Oh wilting and dying Rose
What is causing thy death?
Oh woe is us, for nobody knows
What is taking our Rose's last breath.
The Rose that we planted
In the pot we call life
The view is now slanted
Of me and you, my beautiful wife
Where have we gone wrong?
Where did our Rose start it's death?
We used to be strong
Now, our love is on its last breath
The man you slept with
Planted a tulip in our pot
Is our Rose now a myth?
Is our Rose left to rot?
Will you come back to me
Oh beautiful Rose of mine
Let me feel all the glee
That made me so fine
Come back, Oh Rose.
Come back to me, Oh Rose.
Come stay in my pot.
You and me together.
I've awoken at 5 am
Dreaming of some ham
I wish to sleep, I do
But I feel kinda blue
I get those feelings
A bit like orange peelings
That I'm not enough
And it's rough
I'm supposed to be great
It's apparently my fate
At least, it's what they say
But when is that day?
I feel useless and obsolete
It has me worn and beat
Especially when it's 5 am
And I'm dreaming of more than ham
Rise and Conquer my brothers! by StarZlinger, literature
Literature
Rise and Conquer my brothers!
Some people look over the blood in the battlefield and think it is wrong. They believe they have messed up. All the blood spilt. Why? Over some little battle that I started. Yet I see it as an opportunity to build back up. To come back and win this fight.
Let me update you, soldier. The war started about 3 months ago. Someone took my wife, then almost took my life. As I stared him in the eyes, he told me that fateful line. “Odis says hi!” and then the dagger plunged into my abdomen.
I awoke the next day in our medical ward. It wasn’t the best, but it was the best thing a world riddled with radiation could supply. I was st
Flash Fiction! Good VS Bad by StarZlinger, literature
Literature
Flash Fiction! Good VS Bad
Everyone has battles. You can’t disagree with that with that. But everyone also has internal battles, such as what is right and wrong. Here, let me tell you a story.
Long ago, within a wolf pack, a pup was born. Of course, that is normal, because of nature and everything. So this pup is born, and there is something special about it. It’s coat is as white as snow. This occurs only once every millenia.
So this snow wolf starts growing up, then he hears a story. A short story, but a story nonetheless. The story is about the black wolf. The wolf who was the second wolf ever born, right behind the first white wolf. The story goes o
"One hour, 4144 Elm." He says, "Now leave, quickly."
They dash out of the parlour, leaving the mysterious man behind. Once they were a fair distance away, he turns to her and just says, "What the heck. How does he know where...I mean when...I mean...you know!"
"Honestly!" She exclaims back at him, "I have no clue how he knows our when!"
"Okay...Let's, first off, keep our voices down. We don't want more people figuring out our when-abouts. Secondly, let's think about this. Should we go in," He checks his wrist watch, "40 minutes?"
She looks at him and puts on a face of thinking. Her face is straining, looking like she is in pain, intense pain
Oh wilting and dying Rose
What is causing thy death?
Oh woe is us, for nobody knows
What is taking our Rose's last breath.
The Rose that we planted
In the pot we call life
The view is now slanted
Of me and you, my beautiful wife
Where have we gone wrong?
Where did our Rose start it's death?
We used to be strong
Now, our love is on its last breath
The man you slept with
Planted a tulip in our pot
Is our Rose now a myth?
Is our Rose left to rot?
Will you come back to me
Oh beautiful Rose of mine
Let me feel all the glee
That made me so fine
Come back, Oh Rose.
Come back to me, Oh Rose.
Come stay in my pot.
You and me together.
I've awoken at 5 am
Dreaming of some ham
I wish to sleep, I do
But I feel kinda blue
I get those feelings
A bit like orange peelings
That I'm not enough
And it's rough
I'm supposed to be great
It's apparently my fate
At least, it's what they say
But when is that day?
I feel useless and obsolete
It has me worn and beat
Especially when it's 5 am
And I'm dreaming of more than ham
Rise and Conquer my brothers! by StarZlinger, literature
Literature
Rise and Conquer my brothers!
Some people look over the blood in the battlefield and think it is wrong. They believe they have messed up. All the blood spilt. Why? Over some little battle that I started. Yet I see it as an opportunity to build back up. To come back and win this fight.
Let me update you, soldier. The war started about 3 months ago. Someone took my wife, then almost took my life. As I stared him in the eyes, he told me that fateful line. “Odis says hi!” and then the dagger plunged into my abdomen.
I awoke the next day in our medical ward. It wasn’t the best, but it was the best thing a world riddled with radiation could supply. I was st
Flash Fiction! Good VS Bad by StarZlinger, literature
Literature
Flash Fiction! Good VS Bad
Everyone has battles. You can’t disagree with that with that. But everyone also has internal battles, such as what is right and wrong. Here, let me tell you a story.
Long ago, within a wolf pack, a pup was born. Of course, that is normal, because of nature and everything. So this pup is born, and there is something special about it. It’s coat is as white as snow. This occurs only once every millenia.
So this snow wolf starts growing up, then he hears a story. A short story, but a story nonetheless. The story is about the black wolf. The wolf who was the second wolf ever born, right behind the first white wolf. The story goes o
"One hour, 4144 Elm." He says, "Now leave, quickly."
They dash out of the parlour, leaving the mysterious man behind. Once they were a fair distance away, he turns to her and just says, "What the heck. How does he know where...I mean when...I mean...you know!"
"Honestly!" She exclaims back at him, "I have no clue how he knows our when!"
"Okay...Let's, first off, keep our voices down. We don't want more people figuring out our when-abouts. Secondly, let's think about this. Should we go in," He checks his wrist watch, "40 minutes?"
She looks at him and puts on a face of thinking. Her face is straining, looking like she is in pain, intense pain
I've awoken at 5 am
Dreaming of some ham
I wish to sleep, I do
But I feel kinda blue
I get those feelings
A bit like orange peelings
That I'm not enough
And it's rough
I'm supposed to be great
It's apparently my fate
At least, it's what they say
But when is that day?
I feel useless and obsolete
It has me worn and beat
Especially when it's 5 am
And I'm dreaming of more than ham
I tread mysterious ways
They seemed mundane
Up until they lead me to you
Now my life isn't numb
Now I see light in every moment
Every heartbeat we share
I can't imagine a life without anymore
And so I hold on to every word
The numbness turned to cascades of emotions
There is peace in this whirlwind
Kindness in this aching life
And this broken heart is shining again
The mask has been put away
With you I don't need to hide
You have already seen this scarred soul
And what you saw was a tigress
Protective, gentle, unique
And behind the harsh facade a kind-hearted beauty
You brought my heart to life
Our lives intertwined until the end
And
52 of my friends
Sitting together
I know how they work
Yet the watchers know not
I pick one of them
Then they pick one
I have them look
They put it back
I already know
They don't know
I just work my magic
Without them knowing
I move my friends
They go back and forth
They may lay one after another
Or half will move to the back
I need to get my one friend
He needs to come foward
I need the others
To move out of the way
"We need to dig deeper"
I proclaim
"Let's remove the spades"
And 13 go away
"We are gentlemen
Not cavemen
We need no clubs"
So 13 more leave
"Yes I'm a Minor,
But not a Miner
So no diamonds for me"
And 13 remain
Out of th