Writers Harbor

Author: Legion

  • Epic

    Epic Everyone’s life is a story. Some are told within a word or a sentence. Some through many a paragraph. But the only time we seem to pay much mind to their epic is through their epitaph. Legion 22DEC10

  • Period

    Period Comma, I have given pause to you within this life and have contemplated, nay, Questioned this mark I have made upon this world that continues its Exclamation, its point, in which I find no comfort, nor comfirmation and thus end, not within this single moment, but within nothing more than this Period. Legion 07NOV08

  • Epoch of Mass Deletion

    Epoch of Mass Deletion Syllables graze Upon the page Amongst similes And metaphors alike As onomatopoeia buzzes about, Alliterating thought, Unaware of the coming plight. Verbage soars Through the sonnet fields Seeking shelter From the nature Of haiku, Its story, once upon a time, Dwelt within poetic flight. Wisdom roams, Adjectively defined, While hunting punctuation…

  • Ode to a Bug

    Ode to a Bug Poor bug Drowned. At the bottom It was found. A short life Shorter made In this glass Of lemonade. I wondered of its dying thoughts Or if it truly thinks. Wish I’d found it sooner, Before I’d finished my drink. Legion 12APR08

  • When Gods Come Calling

    When Gods Come Calling “Of all the fucking luck! “, cursed the alcoholic through exhausted breath as he stared up at the two figures impaled at various angles upon the old wrought-iron fence that surrounded the abandoned cathedral. Both squirming to free themselves unsuccessfully and both screeching and howling like a cat with a lit…

  • Death of an Immortal

    Death of an Immortal Surrounded by this flood of blood, Encompassing what I have become. Baptized and bedamned, this fetid tide. I, fetus, flushed with finality. Delivered from womb to the tomb I have lived this miniscule undeath, For if one is not born, can one die? An infant captured in infinity. Legion 22AUG08

  • Wielding the Weapon of Mass Destruction

    Wielding the Weapon of Mass Destruction The point of this weapon, So precise, When wielded by warmongers Pierces relativity With its rhetoric. Innuendo incapacitates That which was deemed Incorruptible. Out of fallacy, Foolishness fabricates truth. Spewing damnation With deceit Through documentation. Lies lambaste The lexicon of fact. The wounded word Questions the quill’s intention. The…

  • A Glimpse Into the Tail End of an Argument and the Big Bang Theory

    A Glimpse Into the Tail End of an Argument and the Big Bang Theory Legion 22Dec07 His coffee sits on the table cooling through indifference. The cafe is crowded this morning. Probably due to the rain slowly saturating the streets outside. His paper, unfolded, waits for him. He couldn’t care less today. It is probably…

  • Rouge Begins

    Rouge Begins Within the shelled remains, Hanging by a slender thread , Wept a bleeding woman Sherman’s men left for dead. The Yankees’ siege of Good Hope Had turned her town to rubble Causing curses to flow Which called forth a devil. It stared at her beaten form And smirked a demonic grin, “You woke…

  • To Wage A War

    To Wage A War (The siege of Good Hope as told by the drummer, Ezekiel Mann; the last survivor of the Good Hope Volunteers) The distant morning rehearsed its arrival With the glare off the fire that shown in the distance. Sherman’s boys were razing the God-given earth And routing the Grays of Atlanta’s resistance.…