Alright, this is allowed right? If not, a mod can lock it...
Anyways, I'm doing this because I feel that my previous thread for my work is being brought down by *cough* 'lesser' works that I had done without really focusing on the affect(s) it would generate, or simply put, if they were 'good'(because greatness is irrelative). I'll just put the new works that I really work hard on here, along with the previous ones that I view as 'acceptable'(what is really acceptable anyways? What with the world as it is...). Enjoy...
Thanks once again to Nichodemus for encouraging me to make the first thread (I got your name right this time :P, maby you should look at YOUR OP :P). Haha... __________
Published: June 15 '09 at 1:10 PM
Rise of the Lycans By: Mav
And where do they go? That is a secret no one may know.
Plundering Murdering Lycan Thieves Who blend with stone And meld with trees
GLinting eyes and mottled fur Appear like nightmare Vanish like smoke
What steals upon the silent air Razor fangs and hidden claws A deadly killer lieing there
No one living can hide from thee O those who tread invisibly Cross hill and dell, wood and stone __________ Published: June 18 '09 at 9:29 AM
Wondering By: Mav
Sitting here today, Wondering what price I have to pay. A though, an idea, its all I want! But still the words just sit and taunt.
And still, I ask, shall I continue? Before I chance to offend you? Words that used to flow quite nice Now instead have turned to ice.
The inspiration that was my flame, Has gone out, and i must blame; Was it fear or lack of skill? These harsh words oh do they kill
Alas, I know not my fate And I fear that I may be too late Tendrils escaping afore they begin And to this all i say is 'fin' --- (revised edition) __________ Published: Jun 22 '09 at 2:41 PM
Uprising By: Mav
Sitting in the quiet night I watch them as they pass Preparing for the final fight awaiting the command
A silent hush besets us all Like the quiet before the storm Wondring what will happen to us all For we are slaves no more!
Come to exact our deadly fee Upon our overlords As we race towards the melee War cries ringing out
Slashing claw and gnashing fang The skirmish rages on The fight for our freedom hangs By a single thread
Crimson blood staings their milky skin And gruesome wounds we sport But the Vampire's line is getting thin And soon they turn and flee
We give chase with howls of glee And hunt the Vampire scum But sadly none of us could see The trap t'was being sown
We chase them towards a shade glen We fought with the magnificent thought That we would surely win But oh were we wrong
Before we knew what was going on We were all surrounded! We had all thought that we had won! The cause was surely lost
__________ Published: Jun 22 '09 at 6:39 PM
Something in Nothing By: Mav
A shadow in the night No one knows my plight Muddling my mind It is everything but kind
It is unique to all But all of man will fall Creepy, crawly, skuttling things Those horrible, ghastly paings
With nothing to fear But no one will hear Enclosed in their mind To be free all you need is someone Kind __________ Published: Jun 28 '09 at 5:13 PM
Lost By: Mav Turning round and round I don't know where I am Hoping to be found I am lost
To survive is my goal To die is not And deep down my soul Knows that I am lost
Seeking shelter, food, and hope I wander this lonely place But soon i sit and mope Because I am lost.
Wandering round this wood Wildlife scared at my pressence This situation is not good For I am still lost
Yet suddenly in the air My wildest dreams revealed A person came that really care'd I am lost no more
The helicopter that saved my life Took me to my home It ended alot of strife But in the urban jungle...
I am lost __________ Published: Jun 28 '09 at 5:38 PM
Up By: Mav
Standing in line just waiting The advertisements baiting Snaring you in like a hungry fish Saying it is all you wish
Happy thoughts flood through my mind But soon do I find That I'm in front of the line The pilot reassures me that I'll be fine
Rising higher, higher, higher still My worst nightmare is now fulfilled In this ballon above the ground A shred of courage cannot be found
Eyes shut tight I ponder my plight Till the pilot says where going down And soon we begin heading towards the town
With clammy hands and a pale face I sit and wonder about my case And when we land and I can leave I hop off and through the crowd I weave
Looking back to that day With regret all I can say Should have I just glimpsed down I could have seen the whole town... __________ Published: Jul 2 '09 at 6:01 PM
Im not buying it... By: Mav
Billy May's Here! At the tv I Peer Sighing outloud at what I hear
You should buy Sham-Wow! I want to give you a Pow! Just so i can hear you say ow...
...so you should Buy! I want to cry Advertising makes me die __________ Published: Jul 6 '09 at 11:05 AM
Lead Rain By: Mav
On the Western Front To the East of Normandy American Troops seek refuge Against the a'cursed rain
Thunder booms out But not a cloud can be seen The Men cower in fox holes And seek protection from the rain
There home on the front The holes where they hide Can be there grave too If the rain hits them
The thunder gets lounder Men prepare for the worst And hope for the best And pray the rain doesnt come
Death comes quick To those who are hit By the rain unawares And unprepared
Like shrieking pipers The rain comes And hits the ground With a lound boom
Trees explode and Dirt is kicked up Where men used to be A smoking crater lies
Wounded men scream Cries of 'medic' ring out And yet the rain still comes And comes and comes
And then the rain stops The storm is over And men sink into their holes To await the next storm __________ Published: Jul 6 '09 at 3:44 PM
Marching On By: Mav
Dissapointed faces Stand out like a wart on the tip of a nose
I give it all I got But it sometimes isnt Enough to carry on
Writing all the time Yet mediocre reigns Over all my poems
This could be the end It would not surprise me If I dont continue this legacy
To re-write history was the aim But somebody always beats me Like a worn-out drum
Yet I continue on Renewing forgotten paths Instant gratification
But people notice My poor attempts And still I write
I write of what Ever I feel and think In sickness or health
People leave comments Good or bad It all helps to keep me going
I continue forging Out old trails And forsaking new ones
To be unique In this same world I think I still believe that
Yet all veiw me as the same Another guy trying to survive And crashing, and burning
Through the wind-blown ashes I reneiw my life Like a phoenix
And the game continues The anthem still plays And I still continue this old beat
Like water soiled with oil I am clear deep down But muddied at the surface
As a flame dies down And is forever extinguished All writers must go
Yet this is not a farewell As much as past recollections When the weight of it all was lighter
And we all hope That people will look back and say Your just like Nicho, Alt, Jezz(ss), or Gantic
And your name included Like the ringing bell Brings you notice
Depressing this sounds Yet happy at the core A beacon in the night
Words are immortal Yet people are not And the people write the continuing, the immortal
By writing I hope I can create a legacy Of my own
And stray from renewing And to begin forging New paths
So I shall March On To the same old beat And resilient I will be __________ Published: Jul 8 '09 at 6:53 PM
Books By: Mav
Reading a book Thats got me hooked
It takes me to unknown places And lets me see brand new faces
Riding along side heros or In a cafe, watching it pour
When ever I begin to read Magical images to my mind feed
Where will I go I do not know
So I open that book To get Hooked __________ Published: Jul 10 '09 at 9:30 PM
Lost and Gone By: Mav
Growin' inside me That hated thing It controled my life And through fear it reign'd
Emotions outside and a monster within The woe's its caused From them I can't hide
Trying to fix and Searching in me It controlled my life Its demise It could not forsee
The war is waged My hatred at the boil Its life is mine My hands its blood will soil
Lost and gone That part of me Its crazed eyes I will never see
I wont look back I wont shed tears Lost and gone... Now I have no fear
(Authors Note: The poem has no relation what-so-ever to the song 'Dead and Gone' __________ Published: Jul 16 '09 at 11:13 AM
A Life In A Day By: Mav
Thirty Seconds! Till the gate drops foward Putting us out on the beach
The cliff-face is silent No movement seen Maby they all ran away...
Twenty Seconds! The tension builds Whumps of shelling in the background
Ten Seconds! Then hell is unleashed On this god-dammed beach
Five Seconds! The bosun screams out And still the cliff are silent
Drop! The gate falls down And the cliffs come alive
Bullets ping off the sides And the men in front fall And the bullets still come
We burst into flame And jump over the side To stay alive...a bit longer
Wading through the waves Like sitting ducks We get picked off
The tide turns crimson The bodies float And we cower behind eachother
Mother! Mother! Some kid cries out He soon stops...
A LCT* explodes Raining shrapnel and Body parts on us
A man walks around Holding his disembered arm He ask us where it is
We make a break For farther up the beach Only three of us make it
We race up the beach And see some men Pinned up behind a wall We dive next to them To avoid getting hit The guy next to me has no head...
Pshooooooowww! The Rangers launch there rockets At the point
Krauts drop grenades As they climb Blowing them off the ladders
Dirt puffs up And yet they still miss us Behind this wall
A guy dashes over And dives And hits a mine It blows his chin off And moans out He's gone within the hour
Alright m8, thanks. I'll write the fourth Shadows in the Night' one this weekend, its just that I have a TON of homework. The zombie thing will die down soon, give it a week and I can take it back over. Thanks again m8.
And its a degree. Its supposed to have long, boring, horrigiying obtusely simple sentences to draw you away from the thing that the law is really about.
Any parties who question the motives behind writing these Constitutional Informative Degrees' will be delt with severely. Any patronages who reaslize the these Degrees serve absolutly no power at all and are completely worthless will be shipped of to Siberia. Any person(s) who ponder why the Arts and Writing Distickt needs Constitutional Informative Degrees will have their mind, freewill, and soul broken without second questions. Any groups who realize that this degree is entirely about threatening, will not be delt with because it would break several, if not most, of common humanity laws, established at the Genoa Convention. Anybody at all who wonders where the 6 men, or the cat and lunatic, or where the island is, will be incenerated, along with anything in a 15 foot circle around them.
All those who do not acknowledge the limited, if not non-existent power of these degrees, will be slapped with a wet noodle. All those who do ancholledge the degrees but fail to obey them will be attacked by rabid Great Danes. Those who fail to comply with the demands hereby sought after by these great degrees will have their brain replaced with a computer chip, and will so fall under the command of the lunatic. Not the cat. Those who do comply with the demands besought after by these degrees will be awarded nothing, as you are expected, not asked, to follow these degrees.
Said Goodbye to his moma As he left south dakota To fight for the Red, White and Blue He was 19 and green with a new M16 Just doin what he had to do
He was dropped in the jungle Where the choppers would Rumble With the smell of Napalm in the air Then the sergeant said, Look up ahead
Bullets whizzed through the air as the Leader of B company sheltered behind a fallen log with his radio operator. He had been tasked with reliving C company, who was charged with taking Hill 65, and it was clear that a large amount of VietCong were resisting him.
Screams sliced through the air like a knife through butter, but they had no effect on the stoic commander. The 'whup, whup, whup' of Hewies could be heard somewhere, but none were seen. His radio man roared out...
"Hill 65, Combat Zone D..." The Radio Man continued calling out the cordinates to the Fire Base.
PLAF Commanders, Hill 65
The Distant Boom of artillery could be heard, and the PLAF Regiment Commander stood, watching the fighting taking place all around him. HE had little time to react, and he would be annilated by the barrage. Sighing, he gave the new orders.
"...Tell the men to move up"
He did not mean advance, or take positions further ahead. No, this was a mass movement forward, A Charge? No, but it should have been. He was to kill two birds with one stone, he would attempt to outflank the Americans by moving up on their flanks. It would also allow his men to move away from the Artillery Courdinates, and make the barrage ineffective...
Like a dark, evil cloud 1,200 came down on him and 29 more. They fought for their lives But most of them died In the 173rd Airborne.
Fierce, hand-to-hand fighting broke out. Medic Lawerence Joel moved up to get the slumped figre by an MG. HE crawled over, as puffs of dirt kicked up around him.
The wounded soilder had been hit in the thigh, and was bleeding profusly. Arterial Damage. He looked up just as Joel neared him, and his voice was barley heard by Joel over the din of the battle.
"... Dont let me die Lawrence... Dont let 'em get me..." His eyes darted around quiclky, and his head tilted back.
On the 8th of November, The angels were crying As they carried his brothers away. With the fire raining down And the Hell all around There were few men left standing that day. Saw the eagle fly, Through a clear, blue sky 1965, the 8th of November The Machine Gunner lost concioness, and was one of the few evacuated as the PLAF troops disengaged. He was lifted out, and made it back State-Side.
"On November 8th 1965, the 173rd Airborne Brigade on "Operation Hump", war zone "D" in Vietnam, were ambushed by over 1200 VC. 48 American soldiers lost their lives that day. Severely wounded and risking his own life, Lawrence Joel, a medic, was the first living black man since the Spanish-American War to receive the United States Medal of Honor for saving so many lives in the midst of battle that day..."
Fin --- Mediocre short for the 'Short Story Contest'. Reeks, doesnt it?
A car pulled up the drive, crunching the gravel as it did. The driver-side window rolled down, and a stark white face could be seen, staring out the interior. After a few spoken words to a man near by, the window rolled up. The driver went to the house that lay beyond the drive.
All this was watched by a man, a few hundred yards away, atop a hill.
He crawled ever so slowly down the hill, from his hiding spot on the premisise. He took his time, taking care to avoid detection. He took diagnol courses, contstanly changing direction, to alude detection. Burned out cigerettes and stale beer, still laying in their cans, were scatterec about. Obviously left by some bygotten guard, careless after a long night.
He took care to pass quickly over these spots; they showed where the guards frequented.
Soon, he came upon his goal; a scraggly line of bushes adorned by crumbling, lichen covered boulders over looking the property. It was a fair place, with well-manucured lawns, a pond, and a large porch overlooking it all. The moor, where the Sniper was currently, flanked the manor, giving a good view the house, and being able to see down the legnth of it.
Setting himself up inbetween the larger of the boulders and one of the thorn bushes, he began his work.
He calculated wind and distance, gravity and aerodynamics. Anything and everything that could be put into the equation he made a scenario for. If the target came to the second story window? Covered. The porch? Bingo. The pond?
Soon, he was ready. He began waiting. And waiting, and waiting. This was what a sniper ussualy did, wait. He focused soley down his scope, forbidding hisself to be distracted by his pay, or family, he focused only on his mission.
After a few hours of waiting, he knew something was up. Something stirred deep inside him, but it eluded his attempts to seek it. It was familliar, yet entirely alien to him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but...
The sound of a hand gun being cocked came from behind him. He didnt bother turning over to see his killer. A sole shot rang out, but was barely audible beyond the hill; the work, of a silencer.
The dead snipers assailant turned him over, the shock only ever reaching his eyes, never spreading to his stoic face.
