Submissions by Arbasyn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 11:01pm
7th Jan 2016 11:01pm
Ms. Crystal
Oh Ms. Crystal,
Fair and sweet,
How many people,
Did you meet,
Under the sun,
At noon today,
The day's hardly begun,
Yet you're eager to play,
With the hardy boys racing,
Across the street,
And the little dancing,
By your feet,
Oh Ms. Crystal,
Serene and graceful,
Pardon me if I appear,
Bashful and insincere,
I am but a humble admirer,
Of your translucent beauty.
Fair and sweet,
How many people,
Did you meet,
Under the sun,
At noon today,
The day's hardly begun,
Yet you're eager to play,
With the hardy boys racing,
Across the street,
And the little dancing,
By your feet,
Oh Ms. Crystal,
Serene and graceful,
Pardon me if I appear,
Bashful and insincere,
I am but a humble admirer,
Of your translucent beauty.
544 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 00:34am
7th Jan 2016 00:34am
Divine and Deviant (Elder Scrolls: Daedric Prince Vaermina)
It's not the nights of fear,
That lead me to asphyxiation,
The darkest of bargains,
My soul for her tongue,
In exchange for depraved inspiration,
I earn my place among,
The greatest authors of the era,
In the shackles of a Daedra.
My goddess forgive me for I have sinned,
I have not fulfilled the terms of our contract,
For while I forever remain your most faithful servant,
I'm afraid in my eagerness to serve you I did not read the fine print,
Alas that only now I am aware of your most crucial condition,
That our affair...
That lead me to asphyxiation,
The darkest of bargains,
My soul for her tongue,
In exchange for depraved inspiration,
I earn my place among,
The greatest authors of the era,
In the shackles of a Daedra.
My goddess forgive me for I have sinned,
I have not fulfilled the terms of our contract,
For while I forever remain your most faithful servant,
I'm afraid in my eagerness to serve you I did not read the fine print,
Alas that only now I am aware of your most crucial condition,
That our affair...
889 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2016 10:24pm
3rd Jan 2016 10:24pm
Red Mockery
Your tongue is useless,
The cyanide is a much better fit sliding down your throat,
Swallowing the guilt comes easy but it's harder to digest,
Your right-hand records the anguish in a suicide note,
While your left hand ties the noose what a tragic incest,
You sever those pesky bonds that hold your arms together,
Exhuming a wellspring of red mockery while your body's devoid of life,
You're just an animated corpse that doesn't walk but slithers,
Avoiding holes in the ground why not pay your tithe,
It's not the contempt on your breath nor the sin you harbor,...
The cyanide is a much better fit sliding down your throat,
Swallowing the guilt comes easy but it's harder to digest,
Your right-hand records the anguish in a suicide note,
While your left hand ties the noose what a tragic incest,
You sever those pesky bonds that hold your arms together,
Exhuming a wellspring of red mockery while your body's devoid of life,
You're just an animated corpse that doesn't walk but slithers,
Avoiding holes in the ground why not pay your tithe,
It's not the contempt on your breath nor the sin you harbor,...
842 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2016 3:43am
2nd Jan 2016 3:43am
The Black Revelation (Knights of the Old Republic: Darth Revan)
She is awake,
Not caused by a tremor in the force,
But with the power of a cataclysmic earthquake,
Feel the shifting in the air,
The trembling of the ground,
Listen to the animal's howling in despair,
Heed the people's desperate pleas for mercy as they flee underground.
Bear witness to the revival,
Of a Jedi who claimed ultimate victory,
Over the unstoppable Mandalorians and their sacking of the galaxy,
By harnessing power condemned as heineous and vile,
Who rose above the frail trappings of her order,
Rejecting pacifistic...
Not caused by a tremor in the force,
But with the power of a cataclysmic earthquake,
Feel the shifting in the air,
The trembling of the ground,
Listen to the animal's howling in despair,
Heed the people's desperate pleas for mercy as they flee underground.
Bear witness to the revival,
Of a Jedi who claimed ultimate victory,
Over the unstoppable Mandalorians and their sacking of the galaxy,
By harnessing power condemned as heineous and vile,
Who rose above the frail trappings of her order,
Rejecting pacifistic...
760 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Dec 2015 6:13pm
28th Dec 2015 6:13pm
The Refugee (Dragon Age 2: part 2)
VARRIC: It has to rhyme.
HAWKE: Varric, I swear you've made the practice of "overcomplication" a pastime.
VARRIC: Oh come now don't be such a nug about it, it'll be fun.
HAWKE: Easy for you to say, you're a renowned literary craftsman.
VARRIC: While what you said is true trust me, it isn't that hard, just follow my lead.
Just stick with me Hawke and you'll be spinning your own epics before you even finish your mead.
HAWKE: Ok first of all, it's wine. Can't you tell by the way I hardly drink it and just spin it around in its fancy...
HAWKE: Varric, I swear you've made the practice of "overcomplication" a pastime.
VARRIC: Oh come now don't be such a nug about it, it'll be fun.
HAWKE: Easy for you to say, you're a renowned literary craftsman.
VARRIC: While what you said is true trust me, it isn't that hard, just follow my lead.
Just stick with me Hawke and you'll be spinning your own epics before you even finish your mead.
HAWKE: Ok first of all, it's wine. Can't you tell by the way I hardly drink it and just spin it around in its fancy...
687 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Dec 2015 1:54am
27th Dec 2015 1:54am
The Surest Path to Progress
You chase the future,
With mechanical marvels,
And a call to arms.
Born and bred by war,
May the ultimate victor,
Rise from the ashes.
If you are worthy,
Enter the colosseum,
And determine fate.
With mechanical marvels,
And a call to arms.
Born and bred by war,
May the ultimate victor,
Rise from the ashes.
If you are worthy,
Enter the colosseum,
And determine fate.
618 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 10:04pm
26th Dec 2015 10:04pm
The Surest Path to Peace
The path to your peace,
Is not to lay down your arms,
But hold them outstretched.
Abandon your wars,
Your sacred prejudices,
To live born again.
In another's arms,
Surrender yourself to love,
And peace will find you.
Is not to lay down your arms,
But hold them outstretched.
Abandon your wars,
Your sacred prejudices,
To live born again.
In another's arms,
Surrender yourself to love,
And peace will find you.
468 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Dec 2015 10:05am
24th Dec 2015 10:05am
The Water Sticks
Peel away your skin,
You'll find your veins run deep,
Rivers of blood claiming common kin,
With the incompetent shepherd and the slaughtering of the sheep,
Bones so easily broken,
Did you think it was a coincidence,
That your marrow is only a morbid token,
Of sadistic acts of terror and violent incidents,
Unfasten your appendages,
You'll then understand why mankind can't fly,
A self inflicted anchor composed of dyed melanin and ambidextrous cartilage,
Mutilating the earth and sacrificing the sky,
We are agents of destruction,
Disciples of...
You'll find your veins run deep,
Rivers of blood claiming common kin,
With the incompetent shepherd and the slaughtering of the sheep,
Bones so easily broken,
Did you think it was a coincidence,
That your marrow is only a morbid token,
Of sadistic acts of terror and violent incidents,
Unfasten your appendages,
You'll then understand why mankind can't fly,
A self inflicted anchor composed of dyed melanin and ambidextrous cartilage,
Mutilating the earth and sacrificing the sky,
We are agents of destruction,
Disciples of...
562 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 00:06am
20th Dec 2015 00:06am
Aggressively Casual
Humble,
Rudimentary,
Comfortable clutter to abate fears of agoraphobic stumbles,
A 4x4 white-washed landscape provides the perfect artistic study.
Claustrophobic,
Artificial,
The clean floors become lava so I've practiced my aerobics,
Ugh my artistic inspiration is siphoned by this unfortunately accurate description, an obstinate mockery of my work, look at it sitting there all pompous yet still so superficial.
Blank canvas,
Infinite utensils,
Every little "mess" perfectly fills settles in its stanza,
Of graceful brushstrokes...
Rudimentary,
Comfortable clutter to abate fears of agoraphobic stumbles,
A 4x4 white-washed landscape provides the perfect artistic study.
Claustrophobic,
Artificial,
The clean floors become lava so I've practiced my aerobics,
Ugh my artistic inspiration is siphoned by this unfortunately accurate description, an obstinate mockery of my work, look at it sitting there all pompous yet still so superficial.
Blank canvas,
Infinite utensils,
Every little "mess" perfectly fills settles in its stanza,
Of graceful brushstrokes...
549 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2015 10:29pm
5th Dec 2015 10:29pm
Be Well My Porcelain Daughter (Fallout 4: Curie)
Three eyes to see,
With no tongue to speak,
Confined to glass rooms of mournful reminiscing,
Bereft of purpose in her scientific boutique,
Isolated by the thunder that shook her stone cabin,
Oblivious to her sanctification as a relic of a lost civilization.
Olfactory overload,
Where is the good doctor,
That cared for her so,
A tragedy that the bombs served as his reminder,
Of mankind's fragility,
Surrendering his freedom to an underground cellar,
As the leader of this nefarious laboratory,
Built to conduct pathogenic experiments on...
With no tongue to speak,
Confined to glass rooms of mournful reminiscing,
Bereft of purpose in her scientific boutique,
Isolated by the thunder that shook her stone cabin,
Oblivious to her sanctification as a relic of a lost civilization.
Olfactory overload,
Where is the good doctor,
That cared for her so,
A tragedy that the bombs served as his reminder,
Of mankind's fragility,
Surrendering his freedom to an underground cellar,
As the leader of this nefarious laboratory,
Built to conduct pathogenic experiments on...
614 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2015 00:23am
29th Nov 2015 00:23am
Red Bloodied Romance (Fallout 4)
An extra shot of whiskey,
To keep my hands steady,
A potent dosage of psycho,
To kill everyone in this fermented grotto,
A torrent of tears,
To drown my homicidal regrets and masochistic fears.
Sadistically driven by revenge claimed so long ago,
Sewing makeshift stitches over my gaping emotional wounds,
Accumulated from years of abuse that created our antihero,
Performing nightly spectacles of barbarity to receive my dues,
I am a woman consumed by vendettas yet hollow to the core,
Trapped within empty bottles and dirty syringes,
Desperately...
To keep my hands steady,
A potent dosage of psycho,
To kill everyone in this fermented grotto,
A torrent of tears,
To drown my homicidal regrets and masochistic fears.
Sadistically driven by revenge claimed so long ago,
Sewing makeshift stitches over my gaping emotional wounds,
Accumulated from years of abuse that created our antihero,
Performing nightly spectacles of barbarity to receive my dues,
I am a woman consumed by vendettas yet hollow to the core,
Trapped within empty bottles and dirty syringes,
Desperately...
640 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Nov 2015 8:29am
25th Nov 2015 8:29am
Shrinking Violet
It's all smoke and mirrors,
Cocooned in magenta mascara and lavender lace,
The ever-elusive ivory stag now backed into a corner,
Delighting in an artificial solitude's icy embrace,
Brandishing a jaw of pearls to sheathe the dagger up her sleeve,
A being without mortal anchors but free as the cosmos,
An orphaned star adopted by the destitute and bereaved,
Bound to the earth by a single poisonous dose,
Of a senseless rebellion rooted in a confrontational domestic convenience,
Concocted from the distorted allure of abandonment and the lust of love,...
Cocooned in magenta mascara and lavender lace,
The ever-elusive ivory stag now backed into a corner,
Delighting in an artificial solitude's icy embrace,
Brandishing a jaw of pearls to sheathe the dagger up her sleeve,
A being without mortal anchors but free as the cosmos,
An orphaned star adopted by the destitute and bereaved,
Bound to the earth by a single poisonous dose,
Of a senseless rebellion rooted in a confrontational domestic convenience,
Concocted from the distorted allure of abandonment and the lust of love,...
583 reads
3 Comments
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