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20,000 Leagues Above The SeaStupid brother...
Won't let me on
My means of communication-
The great computer

Miss you so much
So much it's painful

Hasn't he been through this?
Doesn't he know
what this is like?!
Maybe.. maybe not...
He is a heartless loser...

Miss your voice
Miss your touch
I miss you so much

Sorry for not following up
Sorry for not being on
I won't give excuses
Because it's my fault
Everything is always my fault

Which brings me to wonder
Why you care
Why you care at all

You're so out of my league
Like you're at shore
And I'm 20,000 leagues under the sea
Dieing a death i deserve-
All alone, and drowning
And being eaten by a squ20,000 Leagues Above The Sea4 years ago in Free Verse

20,000 LeaguesI will leave a perfect mark,
my own
beautiful scar
on your tissue that is
teeming with one hundred others
breathing, bleeding and unique

you'll always think of me
when you look into
the mirror at an awkward angle.20,000 Leagues7 years ago in Free Verse

Ventra Chapter 11

Ventra: Steel Disaster/ Chapter 11

This chapter has been a long time coming. For those following the story, sorry about the wait! Stupid writer's block…

And yes, the birds in my story have hands =D

　

　

　

Spark didn't remember the drive. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in the car, or what direction the car had been heading. He did know, however, that he'd fallen asleep during the ride, after what felt like hours.

But now he was awake. And he was still blindfolded. And he was strapped down to a chair. The fox pushed against his bonds, straining his muscles, but to no avail.

"Damn!" he shouted, "Where Ventra Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

PYHITLMSleep is death, or,
death is sleep

I have not yet begun to peep
my head around the corner
to see the child
in the fish bowl
down the bowling lane to hit the pins
on the bulletin board.

No longer do I go down dark alleys
while the moon is up during noon,
to hear the echoes
of water hitting the floors of caves.
Sound the gong, my enemy,
…and smell the coldness of snow.

Defeat the Decepticons (1), Neo (2)
and receive help from Nightwing (3) and Venom (4).
Read “How the Grinch Stole Christmas!” (5)
and say farewell to winter
whose nights are longer than the days
I had playing with my dog.

Stare at the bin
andPYHITLM4 years ago in Free Verse

Digimon: Advent of Adventure80Chapter 80: Shuuen no Mercurymon!

Tima's eyes closed as the bright light surrounded her, shining out into the ocean, Tima becoming lost in her thoughts, but for the first time in a long time, it felt like it was her own mind to be lost in.

"My feelings, Dekuinmon's feelings, my brothers feelings and those of my friends. I can feel them all in this light. The bond we all share. This light, it's power, it has to be, it can only be... The Light of Digivolution!"

"That's right, Timara! We're all here for you, just like you're hee for us. That light! Use it and call to Dekuinmon. TIMA!!"

"Dekuinmon? But I disposed of that meak Rookie whelp!"

Digimon: Advent of Adventure803 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Our Wonder11 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Monsters Unimaginable I fell. The wind rushed past my face, moistened by the sea spray. The half of the ship which had been my home for the last few weeks disappeared into the ocean. I fell. The churning moon lit face of the sea, inhabited by monsters unimaginable, flew closer with every thought. The surface struck, temporarily blinded by pain and water I sank, spiraling sideways in slow motion I drifted downward, bubbles trailing up from me. The cold dug its claws into me, pulling me into the depths. I opened my eyes, a massive black shape radiating a strange light moved across my field of vision, a few seconds later another shadow, though lightless and dMonsters Unimaginable4 years ago in Science Fiction

Freethinker, P1, C1: Salutations

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 1: Of Rats and Liches
_________
I
Salutations

Now, before any narrative should be told, introductions are in order. My name is Rengtis Underbridge (although to my closest friends and relatives, I am simply called 'Knot') and I was born and raised in the small Nachurdan homestead of Victor Plantation[1] in the year 1579 ATF[2]. Growing up there I was no different than the other children; my days consisted of performing odd jobs such as tending the apple trees, picking the fruit when the ripened, and raking those that fell for use in making cider. And of course, more than anything else, I played games witFreethinker, P1, C1: Salutations1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Freethinker, Scribe's Forward

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 1: Of Rats and Liches
_________

Scribe's Forward

I am transcribing this historical account of the man Rengtus "Knot" Underbridge from an original copy found within my library's sealed archives. In this rare volume Mr. Underbridge recounts his travels with the famous Geranold Steelringer, his sister Ianthe Nalosam, and her husband Evander Nalosam. While many of his histories are easily locatable in libraries and universities all across Iendi, this particular work is unique in the aspect that it is written in autobiographical form. To the extent of my knowledge, I am privileged to Freethinker, Scribe's Forward1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

UnbendableBurn the city of Chicago
Sink the city of Atlantis
The King sacrificed
While we find Nemo
Don't bend my reality
To fit yours
When one city burns
while the other sleeps with the fishes.Unbendable5 years ago in Free Verse

Freethinker, P2, C3: Cathedral Keep

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 2: Unholy Intrusions
_________

III
Cathedral Keep

"We don't even know what we will be facing there! We are only equipped for hunting a bear, not undertaking a raid!" I tried to reason with Ianthe at her decision for us to help the monk rid his monastery from whatever evil had befallen it.
"I'm sure it will be no trouble for we have, after all, taken down a lich." retorted Evander smugly. It seemed that ever since our near escape from death at a bone lich's hands, the ex-sailor's nonchalant and rather arrogant persona had been growing. Yes, indeed, it was becoming downright irritable!
I choseFreethinker, P2, C3: Cathedral Keep11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Freethinker, P1, C3: Enter the Rats

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 1: Of Rats and Liches
_________
III
Enter the Rats

   I regained conciseness for what seemed like an eternally before my body would start to function again. I'm not sure how long I laid prone basking in the hot sun with my pain, but by it was long enough to calculate what had happened.
   The Waterfowl, along with each and every rowboat, had sunk. I wasn't able to swim or tread water. I remember myself sinking to the depths and... drowning.
   Surely I had drowned, it would be impossible for me to not have done so. But if so, why was I in so much pain.. and whyFreethinker, P1, C3: Enter the Rats1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Freethinker, P2, C8: Forging a Bond

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 2: Unholy Intrusions
_________
VIII
Forging a Bond

I am almost willing to believe that Ianthe and myself were divinely protected by the Odredban Gods in which the monastery above was erected to worship, for I see no other way in which we should have survived that dreadful cave in unscathed. Where once was a wide tunnel was now no more than a solid wall of rubble separating us from our companions, of whom we had no inkling of an idea as to their welfare. Whats more, we were stuck in a local that we did not know and was unaware of any exits from that side, a concept that we both doubted. The daeva, freed Freethinker, P2, C8: Forging a Bond10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Freethinker, P1, C2: Drowned!

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 1: Of Rats and Liches
_________
II
Drowned!

A week of rocking to and fro had left me horribly sick. This was only my second time being aboard a vessel and my first voyage, which had brought me to the academy at Osema, had been smooth sailing. This time, however, I learned that I did not have seafeet. Whenever I thought my stomach may have been hardening the Waterfowl would be hit by a particularly fearsome wave as if the idol Cralex himself1 was returning from the pages of history to punish me from unknown wrong I did him[6].
I was one of the few pFreethinker, P1, C2: Drowned!1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Freethinker, P3, C1: Breaking the Routine

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 3: The Nature of Notre-Wood
_________
I
Breaking the Routine

Generations of humankind have tread through this ancient world, each being born, living their lives, and ultimately dying. Such is the nature of life, but so too do non-living beliefs and organizations, following the pattern of birth, life, and death. Countries and cultures follow a similar pattern, albeit spanning a much longer period of time. Many of the ancient cultures and people met their end through war, their entirety being annihilated or absorbed into the conquering society in an everlasting mandate of heaven. Freethinker, P3, C1: Breaking the Routine10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Freethinker, P1, C6: Ambushed

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 1: Of Rats and Liches
_________
VI
Ambushed

We fled through the winding streets of Terrical like bats out of hell, which, ironically, could be considered an appropriate metaphor for as we had just discovered, we had never died and as such we had experience a form of resurrection. But, more importantly, close on our heels were three giant demons with their minds set on ending us.
Through the winding streets, alleys, boulevards, and squares we fled never able to fully shake away our pursuers. Occasionally we would stop and hack the forerunners of the horde that managed to gain ground on us, only toFreethinker, P1, C6: Ambushed1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

20,000 Leagues Under The Sea In HellYou think life's cool
You think life's grand
Till you realize your existence amounts to a grain of sand
You think life's fair
You think life's easy
Till you get pulled in the tide out to sea
Now try to survive while your losing sanity
The waves are your abyss and you'll be stuck for an eternity
Till you die, that's the only way out
Do you think somebody's really gonna hear you shout?
Even if they did can you trust them to help
To answer to your fading yelps
It won't betill you hit rock bottom that you've sunk to my level
I was born here, so welcome to hell you wish you never found
To the hell you wish you were never pulled into
20,000 Leagues Under The Sea In Hell1 year ago in Free Verse

Consequence - The SeasYou’re trusting
A building without an architect,
No body built this sunken ship,
Engaging
A ghost who’ll keep us trapped inside,
A manatee with iron hide.

Now words fail me,
Your motives; evading.

A thorn in my side,
Guilty of consequence,
The death of his pride,
Vacant of evidence.

We’re sitting,
In vehicle of strange design,
Impossibly that we describe,
In safety,
Through tentacle and permafrost,
Cities that the Ancients lost.

Now words fail me,
Your motives; evading.

A thorn in my side,
Guilty of consequence,
The death of his pride,
Vacant of evidence.

Don’t shoot!
Their friends already dead
A Consequence - The Seas4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Submarine TangoDiving into the ocean to find what they seek.

Serpents and squid 20,000 leagues deep.

The once brave men are now feeling weak.

The captain realizes he paid them to cheap.

Mutiny comes when he is asleep.

The currents crash them into the reef.

This treacherous journey was not for the meek.

For it seems Poseidon is playing for keeps.Submarine Tango6 years ago in Free Verse

A Scale of a TaleScale of a Tale

CHORUS
Got a scale of a tale to tell ya, lads.
A scale of a tale or two
'Bout the drakes I've slain and the girls I've loved
On days like this with the sun above
A scale of a tail and it's all true
I swear on this Old Blue

There was Copper Katie
Head to toe, her form was slender
When we'd grapple
She would call out "I surrender!"
She would tease me
But just ten words a round
Knock me prone, beat me up
She left me for a drow

CHORUS

There was Silver Sarah
Had a voice that made me shiver
Eyes so chilling,
When she'd gaze at me, I'd quiver.
So I asked her
To stay with me for life
Knock me prone and beat me uA Scale of a Tale3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Carpe Diem, Chapter 5

A few days later, Sawyer burst through the door, knocking over a box of Ryan’s belongings and making Andy jump and drop his book.

“Jesus Christ!” he cried as the book flew in one direction and the bookmark, another.

Sawyer merely flung his arms in the air. “A case!”

Ryan poked his head out of the kitchen. “Is that my stuff you knocked over?”

Sawyer bounded over to him and shook him by the shoulders. “A case!”

Ryan didn’t really react other than looking behind Sawyer as Andy stood up and walked over.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I lost my page!”

Sawyer spun aroCarpe Diem, Chapter 52 months ago in Short Stories

Freethinker, P2, C2: The Monk's Tale

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 2: Unholy Intrusions
_________
II
The Monk's Tale

After Evander threw several logs into the smoldering embers and the flames caught anew, we had light sufficient enough to examine the unconscious newcomer. The aging man was obviously a member of the Odredban Church: his gray hair was cropped short but his face adorned a long narrow beard the color of his hair, deep wrinkles framed his deep-sunk brown eyes indicated that he made a living reading in dim light, he wore a nondescript gray robe tied tightly about his waist with a hemp rope, and hung about his neck was the golden emblem of his creed. He was lFreethinker, P2, C2: The Monk's Tale11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

Freethinker, P1, C9: The Lich of Terrical

Memoirs of a Freethinker
Part 1: Of Rats and Liches
_________
IX
The Lich of Terrical

Dawedro's directions through the catacombs were accurate enough for Ianthe and I to make our way to the palace's wine cellar quickly and without much problem. By harnessing a illusionary torch on the wall we went through the derelict tunnels that were not occupied by the library and, upon reaching and passing through a wooden door that marked the end of the crypt, we emerged into a dusky room.
The walls were lined with crisscrossing brackets used to store the many different colored bottles of ale and on the far side was a wooden staircase Freethinker, P1, C9: The Lich of Terrical1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

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