UntitledThere is a burning need I feel right nowUntitled by TheMartyred
To escape any way, find somehow
To get the fuck right out of here
Before I lose my mind
I’ve thought a lot recently
About what I want and what I need
And I’m coming to the conclusion
They’re not compatible
A thought crosses my mind
One of a much darker kind
And I begin to consider
The prose of suicide
My heart beats slow
And I don’t know
Why I want to write this
Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 4Patience felt Angel's call and smiled to himself.Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 4 by Diluculi
"I am on my way. Is everything alright my Angel?"
Angel heard his words and frowned. "I am not your Angel."
Aslansa saw Angel frown and wondered what they were saying. Aslansa watched Angel and thought to himself that doing this may not have been a good idea. Yet there was no other way.
Patience smiled and laughed: "You are beautiful, you just don't realize it yet."
Angel frowned harder. "Patience, this is serious okay. I...I...need your help."
Angel hated asking him for help and looked at both Aslansa and Crystal, her eyes giving away her displeasure.
"I will be there in a couple of minutes Angel"
"Thank you." Angel thought. Once she was done she looked at the two pirates. "He will be here in a few minutes."
Crystal noticed Angel's tone or the look in her eyes. "Thank you, Angel!." She said and gave out one of her rare smiles but it wasn't replied.
"You are welcome.", Angel said cooly.
Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 3The boy's tattoo was a treasure map, Lyra was sure. She could recognize the outline of a part of an island with a dashed line and a giant X on it. Sadly, with all those gabs in it, it was impossible to tell which island was displayed. Also, there were other curls which could be other islands, but they weren't complete, too.Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 3 by Diluculi
The map was surrounded by ornaments, lots and lots of them.
It was the day after the feat and the child was still in the infirmary, where Lyra and Chrystal carefully copied every single line so they could study them later on.
Also, Abbey was there and showed the boy how to draw. It had been Linda's idea, but since Frederic didn't permit her mawcaw to enter, the ship's artist sulked somewhere on the deck.
Omega nudged her softly. "'lo Omega.", Linda muttered and started petting the wolf. "May I join you?", she heard Angel's voice.
"Sure!", Linda smiled.
The seraph looked over the girl's shoulder to see what she had been drawing. It was a picture of the little boy pla
Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 2When Angel and Sparky opened their eyes again, the witch stood in fron of them. Her white hair was flowing around her as if she was underwater.Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 2 by Diluculi
"Since I must not kill, I will ensure you'll can stay with your precious child here forever.", she said.
While she was speaking, Sparky got back on her feet.
"Try!", she shouted and attacked again.
In the face of the witch was a moment of surprise and again she tried to block the attacks. But Sparky seemed to become stronger with each blow.
Angel got up, too and fetched her swords.
As she joined the fight, the witch was not able to shield herself against both attacks and so, Vengeance's blade turned red.
The witch screamed in pain and blood stained her blue and green dress.
Angel's sword had left a deep cut in her right upper arm.
"You fools!", the witch hissed hatefully.
She then threw the bluish energy surrounding her hands at Angel. It painfully hit angel's chest and hurled her backwards. She landed next to the boy. He stared at her, but his
Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 1After the others left for the feast, Angel kneeled down next to Omega.Epic Tale - Chapter 2 - Part 1 by Diluculi
"I need you to guard the ship, girl.", she told the wolf softly. Omega growled in response.
"Don't worry Omega. I'll bring Angel back safe and sound.", Sparky said happily and petted the wolf.
As soon as the dock was almost abandoned, the two pirates took off.
They flew towards the castle, but landed in the light forest surrounding it.
Carefully Angel and Sparky sneaked through the grove. The trees almost reached the building without being interrupted by a fence of any sort.
"Somebody feels safe in there.", Sparky whispered.
"Somebody didn't know about us.", Angel replied and Sparky smiled.
Carefully they sneaked around the builing, always in the shades of the trees and close to the ground.
They were now at the backside of the mansion and found a small path leading through the woods.
Angel and Sparky didn't need words to agree on following it. They didn't walk on the path, just in case it's desitiny was guarded.
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
Self-Righteous SuicideUnder pistol pressure of my mind,
I've been forsaken by all I know,
And I shoot. Bang!
Just watch me slam into the scarlet flow,
Letting me drift away to my dark dream.
Under weary weight of my soul,
I've given up on all I believe,
And I cry. Damn!
But I still breathe to my black relief,
Purging the gasps of that sanguine scream.
Under choking conscience of my heart,
I've taken on all I can suffer,
And I explode. Boom!
This suicide of mine is not a crimson offer,
Relinquishing that current of a silver stream.
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