I'm going to be writing a lot of poems and posting them here, but I don't want to flood the forums with seperate threads for all of my poems. I also noticed that there are many "I'm Writing a Short Book" thread. You can post everything here, or discuss anything literature related. Exceptions may include (for example, the SICK novel, because it belongs in the SICK thread). Go ahead, discuss, post your work, and have fun.
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It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
I can appreciate this thread. But I'm extremely self-conscious about all my writing. So I shall think about posting some of my own stuff. In the meantime, I'm always happy to critique someone else's work.
I'll write something later this week, hopefully I'll come up with something nice for you guys to enjoy. Till then, here's the poem I wrote my dad on his birthday.
Today we celebrate your birthday,
It happens every year.
Tonight you also get to eat,
And have yourself a beer.
You are thirty-eight!
It has got to feel good.
Especially after the last few days,
Now you can eat real food!
You've given all you got,
and then a bit more.
One was more than enough,
What made you want more?
A loving husband,
The best father,
What little I didnt learn from you,
I learned from my mother.
You taught me what I know,
You've shown me how to feel.
Even though we begin to differ,
You'll always give me a meal.
You taught me to write,
You taught me to read,
You even taught me to grow,
Beginning with a seed.
On this day we remember,
Tonight I will say,
What we don't often remember,
Something we should everyday.
That you have made us strong,
You make us smart.
This family cannot exist without you,
From the very start.
Your the source of strength,
When we are weak.
And without your involvement,
Life in this family would be bleak.
I guess what I'm trying to say,
And this is the very truth
I love you dad.
Happy birthday to you.
ok ill show you what i have atm. didnt want to show until i was farther. Its a long story im working on. I cant get into writing a novel, i have the idea but ill just shut up now. Yeah i know it might not be interesting yet but there hasnt been any connections to other things yet to make it to exciting. Yeah im not the best describer in the world. And i still have ALOT more to go before i even think about being done. anyways heres what i got....
History of the Rampages
Before I left Ukari for Adul my dad and I buried my mother and sister their in the cemetery. I don’t remember much of this for I was only two years old when they were both killed in my father’s last Rampage of his time. When I got to be a little older, of about toddler age, all the memories of my mother and sister had escaped me and I couldn’t recall what they looked like, if it wasn’t for the portrait of our family that an artist passing through town hadn’t did of us. I remember in our little hut that painting was our most prized possession. I remember my father and I would sit in our little hut on rainy days just staring at that picture. The gold frame that held it, which was probably the most valuable thing in our hut, couldn’t even compare to the beauty or value of that which it held. In the painting my mom had dark brown flowing hair , as well as my sister. They resembled each other, or should I say, my sister resembled my mother. My mom looked like an angel, I’m not exaggerating in the least bit. She was simply breathtaking, as is seeing the ocean for the first time. Her hair was so long, at least halfway down her back, and in the painting it swayed to the left side and off the canvas, because the wind was blowing it. She was of normal woman stature but definitely wasn’t normal in the sense of her magnificent beauty. Her eyes were a deep green, and when you looked into them, just from this painting, you could see her love for life. Her face was the prettiest face in all of Ukari, every woman in all of Ukari envied her, even if it was in the slightest way, even if it was an envy of complementing her beauty, because that was just a polite way to hide their envy for her gorgeousness. My sister, well she was basically a younger version of my mother. Smaller, shorter hair, which swayed to the left also, same color eyes and that same pretty face, which would become a replicate of my mother if she were to still be alive…
I can remember the look on my dad’s face when he sat there gazing at both of them. Both of those angels as I like to call them, for that’s the closest way to describe them that I know of. His eyes would tear up and he swallowed a lot, probably because he was beginning to get a lump in his throat. Then his dark eyes would get bloodshot and weary looking. It seemed every bit of happiness he had would be taken away when he looked at it.
Of course my father and I were in the painting too. I was in the middle right side, my sister to the left of me. My father was on the far right on the canvas, and my mother to the far left. I was just a year old, barley able to stand. I was a plump figure of flesh, cute, but just your everyday little boy. I had a little mop of brown hair on my chubby fat head. As for my father, well he looked the same in that painting as he always did. His distinct white beard, the beard of “Mages,” was as white as the smoke that came out of his pipe that he always smoked. He was stocky, built and proud to have a family that looked as good as we all did. His posture in the painting was that of pure ecstasy. He was happy then, when he had us all. A beautiful wife, daughter, and son.
I remember our hut my dad and I lived in. It was petite in size but very cozy. It was a one room hut other then the partitioned bathroom on the left hand side of our circular hut, that being the left side when you walked in our wooden door from the streets of Ukari. The hut itself was made out of mud which baked in the summer sun. When you walked in and looked straight forward there were two huge antique looking chairs made of bronze that had half ripped cushions and the bird feathers were revealed from within them. Right in front of those was our small fire place with the chimney coming out the top of our mud hut. And right above our chimney hung our most prized possession. To the left as I said before was our bathroom, which was the equivalent of an indoor outhouse. And to the right when you walked in was the dining table. We both always slept on the floor, on two small mattresses my dad had got from somewhere. We would always sleep right below the angels. Life was as good as it could be without them.
I had a fairly normal childhood, although I didn’t go to school. My dad and I worked in the old iron ore mines to the south of Ukari. I started working with him when I was only five years old. When I firsted started working there with him I had no idea what I was getting into. The smell there was unique, it had a sulfur smell mixed in with the smell of three hundred or so men all sweating. It was cold down in those mines, but the constant work kept you sweating, you would stay warm as long as you worked but as soon as you stopped your sweat would get cold and make you cold. I remember when I first started working there, the first time I experienced a collapse. It was almost like normal routine for the men, although they were still sad to see Kahn die that day. The part of the mine Kahn was working, the lower shaft, had collapse, he was mining in a critical support area. We got his body out and I remember seeing a glimpse of it. It haunted me, it haunted those mines for me and ever since then when I worked there with my dad those mines had an eerie creepiness to me. I didn’t like to be alone down there at all anymore because I had constant scenarios running through my head of “what if I got stuck down here and nobody noticed” and that sort of thing. I usually worked right by my dad, and he was hunched over but in my early years working there I could stand straight up because I was so short. When I got older, say fourteen or so, I knew exactly what I was doing there. I knew where I could mine and what area’s meant certain death if they were mined. Although I was just as good of a worker as some of the guys who had been there 30 years and was confident that I was knowledgeable enough not to get myself hurt, I never liked working down there in the lower shaft. It was constantly cold down there, and my dad never worked down there with me. It was me and Kahn’s brother that worked together when I was down there, his name was Euphari. He was nice enough but he was just creepy, I think the thought that I worked with the dead man’s brother, down where he died was what had me creeped out. It was pitch dark down there except the light from our two oil lanterns. We mined with our pick axes all day down there. Euphari always worked down in the lower shaft, which was strange to me since his brother had died down there, he had his reasons but to this day I don’t know why he didn’t try to opt to work in the upper shaft. Anyways, cold, smelly, damp, and it definitely wasn’t the place for a person that was Closter phobic. Sometimes when we were in the extremely deep low parts of the mine, we had to literally squeeze to fit down there. When we got the iron we put it on a big platform connected to a pulley system and hoist it up to the upper shaft where the “runners” would then pick it up and take it to the carts where they were wheeled out on the little tracks up there to the outside. I didn’t work much with Euphari but when I did it was always awkward. First of all he was in his mid-fifties I’d say, and one of his eyes was slightly higher then the other one on his face. He had a slight curve in his back from where he had worked in the mines his entire life, especially since he worked in the lower shaft his whole life. He had a profound, deep voice that always sounded like he needed to make that “ehum” sound people make to clear their throat of mucus that muffles your voice. He was tall but with his back condition it made him seem a little shorter. He was always had a scruffy face, not a beard but just a fine layer of whiskers. Euphari and I didn’t talk much but when we did it was about my dad and him and how they were mages. Although my dad was a much greater mage then him, and was known all throughout Ukari. Euphari was just starting to get good with magic. He knew some simple spells, and whenever our lamps went out, he would relight them with some spell he knew, although I cant recall the exact words of the spell. Euphari always boasted about my dad to me, and how he would see my dad using spells he never heard of just in daily work. I knew everything he was telling me, I lived with him! But this just made me like him more. Actually the more I think about it he was the only guy there I talked to other then my dad.
Well, working the mines was what I did up until my dad got sick and couldn’t work there any longer. I was twenty two when my dad got a terminal disease that there was no known treatment or cure. The disease, which the children around where we lived called “old orc flesh,” was a disease that made my dad completely unable to do anything. His skin would turn a repulsive green color in areas that would get infected and his skin in the affected area would smell so putrid that it would make you gag. Of course, to comfort my dad I didn’t gag, although at times it took everything I had not to just puke on sight of it let alone the smell. After the area of the infection took over, the skin would just start to become really slimy and puffy. Eventually as I was taking care of my dad for about the first two months of his diagnosis of “old orc flesh” his arm was completely gone. His flesh just started to completely fall off of his arm, and it would sometimes fall completely off, which would reveal his bone. When his arm, his right arm, which was his dominant arm, got so bad, surgeons came to our house and performed the surgery in our hut. We decided that it would be best to just amputate his arm then to let it spread any further, although other areas were beginning to get infected as well. At the time the surgeons arrived at our house I had my dad on both of our mattresses, I put mine underneath his for extra padding and I just slept on the mud floor by the fireplace by him. Like I was saying, when the surgeons arrived he asked me to leave, but there was no use. He was talking in vain and should have just saved his breath, I wasn’t about to leave my dad, possibly on his death bed. I stayed right there and for the first time in a long time held my dad’s hand. Well the doctors started by ejecting his arm with morphine, a newly founded drug which dulls the nerves so pain is relieved during surgery. After that, basically it was a routine surgery the doctors said. My dad laid there with no emotion on his face at all. Although, I couldn’t really see his face, I had bandaged his face completely up except his eyes and mouth because his skin was starting to peel. But, he didn’t scream not even a slight moan, to show that he was in pain. When the arm was completely removed and they had him bandaged they took his arm and put it in a sack to examine to what they could learn from it. I got a look at it, it was a two and a half foot long piece of flesh that was the darkest green you ever saw and it was just oozing abominable juices and slime, the same color green. My dad actually felt relieved he said when it was removed, and I don’t doubt that in the slightest bit. If that thing was actually his arm, and it was it had to be a relief for it to be gone, cause the only thing it was, was a factory for pain. Well I kept caring for my dad until the disease just got so bad that there was absolutely nothing doctors could do for him. His throat was completely infected, which affected his throat. He couldn’t eat and both of his legs were the same way. Our whole hut stunk of the foulest smell on earth. My dad just wanted to die, and seeing him this way had me completely heartbroken to see my dad in this shape. The only person I had was dieing right before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do. To have my mother and sister murdered in my father’s last rampage of his time, and now to see him staring at that picture, knowing he is dieing had me depressed. I didn’t eat or sleep for days. When he died in his sleep and I woke to find that he had passed, it was almost a relief. Sure, the initial grief was hard, but seeing him the way he was had me more sad.
The day of his death, I went to the “Ukarian Mage Guild” to tell them the news, and to have them help me get him out of the hut. Everyone knew him from his superb leadership in his last Rampage. Two of his closest friends, which I don’t even know there names, probably war buddies of his during his last Rampage, came to the house with a coffin. We picked him up, and he just completely fell apart basically. His flesh just fell off and we were just holding chunks of him in our hands. We eventually got him in his coffin, which involved us picking the entire top mattress up and sliding him over into the coffin. They took him away to have him embalmed. That night I got no sleep as well, I had been running on an empty stomach and no sleep for over a week but it never even dawned on me that I hadn’t eaten or slept in that long. Anyways the following day the Mages held a funeral for him which I attended, at the cemetery in Ukari. It was the hardest thing since my mother and sister’s funeral. When they lowered him down in his grave, to the right side of my sister, my mother on the left side of her, that’s when I was relieved the most. All pressure was gone, I don’t know why but it was. I think all the time seeing my dad was sick was gone and I knew he was with my sister and mother then. But, I was now an orphan…
I really appreciated the “Ukarian Mage Guild” for helping me in my time of need. They made sure to see that I had all my needs taken care of, if I had any they said I could rely on them. My dad was part of the guild during the first Rampage, actually he was a leader of it, and taught magic there. They were like the militia for Ukari, and practiced magic and sword fighting. I never saw them though, my dad always told me of what they did, but he never let me go, even when I got older and worked in the mines with him. He said I would be in the guild soon enough and that he didn’t want me growing up on him to soon, plus I don’t think he wanted me to join them so I wouldn’t have to fight if war was to break lose.
Well I guess by now you’re wandering the names of my family. My mother’s name was Mary, my sister Ellisia, and my father Articus. I’ve talked about my father’s death, but you’re probably wondering how my mother and sister got killed. They were slaughtered by those barbaric Orcs! We, the Ukarians have been at constant war with the Orcs since Orcs first met humans. The Orcs have rampaged many of our villages over hundreds of years since we first were at war with them. We once had a peace treaty with them, which seemed sincere, my father told me about this. But when we put down our guard that is when they struck us the hardest, the worst of all rampages. Maybe I’m being bias since it was my father’s last rampage, the rampage that my mother and sister were killed in but this was a complete massacre of three of Ukari’s villages. My village, Tyla which was ransacked by the Orcs first. My entire village was burned to the ground and women and children weren’t spared. The Orcs didn’t care about anything other then stealing out goods, from passing merchants, stealing things from our huts, and sucking everything ablaze with there torches and archers, which had fire tipped arrows. The Orcs are known for their slyness, and always hit when they are least expected, thus every time the Orcs hit Ukari the battle is called “Rampage (number),” my dad’s last rampage was the 8th in the history of the Rampages. My dad said that the entire “Ukarian Mage Guild” was fighting the orcs with everything they had. They’re magic did well against the Orcs, they’re magic was mostly use of elemental magic, such as fire, ice, wind, and lightening. The Orcs armor was forged well, they had forged it to be able to take a beating of elemental damage but was still no match for our mages, especially the mages as skilled as my dad. But, they’re were so many more orcs then Mages my dad said. He told me that they simply couldn’t kill them all fast enough to save the villages. Many huts were rampaged and innocent women, children, and men slain by them. Orcs preferred weapon was the axe, a massive primitive axe forged out of iron. They’re armor, also forged from iron, was very well forged, as I said before, and was made just to block against our Mages attacks. Well, like I was saying, my village mostly got completely burned down, although my dad and I were fortunate not to have our house burned to anything stolen. But, I would have much rather had that then what did happen. I don’t know exactly where my mom and sister were but some wretched beast come upon them and slaughtered them before they could get to safety. Tyla, my village, Umad the village west of mine, and Yilliad the village east of mine all ended up in the same shape of mine. Since the Orcs hit completely unexpected they did a lot of damage before our Mages came and got their. When the Mages arrived at first the villages were already burning, and more then half the Orcs were making they’re way back to Paadonia, the Orc’s Country. After the Orc’s retreated because they knew they couldn’t match our Mages magic, our country was left in total shock. Three of our villages were totally destroyed. The Orcs made away with a ton of loot, every merchant, hut, armory, and granary was looted, then burned. The land was scorched from the massive fire, and the smoke rose for days my dad said. The blood-soaked ground was red for weeks with the blood of children and women. And now that my dad is gone, it is my duty to step up and take his place in the Guild, to take revenge on the Orcs, and Paadonia will eternally burn by my enchantment which I will learn from the Mages.
Now that you know some background of the Rampages, well all the knowledge I know of them at least, I’ll go into deeper detail about the race of the Orcs themselves. Like I said ever since Orcs met humans we have been at war. Noone knows why this is, it might now be that over many generations of war against them, and a failed peace treaty that peace with them is considered impossible, and it will remain that way until I have my revenge. To describe what the typical Orc looks like is quite easy considering they all the look the same. Each one is a massive creature and are completely made out of muscle, there is no fat on their bodies it seems. They’re strength is unmatched to any human, an Orc can break a man’s bones with one blow. They don’t have a nose that sticks out like a humans, they just have two nostils. They’re mouth, is disgusting they’re teeth are yellowish green and they’re breath is malodorous. They have two massive canine teeth on the lower jaw, that protrude out of they’re mouth even when they’re mouth is closed. Most are bald, but some have they’re hair in warlike styles, mostly spiky with braids and such. They are usually about seven feet tall and have massive feet and hands, at least three times the size of a normal humans. They look like a monsters told from childhood fables. They’re very devious, which lead to they’re victory (even though they retreated) in Rampage 8. The Orcs forging skills are unsurpassed by any human blacksmith and they have the best weapons, they’re favorite, as I said before, being the axe, which is what they are trained to use as well. They constantly are researching how to forge better armor to absorb our mages magic attacks. Although, our Mages are also mellee fighters to some extent, they are unmatched when it comes to mellee. This is what we were up against in my father’s last rampage of his time, of course I wasn’t even born then, and this is just the history of the rampages that my father told me.
After my fathers funeral I decided to move to Adul, which was my plan after burying my mother and sister, that is, that was my plan when I got a little older and decided that I didn’t want to live in Ukari anymore. I don’t know why I wanted to move but Ukari just had so many bad memories in it I felt I just had to move. I packed my only belongings which were, my sword and shield (which my sword I always had on my back in my sheath and my shield which I carried always on my back by the arm straps around my arms,) my painting of my family. I would have taken my mattress to but it was completely soaked buy my dad’s oozing during his last days, so I just burnt it. I eventaully got someone to buy my hut, which I can’t remember the name of, I was just content that it sold for three hundred gold pieces, it being that small. I got my belongings and walked to the summit of “Mount Ukarmid,” where I would take my last glimpse of Ukari for a long while.
I remember the long hike to get there, on top of “Mount Ukarmid.” First I had to
"You are like a rose in a great rose field. Each rose is so beautiful to me. But if one dies... I can still look at many other roses..." God of Darkness.
ill have to look through my worn down nootbooks but ill try to make some up and find some old ones. but i do have to worn you. alot of the stuff i write has to do with satan and death. so if anyone doesnt want to read that kind of stuff. i wont put it in here.
Noise
Music to my ears
Pain to the others
I perceive, my perception
Music
Pain to my ears,
Music to the others
I perceive, my perception
Sound
Everything to my ears
Everything to the others
I perceive, my perception
The last line of each stanza are the best lines even though they are the same. That you have the my perception following the comma, it sounds more like you're demanding that it is your perception. Either to convince someone or maybe yourself.
I've got a story I've been working on for a long time. I don't want to post it up yet though, as I need to take it further along before I'll be satisfied to show it to you random people.
Being frozen in fear and feeling autistic toward a bright light is the negligence of a sentence fragment. It is a feeling of malaise hardly shakeable. We're aware of a vague feeling of illness. But not to the point of finishing sentences. I'm reminded of being awake and terrified to find shrunken water in my sink.
I mind everything the weatherman says. He is in control of the weather. I pay the orator 10,000 dollars to speak at my conference. He is my authority. When waiting for an appointment of any kind, I get nervous. If it's for a physical, a teeth cleaning, or even a haircut, I think while I'm waiting that maybe I should go home. If I do, the drive home looks like a painted world with colors running together. Things are so out of focus, I ask myself what sort of hack watercolor artist inherited this place, mucked things up. But once I'm home, things could be back in focus but I wouldn't know it. Like a pearl of awareness, all I see in the mind's eye is my bed where I will collapse and pray for sleep and feel my feet tingle.
I do not fear the violator. The spider which will crawl into my mouth as I sleep. Because I know what it seeks is not inside my mouth. I am safe from squatters. And someone I love believes that does not matter. It is offensive enough that they will touch her sheets, near her pajamas, bite her arm. But I understand the fear. It's my translation of a traffic jam. A traffic jam can suffocate me and change my solids to water. And when I pull through, I'm desperate to find a pen and romanticize about the appeal of walls and roofs over my head.
I've noticed a new symptom. A sensitivity to sound. It makes me dread the 10,000 dollar orator and his booming voice. However, the more I hear and feel the noises, the less I'm capable of feeling other symptoms. Everything we gain is really a trade. We were born with a given capacity for things. When it seems like we have more than that, we're just mistaking it for a circus act: juggling surface tension. We do not need to feel at a loss or that we've been defeated. It ideally is the most reassuring thing in life. But your mind's eye recognizes the cup next to your bed. And in a dream, it is filled with water beyond surface tension. It is a flood that will not harm you. But because this is impossible, it may only exist in a dream. And the dreamscape is contoured with the infinite grooves that provide a subsequent place to stand so the water will not drown you.
Modern Day Romance
The radio was playing as the wind blew through their hair
Cruising in her daddy's car they sure made a handsome pair
She moves a little closer as his right hand finds her thigh
She had not one objection as he parked and kissed a lie
You can't see the future from the back seat of a car
You can't find satisfaction just because you went that far
The paradise they were seeking turned to something quick and cheap
In the afterglow they wondered why they ever took that leap
The I'll call you tomorrow turns to I'll give you a ring
Their steady dating quickly turns into a sometime thing
The love they thought they shared somehow vanished like the night
And she soon begins to wonder why her jeans are getting tight
She lost her school-girl figure and he lost the urge to call
Now she sits at home alone and counts the flowers on the wall
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Modern Day Romance
The radio was playing as the wind blew through their hair
Cruising in her daddy's car they sure made a handsome pair
She moves a little closer as his right hand finds her thigh
She had not one objection as he parked and kissed a lie
You can't see the future from the back seat of a car
You can't find satisfaction just because you went that far
The paradise they were seeking turned to something quick and cheap
In the afterglow they wondered why they ever took that leap
The I'll call you tomorrow turns to I'll give you a ring
Their steady dating quickly turns into a sometime thing
The love they thought they shared somehow vanished like the night
And she soon begins to wonder why her jeans are getting tight
She lost her school-girl figure and he lost the urge to call
Now she sits at home alone and counts the flowers on the wall
this is pretty decent/good. but is it a song or poem? it reminds me of brendas got a baby by tupac, about teen pregnancy/pregnancy in general. but it definitely is moving...
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Remember the String of Ears
"to the worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish."
GIEV D3 INFOZ NAO!( <---Poster from the official Bnet Forums) "I'm sure that in time, every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery... even to me."-Secret Window
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Yeah, you break apart everything and actually give helpful advice. It's cool.
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
Noise
Music to my ears
Pain to the others
I perceive, my perception
Music
Pain to my ears,
Music to the others
I perceive, my perception
Sound
Everything to my ears
Everything to the others
I perceive, my perception
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
Before I left Ukari for Adul my dad and I buried my mother and sister their in the cemetery. I don’t remember much of this for I was only two years old when they were both killed in my father’s last Rampage of his time. When I got to be a little older, of about toddler age, all the memories of my mother and sister had escaped me and I couldn’t recall what they looked like, if it wasn’t for the portrait of our family that an artist passing through town hadn’t did of us. I remember in our little hut that painting was our most prized possession. I remember my father and I would sit in our little hut on rainy days just staring at that picture. The gold frame that held it, which was probably the most valuable thing in our hut, couldn’t even compare to the beauty or value of that which it held. In the painting my mom had dark brown flowing hair , as well as my sister. They resembled each other, or should I say, my sister resembled my mother. My mom looked like an angel, I’m not exaggerating in the least bit. She was simply breathtaking, as is seeing the ocean for the first time. Her hair was so long, at least halfway down her back, and in the painting it swayed to the left side and off the canvas, because the wind was blowing it. She was of normal woman stature but definitely wasn’t normal in the sense of her magnificent beauty. Her eyes were a deep green, and when you looked into them, just from this painting, you could see her love for life. Her face was the prettiest face in all of Ukari, every woman in all of Ukari envied her, even if it was in the slightest way, even if it was an envy of complementing her beauty, because that was just a polite way to hide their envy for her gorgeousness. My sister, well she was basically a younger version of my mother. Smaller, shorter hair, which swayed to the left also, same color eyes and that same pretty face, which would become a replicate of my mother if she were to still be alive…
I can remember the look on my dad’s face when he sat there gazing at both of them. Both of those angels as I like to call them, for that’s the closest way to describe them that I know of. His eyes would tear up and he swallowed a lot, probably because he was beginning to get a lump in his throat. Then his dark eyes would get bloodshot and weary looking. It seemed every bit of happiness he had would be taken away when he looked at it.
Of course my father and I were in the painting too. I was in the middle right side, my sister to the left of me. My father was on the far right on the canvas, and my mother to the far left. I was just a year old, barley able to stand. I was a plump figure of flesh, cute, but just your everyday little boy. I had a little mop of brown hair on my chubby fat head. As for my father, well he looked the same in that painting as he always did. His distinct white beard, the beard of “Mages,” was as white as the smoke that came out of his pipe that he always smoked. He was stocky, built and proud to have a family that looked as good as we all did. His posture in the painting was that of pure ecstasy. He was happy then, when he had us all. A beautiful wife, daughter, and son.
I remember our hut my dad and I lived in. It was petite in size but very cozy. It was a one room hut other then the partitioned bathroom on the left hand side of our circular hut, that being the left side when you walked in our wooden door from the streets of Ukari. The hut itself was made out of mud which baked in the summer sun. When you walked in and looked straight forward there were two huge antique looking chairs made of bronze that had half ripped cushions and the bird feathers were revealed from within them. Right in front of those was our small fire place with the chimney coming out the top of our mud hut. And right above our chimney hung our most prized possession. To the left as I said before was our bathroom, which was the equivalent of an indoor outhouse. And to the right when you walked in was the dining table. We both always slept on the floor, on two small mattresses my dad had got from somewhere. We would always sleep right below the angels. Life was as good as it could be without them.
I had a fairly normal childhood, although I didn’t go to school. My dad and I worked in the old iron ore mines to the south of Ukari. I started working with him when I was only five years old. When I firsted started working there with him I had no idea what I was getting into. The smell there was unique, it had a sulfur smell mixed in with the smell of three hundred or so men all sweating. It was cold down in those mines, but the constant work kept you sweating, you would stay warm as long as you worked but as soon as you stopped your sweat would get cold and make you cold. I remember when I first started working there, the first time I experienced a collapse. It was almost like normal routine for the men, although they were still sad to see Kahn die that day. The part of the mine Kahn was working, the lower shaft, had collapse, he was mining in a critical support area. We got his body out and I remember seeing a glimpse of it. It haunted me, it haunted those mines for me and ever since then when I worked there with my dad those mines had an eerie creepiness to me. I didn’t like to be alone down there at all anymore because I had constant scenarios running through my head of “what if I got stuck down here and nobody noticed” and that sort of thing. I usually worked right by my dad, and he was hunched over but in my early years working there I could stand straight up because I was so short. When I got older, say fourteen or so, I knew exactly what I was doing there. I knew where I could mine and what area’s meant certain death if they were mined. Although I was just as good of a worker as some of the guys who had been there 30 years and was confident that I was knowledgeable enough not to get myself hurt, I never liked working down there in the lower shaft. It was constantly cold down there, and my dad never worked down there with me. It was me and Kahn’s brother that worked together when I was down there, his name was Euphari. He was nice enough but he was just creepy, I think the thought that I worked with the dead man’s brother, down where he died was what had me creeped out. It was pitch dark down there except the light from our two oil lanterns. We mined with our pick axes all day down there. Euphari always worked down in the lower shaft, which was strange to me since his brother had died down there, he had his reasons but to this day I don’t know why he didn’t try to opt to work in the upper shaft. Anyways, cold, smelly, damp, and it definitely wasn’t the place for a person that was Closter phobic. Sometimes when we were in the extremely deep low parts of the mine, we had to literally squeeze to fit down there. When we got the iron we put it on a big platform connected to a pulley system and hoist it up to the upper shaft where the “runners” would then pick it up and take it to the carts where they were wheeled out on the little tracks up there to the outside. I didn’t work much with Euphari but when I did it was always awkward. First of all he was in his mid-fifties I’d say, and one of his eyes was slightly higher then the other one on his face. He had a slight curve in his back from where he had worked in the mines his entire life, especially since he worked in the lower shaft his whole life. He had a profound, deep voice that always sounded like he needed to make that “ehum” sound people make to clear their throat of mucus that muffles your voice. He was tall but with his back condition it made him seem a little shorter. He was always had a scruffy face, not a beard but just a fine layer of whiskers. Euphari and I didn’t talk much but when we did it was about my dad and him and how they were mages. Although my dad was a much greater mage then him, and was known all throughout Ukari. Euphari was just starting to get good with magic. He knew some simple spells, and whenever our lamps went out, he would relight them with some spell he knew, although I cant recall the exact words of the spell. Euphari always boasted about my dad to me, and how he would see my dad using spells he never heard of just in daily work. I knew everything he was telling me, I lived with him! But this just made me like him more. Actually the more I think about it he was the only guy there I talked to other then my dad.
Well, working the mines was what I did up until my dad got sick and couldn’t work there any longer. I was twenty two when my dad got a terminal disease that there was no known treatment or cure. The disease, which the children around where we lived called “old orc flesh,” was a disease that made my dad completely unable to do anything. His skin would turn a repulsive green color in areas that would get infected and his skin in the affected area would smell so putrid that it would make you gag. Of course, to comfort my dad I didn’t gag, although at times it took everything I had not to just puke on sight of it let alone the smell. After the area of the infection took over, the skin would just start to become really slimy and puffy. Eventually as I was taking care of my dad for about the first two months of his diagnosis of “old orc flesh” his arm was completely gone. His flesh just started to completely fall off of his arm, and it would sometimes fall completely off, which would reveal his bone. When his arm, his right arm, which was his dominant arm, got so bad, surgeons came to our house and performed the surgery in our hut. We decided that it would be best to just amputate his arm then to let it spread any further, although other areas were beginning to get infected as well. At the time the surgeons arrived at our house I had my dad on both of our mattresses, I put mine underneath his for extra padding and I just slept on the mud floor by the fireplace by him. Like I was saying, when the surgeons arrived he asked me to leave, but there was no use. He was talking in vain and should have just saved his breath, I wasn’t about to leave my dad, possibly on his death bed. I stayed right there and for the first time in a long time held my dad’s hand. Well the doctors started by ejecting his arm with morphine, a newly founded drug which dulls the nerves so pain is relieved during surgery. After that, basically it was a routine surgery the doctors said. My dad laid there with no emotion on his face at all. Although, I couldn’t really see his face, I had bandaged his face completely up except his eyes and mouth because his skin was starting to peel. But, he didn’t scream not even a slight moan, to show that he was in pain. When the arm was completely removed and they had him bandaged they took his arm and put it in a sack to examine to what they could learn from it. I got a look at it, it was a two and a half foot long piece of flesh that was the darkest green you ever saw and it was just oozing abominable juices and slime, the same color green. My dad actually felt relieved he said when it was removed, and I don’t doubt that in the slightest bit. If that thing was actually his arm, and it was it had to be a relief for it to be gone, cause the only thing it was, was a factory for pain. Well I kept caring for my dad until the disease just got so bad that there was absolutely nothing doctors could do for him. His throat was completely infected, which affected his throat. He couldn’t eat and both of his legs were the same way. Our whole hut stunk of the foulest smell on earth. My dad just wanted to die, and seeing him this way had me completely heartbroken to see my dad in this shape. The only person I had was dieing right before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do. To have my mother and sister murdered in my father’s last rampage of his time, and now to see him staring at that picture, knowing he is dieing had me depressed. I didn’t eat or sleep for days. When he died in his sleep and I woke to find that he had passed, it was almost a relief. Sure, the initial grief was hard, but seeing him the way he was had me more sad.
The day of his death, I went to the “Ukarian Mage Guild” to tell them the news, and to have them help me get him out of the hut. Everyone knew him from his superb leadership in his last Rampage. Two of his closest friends, which I don’t even know there names, probably war buddies of his during his last Rampage, came to the house with a coffin. We picked him up, and he just completely fell apart basically. His flesh just fell off and we were just holding chunks of him in our hands. We eventually got him in his coffin, which involved us picking the entire top mattress up and sliding him over into the coffin. They took him away to have him embalmed. That night I got no sleep as well, I had been running on an empty stomach and no sleep for over a week but it never even dawned on me that I hadn’t eaten or slept in that long. Anyways the following day the Mages held a funeral for him which I attended, at the cemetery in Ukari. It was the hardest thing since my mother and sister’s funeral. When they lowered him down in his grave, to the right side of my sister, my mother on the left side of her, that’s when I was relieved the most. All pressure was gone, I don’t know why but it was. I think all the time seeing my dad was sick was gone and I knew he was with my sister and mother then. But, I was now an orphan…
I really appreciated the “Ukarian Mage Guild” for helping me in my time of need. They made sure to see that I had all my needs taken care of, if I had any they said I could rely on them. My dad was part of the guild during the first Rampage, actually he was a leader of it, and taught magic there. They were like the militia for Ukari, and practiced magic and sword fighting. I never saw them though, my dad always told me of what they did, but he never let me go, even when I got older and worked in the mines with him. He said I would be in the guild soon enough and that he didn’t want me growing up on him to soon, plus I don’t think he wanted me to join them so I wouldn’t have to fight if war was to break lose.
Well I guess by now you’re wandering the names of my family. My mother’s name was Mary, my sister Ellisia, and my father Articus. I’ve talked about my father’s death, but you’re probably wondering how my mother and sister got killed. They were slaughtered by those barbaric Orcs! We, the Ukarians have been at constant war with the Orcs since Orcs first met humans. The Orcs have rampaged many of our villages over hundreds of years since we first were at war with them. We once had a peace treaty with them, which seemed sincere, my father told me about this. But when we put down our guard that is when they struck us the hardest, the worst of all rampages. Maybe I’m being bias since it was my father’s last rampage, the rampage that my mother and sister were killed in but this was a complete massacre of three of Ukari’s villages. My village, Tyla which was ransacked by the Orcs first. My entire village was burned to the ground and women and children weren’t spared. The Orcs didn’t care about anything other then stealing out goods, from passing merchants, stealing things from our huts, and sucking everything ablaze with there torches and archers, which had fire tipped arrows. The Orcs are known for their slyness, and always hit when they are least expected, thus every time the Orcs hit Ukari the battle is called “Rampage (number),” my dad’s last rampage was the 8th in the history of the Rampages. My dad said that the entire “Ukarian Mage Guild” was fighting the orcs with everything they had. They’re magic did well against the Orcs, they’re magic was mostly use of elemental magic, such as fire, ice, wind, and lightening. The Orcs armor was forged well, they had forged it to be able to take a beating of elemental damage but was still no match for our mages, especially the mages as skilled as my dad. But, they’re were so many more orcs then Mages my dad said. He told me that they simply couldn’t kill them all fast enough to save the villages. Many huts were rampaged and innocent women, children, and men slain by them. Orcs preferred weapon was the axe, a massive primitive axe forged out of iron. They’re armor, also forged from iron, was very well forged, as I said before, and was made just to block against our Mages attacks. Well, like I was saying, my village mostly got completely burned down, although my dad and I were fortunate not to have our house burned to anything stolen. But, I would have much rather had that then what did happen. I don’t know exactly where my mom and sister were but some wretched beast come upon them and slaughtered them before they could get to safety. Tyla, my village, Umad the village west of mine, and Yilliad the village east of mine all ended up in the same shape of mine. Since the Orcs hit completely unexpected they did a lot of damage before our Mages came and got their. When the Mages arrived at first the villages were already burning, and more then half the Orcs were making they’re way back to Paadonia, the Orc’s Country. After the Orc’s retreated because they knew they couldn’t match our Mages magic, our country was left in total shock. Three of our villages were totally destroyed. The Orcs made away with a ton of loot, every merchant, hut, armory, and granary was looted, then burned. The land was scorched from the massive fire, and the smoke rose for days my dad said. The blood-soaked ground was red for weeks with the blood of children and women. And now that my dad is gone, it is my duty to step up and take his place in the Guild, to take revenge on the Orcs, and Paadonia will eternally burn by my enchantment which I will learn from the Mages.
Now that you know some background of the Rampages, well all the knowledge I know of them at least, I’ll go into deeper detail about the race of the Orcs themselves. Like I said ever since Orcs met humans we have been at war. Noone knows why this is, it might now be that over many generations of war against them, and a failed peace treaty that peace with them is considered impossible, and it will remain that way until I have my revenge. To describe what the typical Orc looks like is quite easy considering they all the look the same. Each one is a massive creature and are completely made out of muscle, there is no fat on their bodies it seems. They’re strength is unmatched to any human, an Orc can break a man’s bones with one blow. They don’t have a nose that sticks out like a humans, they just have two nostils. They’re mouth, is disgusting they’re teeth are yellowish green and they’re breath is malodorous. They have two massive canine teeth on the lower jaw, that protrude out of they’re mouth even when they’re mouth is closed. Most are bald, but some have they’re hair in warlike styles, mostly spiky with braids and such. They are usually about seven feet tall and have massive feet and hands, at least three times the size of a normal humans. They look like a monsters told from childhood fables. They’re very devious, which lead to they’re victory (even though they retreated) in Rampage 8. The Orcs forging skills are unsurpassed by any human blacksmith and they have the best weapons, they’re favorite, as I said before, being the axe, which is what they are trained to use as well. They constantly are researching how to forge better armor to absorb our mages magic attacks. Although, our Mages are also mellee fighters to some extent, they are unmatched when it comes to mellee. This is what we were up against in my father’s last rampage of his time, of course I wasn’t even born then, and this is just the history of the rampages that my father told me.
After my fathers funeral I decided to move to Adul, which was my plan after burying my mother and sister, that is, that was my plan when I got a little older and decided that I didn’t want to live in Ukari anymore. I don’t know why I wanted to move but Ukari just had so many bad memories in it I felt I just had to move. I packed my only belongings which were, my sword and shield (which my sword I always had on my back in my sheath and my shield which I carried always on my back by the arm straps around my arms,) my painting of my family. I would have taken my mattress to but it was completely soaked buy my dad’s oozing during his last days, so I just burnt it. I eventaully got someone to buy my hut, which I can’t remember the name of, I was just content that it sold for three hundred gold pieces, it being that small. I got my belongings and walked to the summit of “Mount Ukarmid,” where I would take my last glimpse of Ukari for a long while.
I remember the long hike to get there, on top of “Mount Ukarmid.” First I had to
unzip, strip, touch, finger, grep, mount, fsck, more, yes, fsck, fsck, fsck, umount, sleep
too long
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The last line of each stanza are the best lines even though they are the same. That you have the my perception following the comma, it sounds more like you're demanding that it is your perception. Either to convince someone or maybe yourself.
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Guardians Of Sanctuary
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That and I'm feeling a little selfish right now.
Like a cat, tied to a stick
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unzip, strip, touch, finger, grep, mount, fsck, more, yes, fsck, fsck, fsck, umount, sleep
Being frozen in fear and feeling autistic toward a bright light is the negligence of a sentence fragment. It is a feeling of malaise hardly shakeable. We're aware of a vague feeling of illness. But not to the point of finishing sentences. I'm reminded of being awake and terrified to find shrunken water in my sink.
I mind everything the weatherman says. He is in control of the weather. I pay the orator 10,000 dollars to speak at my conference. He is my authority. When waiting for an appointment of any kind, I get nervous. If it's for a physical, a teeth cleaning, or even a haircut, I think while I'm waiting that maybe I should go home. If I do, the drive home looks like a painted world with colors running together. Things are so out of focus, I ask myself what sort of hack watercolor artist inherited this place, mucked things up. But once I'm home, things could be back in focus but I wouldn't know it. Like a pearl of awareness, all I see in the mind's eye is my bed where I will collapse and pray for sleep and feel my feet tingle.
I do not fear the violator. The spider which will crawl into my mouth as I sleep. Because I know what it seeks is not inside my mouth. I am safe from squatters. And someone I love believes that does not matter. It is offensive enough that they will touch her sheets, near her pajamas, bite her arm. But I understand the fear. It's my translation of a traffic jam. A traffic jam can suffocate me and change my solids to water. And when I pull through, I'm desperate to find a pen and romanticize about the appeal of walls and roofs over my head.
I've noticed a new symptom. A sensitivity to sound. It makes me dread the 10,000 dollar orator and his booming voice. However, the more I hear and feel the noises, the less I'm capable of feeling other symptoms. Everything we gain is really a trade. We were born with a given capacity for things. When it seems like we have more than that, we're just mistaking it for a circus act: juggling surface tension. We do not need to feel at a loss or that we've been defeated. It ideally is the most reassuring thing in life. But your mind's eye recognizes the cup next to your bed. And in a dream, it is filled with water beyond surface tension. It is a flood that will not harm you. But because this is impossible, it may only exist in a dream. And the dreamscape is contoured with the infinite grooves that provide a subsequent place to stand so the water will not drown you.
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Modern Day Romance
The radio was playing as the wind blew through their hair
Cruising in her daddy's car they sure made a handsome pair
She moves a little closer as his right hand finds her thigh
She had not one objection as he parked and kissed a lie
You can't see the future from the back seat of a car
You can't find satisfaction just because you went that far
The paradise they were seeking turned to something quick and cheap
In the afterglow they wondered why they ever took that leap
The I'll call you tomorrow turns to I'll give you a ring
Their steady dating quickly turns into a sometime thing
The love they thought they shared somehow vanished like the night
And she soon begins to wonder why her jeans are getting tight
She lost her school-girl figure and he lost the urge to call
Now she sits at home alone and counts the flowers on the wall
GIEV D3 INFOZ NAO! ( <---Poster from the official Bnet Forums)
"I'm sure that in time, every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery... even to me."-Secret Window
the forums are just really active and thriving right now...so when i have a break
"to the worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish."
this is pretty decent/good. but is it a song or poem? it reminds me of brendas got a baby by tupac, about teen pregnancy/pregnancy in general. but it definitely is moving...
"to the worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish."
GIEV D3 INFOZ NAO! ( <---Poster from the official Bnet Forums)
"I'm sure that in time, every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery... even to me."-Secret Window