Featured33
Sophia by Lord-Karsus, literature
Literature
Sophia
She is my blessing
She is my curse
A dualistic stigmata that sets me apart.
Like a big fish in a small pond
I am stunted
Limited in growth and movement
In what I can and can not do
But I would never trade it away
Despite the difficulties she hands me, for
Cutting off the wings of an angel
Is a most heinous of crimes
The wolf who runs against the grain of the pack
May find himself alone; stranded; isolated
But, he has the satisfaction that he plodded on
On his own volition
And did not blindly follow the consensus of the majority
Brooklyn by Lord-Karsus, literature
Literature
Brooklyn
The ghosts of ages past
Clash with silent regression
Existing concurrently on separate wavelengths
A contracting dualistic nature
That both defines and unravels her
Fùtbol and reggaetón
Reign now on Sandy's lot
The latter a name with no meaning
Аптека and borshch
In the shadow of the Q
Converted by the kabob, a slowly dying breed
86th Street and Avenue U
Cannot stand in the face of human waves
Ay! Oh! Fugheddaboudit
The 50's flight to Lawn Guyland
Left Bed-Sty, Flatbush, Crown Heights, and others
With any set identity, in and of itself a badge of multiculturalism
Yet, as the world
The Illusion of Life by Lord-Karsus, literature
Literature
The Illusion of Life
Life is a carcinogen
Every moment leading towards oblivion
Down the road leading to death we head
A cancer of tales and places, people and things
Growing on the Self
Remove the tumor
Remove the cancer
Remove the disease
Release the Self.
When we lose ourselves, we gain the Self
Through the Self, we truly become
Finally begot, we are
And only then can we be
Thoughts Who Haunt The Night by Lord-Karsus, literature
Literature
Thoughts Who Haunt The Night
Who are these thoughts
that haunt me at night,
using sickly sweet words
to preach the nihilistic gospel
of steel meeting flesh?
Are they constructs
manufactured by the artificial moods
that claimed many a life
of the past masters?
Or is it really me
tired of an existence mired in disappointment
a once bright star dimmed
now nothing more than a celestial afterthought?
No Title: Chapter One by Lord-Karsus, literature
Literature
No Title: Chapter One
Phaerûn gazed out the window of his quarters, out at the dark horizon, the sun not even in the sky yet. All he could see was darkness in the distance, save the occasional star in the sky, torch in the town and large conglomeration of light that marked the Black 300 in the distance. The Black 300 were a large mercenary group-a virtual army-that had been called in to aid in the city against the large orc army that had literally fought its way to the gates of the castle itself.
Phaerûn himself had come to his city’s aid when the Orc hoards had come to siege Castle Blaze. He was no warrior, but he had other talents. Although he
