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Eva Fox Sep 2014
Oblique sunlight
Drapes across the tombs of our forefathers,
Diffusing brilliant light
Through fragile petals that grow among the stone.
Each soft blossom casts delicate shadows
from its veins' array
And gathers light against these
In translucent shocks of color:
A momentary burst
Of gentle, piercing glory
Before falling
Like an indigo ash
Back to the dark womb
Of incessant life.
JC Lucas Aug 2014
A million tiny pinpricks
the brightness of the sun
they would blind you
if you looked right at them.

A thousand earsplitting whispers
wishing you well,
pushing you on
they would deafen you
if you hadn't already stopped hearing them.

A sea of faces
fades into black before the horizon
if you didn't know not to
acknowledge them,
you might.

Someday,
years from now I can guarantee
those million spotlights
will blind you

those thousand voices
will drown out your own

that sea of faces will look back
Confused(?)
Disgusted(?)
or worse

disinterested

Fifteen minutes is up.
Donna Bella Sep 2014
It's a whole different story
About the glory I've been through
Dark Jewel Sep 2014
Amongst the weak.
The strong will rise.
Bringing our blades of justice.

Assassins,
All in disguise.
We rise together.
Along the line of the crowd.

Were at the corner of our fate.
Destiny will take us all.

Blades thrusted forward,
Arrows blacken the skies.
We charge into battle.
We fight for our lives.

For Freedom,
For honor.
JUSTICE.

But for whom?

I fear not what we face.
We will rise together.
Assassins for one.
AND all.

Together we fight,
Against the Templars.
We may be an Animus,
But our hearts are true.

Abstergo Destroyed a brother.
Or maybe hundreds.

Tonight,
They die by our swords.
Our blades of honor.
Will create a world of War.

Beware the Assassins,
We've Come to ****.

You will die,
Drowning in the seven seas.
A little inspiration from Theme music. RISE UP my brothers and sisters! We are the creed!
Clindballe Aug 2014
I got lost in you like I do with books.
Forgot about my surroundings.
About the hurtful endings.
A real life horror story.
With no big glory.
Just great pain.
How lame.
Written: August 20. - 2014
Bizarre timing of a twisted breath, distorted beat
nostalgic and melancholic memories
newcoming dawn, colorless one
a fading spark in a girl's eyes
clouded sight of innocence
longing for care,
immobilized unsure of if
there really is, a purpose for
the life awaiting her, hours passing by
come board the ship, observe the world
all of the magnificent, ancient legends and also myths
oh pyramids, endless feasts, opulent *****
a carnival, a masquerade,  a crowning time
or if the gods are willing, to favor her
the ship will wreck, and when she wakes
a mermaids voice, a fairies glance
or encountering a fallen angel
a lost soul, will be the one
and final quest she experiences.
Majd Al Deen Aug 2014
P1
There once was a guy
Who once had a guild
And that guild was built
With seventy head

That guy once guided his guild
Where grey lands were filled and built
He held down his sword and belt
Screaming out loud while moving his head
"Where gold is we land and dig"
"Where glory is we put our head"

There once were guides
Who helped that guild
Finding grey lands
That filled and built

One guild guy had wrote and read
His name was "Chiny Chem Ded"
Other guild guide was in the lead
Where war is you hear " Belly Den Deed "
End of part 1.. please tell me does it worth to continue writing it ;-)
Aubrey Aug 2014
... lest I cannot forgive.
I've been mistaken
to think I had a right to live
as though I were righteous
or
irreplaceable.
I wonder,
what is the culmination?
The end result?
For us?
For her?
Have the sins of the mother
tarnished her glory?
Have I paved
a way
for us
in Hell?
10/30/11
far night is calling -
only the hash of ash is falling -
the cold is melancholy chilling -
my very slow heart is in some hurry -
fate failed to carry the fairy -
even if night come to the glory -
thunder blinks on my mind furry -
and I sleep as sleep apart from a sleep - -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
life passing without love but calling love when insomnia breaks out.
Kenshō Jul 2014
The glimpse-
Grasping, it slips.
Abstaining, it tempts.
Alone, it is.

My childlike eye:
Raw, clear, liquid cry.
Shining sight so bright.
Serenity of sky.

Blurry but keen,
On seeing things yet unseen.
Light travels to my eye-
The glimpse of a queen.
She is my queen forever.
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