They've clipped my wings
to keep me grounded
And grounded I have been
since they clipped my wings.
Once I flew
but I fly no more;
They've clipped my wings.
Dead Space Fanfiction[Raevyn: (Whispered, staring into nothingness) "I believe I can see the future..." Isaac: (looks at Raevyn, shifts forward) "Raevyn?" Raevyn: "'cause I repeat the same routine, I think I used to have a purpose... But then again, (looks questioningly into nothingness, as if trying to recall) that might have been a dream." Isaac: "Raevyn, are you okay?" Ellie: "What is she saying?" Raevyn: "(clutches throat) I think I used to have a voice, (hand comes up to make a shush gesture)now I never make a sound... (hand falls onto her lap) I just do what I've been told, I really don't want Them to come around, (shakes head) oh no..." (Ellie and Isaac become tense, eyes fixed on Raevyn) Ellie: "Them? Who are they?" (Raevyn, still lost in her own world, continues) "I can feel their eyes are watching (looks around, eyes shifty).... In case I lose myself again (bows head further). (looks up, tilted) Sometimes I think I'm happy here... Sometimes, yeah, (smiles to herself) I still pretend. (looks frust
Generation Z-Genocide Y["I'm so sorry sweetie..." My Grandmothers piercing blue eyes looked at me, an unbearable sadness behind them. "For what? What's going on Grandma?" "That is a long story my dear." Confused I tried to press my Grandmother further, upset to see her so sad. Something in her eyes scared me. "Grandma, please tell me, you can tell me anything." The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled her silence as she looked down at her hands, as if ashamed. She sighed and shook her head. Her tight white curls bounced on top of her head. "I'm afraid this is something I cannot share..." She sighed again but this time she gave me a regretful half smile. "I....I want you to promise me something Dawn." She reached out with her trembling old hands and took in mine. I looked down, unable to meet her gaze, but she grabbed my face and turned my head toward her steady fierce eyes, which were filled with what appeared to be angry tears. Suddenly I couldn't speak, but seeming to understand my silence
The Storm[A storm is raging outside, but inside a large farmhouse, a girl is getting ready for bed. Toweling off her wet face and pulling back the sheets of her white cotton bedding. She throws the towel into her hamper and lies down. After reading for a while, she puts the book down and tries to get some sleep. She lies awake for a little longer listening to the storm, the storm that hides the sounds of her intruders. A little later we can see the girl sleeping soundly when lightning flashes and thunder booms. We can see somethings eyes glow in her open closet during that quick flash, lurking. The thunder wakes her with a start, she calls out for a parent, but nobody is home yet. She turns to go back to sleep, and a shadow creeps out of her closet and to her bedside. More shadows from around her bedroom slither to surround the bed. The beds canopy curtains sway as the creatures breathe on each of them. Lightning booms again and we can see the four creatures hovering inches above the floor in b
Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
I know you're scared,
And I know you're blue.
But, trust me.
I won't hurt you.
It's no secret
That you hate my friends,
The Crystal Gems.
You think they're a menace,
Something to fear.
But, I promise you.
You're safe here.
They won't hurt you,
Because you can't hurt them.
I wish it wasn't like that.
I don't want to hurt you,
I want to be your friend.
I've come to notice
That Homeworld doesn't know love.
They think Garnet's an abomination,
And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.
When really, they're just Gems,
Like you and everyone else.
They want to do good for the world.
They just see from a different perspective,
Just like you.
Earth isn't bad.
Sure, some things can hurt you,
And some people are mean.
But, it's a beautiful place,
At least from what I've seen.
You must feel trapped
Without your tools
To keep you from
Losing your cool.
But, you don't need them
To be yourself.
You'll do just as good
As anybody else.
Just please understand me.
I've felt fear
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers think
We may dream our reality.
With earphones attached liked IVs
I dream my own melodic universe.
Until someone laughs behind me
And strikes up conversation with a friend.
And in that moment they become my anchor
Are they spinning through my dream
Or am I spinning through theirs?
Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,
Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,
And sometimes it all mixes together
Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.
When no one speaks to me for hours
I begin to wonder
Is everyone dreaming a reality that includes
The whole café but me?
The street outside the window
With passing strangers, dogs and cars
Is a whole new Milky Way
Waiting to be discovered.
But I am no space explorer
Aliens are beyond my reach.
Whispers of the people around
Reach my ears distinctly
Like waves lapping on the shore.
Words on paper go no way
Towards proving that I was ever here
My identity is slowly condensed
Not into the people who kno
pages upon pages uponsunday nights spent burning stray thoughts
and watching their furs singe
claims of temporary insanity and bats
dancing all naked over my bed
i am gone i am gone you are gone where have you gone
papier mache stretched tight cross my skin
begging for breaks begging for blood
coffee brewed strong enough to jumpstart the dead
ive been awake all morning ive been watching
the second hand on the clock
and it just laughs and laughs and laughs
in every moment it spends motionless
it just laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and
boy you are no longer the worst sleeper i know and
it pains me so it pains me so
i am stuck with the same words and i repeat them all broken-record stories
so you might understand me so you might hear me
buried in pits of peaches all southern and
decadent in the summers palms
the tape is wilting from my ceiling all
watered roots and gnarled branches
how many times have we pushed down
the seats in the car and screamed bloody murder
how many times have we seen the other
Marine Corps Rifleman's CreedThis is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my rifle is useless.
Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than the enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me.
My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, or the smoke we make.
We know that it is the hits that count.
We will hit.
My rifle is human, even as I am human, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and I are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy.
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasnt
given in, hasnt
AlphaThere is an ocean
of wolves battering
my heels, teeth
bared, breaking skin.
Lightning is laced
into my spine, it
takes no prisoners,
but electricity is
no match for their howls.
I stand as the lioness
within roars and spits
out a hundred curses.
They are now prey,
with tumbleweed trolls
sinking their brambles
into matted fur.
1. artemis ascendsshe strings her bones tightly when the wild hunt comes,
constellations of wolfteeth staccato against her skin.
midnight beckons until she can be still no longer; she runs,
leaps skywards, misty feet skimming smoke and threads of
stormcloud, arrow-arcing up and up until the horizon breaks
beneath her with a clap of thunder and above the aurora is
blooming. celestial goddess-not-girl perched on the rim of
heaven, the music of the spheres calls the planets to
orbit and she waxes timeless amid stars and satellites,
dancing a saturnalia with venus, whirling to the immortal
moonspun madness of the universe and tonight
all the world below breathes alive to her song.