Road bends and barrels ahead
Reminding of the forgotten instead
Of winding down to love's bitter end
Loop around and start again
I waited for you here
Waited in the rain slowly soaking up fear
Drying with patience that wiped away tears
While this sun in my heart shone bold
Baying wolves turned back the cold
The demon bends and snarls in dread
Leaking doubts sowing worries to wed
Chiming now about love's bitter end
But the sun inside knows we will win
I'll wait for you here
Waiting in the rain in the road with no fear
Dining with patience that whiles away years
Kept warm by a sun that shines in my heart
Content knowing we can never be apart
Standing dry in the rain
Drops tying knots round my brain
Slipping free into the night
Molting euphoric as it all falls right
Into place
Sitting high in pits of despair
Reaching grasping its not there
Wringing across cold wires
Fling these forsaken lost desires
Into space
Earning conflicts worth a struggle more
Crashing on innocence hold the course
Who pays the price for love's expense
Compacting carried baggage dense
Into waste
A bitter pill held beneath the tongue To swallow would render beauty undone Hold in place and suffer until the sun Falls from its station and sunders our bonds Retreating to be alone yet the crowd gathers round Bitten down and swallowed round the lost bout Banter shoots around my head Lost inside I blister again instead Go away and play your games Of which I will not be apart Better when I'm dead Or rather lost inside my heart I know the rules and to them I adhere But these moves I make they aren't sincere Departure rings upon my head unceasing Hearken singing rings within a fold still creasing The ship goes where the waves take it Truths found accepted or may forsake it I stay in a bubble lost sleeping I awaken Struggling to take whats given just in case When inevitably the bonds are broken Who is down to play this game we just lost when The pieces were set against us from the begin Atomic fireballs from fairies intent Upon well being but it may well all be lost Dancing the
Rocks, Roads, and Rhymes by Raistlindantilus, literature
Literature
Rocks, Roads, and Rhymes
Weariness setting in on a road recently begun Losing track of lulled and byes innocently sung Revolving 'round again in an endless tongue Pulling against the gravity that would send this numb To distant shores never again seen An onslaught of pawns aimed to claim the queen The gift of life was left unwrapped Mold set with the rest sun sapped In-between these hardened rocks Music a thread clinging by the clock Fraying tethers and tying anew Mountains built trying to sing with you But a bleak horizon weakens what I've done The good, bad and in-between all siphoned Into holed cans drained into dry crumbs Hiking past canyons reeking and abandoned We've along ways to go and recently begun To feel the stinging sand and scorching sun
Does anyone know what we're doing Bound to the ground and lashed by mere choosing Weaving the unwoven Hearing the unspoken Pushing toward the abstract Heads tilting turning back Oh what twisted paths time has rendered Necklace or noose I remain surrendered Remember whats at stake Pass the opportunity to brake Stream becomes river Folding into an ocean I shiver Now we row among the open seas Planting beds and sowing seeds And with these made now we sleep Luck would have this never cease But cease it does and all to soon Wake again by the waning moon Carrying burdens of questioned utility But abandoning now is worse than futility So we carry We push Heads turned back Eyes forward Climb
Landing on the water's edge and shoving off again Finding firmer rhythms with which to row Shaking and shoring curling round a cliff Confidence returns in short sure strokes Shearing back the blistered chaff New becomes normal with seconds blinding by Plans prepared and offered to the wind So much to do and more yet to come We'll keep up arms twined in twins Unceasing amazement yields to utter bliss Commitment rests upon the shining altar The mercy of opportunity hangs about our necks Rapid changing succession precedes In the distance a siren sings and beckons a wreck Waterfall looms to those who don't weave But our thread's tethered and taught Blink back the tears of bailing water Hold onto hands and drive the vessel forward With each passing stroke we're that much stronger Listening Listing We write our course once more
Sitting by the fire long enough to realize its out Kindling kinda running down like water on my legs Blistering gold and whispering of the old When I found you lost I didn't seek That failure is mine and mine to keep Dashed on the rocks of time and more Bashed against the shores where I could have been sore Really these are just words and they don't weigh a thing Except in my heart where the longing still sings Soon they'll return and the distractions they bring Might sunder this train upon which I think I welcome the return because they are shadows of you And if I serve them then in turn I serve the truth Nothing about this has ever been easy Except the way we fit and that special way you tease me I wonder if you know just how deep the river flows Would you try to touch bottom if it meant letting go I'd grab your hand and try to hold you up But in the end I'm committed to drinking this cup So if down we must go then down we will do Whatever, wherever, I'll try to be with you I keep
Road bends and barrels ahead
Reminding of the forgotten instead
Of winding down to love's bitter end
Loop around and start again
I waited for you here
Waited in the rain slowly soaking up fear
Drying with patience that wiped away tears
While this sun in my heart shone bold
Baying wolves turned back the cold
The demon bends and snarls in dread
Leaking doubts sowing worries to wed
Chiming now about love's bitter end
But the sun inside knows we will win
I'll wait for you here
Waiting in the rain in the road with no fear
Dining with patience that whiles away years
Kept warm by a sun that shines in my heart
Content knowing we can never be apart
Standing dry in the rain
Drops tying knots round my brain
Slipping free into the night
Molting euphoric as it all falls right
Into place
Sitting high in pits of despair
Reaching grasping its not there
Wringing across cold wires
Fling these forsaken lost desires
Into space
Earning conflicts worth a struggle more
Crashing on innocence hold the course
Who pays the price for love's expense
Compacting carried baggage dense
Into waste
A bitter pill held beneath the tongue To swallow would render beauty undone Hold in place and suffer until the sun Falls from its station and sunders our bonds Retreating to be alone yet the crowd gathers round Bitten down and swallowed round the lost bout Banter shoots around my head Lost inside I blister again instead Go away and play your games Of which I will not be apart Better when I'm dead Or rather lost inside my heart I know the rules and to them I adhere But these moves I make they aren't sincere Departure rings upon my head unceasing Hearken singing rings within a fold still creasing The ship goes where the waves take it Truths found accepted or may forsake it I stay in a bubble lost sleeping I awaken Struggling to take whats given just in case When inevitably the bonds are broken Who is down to play this game we just lost when The pieces were set against us from the begin Atomic fireballs from fairies intent Upon well being but it may well all be lost Dancing the
Rocks, Roads, and Rhymes by Raistlindantilus, literature
Literature
Rocks, Roads, and Rhymes
Weariness setting in on a road recently begun Losing track of lulled and byes innocently sung Revolving 'round again in an endless tongue Pulling against the gravity that would send this numb To distant shores never again seen An onslaught of pawns aimed to claim the queen The gift of life was left unwrapped Mold set with the rest sun sapped In-between these hardened rocks Music a thread clinging by the clock Fraying tethers and tying anew Mountains built trying to sing with you But a bleak horizon weakens what I've done The good, bad and in-between all siphoned Into holed cans drained into dry crumbs Hiking past canyons reeking and abandoned We've along ways to go and recently begun To feel the stinging sand and scorching sun
Does anyone know what we're doing Bound to the ground and lashed by mere choosing Weaving the unwoven Hearing the unspoken Pushing toward the abstract Heads tilting turning back Oh what twisted paths time has rendered Necklace or noose I remain surrendered Remember whats at stake Pass the opportunity to brake Stream becomes river Folding into an ocean I shiver Now we row among the open seas Planting beds and sowing seeds And with these made now we sleep Luck would have this never cease But cease it does and all to soon Wake again by the waning moon Carrying burdens of questioned utility But abandoning now is worse than futility So we carry We push Heads turned back Eyes forward Climb
Landing on the water's edge and shoving off again Finding firmer rhythms with which to row Shaking and shoring curling round a cliff Confidence returns in short sure strokes Shearing back the blistered chaff New becomes normal with seconds blinding by Plans prepared and offered to the wind So much to do and more yet to come We'll keep up arms twined in twins Unceasing amazement yields to utter bliss Commitment rests upon the shining altar The mercy of opportunity hangs about our necks Rapid changing succession precedes In the distance a siren sings and beckons a wreck Waterfall looms to those who don't weave But our thread's tethered and taught Blink back the tears of bailing water Hold onto hands and drive the vessel forward With each passing stroke we're that much stronger Listening Listing We write our course once more
Sitting by the fire long enough to realize its out Kindling kinda running down like water on my legs Blistering gold and whispering of the old When I found you lost I didn't seek That failure is mine and mine to keep Dashed on the rocks of time and more Bashed against the shores where I could have been sore Really these are just words and they don't weigh a thing Except in my heart where the longing still sings Soon they'll return and the distractions they bring Might sunder this train upon which I think I welcome the return because they are shadows of you And if I serve them then in turn I serve the truth Nothing about this has ever been easy Except the way we fit and that special way you tease me I wonder if you know just how deep the river flows Would you try to touch bottom if it meant letting go I'd grab your hand and try to hold you up But in the end I'm committed to drinking this cup So if down we must go then down we will do Whatever, wherever, I'll try to be with you I keep
The lines they accrue page by page Promising a presence of some dear old sage Advice for the writer or reader just the same Regaling a broken tale that few would ever claim Mended at the buzz and stitched with the bell Blisters on our feet running away from hell Snaring Catching And caught by the tusk Glinting with little more than these reflections of lust Was there something in the mirror this time Or did we not polish it enough to shine The light whispering through the cracks in the dust Gives only hints It's up to us to trust
Can we be alone when we are not? I think so. We are there, they are there, but we are alone. Can others know the emptiness of loss of love and friendship? When that company is there, but not? Others too are there but not. They have their lives, their families... Do they care, I think so, But perhaps not enough to know the loneliness that is now here, How could they? The despair that one can feel when a loved one is there but not. Those of us who know understand that, We are alone but not.
Unspoken Nothingness by FountainsOfMars, literature
Literature
Unspoken Nothingness
I stir the black in my coffee
You stir some saccharine into yours
The anchorman just keeps on talking
All the same noise as the day before
The kitchen floor is covered in breadcrumbs
And you keep your broom in the garage
Parked right next to my pickup truck
That you wish i hadn't bought
I say very little
You say even less
Neither of us ever picks up our cup
An action, perhaps, that's too bold?
We grab our keys ~ from the table, we're up
and the coffee just sits and gets cold
I can shed my skin.
A startling process that starts with zippered lashes
and ends with a husk; a wretched construct of physical form.
And it is not entirely painless
but that very pain,
a tumultuous discord through every cell
brings its own ecstasy.
And in the dark beyond physicality I gather myself.
A distant memory of life lingers at the edges of what could be fingertips.
And if just a touch could create
a whisper could obliterate.
And if a smile could curl it would
thick and devastating.
I forget, consumed in humanity,
of the power twisting and burning beyond physical form.
The energy roiling inside, outside, contained and free
in an e
What does it mean to write? To lay words flat? To have your pen bleed out? To write is to uncoil a nest of serpents barehanded accepting every bite It is to unravel the ravenous raven's feathers rebelling against reason Writing is setting sail towards the Kraken or Leviathan if heavens provide It's making peace with your demons and stabbing them in the back Writing is to fight a dragon over a hoard of pennies It is to give more than you have and to take back what you can't keep Like the strike of lightning in a blizzard Like seeing the universe in a blade of grass But most importantly writing is free
Of Pieces, Vines and The Rust in Hay by cruisnick, literature
Literature
Of Pieces, Vines and The Rust in Hay
A piece of me, Seeks, A piece in you. We braved the skies, To melt the cone; Sawed the ice, To wash a bone. A piece of me, Weaves, A piece in you, We rowed the oars, To scratch on shells; Grew the moss, On winter bells. A piece in me, Binds, A piece to you. We filled the trunks, With oaks and fur; Sold the grass, To the ancient blur. A piece of me, Vows, to A piece of you. We wore the hay, To grow the vine; A patch of moon, For ants to dine. A piece of me, Thaws, A piece in you. The gray grew wide, With teeth and claws; We rode the tide, On pixie paws. A piece of me, Becomes, A piece of you. When time grew old, A cot we wove; Of distant dreams, In a twilight grove. ............... We plucked the stars, Off pastel skies; The twigs hid wounds, In rust of lies. The whole of me, Yearns, A piece of you.
/The Last Flight of Emily Byrd/ 30/30 by Emily-Byrd, literature
Literature
/The Last Flight of Emily Byrd/ 30/30
The brambles are growing too thick
Inside my favorite wood
The air is growing too sick
For my song to do any good
So I will pack my belongings
And keep all the friends that I've made
And catch a refreshing whirlwind
To some more elegant glade.
The Stories that Wrote Me by Emily-Byrd, literature
Literature
The Stories that Wrote Me
Etched in ink and carved in stone
Tapestried in red and gold
In seasons spent and cent'ries past
Wisdom, intimate and vast.
From an author's sacred pen
Spin living tales to draw me in
Their characters have studied me
And slowly I began to be.
Each kindred book a link of chain
To tug my soul and call my name
Teaching me in solemn dance
Of life and duty, death, romance.
They call me to the heroine's side
To ride the waves of loss and pride,
And catch the colored roses tossed
Of joy and toil,
love,
love lost
So does anyone use soundation?
Can we even share soundation creations on here?
*pink floyd voice* Is there anybody out there?
Just fucking nod or something.
By the way, anyone reading this is probably pretty awesome. How the fuck did you find a
Slacking on finishing my maps and just starting new ones. Lots of extra floors I planned and didn't finish, oh well. I'll get there. Also maps in roll20 are super easy to make but can't really be shared on here. Lots of other good maps on deviantart to steal though ;-)
If you use one of my maps and want a missing floor let me know, maybe it will motivate me to finish it and quit making new shit.
Says the guy who doesn't write anymore. Clicked "random deviant" until my fingers fell off and couldn't find any writings anymore. Maybe it's all broken now.
What the fuck up dude? I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you still writing depressed as always or have you took a turn for the Tool? RAWR!!! LOL Just seeing whatcha been up to all this time. Let me know if you've done much new stuff, I will sit down and take some time to look at it. Take it easy.