Submissions by stormz_of_fire (River)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am everything I do, everything I feel, and everything I see. I see pain and anger, desire and love. I see the good and the bad, I bring the light to darkness, the dark to light.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Nov 2013 8:10pm
16th Nov 2013 8:10pm
Hetalia: Truth or Dare
I knew it was a bad idea to come tonight, but France threatened to come over and rape me if I didn't, and I can never tell if he's joking when he says things like that. I feel so awkward standing here, I keep pulling on the short black skirt my stupid friend put me in. She knows I hate skirts, but “oh no! We can't have me in anything comfortable if Germany is here!” Urgh! I am going to kill that girl.
“Ashley, mon amour! You are not drinking, you should have something. It's not a party until you have some vine.” France shoves a glass of wine into my hand.
“I can't France, I...
“Ashley, mon amour! You are not drinking, you should have something. It's not a party until you have some vine.” France shoves a glass of wine into my hand.
“I can't France, I...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 9:41pm
29th Sep 2013 9:41pm
The Fool's Journey Through Tarot: 7
Young Fool,
you feel the top.
Family, friends,
your life is full of victory!
Your bravery is leading you,
and you control your own destiny.
You have run to the top of a mountain
just to feel the wind in your hair,
you feel victorious,
all is going your way!
This is the place you have lead yourself,
you have taken the reins
of your chariot.
you feel the top.
Family, friends,
your life is full of victory!
Your bravery is leading you,
and you control your own destiny.
You have run to the top of a mountain
just to feel the wind in your hair,
you feel victorious,
all is going your way!
This is the place you have lead yourself,
you have taken the reins
of your chariot.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2013 9:39pm
29th Sep 2013 9:39pm
The Fool's Journey Through Tarot: 6
Young Fool,
Watch these lovers.
Do you see the pattern?
Those who can compromise
can share,
communicate,
they are the couples who last.
Those who do not
A relationship bulit on lies
misunderstandings
and hardheaded ways
all relationships,
be they romantic,
friendships,
colleagues,
all will fail
if compromise is not learned.
Little Fool,
learn this trait,
learn to share in this harmony.
Learn to compromise Little Fool.
Watch these lovers.
Do you see the pattern?
Those who can compromise
can share,
communicate,
they are the couples who last.
Those who do not
A relationship bulit on lies
misunderstandings
and hardheaded ways
all relationships,
be they romantic,
friendships,
colleagues,
all will fail
if compromise is not learned.
Little Fool,
learn this trait,
learn to share in this harmony.
Learn to compromise Little Fool.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2013 7:42pm
28th Sep 2013 7:42pm
The Fool's Journey Through Tarot: 5
The Hierophant holds
such miraculous mysteries.
Interpreting the old
so it may help the new.
The master of the wise,
he is a symbol of enlightenment.
Young Fool,
see his understanding?
See the keys of illumination
that only a Hierophant can read.
You will learn here
how to respect tradition,
to be benevolent and understanding.
The Hierophant can teach you this.
such miraculous mysteries.
Interpreting the old
so it may help the new.
The master of the wise,
he is a symbol of enlightenment.
Young Fool,
see his understanding?
See the keys of illumination
that only a Hierophant can read.
You will learn here
how to respect tradition,
to be benevolent and understanding.
The Hierophant can teach you this.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2013 7:41pm
28th Sep 2013 7:41pm
The Fool's Journey Through Tarot: 4
The father figure
the protector of his land.
His leadership is neccesary
for the fools of the world follow him.
Young Fool,
I know you want to play,
you want to do as you will
whenever you choose.
But this man teaches you something new.
You must have order
or all crumbles.
If nothing else,
learn this simple truth:
Let knowledge come,
Let it become wisdom,
Only then may you attempt to lead.
the protector of his land.
His leadership is neccesary
for the fools of the world follow him.
Young Fool,
I know you want to play,
you want to do as you will
whenever you choose.
But this man teaches you something new.
You must have order
or all crumbles.
If nothing else,
learn this simple truth:
Let knowledge come,
Let it become wisdom,
Only then may you attempt to lead.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2013 00:46am
28th Sep 2013 00:46am
The Fool's Journey Through Tarot: 3
The motherly woman
protecting her people.
She leads the Fool
on the next leg of his journey.
She teaches him wisdom.
For once you have knowledge
you must learn to use it.
You become wise
and you live,
and so the Fool continues
on his journey
growing wise as he travels
the distant lands.
Little Fool,
your new found wisdom
will enrich your life.
protecting her people.
She leads the Fool
on the next leg of his journey.
She teaches him wisdom.
For once you have knowledge
you must learn to use it.
You become wise
and you live,
and so the Fool continues
on his journey
growing wise as he travels
the distant lands.
Little Fool,
your new found wisdom
will enrich your life.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2013 00:44am
28th Sep 2013 00:44am
The Fool's Journey through Tarot: 2
Elderly woman,
counter to the Magician,
she holds knowledge.
A scroll in hand
she posseses reason
patience.
She is a kind old woman,
she teaches young Fool to listen.
She shows him
the value of knowledge,
how innocence is beautiful,
but knowledge is powerful.
You are still young little Fool,
but you are learning.
You are maturing
slowly and steadily,
you mature.
The first step is to learn,
for you must have knowledge
before you can grow.
counter to the Magician,
she holds knowledge.
A scroll in hand
she posseses reason
patience.
She is a kind old woman,
she teaches young Fool to listen.
She shows him
the value of knowledge,
how innocence is beautiful,
but knowledge is powerful.
You are still young little Fool,
but you are learning.
You are maturing
slowly and steadily,
you mature.
The first step is to learn,
for you must have knowledge
before you can grow.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 00:05am
20th Sep 2013 00:05am
The Fool's Journey Through Tarot: 1
Infinite possibilities,
the Magician weilds such power.
Dear young Fool,
your journey
begins with this man.
You sit before him
and he before you,
with the flick of his wrist
and the tap of his wand
Your pack opens.
He shows you ech object
you so lovingly packed.
You have all you need
to discover your true self.
You have a chance
at a new beginning,
new chances for success.
The Magician shows you
you have infinity.
Infinite possibilities,
infinite paths to follow,
for you are still so young
little Fool.
the Magician weilds such power.
Dear young Fool,
your journey
begins with this man.
You sit before him
and he before you,
with the flick of his wrist
and the tap of his wand
Your pack opens.
He shows you ech object
you so lovingly packed.
You have all you need
to discover your true self.
You have a chance
at a new beginning,
new chances for success.
The Magician shows you
you have infinity.
Infinite possibilities,
infinite paths to follow,
for you are still so young
little Fool.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 00:03am
20th Sep 2013 00:03am
The Fools Journey Through Tarot: 0
Young man of such potential,
carrying with you
an abundance of innocence and joy.
With the heart of a child
you carry all you need on your back
to begin your journey.
What is your journey
young traveler?
Where will it lead
what will you do?
The master of your own destiny,
you only see what you have and need.
You are so young,
so innocent and childlike.
You must take care
as you step foot into the unknown.
carrying with you
an abundance of innocence and joy.
With the heart of a child
you carry all you need on your back
to begin your journey.
What is your journey
young traveler?
Where will it lead
what will you do?
The master of your own destiny,
you only see what you have and need.
You are so young,
so innocent and childlike.
You must take care
as you step foot into the unknown.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2013 00:55am
15th Aug 2013 00:55am
An Old Home
I sit patiently
as you stare.
You observe me,
looking for my imperfections.
I do not want you.
You who searches.
Every crack and dusty corner,
every imperfection, noted
by your scavengers eyes.
You who will try to fix
my creaking stairs,
my scratches and bruises.
You who cannot see me.
I am waiting.
Waiting for that one.
The person who will come into me,
but will not look, will see.
This person will see how every crack
every scratch and dusty corner
shows my character.
And this person will love...
as you stare.
You observe me,
looking for my imperfections.
I do not want you.
You who searches.
Every crack and dusty corner,
every imperfection, noted
by your scavengers eyes.
You who will try to fix
my creaking stairs,
my scratches and bruises.
You who cannot see me.
I am waiting.
Waiting for that one.
The person who will come into me,
but will not look, will see.
This person will see how every crack
every scratch and dusty corner
shows my character.
And this person will love...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th May 2013 10:51pm
20th May 2013 10:51pm
For My People
My feet lead me, and I follow blindly. I know this land better than many, I do not need to look to find my way. And the settlement has been here long enough that I need not search for it. I will simply let my feet take me there, freeing my mind to consider my options.
I must save my people, and my wife. I do not know why, but they took her. My beautiful Tanis, and the son we adopted. His mother and father died in the last raid of our camp, and Tanis insisted we take him. Little Chetan, our son. I will walk into their village, I will meet their leader and I will look him in the eye....
I must save my people, and my wife. I do not know why, but they took her. My beautiful Tanis, and the son we adopted. His mother and father died in the last raid of our camp, and Tanis insisted we take him. Little Chetan, our son. I will walk into their village, I will meet their leader and I will look him in the eye....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Apr 2013 8:24pm
24th Apr 2013 8:24pm
Jump
Jeremy woke in the morning, far earlier than he liked. 4:25 a.m. was after all, ridiculously early for a 16 year old young man; particularly one who had stayed up the previous night until 2 am getting his homework done. He constantly worked, at school until 3 p.m, PetCorp from 3:30 to 6, and on him homework until the early hours, waking early to study and finish any homework left for this time. In fact, absolutely nothing was unique about this morning, except for one thing. Jeremy felt worse. Even worse than he had when his mother died or ever since, when his father had begun to push him so...
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