wisdomwalking from creek bedwisdom by spoems
to sacred spring meadow
i know less
save that which is always
nameless red sandstone.
We Failed..But Who Cares?Everything we built has collapsed..We Failed..But Who Cares? by audioscarz
We were everything..
We failed to last..
You broke my heart..
And you think I care..
Look in my chest..
There's nothing there..
If everything was perfect..
Why did you throw it away?
I thought we were forever...
Looks like you couldn't stay..
Holes for EarsI live in fear,Holes for Ears by tigerbar
because I was torn ear to ear.
Or rather my ears were torn off,
after being repeatedly told off.
Or maybe I was told, "I'm off."
It's hard to remember and hard to know,
because I can never hear again.
Unless my ears regrow.
But the holes that are left
left better access to my brain.
Hopefully by seeing straight in there,
I can better diagnose the pain.
But instead I think I see just mush,
thoughts and firing and lots of stuff.
But I don't see love, I don't see sane.
I just see stuff you call my brain.
I wish I could still hear,
but I can still see your smile.
And if they tear out my eyes,
you'll still be smiling for a while.
For as long as I can remember your eyes,
I can remember the brightness in them too.
And as long as I can remember your laugh,
I can remember what it's like when I laughed too.
So even if can't hear or see,
can I please keep all the memories?
The memories of a time much sweeter.
When life was fresh, my world much cleaner.
When I could see, before sig
Golden drips of salvationPowerful you are;Golden drips of salvation by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
Cutting with a razor
The light into my life.
Silence, when beads of gold
drip onto my floor.
and I turn my head up,
but flinch when I see the reflection of life’s truth-
Which conflicts so heavy with my own.
Cyhydedd FerFrom amid the green branches' barkCyhydedd Fer by NathanielFlyingOwl
Comes the song of a meadowlark
Cyhydedd Fer SonnetClouds blocking out the stars and moonCyhydedd Fer Sonnet by NathanielFlyingOwl
I wonder if dawn will come soon
As each day grows ever tougher
It seems I can only suffer
Darkness dominates the hour
And I pray for spirit power
In pain I gaze upon the skies
Longing so much to become wise
Trying to keep my heart alive
To see God above do I strive
What strength would He want to give me
In the face of my destiny?
How can I survive in the black
When honest hope is what I look?
no angel climbs downI entered that star-forsaken cityno angel climbs down by Serendiipitii
ruins, columns and coliseums lay at my toes
barely there, like the tide and the sea,
the rich buried to the left,
my people burning on the right.
where were you when we needed you,
our hour of egregious horror gutted us like mackerel
splayed and flayed on the stone
while the infamous crowed their wins,
our losses entrenched in the devil's eyes
the prayers we obediently sent
on the mornings of our holy days,
were they falling on deaf ears, while the rich
gathered our alms to their betters?
it was a lie, for no angel climbs down into hell
to bring forth the rapture;
we have succumbed to the ill love
misguided like beheaded sheep,
and now we lay like animals in the filth
to mourn our losses, and hope the creator,
if they, too, do not lie,
will greet us at the door of life;
or, perhaps in truer fashion,
we shall knock the door in
only to be greeted by
the man who sold the world.pounding the pavement of old Havanathe man who sold the world. by Serendiipitii
deep in your cigar and mind
whistling your sinner's song
as the Cathedral inches by your steps;
Rome of the Caribbean,
she crowned you emperor, desolate
and yet decadent in mistakes -
the last one you made still stroked
your ego, or your skin, if you ask
tethered to your hispanic love
of the night, you crush stars
and swallow them whole
while the fog that fills the room
could easily overtake what is left of you,
like the old Queen in the plaza
told you it would, that one day she left you
sitting naked in your sheets
the other side of your life cold.
each light appearing at dusk is a candle
to your burdened soul,
praying upon your lust and anger
always aimed at the world that did you wrong
never dealing you a better hand to play;
did you never stop and think
that you threw your own hand?
that black magic woman seduced you every night
you played against the mafia, barely alive
when your hand came clean.
and when she disappeared for good,
her picture wa
how long is a piece of string?we were tied at the hiphow long is a piece of string? by Serendiipitii
all childhood long
waiting for the next best thing
and never realizing we were it.
all those wonder slumbers,
whispering underneath pillows about
the girl you kissed in the bathroom
while her boyfriend looked for her
or the time you went skinny dipping
at the local lake, with that boy you liked from band
his boyfriend screaming at you from the shore
- I always wondered why he just didn't dive in
those red light district moves you made
always creep into my heart and hands
she used to be me. elusive and illiterate;she used to be me. by Serendiipitii
how do find you?
lost and undiscovered;
where do I chart you?
you'd say that you weren't just some number on a napkin
but where else would I keep you
when the summer roads led me from California to New York
searching for your face one more time?
I kept old albums of your backyard parties,
your birthday sleepovers
your ice cream soirees that went into the morning
and you'd tell me to forget you,
what we leave behindwhat we leave behind by herebewonder
Ramona keeps the things we leave behind: newspapers, old toothbrushes, hair.
I ask why but she doesn't really answer.
"Just in case," she says with a smile.
I'll See You SoonJilal introduced the steel of her sword in front of her with a muttered prayer and struck with full-force against an opposing soldier's blade. They gridlocked and grunted. Their frozen breaths poured out in front of them, and their comrades rushed around them in a similar dance.I'll See You Soon by Asahi-Taichou
She dug deep into her psyche, huffing against the strength of the enemy. Theb. Are you there? A familiar vibration rung through her frame, and she was satisfied. With a cry, Jilal drove her blade down, sliding her steel along the enemy's. She sliced into his hand. His blood stained the white snow as he screamed and fell hard to his knees. He bowed to nurse his wound, and she took her chance. With both hands gripped onto the hilt, she swung the sword and severed his head. Diverting her gaze to a distant mountain range, she adjusted the strings of her Huagan skin cap and gripped to her sword tightly as she slid it back into the scabbard.
She trudged the 40 parsems back to base with the remainder of her army. Afte
Jean-Luc and Joey: Vegetation Domination Ch.8 Back at the goofy little house of Jean-Luc & Joey, the gang sat with some tea, biscuits, and a casual platformer video game being played by Joey as they tried to calm themselves from what had happened while also trying to piece things together. The weather didn’t have any rain, but it was cloudy with a chance of thunder outside. Jean-Luc, the fox with a damaged brain, paced the floor in the hall close to the kitchen so he doesn’t block Joey’s game while attempting to put things together.Jean-Luc and Joey: Vegetation Domination Ch.8 by Mr-Toontastic
“Ok Danny, so explain it to me again of what happened.” Jean-Luc asked his cool, biker friend and gun expert, Danny.
“So, uh… yeah. I walked up to Mel’s house, and the door was wide open, right? Then I walked in and tried to figure out why the place was a wre
Just Another NightJust Another NightJust Another Night by Mugiwara-no-Eli
A dark vapour filled the room. It swirled and twisted, rasping the backs of throats and clawing at eyes.
She stood watching. The words that rang in her ears lost themselves in the loud beat behind. The demons in the smoke leered and filled her ears, filling her mind.
She nodded, it was all she could do. The ringlets bounced on her ears, her cheeks. She ran; there was no time. The smoke swirled filling her eyes as she tripped over the discarded trash thrown carelessly behind the bar. She reached for the bottle.
He sat in the corner, his eyes closed in lazy ease. He filled his lungs from the glowing ember, allowing his breath to escape into the fog, clouding his vision. He didn’t mind. He enjoyed it.
His gaze flickered towards the bar, through the defensive blanket of smoke. Mira. Wasn’t she looking lovely. He pulled the smoke into his body again. Yes. She was stunning tonight.
Malibu. Rum. Sambuca. Absinthe. Words. Dangerous ones at that. Ru
Ode to Founder's LibraryOde To Founder's Library.Ode to Founder's Library by Mugiwara-no-Eli
You're domed roof collects our learned
thoughts as the cloche does a plant's moisture.
The silence you inspire drips down the walls
and makes the sounds of pages the flapping of
the great eagle, the tapped keys a powerful engine
the treading of floorboards a heard of exotic creatures.
Rectangular, a word that describes the whole.
Shelves dominate your walls, sometimes high, sometimes low.
The former, their innards lost, stare balefully down,
cursing the capture of the ladders which had once given them purpose,
now gone for the sake of Health and Safety.
They hate their replacements, looming between desks,
preventing distraction, the giant bodyguards of Sige,
silence incarnate, and servants to Minerva in all her wisdom.
As the sun's bright shadow passes through arched windows
still the desklights shine should the weather prove as fickle as
the contained nature of man in this scholars' womb.
Shall I pass through the heavy wooden amnion like a blinking infant
Don't be so judgmental....You taunt and you tease,Don't be so judgmental.... by Jokerman03
You judge me with ease.
I'm stereotyped and placed,
All judged on my face.
The color and ink on my skin,
Slowly drawing you in.
You don't know me, you don't know my life.
You and your assumptions are causing me strife.
It's my choice to stick a piece of metal in my flesh,
I like it, I'm not going to second guess.
This is my life,
My tale to be told.
And I'm gonna tell the way it is until
I grow grey and old.
To The Death.I may hurt.To The Death. by Jokerman03
I may bleed.
But these are things I do not heed.
I may trip.
I may fall.
But I will always stand tall.
I will win.
I will not fail.
I will fight with tooth and nail.
I may be bruised,
I may be battered.
But I am never beaten.
No matter how much I hurt,
No matter how hard it gets,
I will keep on fighting to the death.
SCP-3802 | Growable KaijuItem #: SCP-3802SCP-3802 | Growable Kaiju by XeruFury
Special Containment Procedures: Both instances of SCP-3802 should be contained in their lowest dense form in a completely empty concrete room. Room should be routinely checked for bug infestations or any other life forms that the subject may possibly feed on. Any personnel handling SCP-3802 should be at least two (2) meters in height and capable of fighting off the SCP-3802 instances in their smallest form. SCP-3802 must be guarded at all times by four (4) Security personnel armed with [EXPUNGED] (see: Amino acid weaponry program) that should in theory destroy huge amounts of SCP-3802 growth enzymes. Research is impossible at this time.
Description: SCP-3802 is a pair of two anomalous aquatic creatures that hold several extraordinary capabilities, including the capacity to survive infinitely on land and, apparently, the ability to grow infinitely instantaneously immediately after consuming raw m
SCP-3998 | Father SlaughterhouseItem #: SCP-3998SCP-3998 | Father Slaughterhouse by XeruFury
Special Containment Procedures: If seen, subject must be sedated immediately as a prisoner of war. SCP-3998, once contained, may be thrown into a normal cell once thoroughly checked for contraband. This cell needs no special adjustments for SCP-3998 except for the requirement that it be as far into the chosen facility as possible. No tests are required to be done on SCP-3998. Any personnel attempting to access Father Slaughterhouse must be a known atheist. Any attempts by SCP-3998 to 'convert' any personnel should be met with solitary confinement for two (2) days. Three (3) Security personnel must manually guard and patrol around SCP-3998's cell at all times; all of these guards must not believe in even the concept of God.
Description: SCP-3998 is known as Father Slaughterhouse, the leader of the Hand of Judgement gang, a known hostile force to SCP. SCP-3998 has orchestrated well over twenty (20) conta
Aftertale: The Story after UndertaleAftertale: The Story after Undertale by R3dArkang3l
This is a plot layout of the after story of Undertale.
I really need the help of other people please
-Why call it Aftertale? So many Fanfics called Aftertale.
* I am well aware of that but some of them have been short and not good ones that I have read, confusing ones and not so romantic ones. So I am stepping up to the plate and taking it by the horns.
+This takes place after all the monsters were free from underground. This will be mostly based around 10-11 years later.
*Read it an you will find out.~
-How big is the city? Tell use about it.
*There are some tall buildings. Not skyscraper sixe but close. There’s also a huge bridge for cars and people to walk on. Also there is a beach on the edge of the city.
-Are humans and monsters at peace with each other?
*When they first emerged, no. After quite a few years, yes, there are some people who are still ignorant about living with monsters. Some humans try to cause trouble
The Serpent and the HareThe Serpent and the Hare by FireEmber345
A long time ago, away from the wild, in a rabbit farm, there was a mother rabbit and her five children. She was so delighted when her kittens were born many months ago. It brought life back into her world. She hasn't been the same after her mate's demise. When he defended the rabbits from a dangerous adversary.
It was a dark hazel snake called 'Dragon.' He entered this land for a hunger for hare meat. Her mate did not let him get inside. As a price, he died from the venom when he was bitten and was dragged away. She remembered screaming for her lost love and the snake stopped, turned to her, then disappeared into the brush, with her love.
Now it was up to her to protect her babies. As it was said before, there were five young kittens she gave birth to. There were two brown ones, two speckled and one pure white one. The white one was the only girl in the group and seemed to be the most curious out of all her children. She had named her sons Floppy, Fluffy, Fuzzy, and Furry.
As for her d
WandererQuiet streetlightsWanderer by Monocephalized
Dim in hindsights
Just to pass on their ways
And the night who is sleeping about me
From the high place
Where the gold rays
Never touch or give joy
Will I watch and be thankful to see
I have been wanderer, researcher
I have been ill of my time
Yet for these day cycles, I will find
More than is merit, and more than is mine
Just the small things
Shards and slidings
Off the back of cold stone
Like a gem with its flaws all in sun glow
Through my cracked eyes
Aged past surprise
But I still enjoy so
For the song in my heart may still blow
I have been burier, worrier
I have been lost for so long
Yet for these day cycles, I am content
That where I am now is not wrong
For I have been wanderer many a life
That one would call short and unsure
I hide in the slip of a cruel irony
With nothing like so much ice water
All their kindness
Slight and sightless
Mixed and muddled it is
Like the tears in an ocean fast running
Hands for poor tools
Empty thread spools
Cast aside with my fat
Succeeding Where People Told Me it Was Impossible Many people will tell you something is impossible and that you shouldn’t even try. It's a message that many of use have heard for most of our lives and have taken to heart. It's a message that many of us have allowed to define who we are as a person. I am here to tell you don’t have allow that to define you. It is possible to succeed when other think its impossible. Even if those people are professional individuals, telling you that they can still be wrong. Depending on your drive and commitment, you can do anything.Succeeding Where People Told Me it Was Impossible by ExcaliburBlade
I am one of those people that was told I would never graduate high school. Specialist in early childhood development repeatedly told my parent how unlikely it would be that I would have the mental capacity to be successful in a normal school setting. I was speech delayed, had ADHD, dyslexia, and other learning disabilities that made even the most well-informed specialist doubt my mental capacities. Ma
Lack LusterLack LusterLack Luster by Mugiwara-no-Eli
I hate being in my early twenties.
You’re not clever enough, not old enough, not experienced enough to gain the experience you want to get a job. Hell, most internships need 3 years’ experience of interning. So you can’t get the experience you need to go ahead and make something of yourself. Forget jobs. The J-word no longer exists for you. It’s a speck of light that might get bigger once you hit thirty. But I’m twenty four. I’ve proven myself time and again in student jobs, internships, paid and unpaid. What do I need to do? Where did my friends and family members sell their souls to get ahead to the places they have reached? What game did they play? Did they cheat? Should I have been a worse person and cheated my way through life? Or do I just wait for thirty?
My current internship is coming to an end. It looms before my eyes like the great maw of Nothing, coming ever closer, faster some weeks, slower others. Its great fangs of u
Farewell ForeverHey,Farewell Forever by ecapatar
So I am going to make something plain and simple to you right here and now.
I am not going my way to make conversation with you anymore.
Because so many times it has come to my attention that you do not care what I say. Now, it is my turn to return the favor.
If this isn’t what you want, fine. Prove to me the way I have been treated will change my newly established ways.
Or if it is simply me who is your problem, farewell forever.
Make BelieveDearest friend,Make Believe by ecapatar
I was wondering if you would like to play a game of pretend with me. You could be the pretty Barbie doll and I could be the Ken doll. Together, we could hold hands and feel our make believe love through our plastic skin. Not only would we be perfect in every way, everything would be.
We would own a Dream House with flowers up front which would never die as well as a shiny convertible up front. We would have everything we ever wanted. Life would finally be simple as we sit inside our pink-walled home (your favorite color) as we would on the cushioned sofa watching the never changing television screen. At last it would just be you and me with our painted on smiles and designer clothes, incapable of moving away from each other.
FeelLet's not think about it.Feel by Katven7
There are certain things out there that shouldn't be questioned, not because it's certain but because there's no way that we could ever know the truth so we just assume the existence of a fact, that can neither be proven wrong nor right.
But is it the right thing to do ?
Just think about it.
Do you think it's better to label such things as "unknown" in the hope that someone will just show up one day to save us the trouble of figuring it out? Or is it wiser to give up all hope, assume that it's just nature by compiling "scientific" facts that are based on mere personal opinions, to focus on discovering things that are actually "discover-able".
The thought of knowing that, somewhere out there, there's something that we will never reach, something so dark and deep but more importantly; unknown.
The fear of the unknown, is basically just fearing that there's something out there.
Something so big, so complicated and deep, that the simple human brain can'
The Why and How of Character Development.People make a huge deal about grammar in regards to writing. It is true that you do need to possess an in-depth knowledge of proper grammar in order to write well, however, the mundane details of writing have a tendency to overshadow story development. Not always. A focus on the mundane can overshadow the creative, but the opposite is also true. Often, a beginning writer becomes bogged down in one or the other. They are either desperately trying to appear professional so as to be taken seriously, or, they are doing everything in their power to be as expressive and imaginative as possible. Let us focus on the latter. The creativity.The Why and How of Character Development. by RibsJr
It will surely sound as if I am a dream or creativity killer by saying this, but having structure to creativity can actually help a great deal in the process. I know, I know. To many, discovery writing is an interesting exercise when note taking at the beginning of a story, and it often can be extremely p
Irish Gaelic terms of endearmentFor friends, loved ones and lovers.Irish Gaelic terms of endearment by Fionn-the-Bard
❥ A chara: friend. In Irish, one of the most basic terms used in everything, from formal letter salutations to greeting cards.
❥ A mhac: literally means “son”, but is used where an English speaker might say “mate” or “dude”.
❥ Mo stór, mo stóirín: Literally “my treasure”, "my little treasure".
❥ Mo thaisce: Also “my treasure”.
❥ Mo leanbh: Literally “my child”. (special note: this one often gets transcribed as “alanna” in Irish songs).
❥ A chara mo chléibh: My bosom friend.
A Writer's Journal: Catachresis“The slow leaves recall a child who gravelyA Writer's Journal: Catachresis by Frank-Jaspers
Dreams vague things he cannot understand.”
Jorge Luis Borges
Catachresis, also called an implied metaphor, is the twisting of a word from its proper application to an improper one.
More specifically, we may define four basic types of misapplication:
Stretching the meaning of a word or phrase to its limits.
Replacing an easily understood word with an ambiguous synonym.
Replacing an expected word with a half rhyming word.
Using an incorrect word when there is no suitable word available.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Shakespeare
Tis deepest winter in Lord Timon’s purse. Shakespeare
… take arms against a sea of troubles. Shakespeare
The voice of your eyes is deeper
A Writer's Journal: HypallageBut, in truth, I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking.A Writer's Journal: Hypallage by Frank-Jaspers
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Acrid love has swollen me with intoxicating torpor.
O let my keel burst! O let me go into the sea!
Hypallage (also called ‘transferred epithet’) is the transfer of an adjective from one noun to another in a sentence. For example, ‘the insane man must have eaten a mushroom’ uses ‘insane’ to correctly describe the man. However, if we were to say ‘the man must have eaten an insane mushroom’ it would be an example of hypallage.
The best creative use of the device comes when an unexpected connection can be derived from it. In particular, a person’s feelings or actions can be connected to nature or to inanimate objects in a brief, energetic sentence without resorting to metaphor or personification. Example 3, below, demonstrates this.
Transformers Prime: Dawn of the Dinobots part 1In the deep reaches of outer space, a spaceship could be seen shooting through the stars to its intended target. The planet Earth. Within the ship, a tall, red and white robot with protrusions that looked wings sticking out of his back was working furiously at the controls.Transformers Prime: Dawn of the Dinobots part 1 by FriendoftheDoctor
"We'll be nearing Earth soon, Grimlock." He called to someone behind him.
"Good work, Swoop. Me, Grimlock, thought we never make it." A deep voice replied to the one called Swoop.
"Do you think Optimus will help us?"
"If not, me make him help us. He risk life to save soldiers before. Not see why he not now."
The one called Swoop nodded. Long had he become used to his leader's way of speech. And it did nothing to change the respect and admiration Swoop had for his leader. But they needed Optimus' help if they were to
Grimlock could sense Swoop's concern. "We rescue them, Swoop," He reassured his friend. "You see. We get Optimus, then we get others back."
Swoop nodded again but it didn't do much to boost his con
Bookman's CrusadeTo write is to delveBookman's Crusade by Jack-Gow
Deeply into your soul,
With a pen as the helve
That makes you whole.
Is to delight,
Filling the night
With glorious light
Finding words to excite
Despite those contrite
Outright blights who fight
And spite the sight of might.
For no knight
To recite and ignite
The backbiting benight.
To write is to invite
The world to right.
To write is to mellow
Saying what you must
So you can love each fellow
Until you are dust.
World FusionIn a very old city,World Fusion by LadyLouve
Made of dusk and dust,
Lived a man, kind and bitty,
That played a violin with disgust:
Iii, Iii, Iii, Iii
"Everyone plays a violin
And I am so upset
I am so very tired!
Something new must I set!"
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
He found a plane
He got a ride
And so the bitty man said
"New music I'm goin' to find!"
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
He got to a new land,
Made of sun and gold
And there within the sand
He heard a different sound
"Boom Da Boom Da Boom"
"Who is there, making that noise?
Sounds like elephants passing by!
Please come with me, please enjoy
As we travel, as we fly!"
Iii Boom Da Boom Iii
They played together,
To a new land
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
Suddenly they heard
A terrifying sound!
From the depths of Earth
Came a powerful howl!
"What may this be?
It's so natural, so strong
We certainly agree
To invite the player to join our song!"
Iii Boom Da Boom Wooooh Da Boom
And so this new player,
Surprised but happy,
Joined the travelers
HopeHere is a world that vexes us soHope by SAASANTMTHEE
It's cold and it's lonely and refuses to grow
And as darkness hangs over there's just one thing to know
And that's hope
Here is a people that now looks away
So introverted are they that the living could not stay
They're all so divided and despised for what they say
And it's saddening to know that this is the world today
But just that one thing is all it takes to keep anguish at bay
And that's hope
Here is a community with closed eyes
That has become so blinded that it can just despise
All that vehemence is directed unto the social ties
Despite how many just want to lift the veil from the lies
Or wipe away the blanket that has covered us our entire lives
Clean the slate of an oppression that's taken us by surprise
There's nothing surprising those who've lost their gaze
For in this short time, counted not in years but in a daze
So many choose to live for themselves outside the rotting haze
But realise that this is just the first to lead the phase
Milling Golden RiceGolden rice could save a million lives in third world countries,Milling Golden Rice by badspoon
But we aren't sure if GM crops are ethical
We know the AIDS virus kills people without discrimination,
But we allow a Church leader to say condoms are sinful
We watch on the news as people die in natural disasters
Then turn off the news, it's depressing.
This piece does not contain a poetic sense of right and wrong
Today I asked my father 'What is the worst thing you've ever seen?'
to which he replied 'Women being raped while being fed into saw mills in Bosnia'
and that, dear poets and dear judges, is why we need world fusion,
to mill golden rice.
FireWe are stuck in a dark hole.Fire by Strong-suit
It is deep
it is filled with loneliness
it is empty.
This is our brain without inspiration.
But when an idea is pondered upon,
it is like striking a match to dry wood;
everything becomes en-flamed with its furious being.
It consumes, it swallows a mind whole,
but we like it.
Although sometimes we become hurt by its power,
we are given the power to spread its light to others.
This idea has the fighting strength to crush an empire,
the will to destroy a man
the audacity to seduce a lover
the knowledge to teach others
and the power to inspire
and spread this flame to others.
We, we the scribes and
the writers and
the journalists and
the poets have the power to control these flames
to record them
and manipulate them into
a manuscript that is praised throughout the centuries,
a letter that fuses world powers together
a poem that makes two into one
and a telegram that causes unrest.
We bring many together for a common cause,
and can tear them apa
les Racines de l'AmourOh, oui ma chèreles Racines de l'Amour by ForestoFairies
avec rouges fleurs
je vais gagner ton coeur.
Tu vas aimer cette couleur
parce qu'avec mon sang
j'ai combattu leur paleur.
gothicaDum solus per silvam vagabar,gothica by ForestoFairies
in profundas cogitationes intentus,
pulchram puellam apparuit
- improvisus fuit suum adventum -
"Quid prodest tibi cogitare
si cras perieris?" Dicendo.
Dēinde in vulpem vertit
et fugit velocior quam ventum.
Nachts am WasserSie saß am Fluss, lauschend auf das Wasser, dass die Steine umspülte. Sie war allein. Wartete.Nachts am Wasser by LeonieHawke
Sie nahm das Rauschen des Wassers in sich auf. Es war unruhig, stürmisch, stetig in Bewegung. Wie sie.
An diesem Ort fühlte sie sich sicher, beinahe geborgen. Sie war allein in dieser fremden Stadt, doch an diesem Ort hatte sie Gesellschaft gehabt. Eine freundlich gesonnene Gesellschaft. Sie hatte jeden Augenblick genossen.
Doch nun war sie allein, ohne diese Gesellschaft.
Würde es so bleiben?
Ihr Herz war voller Hoffnung, doch diese Hoffnung war trügerisch und würde sicherlich enttäuscht werden, dennoch schaffte sie es nicht, sie zu unterbinden.
Wieder konzentrierte sie sich auf das Wasser. Sie liebte es aber sie wusste nicht wieso. Ebenso wie sie diese eine Gesellschaft liebte, doch auch da, wusste sie nicht wieso.
Sonic Curse Kapitel 11 (Vorschau)In Soras Obhut (Spezialkapitel)Sonic Curse Kapitel 11 (Vorschau) by RubintheHorse
Es war bereits dunkel, als Sora mit dem schlafenden Reflect in ihrer Heimatwelt Akurio ankam. Adermillionen Sterne glitzerten am Fundament auf und obwohl die Füchsin schon eine Menge von ihnen besucht hatte, gab es noch unzählbar viele für sie zu erkunden. Jeder Planet hatte sein ganz individuelles Aussehen und Bewohner. Sie war schon von einigen sehr begeistert gewesen, doch auf der Erde und Sonics Heimatplaneten wurde sie am häufigsten gebraucht. Vor allem die Menschen machten sich so viele unnötige Probleme, die Bewohner anderer Welten nicht einmal für wichtig empfunden hätten. Aber gerade deswegen fand Sora sie auch so interessant.
Schon bald erreichte sie den ihr vertrauten steinernen Weg zu ihrem Elternhaus. Sie wusste gar nicht, wie lange es eigentlich her war, dass sie ihre Familie zuletzt gesehen hatte. Die Zeit verging einfach zu schnell. Vor dem Haus befand sich ein gepflegter Garten mit mehreren Blumenbeeten
Dear Future Lover IIDear Future Lover,Dear Future Lover II by MysticFay
You will see the sun in me when no else can
And feel warmth in my laughter, the heat of us together
You might want me to kiss you and forget, don’t worry
(I’m good at that)
Breathe into my lips, I’ll exhale your escape
But if you find, you want to know me more
That you want to waste your precious time
Being less a lover and more a friend
I won’t know what to say, I won’t know what to do
If you look too closely, you will see the fear in my eyes
And hear the dull thud of my heart
And my shrill intake of breath
If you reach out and touch me unguarded
You’ll cut yourself on my jagged edges
I could hurt you, then bathe you in anxious tears
You will see the ugliest parts of me expressed by the scars on my skin
And the worry lines around my sleepless eyes
And how my teeth have clenched themselves to bits
You could be carried away in my rolling seas
For the sun you saw in m
Under a spreading chestnut treeAcross the ages of history, I loved you and you loved me,Under a spreading chestnut tree by letmechooseaname
Through pain and agony, we endured and became free,
Seasons passed and suddenly, my sad life turned into a melody,
Peace never lasts in history, my cup was full but now it's empty,
After many casualties, everything fell in misery,
You didn't see the best in me, you stole my heart and destroyed me...
"Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me"
The painter of sun-crossed womenThe painter of sun-crossed womenThe painter of sun-crossed women by Rafarocs
was finally brought home yesterday.
He was like the moonlight,
with his long gray hair
with his silver beard of dust and soot.
He was never loved as a person
only as moonlight,
only as solitude.
And he worshipped no one,
though he often spoke of love
within his paintings.
It was raining
at the hour of his last farewell.
He exhaled his stamp of cancer in the canvas,
and his watercolor puddles dimmed
The painter of sun-crossed women
finished his last sketch in desperation
and he left his paintings
to whoever had the walls
to hold them up.
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