I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is for
It's finally over.
"It's dead!"
they cried
while any semblance
of breath left
their stillbirthed
lungs
they unearthed
the past and
buried the
memories,
they dug up
the Earth
and buried the
bodies
"It's dead!"
they cried
while the rain fell
and washed away
any evidence of its
rebirth
It's finally over.
Hope's bleary-eyed, bags beneath his eyes like blink-to-burst reservoirs sunset lapse and in the dark we sightlessly converge I forgot I do not own you hallucinations, blown sugar from the nest of my palm, closet skeletons of rattling mandibles, silhouettes of teeth knocking together like hypothermic conversation, secrets do not sound like windchimes secrets do not sound like windchimes
10:06pm and honestly by enigmaticsmile, literature
Literature
10:06pm and honestly
10:06pm
76 degrees
partly cloudy
people are dying
they always are
I can stand outside in southern suburbitude
hearing nothing but cycling on and off and on of central air units
reveling in the remains of a cooled down sunny day
but
it's so real now
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it is everywhere
and, so they say,
that it is everywhere
"'We are slowly descending into chaos' Miami doctor says"
"Emergency field hospital set up in Central Park"
and so we stay at home
wife child and I
working at home
learning at home
spring cleaning the home
weeding and watering at home
playing at home
living
at home
I research
seve
A Random Bouquet of Haikus by PrecariouslyPeculiar, literature
Literature
A Random Bouquet of Haikus
1 -
Gold eyes, freckled face
A free spirit who won't bow
And dances like leaves
2 -
The shepherd's boy calls
And furry ears twitch in response
They're ready to serve
3 -
'In hindsight,' he thought
'Perhaps hitting on that witch
Wasn't quite so smart'
4 -
His voice will make mad
All but the purest of souls
And then there's his gaze...
8 -
They welcomed her in
Those children of the wild
And showed her kindness
9 -
Tranquil her abode
Water reflecting her soul
Her past took its toll
---
1 & 2 -
Magic, like money
Merely enhances the spark
Of our true selves
4 -
He had seen something
Flitting between the dark trees
Which began to si
Ode to the Gladiator by SapphireCityMedia, literature
Literature
Ode to the Gladiator
They fight for blood,
They fight for glory,
Upon fields of mud,
And inside arenas that are gory,
Built for battle they fight,
Until their last breath,
As the crowd savors,
The pungent aroma of death,
If you think that is cruel,
Then the cruel world,
Itself is to be blamed,
But I have one question,
Are you not entertained?
----Ode to the Gladiator
8 Tips for Writing Horror Stories by DesdemonaDeBlake, literature
Literature
8 Tips for Writing Horror Stories
8 Tips for Writing Horror Stories
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Genres” – Section 6 “Horror"
With Links to Supplementary Material
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The next on our list of genres to talk about is the Horror genre. I talked a bit about this on my chapter on creating a Monster; but horror does not necessarily require a monster, just like monsters do not necessarily need to be strictly within the horror genre. So I highly recommend checking out that chapter as the second half of t
We skip through time with a hurried pace
Determination etched upon our face
Forgetting that of which we need
An echoed voice we seldom heed
Stop and take the time to see
The Majesty of life for You and Me
All ring so true in what we say
To stop and help then kneel and pray
Of hearts and souls to be laid bare
From nurturing friendships filled with care
We lose the sight of which is meant
To fill our minds with messages sent
When stop is not go, and to walk is not run
Beauty is seen in the glow of each setting sun
So laugh and to cry, and a simple touch
To those in need is felt so much
Of warmth and cold and wet and d
"The sky is gray, and so are
the cities and the streets.
These people are gray
as well, and all they see and
all they are is gray, gray, gray."
He muttered this and more to himself
while picking his fingernails,
but I was listening
on the curb with him.
Listening to the tectonic
engine rumbles; and the
heat shimmering off the six-lane road
like melted glass.
He spoke my language but that
didn't make it
any easier to understand.
When I lifted my head from
the sidewalk, there were young couples
painting the town red. There were
vandal artists in rainbow packs
marking in blue and yellow
as an alcoholic throws back her hair