Polish the armour and sharpen the blades Paint the skies with red shades Beat, bash, and break their puny barricades Bask in heroic accolades Shields raised, swords drawn Powerful cries bring a new dawn Ambition thrums in our hearts, fears withdrawn No second-guessing, all doubts must be gone Stand side by side with your strong soldiers Drums sound, feel the tensity in your shoulders Cleave, lacerate and slash through our...

The One of FireMade so powerfulIs it is our desireOr our downfallWe tried before, madeOne of ultimate powerWe never knew or sawThings would turn sourShe was our creationOur salvationShe caused suchDevastation We are the sunsOriginal lifeWe took the moonsAs our wifeShe gave birthTo girls of worthThey would inhabitProtect systems and planetsNamed The PheonixBorn from flamesTry to harm herShe is born againOne will failMistak...

I stepped out of the house and began to head off to the play pit I seemed to keep returning there. Kurai answered every question without hesitation, and without sparing any details. I did not ask some because I knew he could not answer them. I do not know whom the man Isadora mentioned in my dreams, but I am beginning to suspect who he could possibly be. "The nanos come by from time to time too, searching for people, pref...

I spent my youth on the East Side of town, cruising the streets and feeling high on what was stowed in my glove box and trunk. My passengers were serious dudes and I smoothly ferried them around so they could deal our crystal cargo in clip joints and in pubs. We hit the money big time and got treated with utmost respect, no wayward kid ever dared to scrape a coin along my fancy paintwork. My livery still shines like a dia...

Due to the brevity and darkness of this piece, I have decided to leave a few lines blank, so not to spoil it. Hey, let's face it bitch: You suck as an artist; you have no creativity, you're a fucked up, hopeless shitty person, a plagiarist, and anything you say is an airborne toxic event. Why the fuck are you even alive?  Those words cut straight to the core. Her blade cut straight to the vein. Her life faded to black.

If I were China …and I had power …I think about this thought a lot. If I were China and I conquered the world …and things went the way I planned …nevermind, I sound like a comic book villain now. …but if I had my way All the factories that put cows in boxes would go away And the plains would be for bison and wolves …and for the cowboys brave enough to live there If I were China, I’d be mean too Back in 1900 they imported...

I have a desire for every inch of you. I need the smell of your breath on my needing lips. The taste of you under the covers, And I can feel your voice running through every fibre of my being. It’s the whispering way you tell me you love me that makes me blush. You know what it does to me, causing you to reel in delight. Telling me every chance you get, just to see my redden cheeks. You feel my heart flutter against your...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What may cause a heart to break,Or sometimes raise the dead?What loathsome thing can crawl insideOr rescue from dark dread?A weapon singing through the mist,A spear hits home, and hard.It drives the point and shaft in deep,A shining, poisoned shard.A lullaby of sweet delights,Confection to the soul;It rocks a babe to gentle rest...

The Fragrance Of Her Sleep Mine eyes snapped open then. Yes some compelling whiff hinted At luxury that peeled My seal-ed lips, how ironic That smell can break a spell of sleep! Yet as I woke there was No strong fermented scent, No sense of succulent Sweet sustenance, and no, Sophisticated spice sachet, But only mild tastes of the dew As it hung on the deep blue air. Mine eyes took in the welcome sight Of starry night, it...

Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew on the grass drew a faint glow from my skin and awakened my senses. Moonlight, bright enough to cast shadows, glinted off the river up ahead where she wound through the valley in tight, sweeping curves. Over the bubbl...

Hands of woman, the tools of her trade, Dishes and laundry and beds always made. Dialing the doctor while groceries unpacked, Cleaning and dusting and newspapers stacked. Tireless endeavors she must see them all through, Oh by the way she holds down a job too. Many hats she wears as she changes tasks, Be there for her is all she asks. Her days are long and nights even longer, Doing the impossible she somehow gets stronger...