artfulvelociraptor

Right now I feel empty I have no clue as of why Everything is going well Nothing can stand in my way Yet my writings have suffered As if going through hellish fire Depression gives it no life Joy does nothing to spark Why must this beast suffer A cage animal not fed Where has the inspiration gone An elusive creature once found But now returning from the mystery It comes, it goes It gives no warning I await its return No matter how long the wait

 The gates of the graveyard opened up  with a loud creaking noise. It was all but quiet except for the sounds of cicadas singing their song of summer and the croaking of frogs from the nearby river. The light of the moon beamed down, striking against the gravestones, their shadows laying on top of the dead they marked. Besides the gate lay the smoldering remains of a human corpse, his uniform and body almost indistinguishable. The sounds of feet ruffled the loose gravel of the trail as five shadowy, feminine figures moved past the gate and smoldering heap of flesh. "So a voodoo priestess, a succubus, and a demoness all walk into a

 Grace opened her eyes. White seemed to be everywhere. Where was she? what had happened? She could hear the sounds of a cheering crowd, but she could not see them. They sounded like they were everywhere, hidden behind the wall of white that covered everywhere. She continued to searched, her body moving in circles as she heard a loud voice boomed over the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your Main event this evening!" Grace blinked. She looked about, seeing four silver metal post around her. Each one of the post were connected with three blue colored ropes running around, forming a square. And in the right hand corner

 The dark, dank cave echoed with drops of water mixed with oncoming footsteps. The stalactites seem to form pillars along the sides as they reached down, meeting their stalagmite partners. Cold winds howled along the long winding corridor like tunnel as a lone figure slowly walked along, move closer to the arcane wooden door, lit by two massive torches on both sides of it. Shardstorm was not looking forward to what was to come. Her breath blew cold as it mixed in with the heat of torches. It was very hard to breath, making her wonder if she had a broken rib or two. Then again  if that was all that was injured on her after being pr

 A small glimmer of light peeked through as Roberta eyes began to open. She stretched  her arms and legs before realizing she wasn't in her own bed. She suddenly shot up, the white sheets that had covered her falling to her lap. Eyes wide, she quickly began scanning the room, wondering where she was. What was this place? What happened? Why am I here? Memories soon began to race through her mind. Her friend murdered, the two women, Shardstorm and Anna, chasing her, the giant woman who saved her. Wait! That was it. She remembered the last words that Grace had said as she had drifted to sleep. Don't use too much sleep powder. They ha

 "Run!" Her mind continued to say that over and over. "Don't worry about your hair getting in your face! Don't worry about costume getting ripped! Just run or they will kill you too!!" Tears streamed down her face, thinking of what they did to Milenna! How could they just shoot her! All they were trying to do was go home after a fun day at the anime convention and now her best friend dead and she was running for her life. Why? Why was this happening? Her long blond hair swish ion front of her face as she bounded away, her blue top hat somehow staying on in her flight as she looked back seeing if they were still following her. She quick

Depression is what fuels my art Happiness being a small cute caterpillar Dining greedily on that lovely emotion Not caring how it is achieved One day anger comes to encompass it Swallowing up the small gluttonous bug Concealing happiness into a ugly vile bump Laying helplessly squirming in anguish As anger slips into depressions lap Feelings inside dissolve and reform silently Watching the ugly cocoon burst forth Violently cracking open with pen's triumph From this foul lump emerges the sweet product of it all The beautiful butterfly of the sonnet of the haiku, the limerick and the free verse Shaking the bloody stains left from

Blood the life force, the source of lively-hood carried among those we so desperately need Give to Us willing,We silently plead the rich warm liquid that flows through your veins Give so we may grow, give so we may thrive Let Us be the Rose, you be our sweet rain cascade you gift upon us as we drink it desperately Holding you close in our loving embrace feeling your heart race you breathing ragged as you give to us freely upon Our savage need we return your gift with one of Our own making you feel so euphoric, so aroused Remember we live together no matter what is said we need each other to survive the cruel world   Yo