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?
moiety we will collide, all of us,moiety by Serendiipitii
in the mason jar of the universe,
surrounded by the efflorescence stars
and the effluent call of the soul
the very marrow of your bones telling you stories
of when you were a child, long ago, in a far away place
you would run the fields, fly with the kites;
my grand piano the winds are howlingmy grand piano by Serendiipitii
but I'll stay here
and play my grand piano;
the frost gathers on the panes
and the cold edges into my marrow
but I will stay here and continue
to play my grand piano -
and when the sheet music is done
and the snow has drifted against my door
The Meaning of Bearing LifeThe Meaning of Bearing Life by spoems
may not last.
is impractical to
continue to evolve and become
internal hardening and
the effects of
fatigue, going further
can be called
Life is the
life of bearing before it fails;
the so-called life
Life should peak,
oscillate, or remain
known or calculable external forces
or inertia. When
ignore deformations in the
and act on a bearing, on a
for only light
patriarch your legacy still stretches out,patriarch by Serendiipitii
far and wide through the plains of Elysian
rampant and overflowing with light, you watch us now
fleet in laughter, quick in wit
how we long to hear your voice once more
strumming our hearts until you are true
old and gray;
mother bears her burden well,
Blue Bonnets, Part II Sam, alone despite all his good works and honest aspirations, spiraled into comatose depression, relieved only by the steady puff-puff of his Camel cigarettes. His teeth yellowed and browned like sere Autumn leaves. The jaded ashtrays were filled with self-loathing. There was no one for him to talk to. So, occasionally, he would murmur to himself or exhale a heavy sigh or think about his walk through the afterlife. He struggled for an interpretation; he could never convince himself that it was only a dream.Blue Bonnets, Part II by Frank-Jaspers
Sam's Vision of the Afterlife:
There was a blast of scintillating starlight, and then a doorway. Not a heavenly doorway, but a commonplace one like that found in any ordinary office building. Sam opened it without trepidation and walked in with a sense of magnetic invitation. There was a flight of stairs, so he took it. He came to another door. A sign on the door read: 'Afterlife Productions.' Everythin
PMD The Warriors of LightChapters Two: Fresh New StartPMD The Warriors of Light by Leafysnivy
It is a nice hot summers day way better than yesterdays weather as the sun brightly shines brighter every passing second, the sun is still raising from the east early in the morning, more Pokemon seem active as many things could be heard like conversations rustling and cries for help, flocks of Swanna fly soaring through the skies high in the air and many Rattats ran about searching for new homes roaming about the place, nearly no clouds could be spotted but the one off every so often, Daisy and the family are wide awake but Jason as he was still sleeping.
"Morning everyone" Daisy brightly said in a cheerful manner."Great day today don't you think?" Yawning as she stretched he limbs.
"Good morning to you" replied the family.
"Hey sis, what you going to today?" Leavine asked."Any plans? Daisy felt a bit hungry.
"Well I do have one idea but It's simple, picking some apples and one for Jason" Daisy smiled as so did the family."Can I go to the lake to pi
Help Me Forget Him Chapter 1 Daniel Bennett was a remarkably handsome man with a long torso, skinny hips, and a frame that wasn’t too lanky but also wasn’t too muscular. His firm, stubble-coated jaw and his slightly-convex nose was very much appealing to his wife, Phoebe. With his short brown hair parted to the left and slicked back, he could look professional, while if he parted it to right and left it to fall where it pleased, he could look friendly and charming. He usually used the latter to his advantage. He was also patient. It took a lot to make him angry.Help Me Forget Him Chapter 1 by TeacupBiscuits
All idealisms aside, Bennett was still a boring man, and also rather lonesome. During his evenings, he did nothing special. He didn’t go outside much unless he had a specific reason, and his only friend was Phoebe. He had an affinity for chemistry and physics, the latter of which he yearned to teach, but he had just recently signed himself up for a job teach
Skin Jumper: Episode 3, Ultraviolet TattooSkin Jumper: Episode 3, Ultraviolet Tattoo by Frank-Jaspers
Rasko listens to a cacophony of raucous voices, unable to discern what anyone is saying. It smells like a basement —musty, moldy, rancid. Opening his eyes, he sees distinct, parallel streams of light, alive with agitated dust, breaking through a wall of windows above his head. Further up, a high ceiling of wooden arches. He props himself up to look over the room. There are three lanes of sickbeds, two lanes running horizontally along the walls and one jammed through the center. It’s Khowa Hospital, located near the center of the city about two hours walking distance from the ports. Rasko is housed in the poor man's hospital, a series of medical facilities that treat the indigent, the mentally ill and the incarcerated. It has earned the name ‘the tool shed’ for its ghastly amputations and brutal surgeries.
Rasko rubs his hand over dried blood and a bandaged wound. He feels filthy and can
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.
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 mates 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 da
OTP Prompt |Prom?| Modern AU JayDoriWarning: BoyXboy, don't like, don't readOTP Prompt |Prom?| Modern AU JayDori by Kodi-Prime
Pairing: My own OCs, Jay and Dorian
I glanced up at the teacher once more, biting my lip. Although he’d given us permission to do our own thing, I felt a little guilty as I looked at my Nintendo DS under the table. It was registration time, and so we had about ten minutes until we had to leave for class. I glanced up at Jay, who was sat across the room from me, to see him immersed in his own DS.
My gaze was once more drawn to the electronic device in my hands upon hearing a beep, to see he had sent me a trade request. I accepted and frowned at my Pokémon team for a moment before selecting the Glaceon I’d been training up for the past few weeks. I quietly hummed to myself, a common nervous habit of mine, pouting a little. Prom was coming up, and as much as I wanted to go there was nobody who’d be willing to take somebody like me as his or her partner. I hadn’t even come out as liking men yet.
I looked down at t
BlameBlame,Blame by DarkriseDivine
'It's your fault that I am upset!' You annoyed me so much!' You made me cry!'
You know what, you don't force people to feel this way, you don't choose their emotions for them or literally make them feel that emotion. That is how they choose to respond. They choose to feel that emotion, not you. The amount of times when I used to be in situations when someone said to me 'you're p****** me off' or 'you're getting me really annoyed' when actually I had done nothing wrong, I was just being myself. When in that situation there is no way I would choose that emotion to feel if it were me. I mean I am not saying that you can do something horrible and blame them being upset on them but if people are getting upset for something that was a complete or innocent accident or for something that they don't need to feel like that then know that it is not always you're fault.
Put me to SleepPut me to sleep, put me to bedPut me to Sleep by JeffreyRebowlski
Give me something for my head.
When The Lights Are Out (Original Song)You're beginning to fall down, my friendWhen The Lights Are Out (Original Song) by XeruFury
You're beginning to fade, fade away
But if they knew
What it is you do
When the lights are out
Then maybe they'd think
Or just shut their mouths
And maybe you'd sink
Down to the ground
But you can't help it today
These scars they numb all the pain
This blood it helps wash it all away
And then you scream out for help
But you're just kidding yourself
But if they knew
What you do
When the lights are out
You're beginning to hate the way you've changed
You're beginning to see the wrongs inside your ways
But maybe you thought
This isn't the way
But maybe it feels
Just like every other day
Come, take my hand
We'll go to another land
Where we can play
All day and night
The haunted thoughts inside your mind
LightTraps and WordCraftsHunting the momentLightTraps and WordCrafts by DraganTheMighty
this light is my trap,
I'm alone, but I'm feeling,
words shall build my craft
I'll succeed, I'll escape
from this pain, this dark
Help me God! Time is frozen!
No forward! No back!
There! Up, on the mountain
to meet the rising sun,
Wings of words take me higher!
Back!!! The moon holds my plan!
Empty papers screaming,
my light does not work,
I'm not here! I'm dreaming!
I wake up, 'grab my sword!
My LightTrap is ready,
I was reborn by the storm,
My WordCraft is awaiting,
I am lost... I am home.
Hunting the moment
this light is my trap,
I'm alone, but I'm feeling,
words shall build my craft.
The Burning Sea I carried the Sun in a little bag, the kind you keep marbles in. I used it to make a daguerreotype, to singe our souls into the copper that gave them birth, long ago when my reality was their dream. Time moves as light, not in straight lines but bends, reflections, waves, and occasionally bursts. Bursts that help women and children fit their shoes. Bursts that cripple nations.The Burning Sea by fmrichter
How I long to cascade upon the feet of God, a shoe-fitting fluorscope for the modern age. To descend upon the world like a great wave and take away all drought, all doubt, to stand as I am able among those that would see the light. To level a city, to spread cancer and leave a wake of burning nothingness and char their miserable lives down all the way from their heads to their Buster Brown shoes.
And the cycle goes on and on, eternal like the setting sun, usurped by the light into which the dead pass. The fluorescent lights in a hospital. The fluoroscopic shoe-fitter. The
Godzilla (aka Gojira) (1954) ReviewHey everyone! It's been a while since I last did a movie review. Since I've been on a Godzilla kick again recently, plus with Toho's upcoming film, Godzilla: Resurgence, on the horizon, I thought I'd review another Godzilla movie. This time, on the original version that started the whole thing.Godzilla (aka Gojira) (1954) Review by nerdsman567
Like most American Godzilla fans, the first version I ever saw of this movie was Godzilla, King of the Monsters, the 1956 American re-edit, starring Raymond Burr. I even had a VHS copy of the movie as a kid, which my parents taped off of TV for me.
Two years ago, I re-watched this version with my parents in preparation for Godzilla (2014). It was then I realized that this version is not as good as I remembered it (For obvious reasons). A lot of it is very dumbed down and lacks any real emotional depth, other than the atypical "Americanized B-Movie" notions of giant monster movies at the tim
2015 In Review I don’t know one person that would say the 2015 was their best year of their life. In fact more than one person have mention how hard the year was for them or someone they know. Often most openly declared 2015 the worse year of their life and I have to place myself among that group. I have to say 2015 had the most challenges and set back I have ever experience in my life so far. The trials and troubles I have experience this year just staggers me. When thinking of 2015 and all that happened I am dumb founded that I came out of it at all. There were moments that I didn’t think I would make it.2015 In Review by ExcaliburBlade
If I learned anything in 2015 it's that life isn’t fair but it doesn’t mean you can give up on it when it gets hard. Life is a challenge that everyone has to face in one form or another and we have to come to terms with that. 2015 made me realize that I need to be more resilient to what life throws at me and I was not
A Writer's Journal: The Use of Repetition 1I celebrate myself, and I sing myself,A Writer's Journal: The Use of Repetition 1 by Frank-Jaspers
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. (Walt Whitman)
In the next two journals, I will be covering a large number of devices in a small space. I do not believe these devices are difficult to understand, although they may be very difficult to master. Most writers employ one or more of these devices regularly, and some of the very best poets —Walt Whitman, for example— use them obsessively. If you pick a random poem by Whitman you will likely find one of these devices used in it.
Some of these devices are used to bring a lyrical quality to a piece. Some are used to reinforce concepts with variation. Others are used to demonstrate various shades of meaning a concept or word can have in relation to other things. Whatever the intent, the results can be highly effective.
Linguistic Treasure HuntAs announced in an earlier journal, my New Year's resolution is to improve my English (second language) through creative writing. One of the, in my opinion, most effective ways to improve not only your own creative writing, but also your general language skills is to read. A lot. I often note down unfamiliar words, phrases or things I've learned or want to remember in a journal. Instead of just sharing random words, I though I use this opportunity to feature four stories I enjoyed and one journal entry of a group I think is amazing, and share with you what I've learned from reading them. Obviously, the linguistic treasures I find are quite subjective - but hopefully still inspiring for other non-native speakers as well.Linguistic Treasure Hunt by Kathleanore
You'll find a collection of the featured stories and the journal with a short description of my own at the end of this journal!
Go check them out!
Shiny new words
You just can't know too many, can you?
"...cold seeped mercilessly t
A Writer's Journal: The Poetic Device 'Metonymy'“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical naked …” Allen Ginsberg.A Writer's Journal: The Poetic Device 'Metonymy' by Frank-Jaspers
In the above quote, ‘best minds’ is a substitution for ‘the best talents’. The poet didn't literally see minds, nor is ‘minds’ being used as a metaphor. He has simply taken an important adjunct of the best talents (their minds) and emphasized it. This is the essence of the poetic device called Metonymy. It is the substitution of one word (or phrase) with another in which there is a clearly understood association or relationship between the two words (or phrases).
One may replace an adjunct with its subject, a subject with its adjunct. By 'adjunct' is meant some particular quality or aspect of a subject or thing. We may also replace a cause with its effect or an effect with its cause. Here are some examples:
Replacing “attention” with “
Prose Basics: Sensory Details (mini workshop)“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” -- Anton CheckhovProse Basics: Sensory Details (mini workshop) by LiliWrites
There are few words of wisdom passed on more often than "show, don't tell", but what does that actually mean? What tools are available to translate your imagination's pictures into words and back into pictures for someone else's imagination? And why is that important anyway?
This lesson will focus on exactly those questions. It is broken into two parts, the learning material and the assignment. Read and understand the material, then complete the assignment. Simple, right?
Let's get to work!
The origins of storytelling
It's commonly accepted that our concept of storytelling began as an oral tradition, thousands of years before the written word was even invented. As time passed, we invented a new form of storytelling: pictures. The first written languages relied in pictograms to convey meaning. A snake could mean danger. Three verticle lines co
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
Dialogo sopra la Dissezione in LetteraturaDMSDialogo sopra la Dissezione in Letteratura by DMSalesman
Chi vive, laggiù? Chi siete, voi che giungete al mio cospetto, ansiosi di placare la vostra sete di conoscenza? Oh, ma... siete voi, amici miei! Accomodatevi, giacché v'è spazio per ognuno!
Orsù, ditemi: siete comodi? Lo spero vivamente, sicché, con il vostro permesso, gradirei procedere illustrandovi il motivo che ci vede riuniti qui, oggi.
Iniziamo dunque la nostra discussione citando un fatto fondamentale: quasi ogni dì nuove anime, ispirate da un qualche affascinante scritto, decidono di solcare gli sconfinati mari d'inchiostro nei panni del capitano, anziché d'un marinaio qualunque.
Troppo sovente, però, le navi di questi intrepidi vengono colate a picco. Scoraggiati, essi si sentono forzati a trascorrere i loro destini sulla terraferma, lontani da quel ch'era il loro autentico desìo.
Come sappiamo, tuttavia, molti sono i corsari che spadroneggiano su quel vasto e nero oceano. Quale oscura stregoneria impedisce ai loro vas
Decomposizione di un sognoDecomposizione di un sognoDecomposizione di un sogno by Tazunee
Troppe volte sognato,
troppe volte alimentato,
troppe volte messo su un piedistallo e ammirato.
Troppe volte cercato,
troppe volte sperato,
troppe volte rincorso tra i labirinti della tua mente
fino a non avere quasi più il respiro.
Troppe volte sospirato,
troppe volte accarezzato,
troppe volte bagnato dalle lacrime della disperazione
fino a quasi dissolverlo.
E ora quel che di esso rimane è
un sogno in decomposizione
e negli spazzi che esso aveva occupato
resterà solo il vuoto,
dove e solo nella totale oscurità, il nulla si potrà espandere.
Ma ora chiudi gli occhi e adagiati a dormire e chissà...
tu non possa scorgere una piccola fiammella
ed avere la forza di accoglierla nel tuo seno
fino a che essa prenda vigore e inizi a splendere raggiante
così che possa guidarti nel cammino in quel buio
dove sicuramente un nuovo sogno
ti sta aspettando.
La Maschera di Majora - III: Tessere il Destino~ DAL DIARIO DELLO DEATH MASK SALESMAN ~La Maschera di Majora - III: Tessere il Destino by DMSalesman
Poco dopo, il titano iniziò a rifulgere d'una luce bianca, pulsante. Il suo corpo divenne gradualmente trasparente come il cristallo, mentre un turbine di globi luminosi vorticava al suo interno. Lentamente, egli sbiadì fino a scomparire del tutto, liberando le anime di quei poveri diavoli, che fluirono in gruppo, dirette al portale riapertosi in quel lasso di tempo.
Improvvisamente, iniziai ad intravedere i primi segnali di cedimento nella struttura energetica della dimensione maledetta: la luce si stava affievolendo, sostituita dal denso buio che contraddistingueva il Vuoto. Il pavimento e l'orizzonte erano in procinto di fondersi, offrendo lo spettacolo di uno spazio indefinibile attraverso i loro squarci. In sintesi, era un paesaggio talmente nocivo per la mente da essere capace di rendere folle qualunque mortale vi si fosse soffermato troppo a lungo.
Se tuttavia devo essere onesto, nemmeno io gradivo particolarmente quel
La Maschera di Majora - Parte I: La Marcia~ DAL DIARIO DELLO DEATH MASK SALESMAN ~La Maschera di Majora - Parte I: La Marcia by DMSalesman
Una cascata scorreva rumorosamente, unico suono che spezzava il denso silenzio di quel lugubre luogo. La polvere aleggiava pigramente, avvolgendo le mie caviglie, mentre vagavo immerso nei miei pensieri.
Ikana... era lì che, spinto dall'implacabile sete che solo il desiderio di conoscenza provoca, mi ero spinto. La dimora dello stimato ricercatore, lì trasferitosi assieme alla figliola, era silente, e il sole ardeva alto nel cielo di Termina, spandendo i suoi raggi e proiettando lunghe ombre nella valle.
Nulla di anomalo, dunque: non v'era più necessità della melodia composta dal professore, quell'atroce nenia talmente straziante da poter scacciare i morti, oltre al sottoscritto; tutto era silente da quando l'eroe dalla tunica verde aveva riportato la pace ai quattro angoli di Termina, nell'impresa di recuperare una delle mie opere d'arte, a lungo perduta ma alfin ritrovata da nientemeno che il mio illustre "fratel
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
.:kiss it all better:.Oh my child, do not cry..:kiss it all better:. by theolivethief14
I'll sing you a lullaby.
The Band-Aid has been applied,
and cuts are not forever.
Though it hurts a lot right now,
It soon will fade; I'll tell you how.
Bad things in life are so small,
While the good outnumber all.
Oh my child, do not weep.
I'll wipe away the tears that creep.
I'll hold you safe here as you sob;
The pain will soon be gone.
I tell you this because I know
After the rain is a rainbow.
Sunsets hide behind the clouds,
But they peek out from the dark shrouds.
Oh my child, do not cry.
I'll sing you a lullaby.
The Band-Aid has been applied,
and cuts are not forever.
Beauty will always win,
Even if you scrape your shin.
Tomorrow will always come,
It's a new day; don't be so glum.
Oh my child, do not weep.
I'll wipe away the tears that creep.
I'll hold you safe here as you sob;
The pain will soon be gone.
There is always room to hope,
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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