Withstanding the Storm by Flammingwolf, literature
Literature
Withstanding the Storm
Do not attempt to withstand the storm
That is I.
For I will knock you to your knees,
And take what is mine.
Do not attempt to hide from the fury
That is in my gaze.
For there is a truth there
That you are ashamed to see.
Do not tell me where my place is;
For I will destroy it.
Do not tell me what I cannot do;
For I will embrace it!
My heart pumps passion;
My head sings determination;
My body bleeds action;
And my eyes reflect the storm that is I.
Do not attempt to contain me;
Many a fool has tried.
Only to be swept away,
By the furious winds
That lie behind my tongue.
I am a force that cannot be stopped;
My feet quake the very earth!
Her hands went to the rouge;
For today it would not do,
For a single curl to be out of place.
She had a date,
One she could not afford to miss,
One she’s been looking forward to all week.
Her clothes where freshly ironed,
Not a wrinkle out of place.
She was dressed to impress,
Her date tonight.
They would got out for supper.
And then come home, for the night.
She went to her car,
She did not like to drive.
But today was the day,
It would not do to make him wait.
The engine roared, and with a careful step,
She went tearing down the road.
Down the road, she drove.
Further and further she went.
She did not stop until she saw it.
The j
She stood there mesmerized;
His Face.
Eyes partially closed.
She stood there watching;
The sunken, rotting flesh fall off his bones.
Enchanted with natures cold hard truth.
She wondered how it felt;
His flesh.
Under her soft, warm hands.
She had to know, needed to know,
Could already feel it under her fingers.
The stranger’s cold, gummy skin.
She reached out her hand;
His cheek.
Warm hand on cold flesh.
Adrenaline pumping in her veins
As the Blood dripped onto her fingers.
Pulling them away, she stared.
She was fascinated;
The slab.
She needed to be closer.
She lied next to the corpse.
Staring at its rotting, decomposing frame.
The
The game was at a standstill,
The whiskey running dry.
Smoke danced like their mistress,
Death was looming at their door.
The game was to end at midnight,
Five minutes on the clock.
The ticking was their warning,
Their warning was about to stop.
Nobody knew a life would end,
Nobody but one.
He folded his cards,
And gave the devil’s own grin.
For the clock stroke midnight,
It’s shrieking loud and clear!
He pulled out a gun,
From his coat, out came a gun!
It fired into the night,
It fired blood red that night!
The smoke danced like his lover,
And death was in his cards.
Nobody saw it coming,
Nobody but one!
What is it you say?
A thought, A thought
You wished to share today.
I'm sorry but...
Your thought is wrong,
It's not our thought
A thought thunk by all of us.
Yours is to reserved,
To uniformed.
Let me tell you what is true,
So you know your facts.
And learn not to be disturbed
by things that others are due.
After all, it is just some
brainwashing done by our society.
Now that you know better,
better than you had before,
what was it you said?
Why yes, it is sad that individuality is dead.
You, you and your tongue
Constantly saying this and that
Hoping to confuse the masses
With pretty words and flowered speech
Hoping that the fools who listen will follow
And yet, most bugling of all
They do, they follow you speech
Analyse every empty word
Every flowered screech
Awing and praising half thoughts
Tell me does this bring you joy
Knowing how wonderful you can confuse
That boy that chair, that stupid hound
And yet, most foolish of all
Is I, I who listened, worst of all believed
These flowered speeches, empty words
So to you I say farewell,
Speech maker
W
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Meet again
Welcome to our modern age
Where everyone is connected
And no one’s engaged
Where your high school grades
Mather more than your own brains
And your personality is picked up
Fleshed out and all individuality
Is pecked clean by teenage insecurities
Welcome to the age of dreams
Where you are told to reach for the stars
But soon find out
That the stars are too far
Too unrealistic, way too hard
Weighted, brought down
By social expectations
And you are forced to leave behind
The pieces of lost hopes
Shattered dreams of childhood reveries
That soon lay forgotten
In a pile of a million disappointments
Welcome to the age of infidelities
Where
The legend of the rose by Flammingwolf, literature
Literature
The legend of the rose
This is a story that took place long ago, in a realm of eternal darkness.
Souls of the deceased would forever wander the realm, until their hearts became pure and they could be reborn once more.
Only, the sins of their souls continuously tainted the land until it would have fallen in complete darkness, if not for the ruler.
The ruler of the land was Death.
One day, a flower of the sun fell from our world, landing on the highest mountain in Death’s realm.
Shinning brightly, the flower soon brought light to the land, freeing it of sin.
Noticing the light, both God and the Devil grew curious of this flower that had caused it.
When De
The room was white. It was square, small and held no doors or windows. In precisely in its center, sat a perfectly symmetrical black box. The purpose of this box is quite simple; it brings and takes back items. But for what purpose would that be necessary? Well now, this room had one lone inhabitant, a small, fragile girl. Dressed in a plain white cotton dress, she seemed to become one with the wall itself. The only thing that stood out was her black hair; why, if not for her hair, I can say with upmost certainty that the girl, most likely would not have existed, at least not like you or me. Slowly the girl sat up, and with light, quiet
The beauty that once touched me
Has all but vanished,
Destroyed by corporate greed
Eaten by progress
And crippled by carelessness
I miss seeing butterflies
And rows of full grown trees
Water clear and blue
And places where animals grew
But now the beauty that surrounded me
Has all but disappeared
Destroyed by roaring flames
Eaten by gluttony
And crippled by evolution
I wish to see the birds
High In the sky
And I want to see the bunnies
Running around to play
But the beauty that embraced me
Has all but evanesced
Destroyed by blatant disregard
Eaten by neglect
And crippled by blight
Humans don’t deserve
What the planet has given
For
So, I want to get a cosplay name, but I have no Idea what to go with, here's the ones I came up with:
1-flammingwolf
2-mapplelover
3-me
5-The knight of the night
6- Crazy chip
7- Guardian
8- Go Jo!!!
9- Celtic angel
or subjctions....
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