45 Recent Deviations
LonelinessLooking at the ceilingLoneliness by soulis0
night after night
waiting in vain
for a hopeful ray of light
I keep telling myself
to hold on to life
there must be deeper reasons
for all that endless strife.
Trying to devise
a bunch of tricks and schemes
to feed my hungry loneliness
with treats of boring themes
I'm getting filled with hopelessness
and pain in my heart
because of some unknown
and unjustified act.
Waiting for a letter
a knock on my door
a voice on the telephone
I'd never ask for more
I hear the time's rush
breaking my existence
forcing me to the slavery
of fatal subsistence.
And when I turn the lights off
to start the ghostly sounds
revive the fictive shadows
and sleep with strange bounds
I imagine your face
inside a misty frame
smiling at me again
my heartbeat's fast refrain.
AgainFeet fall soft on concrete groundAgain by DanielleDestiny
Worn out shoes make no sound
Feel so trapped, but I’m not bound
I’m walking on my own again.
Midnight air cold on the chest
Muscles ache and beg for rest
For this life, I have no zest
I’m hiding from myself again.
People stare as I walk by
They laugh and joke, but I just sigh
Want to just break down and cry
I’m falling down that hole again.
Someone tell me why I’m here?
Please explain all that I fear?
Oh god who can make it clear?
Don’t want to walk alone again.
So many times I’ve walked this road
For my sins my youth was sold
This pavement has a stranglehold
I’m knocking myself down again.
The rain it comes and soaks my skin
Drowns the spirit that dwells within
I always lose, I just can’t win
I’m staring at the void again.
But with the dawn she’ll come to me
Reveal the truths I failed to see
The darkness becomes a memory
I’m heading back home again.
She tells me that she is here.
The Masquerade The horrid masks are moving in my direction,The Masquerade by soulis0
hollow eyes locked on the final selection,
cold sweat is painfully descending my spine,
whispers have been claiming I shouldn't have crossed the line.
Fiery Gothic letters are burning the black skies,
talking about principles-the indisputable ties,
speaking of The Logical, The Equal, The Right,
The Just, The Free, The Good, and The Eternal Might.
I abandoned my life to take the higher stand,
where powers of deceit, too hard to understand,
The Fatal KissAs the summer night's tuneThe Fatal Kiss by soulis0
was tightening the embrace,
and speeding up the race
to the final mirage,
the silk of your hair
was testing my face,
and your fabric's lace
was tracing the dance.
Tiny stars of light
in your magnetic eyes,
with those perfect dyes,
were speaking of the seas,
and your smile's radiance
on those fleshy lips,
was sending me off on trips
to ecstasy retreats.
As my being was touching
your ethereal presence,
the only thing of essence
in that magic span of time,
the perfume in the air
was turning the affair
into a nightmare
in my tormented mind.
While I was faintly trying
to slip back to reality,
escape from the fatality,
the ultimate abyss,
a wave of hot desire
took over my existence,
and melted my resistance
to the first and lethal kiss.
Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1 by thwackcrackers
Duane Blackburn was on full alert as he entered the 15th District. He drove in such a way as to not attract attention from the casual bystander, but his eyes constantly scanned the way ahead and his mirrors, keen to catch the first hint of danger. Had it been ten years ago, this district of The Bronx would be densely packed with all manner of human beings. Now, the downtrodden district was a cultural melting pot for the variety of alien races that encompassed the Galactic Collective. With the interstellar wars brewing beyond the Sol System, Earth became refugee central for all manner of aliens whose governments were involved.
The unified Earth Government warmly invited the extraterrestrial refugees in as a gesture of goodwill. What the aliens didn't know is that their human land lords would drop them in the worse living conditions possible, reserving the economically prosperous and industrialized areas solely for human occupants. The 15th was one of the five poorest congressional
Forgotten Legends: The Battle of HeavenAs I lay here, leisurely outstretched among a shimmering field of grass and soundlessly gazing up at the night sky, I can't help but count the twinkling stars which sit far above. Those infinite specks of gleaming ivory, they bind me in the chains of their beauty. I do not even dare to muster up an ounce of my willpower to rid myself of their bewitching charms.Forgotten Legends: The Battle of Heaven by thwackcrackers
I continue to ponder their magical allure until a memory whips through my mind. It was subtle like a whisper yet forceful like a raging maelstrom circulating within the deepest bowels of the ocean. I remember my father bequeathing unto me a myth, a fanciful tale which painted a pretty picture of how the stars came to be.
Eons ago, when a vast majority of the inner spheres were nothing but a miasma of untamed darkness, a great war was waged under the waving banner of dominance. The demon lords, infuriated by the notion of divine supremacy, called forth their dark and vile powers in an impetuous effort to usurp the god
The Angel in BlackWhen the Knight was but a child, he would frequently be visited by the Angel in black. She would watch as he sparred in the training yards with the other squires, always keeping her distance. But when night descended, and the young Knight was alone, she would draw close to him, resting at his bedside and whispering sweet dreams into his ear.The Angel in Black by thwackcrackers
As the Knight matured, so did his love for the Angel in black. His strength and unwavering faith blossomed as he willingly submitted himself to her compassionate care. His mind was fondly caressed by darkness, his heart cemented in the roots of her voice.
Even when the horns of war blazed, and the Knight valiantly rode off alongside his fellow men, the Angel in black kept her ebony wings around him. Her whispers guided him through the rage of battle, kept him sane through the spilling of blood, and kept his heart true to her even as those around him perished.
When the anchors of hope in men's hearts began to rust and crumble, the Angel in black hel
The East has FallenThe dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.The East has Fallen by thwackcrackers
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
Time Changes It’s been three years since Melissa death. Isis was sitting at the end of the pier with a half empty beer bottle in her left hand. She was looking into the moon that was setting into the ocean. The ocean breeze hits her hair as all she could think about is what could have been. If she would have just come home earlier she would have been alive and things would have been better. Melissa wouldn’t have died and things would have been better. She keeps thinking this as she takes another drink of her beer. She then looks down to see her “friend” climb up the pier like a monkey does up a tree.Time Changes by homeboy8221
Isis: What the hell are you doing?
Charge: I’m a spider monkey
Isis sighed as she was annoyed has he climbs up the pier.
Charge: So why so glum chum?
Isis: Do you know what day it is?
Charge: I hope it is pizza day at the shack.
Charge: Comic book day?
Isis: Hell no.
Charge: Then what?
Isis: It’s been ten years since my sister died.
curiosity killed the troll part. 1Carree Haajar: age, 3 sweepscuriosity killed the troll part. 1 by BruceBannerFanGirl
Carree was reading her dusty spell books in her hive that Mama Griffin had found her. They seemed to be old and contain powerful and long forgotten words and rituals. Carree Haajar, after losing, then partly regaining her sight as a young troll started reading and studying the art of magic rather than psionics. Her books are usually ones that her lusus salvages for her in old ruins for her as its a week trek one way down the mountain. The books she would bring her are history books that tell of the vantas' and how they always were great trolls despite being mutants or a spell book or two.
"Hey Mama?" Carree asked as she was looking through the larger than normal pile of books her lusus brought back. One had strange writing in a language that looked familiar but she couldn't read. "Where did you find this batch? Is there more?" She opened the book to a random page and what she saw made her blood run cold making her drop the book dead.
"What is it hornet?" he
curiosity killed the troll pt. 2earth, march 2, 2006curiosity killed the troll pt. 2 by BruceBannerFanGirl
Sam and Dean were driving down the road in the Impala after dean had "died" back in Saint Louis. They were looking into strange symbols showing up all around North America. No two symbols were the same and one of ten colors. Sam and Dean were going to Washington to see a golden "anarchy" looking symbol that had appeared there the previous night.
"So what do you think? Are these contented?" Sam was driving and Dean was in the passenger seat reading some random book about aliens and crop circles.
"I don't know. Maybe The colors aren't exactly alike and the symbols are completely different.'' He then glanced over to what he was reading "Secrets of the Fields." Why the hell are you reading that garbage?" He tried to grab it out of his hand and the car swerved on the street as Dean defensively pulled Sams arm.
"Dude, keep your eyes on the road!" said dean
"You're the one that pulled my arm!"
"We're in the middle of nowhere! Ther
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