Your NightmareWhite walls, white lights, and a white floor, Cool temps to keep the body chilledWhite blankets and silver bedsBeeping monitors and sighing heartsRain-splattered dark windows dotting the endOf barren blank empty hallsOnly a stripe of blue along the middleTo contrast against the pallor.My mind tumbles where my feet can’t goI am a ghost and nothing moreWalking in your nightmareTo see what haunts you tonight.Soft tears slip down your cheeksYour long black fingers wrapped around her thin white handGentle and careful to not disturb the needle That’s keeping her alive.Blinking back the sadness, the fearYou watch her
You Begin To Wonder If It's TrueWhen every day, at home, you hear how fat you are.....................from your own dad...............And even though you know you're not "fat,"...You still look at yourself in the mirror every dayAnd see everything that's wrongAnd nothing that's right.....Then you put on your smiling mask,Step into the shadowsAnd say helloTo the world that doesn't knowAnd doesn't care.
AndAnd in the DarknessWe are all drifting, fading,We are all drowningBeneath the flamesOf the scornful.We areMost oftenWhat we don't see,AndWe areMost OftenUnaware.
PortalPortal to a world unknownWhere imagination is systematically organizedAnd reality is bathed in wires and chips;From which melody and harmony rageBlasted by invisible speakers,All and in allIncased by a silver boxThin and sharp like a combat knife;Fruit of life, the apple, imprinted upon a smooth metal surfaceChilled to the touch as though Death has become the apple itself...A blank screen outlined in blackBordered by a razor line of white gold,Reflects pinpoint fingertip lanterns;Letters bear a pathwayThe Keys a directionTo any destination, Any source of knowledge we could desireProtecting only those which ca
CONFIDENTIAL:::US GOVERNMENT: DesertFalconCONFIDENTIAL!US GOVERNMENTName: Derek “Desert Falcon” JamesAge: 25Hair: crew-cut blackRace: African-American Eyes: Black Vision: 20/18Build: Tall, muscular, Height: 6ft. 8in.Calm in Danger: Yes No Psychiatric/Mental Disorders: NonePhysical Limitations: Unknown/UnlistedJob 1: DCFDRank: Paramedic/FirefighterJob 2: SCO Scarecrow, Delta-Alpha Sigma-6Rank: Medic, Runner 5-6Job 3: M.A.G Rank: Rogue: Widowmaker TeamLocation of Home(s): Washington, DC; NYC; MiamiSpouse: UKNOWNSpouse’s Job(s): -------Family: UNKNOWNPets: 1 Wolf (Black)Other:My family ceased to exist long before I joined the SCO; I
Secrets of TruthSociety's definition of "crazy" is vastly different from country to country and era to era. So when you take a country like the United States and try to define "crazy," you end up with a dangerous concoction of "by the book" verses "actual reality". Actual reality is by its own definition, reality. But what is "reality"? Is reality really reality, or is it simply our imaginations, the thought processes of our brains telling us "this is reality" for so long of a time that we begin to believe it? Reality is what we see, experience, do on a daily or even minute-by-minute basis. Take, for example, walking into an airport. What's the first t
Immortal ChosenEver more that which ever wasFerocity, generosity intertwinedCrescent in love,Heaven and hell hath met their matchThat Death itself shouldest turn back.For in thy bare, well-worn handsMagic bound by grace hath summoned newborn lifeBy thy heart, mind and soulMatched they be to thy own spiritTho thee may know it not.Drawn together, thy spirits bound and intertwinedThy energies combined...Blessed be That Immortals shouldest choose yeFor the Dragon's Keep.May love and hope and peace envelop theeEvermore and eternally.
Ol' Man KraneGorgeous silken leaves in shades of crimson, golden, mahogony orange, and a fading green cover summer paths, crunching beneath your feet...a crisp breeze whisps up in a whirlwind of leaves. Darkness settles with a chill...are those eyes watching you?! No, no, couldn't be...could it? You hurry along, back into the street with a good solid wall at your side, breaking free into the town. Ahead of you, silly Jack O'Latterns grin back at you, the candles inside sending shadows dancing on the front steps. The inviting smells of an evening meal drift through the veils of fog that hide the heavy shadows of old forgotten willow trees. Kee
Ageless SecretSecrets aligned in crystal A whisper, a word, stories in ancient tongueShimmering in the dead of nightLittle lanterns dance in sweet harmonyDestinies collide in age, against Time ItselfDeny not the flutter of thy heartFor truth, and in truth, melodies sing the Sirens True...Upon the brow of battleBeyond the clutches of beastly foulsSketched by the fingers of ancient eras pastAll and in all written the world of a noble raceUpon crumbling stone"Let thy love rule in kingdom and soulThat all the lands may know thee in whole."Sworn by swordFor the Kingdom so trueA promised lordship, the Way, the beginning and the En
Of The OldWritten in hope and etched in stoneThe secrets of the days of old,Their words an immortal memoryWhere time would stand stillAnd steeds would harken their Master's callWhere metal sung through heaven's airAnd the bells call all to one final massAs the cry of battleRicochets through flesh, heart, and bone.
The Ring of Stones SYNOPSISThe Ring Of StonesOf Plots & BackgroundThe Ring Of Stones (also known as TROS) is one of three novels I am writing and actually coincides with my mystery novel What Happened On Wolf Mountain (WHOWMt) via my other novel GateWay. To put it simply, GateWay is about a group of travelers from our world who have the ability to pass between worlds and dimensions via a system of "gates" (very similar to StarGates) and Mystic Portals (like mists that float across an open space and the person(s) walks through them into another world).The Ring Of Stones and What Happened On Wolf Mountain are contained with in the novel GateWay as separate worlds.
Annanassaii aka Dark Thunder Rumbling thunder in every hoof beat matching the rhythm of earth's heart, Dark Thunder commands obedience from his rider. Darker than his sire Midnight Sun (aka Draniiros), Dark Thunder blends in with the night; he is of the Shadow Herd, with Celtic Nariis (Celtic Storm Runner) bloodlines. Prancing at a trot, he sounds like pebbles of rain; canter and gallop strides sound like rolling thunder. Like most Nariis horses, he can only be ridden by one rider and will fight to the death to protect that rider; each Nariis horse chooses its rider. Except in very specific circumstances, Dark Thunder is a fully-blac
Genetic Mind Thought processes are very complex, no matter how simple they seem to us. Every thought has another train of thoughts linked to it--negatives in one chain, positives in another, and over a thousand such derivative chains. Could I be right? If I am right, could it be this? If it isn't this, could it be this other choice? Like a world with infinite dimensions, our minds have nearly infinite thought chains. Even genetics, a seemingly separate entity from the mental strokes of the mind, can control nearly every thought that we process. Certain types of memories, called "Genetic Passdown" memories, are controlled and channled through spec
Dear John Every call, every email chat, every DeviantART message, I tell you the same thing, but to me it sums up everything I feel for you: I love you. And dang it boy, you know I'll fight like hell to keep you. You are the whole universe to me and there is no other, there never will be an "other", and you know me--I will kill with my bare hands anyone who kills or hurts you. I love you FOREVER and I want to spend my life with you, if you're still willing when you get out. No matter what happens, I will always be proud of you; you're my hero, John. You mean so much to me and I know sometimes you feel like I'm "so perfect that you don't deserv
Panic Attack Days Where am I? What's wrong with me? Why can't I fit in? What did I do wrong?! Questions flutter through my head like some storyline of the Busy Bumblebee, crowding out all hope, all joy. Must I ponder these thoughts any longer? What hope is to be had when all the world crashes down around you and your only hope, your only sense of stabilities is walking away? How will I last such a long time? What will I do? Tears filter through heavy eyelids, straining past my upmost defense shields, depression and desperation threatening to swallow me whole. Why can't I be like I was...not so clingy and hopeless..?There are no answers, but the darkn
Sober Life Do not let anyone tell you that having "just one drink" will not impair your driving. Drinking and driving is restricted for a reason: to save your life and the lives of those around you. While God protected me, my family, and those around us, I can garuntee you that not everyone gets off easy. Just ask one of my childhood friends, who will never walk again because a drunk driver hit her while she was walking home from school. Please, especially for you parents out there: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do NOT drink and drive! Hope in the form of a Noreaster snow storm blared on TV the day before, giving me hope that I would not have to go to
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