u/vivacaligula791

In the basement of a 120 year old building

Everyone watches the red cloud flow over us on thier phones

Bedding and water sit on a smooth floor

and leans against brick with rounded edges

fingerprints from the brick maker still pressed in the clay 

Water seeps down from the cracks in the mount of the egress window

and cleans out dust that had settled there in 1900. 

It reeks of chlorine. 

The power lines snap and the whole town went dark

So many trees break apart, that the roads became rainforests

Fractured sidewalks became pools

The tornado stripped them of bark and hurled them to the ground

All air outside smells like cedar and pine

like a candle besides the bath 

Shreds of white pulp look as fresh as sliced fruit

It's the raw life essence of a dying tree 

A chainsaw blade gurgles  

We pull from the road what we can before the rains drown the brick streets again

and then we camp in the dark lit by battery lamps.

Thank You. 

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1thshp3/just_cause_dismissal/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1thxnhx/white_page/

Hridmadra Slays Sir Baldwin

I practice drawing, I'm no professional, I just wanted to try to capture the mood of ruins, fallen knights, and loneliness.

He broke every oath an knight can take and still thinks he's the only one who kept it. Would You follow him?

I was working a story where a ressurected hero ends up finding a palace full of computers. The concept of advanced technology isn't foriegn to him, but he's never actually encountered it himself. The computers end up changing how he sees his role in the world, and changes how he sees human freedom.

I was wondering if any other fantasy stories have explored this?

This is about how instiutions interfere with natural healing.

There is a magic plant that will ease the suffering of the innocent. 

A doctor can't prescribe it. 

A farmer can't grow it. 

Yet it is all over. 

Against the toxic chemicals used to kill it. 

Just like a fatal ash that is caused by the chemicals gloom that rises in the morning

and blows into your windows when the wind is right. 

If one person suffers because it is forbidden

then it is the tyrants who wear the torturer's black hood 

by leaving them in a bed of spikes 

like some wounded civil war soldier crawling to the shade 

where the skies are vast but the towns are miniscule 

Where sirens ring from the town over

Where agonized victims remember the faces of those who abandoned them

They are the ghosts of the plains that haunt us!

Thank you.

There is a magic plant that will ease the suffering of the innocent. 

A doctor can't prescribe it. 

A farmer can't grow it. 

Yet it is all over. 

Against the toxic chemicals used to kill it. 

Just like a fatal ash that is caused by the chemical gloom that rises in the morning

and blows into your windows when the wind is right. 

If one person suffers because it is forbidden

then it is the tyrants who wear the torturer's black hood 

by leaving them in a bed of spikes 

like some wounded civil war soldier crawling to the shade 

where the skies are vast but the towns are miniscule 

Where sirens ring from the town over

Where agonized victims remember the faces of those who abandoned them

They are the ghosts of the plains that haunt us!

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Thank you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t7v9bt/how_to_kill_a_lake/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1t7hzk9/i_will_be_a_salesman/

I've been stuck on thisboss for a while now. It's taken me so many tries that I figure it might be worth it just to start over, but I have already invested so much time in my confidants. I feel like the player has to perform perfectly against this boss, and if they mess up even once, it's over. It's agrivating but I do really like this game. How are people winning this?

I walk with you on the Moon

I want the clouds to touch it so that you will look more beauitiful in the light

I want it's palaces to envelope us so that we may live in this moment forever

I wish we could howl.

The night is haunted by a spectre called the Moon

It is a guardian that sheilds us from the flying stars sent by Mars to kill us

It is the walker of the ocean who pulls the tide by its leash 

It's not a planet, but a bell that used to be a part of the Earth 

It broke away to be the warden of its own worldspace.

Tyrants and the eternal kings have claimed it for themselves

It's love is equal to the stars

and greater than the Moon 

Its love is a gravity that pulls the moon like a silver wagon 

It's light is the surface compounded with mirror dust

It's craters are the ramps of a cosmic skatepark

It's gravity is soft like a basketball player in hangtime

Bring me there

Marshall Moon

You are the captain of the ship that drives the tide 

You are the love that unites the world

and fixes our eyes on your mightiest creation

I take my helmet off

It's cold leaves white scabs on my neck.

My lungs fill with black air.

The glass from the helmet breaks

and I crawl out from the manhole cover.

How nice it would be to be a face on the Moon

Or to find a new color there

For us, let it not die forever. 

That moment we shared under the moon in a hostile land.

Starved, hunted, we were led by the hunter's light. 

A Full Moon.

Thank you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1szfkpa/ive_always_sucked_at_this_so_i_try_and_try_again/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1sze8ec/the_root/