In times of old, blood followed his steps.
In times of new, he writes it all down for keeps.
In times of war, his heard was cold and harsh.
And when there was peace, he would feel no remorse.
During all these times he never felt comfort,
He never felt the warmth of someone else.
In him the flames of passion were never lit,
To burn within him, bit by bit.
Then one night he saw a beauty like no other.
For the sight of her was enough to ensnare him.
The sight of this beauty made him long for her,
And he continued to pursue, even when she pushed away.
When he was finally accepted by this fine maiden,
He made a personal vow to not har
The Shadow Thief - Chapter 1 by Ultima011, literature
Literature
The Shadow Thief - Chapter 1
Issac was sitting by himself in a local bar as he waited for his contact to meet him. Three days ago he had gotten message from an employer for a job that would pay a lot. From what he gathered from the message he figured out that all he needed to do was to help a woman gather some jewelry or something like that. He knew that there was more to it than just that though there was always something more to jobs like this. This is why he arranged for a meeting with her before he accepted the job. He knew too many people in his career that had made the mistake of accepting a job that soun
The darkness is falling on this lush land
I look around and see all has vanished
My soul, my life, my feelings have been banished
I can no longer hold this life in my hand.
Though I shouldn't feel anything for I am empty
All I feel is the dark, bitter and cruel cold.
I'll use all the courage that I can hold
And all who watch look at me in pity.
But through all of it one remains with me
One sould who is the eacon of my light
The one who sticfks out in that rather large mass.
I can't believe that I found one like she
She is the bright light that has turned me right.
For how could I resist such a fine lass?
Her spirit roars with a fiery life
Every day she pushes others out of her path
Not listening to their words of gratitude
Yet as she pushes others away
She yearns for somebody to hold her
Her spirit cries out with desire
She wants to feel the warmth of the one who holds her
With her mouth shut, she cries out for somebody
And yet through it all somebody replies to her call
She finds herself wrapped in his arms
Her spirit howls with a burning sensation
As she feels wanted
Glad to be needed
His warm touch sends joy through her body
She gets closer, glad to have somebody who found her
Now her broken sprit, is at last complete
Pitter patter, drip drop
The rain makes its entrance
Coating the land in it's watery grasp
None can escape this dance
Small puddles form on dirt
The water feeling so cool
As it falls without anybody getting hurt
We all begin dancing like a fool
As we embrace this life giving rain
And yet as son as it starts
The sky begins to drain
Looking up the sky seems to be in parts
And yet we remember that peaceful sound
Pitter Patter, Drip Drop
Tick Tock
The seconds go by
Tick Tock
I feel my sanity fly
Tick Tock
I wait with unwavering eyes
Tick Tock
The anxiety begins to rise
Tick Tock
I long for something to happen
Tick Tock
I stair at the clock, my soul gets sucked in
Tick Tock
How long must I wait
Ring Ring
For school to end
Poetry is a way to live
To live a life that you think of
It could take you days, weeks, maybe even seconds for a theme
You can get lost in your jungle of words
As your pen flys across the paper
The journey lasts as long as you want
And when finished you say its done
But when you read it
You pick your pen up when you realize
A poem is never finished,
It's just abandoned
Music is life in its own way
It has its own body, heart, and soul
Each tune holds a piece of its life
The tempo holds its heart
The instruments that play on command,
form the soul
This beautiful life is something special
The life of a song
Is just a keep
Of someones soul
In times of old, blood followed his steps.
In times of new, he writes it all down for keeps.
In times of war, his heard was cold and harsh.
And when there was peace, he would feel no remorse.
During all these times he never felt comfort,
He never felt the warmth of someone else.
In him the flames of passion were never lit,
To burn within him, bit by bit.
Then one night he saw a beauty like no other.
For the sight of her was enough to ensnare him.
The sight of this beauty made him long for her,
And he continued to pursue, even when she pushed away.
When he was finally accepted by this fine maiden,
He made a personal vow to not har
The Shadow Thief - Chapter 1 by Ultima011, literature
Literature
The Shadow Thief - Chapter 1
Issac was sitting by himself in a local bar as he waited for his contact to meet him. Three days ago he had gotten message from an employer for a job that would pay a lot. From what he gathered from the message he figured out that all he needed to do was to help a woman gather some jewelry or something like that. He knew that there was more to it than just that though there was always something more to jobs like this. This is why he arranged for a meeting with her before he accepted the job. He knew too many people in his career that had made the mistake of accepting a job that soun
The darkness is falling on this lush land
I look around and see all has vanished
My soul, my life, my feelings have been banished
I can no longer hold this life in my hand.
Though I shouldn't feel anything for I am empty
All I feel is the dark, bitter and cruel cold.
I'll use all the courage that I can hold
And all who watch look at me in pity.
But through all of it one remains with me
One sould who is the eacon of my light
The one who sticfks out in that rather large mass.
I can't believe that I found one like she
She is the bright light that has turned me right.
For how could I resist such a fine lass?
Her spirit roars with a fiery life
Every day she pushes others out of her path
Not listening to their words of gratitude
Yet as she pushes others away
She yearns for somebody to hold her
Her spirit cries out with desire
She wants to feel the warmth of the one who holds her
With her mouth shut, she cries out for somebody
And yet through it all somebody replies to her call
She finds herself wrapped in his arms
Her spirit howls with a burning sensation
As she feels wanted
Glad to be needed
His warm touch sends joy through her body
She gets closer, glad to have somebody who found her
Now her broken sprit, is at last complete
Pitter patter, drip drop
The rain makes its entrance
Coating the land in it's watery grasp
None can escape this dance
Small puddles form on dirt
The water feeling so cool
As it falls without anybody getting hurt
We all begin dancing like a fool
As we embrace this life giving rain
And yet as son as it starts
The sky begins to drain
Looking up the sky seems to be in parts
And yet we remember that peaceful sound
Pitter Patter, Drip Drop
Tick Tock
The seconds go by
Tick Tock
I feel my sanity fly
Tick Tock
I wait with unwavering eyes
Tick Tock
The anxiety begins to rise
Tick Tock
I long for something to happen
Tick Tock
I stair at the clock, my soul gets sucked in
Tick Tock
How long must I wait
Ring Ring
For school to end
Poetry is a way to live
To live a life that you think of
It could take you days, weeks, maybe even seconds for a theme
You can get lost in your jungle of words
As your pen flys across the paper
The journey lasts as long as you want
And when finished you say its done
But when you read it
You pick your pen up when you realize
A poem is never finished,
It's just abandoned
Music is life in its own way
It has its own body, heart, and soul
Each tune holds a piece of its life
The tempo holds its heart
The instruments that play on command,
form the soul
This beautiful life is something special
The life of a song
Is just a keep
Of someones soul
Current Residence: In your head deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium Print preference: Doesn't matter Favourite genre of music: All Metal, nerd rap, and orchestral Favourite photographer: My great uncle Favourite style of art: any MP3 player of choice: one that works Wallpaper of choice: dark theme or video game theme Personal Quote: A poem is never finished, it's just abandoned
Since I was born. That's right this day 18 years ago I was born into this world. Now all the joys of being an adult comes crashing down onto me. Full time jobs, voting, taxes, money management, ect. And on top of that this birthday isn't the best due to the fact that I have pink eye and I have to get the new sink in the laundry room with dad.
In case you haven't heard but there is a man in Badajoz, Extremadura, Spain has truely done evil this past month and has yet to be brought to justice. This man is doing an unthinkable act of tourturing puppies for hours until they die!! This is a matter of urgancy that needs to be justified.
PLEASE SIGN & SHARE THIS PETITION....(we need to reach 1 million fast in order for Google to reveal the information)
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I advise you to NOT watch the Video ([http://opdogfight.blogspot.com/]), but if you do, trust me, you will understand the urgency (and
I don't know what to say at the moment... Maybe I'll post a poem that I've written. Yeah I think that will do. Enjoy!
Poetry is a way to live
To live a life that you think of
It could take you days, weeks, maybe even seconds for a theme
You can get lost in your jungle of words
As your pen flys across the paper
The journey lasts as long as you want
And when finished you say its done
But when you read it
You pick your pen up when you realize
A poem is never finished,
It's just abandoned
Thank you so much for the favorite, it really means a lot If you are interested, I do post way more work on my facebook page [link] Either way, thanks again, and much love!