiting
I'm trapped, encaged, bound to a trinket none want
I've passed through the hands of men for an eternity
I'm thrown away as quickly as I'm taken
I am merely a test to find a single person in the a of life
I wait for the day someone sees the jewel beneath the stone
I wait for freedom

They who Walk In Shadows

The sigh of the air as they move
The whisper of their rustling clothes
That is all you will ever hear
They who are not like us
They who walk in shadows

The soul of a demon bound to human form
They bend the world to fit their needs
There are no boundaries
They who defy explanation
They who walk in shadows

The assassins of the Mel'drin
Their strike will not be blocked
They will never be caught
They who are hated
They who walk in shadow

[loner-kid]

There is a river
like none other known to man
long and dark
swift and sharp
where the souls of the dead flow
in the bloody waters of their sin

And across that river sails a single boat
with a single stoic figure at the helm
rotting fleash
chisled bone
neither angel nor demon
bearing allegience only to the river

(I will finnish this later)

[loner-kid]

Today literature snippets takes extracts from the back of my english book, yep the poetry I did instead of working. Yay.

Regardless these three poems were made to be structured in a similar style, as if the same person was telling them at different points of time. I'm not really that happy with how it came out I feel that they all work much better as stand alone poems but meh

Spirit

Am I here?
Right beside you watching, waiting, hoping
...
You can't even see me

I am the love you lost
A friend once living
Unable to pass on to my rest
Trapped behind the veil

Please I beg you, see me, touch me
I pray for release from this torture
But in the end I'm alone, with eternity streched in front of me
And the slow winding path to insanity


Shade

Can you see me?
Standing here by your side
...
No?

I am your shade
The dark reflection of your soul
Ever changing, ever watching
Stalking in you shadow

But do not fear the flicker in the dark
Though I can see I cannot touch
Nor claw, nor gauge, nor rend your flesh
Just a spectre tethered to your soul


Void

Nothing left
Even the insanity has passed
...
Why wont it end?

What is the meaning for my pain
Punishment, judgement, or was I just forgotten
Cut adrift from heaven, hell, and all that lies between
End me now!

No, I am a nothing worthy of nothing
Capable of possessing nothing
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
And nothing is eternal


Now I flip the page to let forth another stream of words. These poems don't really have a purpose or direction, no it's more like they're a reflection of my odd mood today. The topics fleeting, distant, almost whimsical. That's how they appear to me, strange and alien yet behind it I see my own thoughts. The last one though, oh I don't know, I should probably stop reading so many romance books.

As yet untitled
I don't want anyone to understand me
To believe that they could just from my words or actions
No, no , no, no, no, no, NO!
It is vile, filthy, disgusting
No one truly knows each other
We just think we do
And because of this we think we can help with other peoples problems
And in blind stupidity we only make it worse
Just accept it, it's not our place to know another's heart

As yet untitled
High in the sky, blinking down on us
We all watch the stars
Believing, as we do
That friends and lovers long since moved away are staring upwards too
Remembering us as we remember them
Smiling in the light of an unatainable star
And even if the star was snuffed out at that very moment
We would never know
We just keep smiling
And believe the star is true

As yet untitled
'Love me' she said
Her eyes red and raw with tears
Staring into mine
A mix of anger and despair
Her pain and anguish a mirror of my own
And all I could do was to lean forward and whisper lightly in her ear
'I wish I could'

[loner-kid]

The great doors were swinging open, the wooden frame gliding over the ground with a sadistic slowness. Tendrils of icy air were pushing their way through the growing gap between the two doors. Draug shivered as the frozen air danced its way across the small of his back. The outside was beckoning him. Drawing him on with a dark seduction. He felt his legs moving, his body following the movement like some twisted marionette.

Pain coursed through his body as the world around him shattered, large chunks of colour dropping away into an inky void. The power that had been forcing him forward eased off and Draug stumbled to a halt. It was as if nothing existed, as if the whole world had been wiped away. Had he been taken with it? Through will power alone he raised his hand in front of his eyes. Flesh, bone, blood, it was all there. Neat and perfect, yet so fragile as if a single thought could wipe it away. But it was there, he was there. Reaching under his clothing he pulled out the book Serr had given him. With a trembling hand he began to flick through the book. It was blank, each page the same shade of yellowing white. He was alone; there was no one to help him.

In the darkness something began to form. It was impossible to see any details; it was as dark and detail less as the world around it. But there was a glimmer of difference along its edge, like a distortion both there and not there. The thing began to move, shuffling slowly as if it were under some kind of restraint. Each step not only brought it closer but brought back the colour the world had once had.

It was closer now; a child like form that looked painfully familiar. Draug watched as the things hair began to turn a golden blond, its skin a pale pink, and its eyes an emerald green.

"Marie?" Draug whispered as he saw the image of his sister stumbling towards him. Tears flowed down the girls cheeks and she seemed to desperately gulp in air with every step.

"Bro...ther" she mouthed, the words failing to rise from her lips. She toppled forward her hair streaming out behind her

"Marie!" Draug screamed, running to the fallen body of his sister. There was a knife jutting out of her back, the clothing around it was soaked with blood. He lifted her slowly cradling her in his arms "Marie it's me, come on say something... Marie?" His voice was breaking up and his eyes were full of tears that ran openly down his face. Slowly he began to turn her over, he needed to see her face, to see a glimmer of life in her eyes. The eyes were vacant, dead. Despair gripped him, and he felt his entire body droop. His beloved sister was gone.

"Such delectable emotions" A horrific voice rasped "But at best they will only be appetisers" Draug raised his head sharply. His sisters eyes had turned black and a cruel grimace was smeared over her innocent features. Shadowy limbs burst out of maries' body, each was long with a single sickle like claw. Her mouth contorted ripping away the cheeks as it opened and a long banshees' call issued from the torn lips. Draug staggered back as the monster rose above him.

He dove backwards as the dangerous claws slammed into the ground at his feet, large clumps of frozen mud flying into the air. Draug scrambled to the side as the creatures second set of sickle bladed arms crashed down showering him in slush and mud. It stopped arms raised, the broken mannequin of a body smiling madly.

"You like to squirm don't you, dancing round my blades like a harmless butterfly" the thing hissed pushing itself into Draugs' face "Why not give in and become my food little worm"

The head flew forwards biting deep into Draugs neck. Red hot pain spiraled through his body. Latching his hands on the things head he tried to prise it off. It dug in further sending wave of pain that spasmed through his body. He beat at it desperately, his blows bouncing away with no affect. The monster released its grip drawing away. Blood dripped from its open mouth as it ran its tongue across Draugs face.

"Sweet, so sweet... And mine, mine!" it whispered.

Draugs hand brushed against something hard and cold

"I will take you back... save you for special treat"

It was small fitting neatly into the palm of his hand

"You cannot fight now, nor run, nor scream, nor disappear"

A short rod with an almost button like protrusion

"The venom holds you, the venom binds you. Nothing you can-"

There was a sharp click and the Hirod spear launched itself up into the flesh of the monster, penetrating the mannequin like body that dangled from its shadowy legs. It looked down in a state of disbelief, as the spear rocked slowly. Obsidian flames began to roll over the creatures shadowy limbs, burning them away into an oily black smoke that rose high into the sky. There was a brief moment after the limbs had burned away when a lost child stared from behind the broken face before flames consumed the body.

Draugs spear clattered to the ground and he raised a shaky hand to his neck. Blood still dribbled from the wound oozing between his fingers. He felt dizzy, the sense of nausea eating away at his conscious mind. He knew he hadn't lost that much blood, but he wasn't given the time to truly realize what was happening as his conscious slipped into a deep sleep. There was one part of him however that had only just begun to awaken.


***

He was in a room, grey and featureless. In the centre stood a crystalline double helix, slowly spinning and shinning with an inner light. Looking up he understood what it was. It was him, everything that went into the body he bore in its simplest and smallest form. It held a wealth of possibilities, far too many for him to even begin to comprehend. He placed a shaky hand on the crystal, watching as a multitude of glowing lights danced in response to his touch. Something was wrong though, he could feel it even here. Shadows where there shouldn’t be shadows, as if his mind was being slowly consumed by some invisible beast. What was it the creature had said. It seemed so long ago now, like a whisper on the wind. Like a mountain rising from the sea, the memory surfaced in his mind. The beast had filled his body with venom.

“You don’t even know where to begin do you”

Draug turned, his eyes following the sound. Lazing in the crux between the two crystals sat a shadowed, featureless figure that seemed to burn like a black flame in the confines of the room. It held up one arm, gesturing at the crystalline structure.

“Even though you know what it is and what it can do, you don’t have the faintest idea of how to guide it towards your desires”

The thing let its arms drop, sliding down the crystal to stand in front of him. Up close he could see that the creature was not quite as featureless as he thought. While it lacked eyes it did possess a jagged mouth, stretched impossibly wide and full of brilliantly white fangs. It bowed theatrically before continuing.

“That is why I exist. I am the rationalization of your powers, or a part of it anyway. This whole room is a product of your own feverish delusion. Do not think to hard on it.” The creature said waving a hand vaguely
“There are more pressing things at hand. What’s important is that you must only concern yourself on the results of using your powers. The complexities of even the smallest change would take years to truly understand. So instead you must let it be guided by instinct”

The creature stopped, tilting its head to one side as if listening to a sound only it could hear. With a subtle almost weightless grace it began to move forward. It didn’t stop even when it had reached Draug, passing through him like a fish through water. It was an unnerving experience, sending shivers down his spine. It placed a long elegant hand on the wall; the dark shadow-like substance that made up its body began to burn itself into the grey plaster etching out a thick door shaped outline. It swung its head to face him once again.
“It is time for you to leave” It said, its voice almost a whisper

“No…” Draug said slowly, his gaze locked on the creature “I just fought something that could see inside my mind. For all I know this could be a trap. Why the hell should I trust you?”

“You can’t” it said “but you already realize this is your only option” There was silence as the door swung open, revealing only darkness on the other side. The creature watched impassively as Draug took his first steps towards the door. It was like wading through a river, as if some force was trying to keep him out of the oily blackness that lay ahead. Just as quickly as it had come the pressure vanished, hurling Draug through the clean cut opening and into the dark void that lay beyond.

[loner-kid]

its been a while since I posted something in here but I kinda feel like it right now so i'll put in an uncompleted piece of work i started writing today. It started as part of a contest to out creepy each other and then I got carried away...

Untitled
plop plop plop goes the blood on the cold steel floor
as the woman writhes in silent agony
no longer able to scream as her body is a drained useless wreck
and the sky blues eyes watch her still
waiting for the last throes of that special spark called life
though the face behind is stained with blood
and the hands quiver with an insane innevitability
watch, wait, love, enjoy
love the taste of bloodied flesh against your teeth
enjoy the useless screams that echo around the room
watch as the blood covers the world around in you in a red mist
wait for the final moment, the last gasp, the last writhe
everything for that one brief moment of time
where truth is merely the point between life and death
and you hold it all in your hands
those hands slicked with life itself
the face showing naught but a joy as simple and innocent as a childs
but the eyes forever cold
blue steel in darkest night, electric coins in empty sockets
and the moment is forever gone
each time it is different, each life a different window to the truth
like a city seen one brick at a time
the hands fall, no time to bask in the after glow
the body, the corpse, the pile of flesh
there is no need of it now with all use drained away
it is waste, but even waste can be recycled
the thin tounge darts over cracked lips
its desire to consume flesh ever more present
a burning need that screams out from within its cage
and even now the cold eyes cannot stare it down
the flesh is there, its scent filling the air and smeared across the walls
and it eats, the cage a twisted screaming heap
shreding meat from bone and bone from meat
till naught but a dead face and lifeless torso remain
the bones still strung together, tight wires encircling each white tube
flesh and bone bone both exposed and held as one

[loner-kid]

some more poetry from me...

Solace
Let me watch the world from afar
Let me never have to raise my head
And join the fast flowing rivers of relationships
I do not, I cannot understand those strange waters
So let me just exist, please
I do not care if i'm alone
Or if people laugh at my sorrow
I am nothing
And I lack so much of that which makes us human

Strange joy
Confession through possesion
The irony's profound
That ghost of mischief and despair
Brought upon my cowardly heart
The words I longed to say
A curtain of fear whipped away
By one that wished me harm
Such an odd reality is this singular truth
And with that foul spirit gone
I am left to reap the consequences of my heartfelt words
Even if she leaves me to wallow in sorrow
My words have been said
And my heart flies free

Eternal
They say I have a condition, a power
I would call it a curse
They say I cannot die
That is a lie, I can die, I just return
They call me the last hope in this war
But i'm little more than an endlessly disposable soldier
They send me to die time and time again
And my corpses litter the battlefield
They say I fight to protect th people of my home
But I have no home, and my friends died long ago
They call me a hero
Me, who is little more than a different kind of victim

[Meigumi]

I liked the Eternal poem. Has quite a story to it~

[loner-kid]

yep, that's by far my favourite one out of those three. I like to tell some kind of story with my poems, it makes them far more interesting. And because I've been in a failry poetic mood recently I have another one to post. I never really finnished it but I kind of like how it cuts off


There is both a rhyme and rhythm
To my deadly majesty
Glinting blades in a whirling dance
Each slash a bursting crimson fountain
My body almost spectral amidst the warm red rain
I burn with lust for death
Each kill a silent ecstasy
A steady stream of dying bodies meets my dull and rusted blades
My dance the final deadly siren
Deaths scythe in the field of human life
But there is something else...
Beyond the wailing of this damned crop
The reason I am here
The reason I cut, and maim, and kill
My brilliant shining dove
My love...
So sweet upon the gallows
The noose like the prettiest of pearls
She is so close now
But a breath from my tender embrace
And her eyes stare blankly
too blankly
They cut through me like knives
Those dead rotting eyes
I was to be her savior!
I was to be her knight in times of need!
And I failed, I let her travel beyond the veil
Let her travel to a place where I cannot tread
While I delighted in such trivial killings
Am I no more than a beast?
Was she wrong when she loved me
Those simple words, the beauty that lay within my soul
Was that all a lie?
Is there any beauty beyond the brutality of my heart
Did her eyes see this failed truth, this harsh reality
Or was she blind even until the last
I hold her now
Her skin cold to the touch
And as smooth and sleek as fresh ice on the surface of a lake
Her hair still soft, still smelling faintly of almonds
I prize the rope from her neck
And close her graying lids

[loner-kid]

The shadow in the city
I wander in silence
Lonely streets beneath my frozen feet
Tattered shawl against my pale skin
Simple wind like Arctic breath
Cobbles iced and rocky
Where are the warm glows of a shelter
Or even that communal huddle around an open fire
The darkness around me is empty
Just rolling forward
Building after building passing me by
Harsh scornful faces in the night
Wrought iron gates barring me from even the comfort of a stone step
Only the gutter is my friend tonight
Dank and rotten as it may be
The only place to lay ones weary head
In the harsh darkness of this reality

Memoriam
graves, graves
Faceless, nameless
Countless
The great maw of the long passed beast of death
It claimed them all
In no less than a handful of hours
Thousands, millions
In one fell sweep the numberless cries were silenced
Each glittering string of life severed in an instant
My hands are bloodied
Though no such liquid has touched my skin
To me they are stained more deeply than any other
What a plan I'd had...
What a foolish, useless plan
And me so far removed from their plight
Stretched their clock to the eleventh hour
And pushed them towards oblivion
I am more a monster than one who butchered his family
For I lead the trusting to a cruel and unjust death
By the power of an oversight
Such a simple little miscalculation...
I am a man that does not deserve to exist
And I must do all I can to repay my misdeeds


A broken prophecy
The pieces are set in this great whirling game
the lancer, the archer, and the trickster
bound together by an eternal friendship
The dancer, the striker, and the mage
ensnared in their own torment
rider and blade
one heart two minds
and the final piece
the star
the piece that should not have been played
for the game has been doomed to failure
That which should be has been changed
Yet it is not the star that should be blamed for this tragedy
but the piece that lies forever on the edge of being played
The prophet, golden eyed and mighty
harbinger to the stars survival
sowing the seeds of chaos within the other pieces
and racked by its own indecision
but this game is not yet over
for the book of life has yet to be rewritten
as the prophet is given one last chance to restore this shattered world
all that is asked is one small sacrifice
it must erase itself
for by existing alone it has brought doom to all things