|Hand high, sword low, and respect the ever-fleeting horizon.|
Water Me NotFrom the ground I growWater Me Not by Mattchewbackaar
Using water and light and space
From the soil and so
Allow me to express my grace
Water is fine
But not too much
For that is a bad sign
That one day
You will put me out of touch
Water is okay, I guess
Water will help me grow
As water will not press
Unless too much, I say oh no
But will you listen, how can you
You shall not regret or rue
And eventually, you say oh drat
Flood me with water
And know that I will die
But know this, o thwarter
Of knowledge, of freedom
Know that your end is nigh
You may suppress me
With rock and steel and stone
But I will still rise, you see
And your end, only you postpone
Water me, sure, but not too much
Or water me, no, not at all; be such
Depersonalisation and UndiverseDemarcus sits stone-like in a chair, his hand supporting his weighty, sleepy head. Frequently—about every two to three seconds—he clicks his pen. Click. Breath. Chatter, chatter. Scribble. Click. Sigh. Demarcus sits up and tries to focus. He might as well. There’s only, what—hang on—Demarcus checks his phone—twenty minutes left until the end of the lecture. Twenty-two minutes if you were really being smart about it. But twenty.Depersonalisation and Undiverse by Mattchewbackaar
He did the maths in his head. Twenty minutes. Ugh.
Twenty, whole, solid, slow, backbreaking, knee-cracking, mind-numbing minutes. Demarcus stares at the digital clock. It finally ticks a minute. Great. Twenty-one minutes. Fantastic.
Tap. He places his phone aside and looks forward.
“Now,” the lecturer says. “I assume that you’ve all read this book. If you haven’t, read it.”
The lecturer holds up a book like a king would hold up a sceptre. There’s no response from the class. There
The Transmundane AnomalyThe trio – an archer and two swordsmen – stagger through the door, panting and wheezing. They made it. Goodness. They made it.The Transmundane Anomaly by Mattchewbackaar
“Close that door, Soren,” orders the leader, his voice shaky.
They can hear ghostly shrieks from beyond the door. They get closer. Somehow the trio outran them. They don’t question their feat, just accept. Soren musters whatever strength he can from his oxygen-deprived muscles and closes the colossal door. Thud – echo-echo-echo.
Soren keeps his back to the door, gasping. He looks at Ander, a beefy guy clad in steel and a mammoth of a blade in his shuddering hand, and nods his head at a stack of thick boxes. There’re no words. Ander shuffles, leans his blade against the wall and drives the stack toward the door. As Ander positions them in front, he backs off and breathes in deeply through his nose.
His nose picks up a smell. Not his sweat, though there is that, but something else. Iron. It’s profound, nose-curling,
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
The warmth of too many bodies in one small room soothed my soul. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back against the couch, and took a slow, deep breath of oxygen.
"He never told me that! I thought he wanted to marry her-"
"-No, she wanted to finish college first, they split up."
"-Oh my God, reminds me, guys did you hear about Jesse? He dropped out, apparently he's rooming with some kleptomaniac crazy hippy-chick, dropped his cell plan too-and his mom can't even get a hold of him."
"Trevor is gay. He told me last month."
I opened my eyes and sat up straight, noticing the silence in the room. Then eve
Two HeartsTween the beats of my heart I feel a stirring
Within this skin a new soul is forming, unblurring
On the path of rebirth I feel the love inside purring
Here on the clouds of raptured bliss I see the strength of my soul
Every breath I take is two, the dance of life starts to make me whole
A wave of emotional and spiritual bliss reveals the light reveals my role
Reaching into the world I see the love again, a rebirth of my mind is control
This is what life is, not the scars and blisters festering in the deep black hole
Sparks will ignite the passion, you are own jailer, set yourself free and reject parole
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders