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The Place where Love will never come to restIt promised to be a warm and beautiful day in the Forest of Hirulia. Ario, the young wolf, who was more accustomed to the night than to the day was awaiting his girl friend Daffodilya to play with her. The wolf was a young and handsome male and his only flaws were three disgusting scars along his right cheek. He had survived so many adventures in his young life. Ice and fire were hell to him but somehow he went through. Usually wolves hated fire. It was hot, blinded the eyes and hurt them and the fur could get singed. Ice was not better. The paws and claws got frozen to the bottom and could not be moved any longer.
Through all this, Ario wen
Moonshine and FirefliesShe would collect fireflies in mason jars that smelled of moonshine and take them to her room. She’d tape black construction paper in layers on her windows and pull down the shades to watch them glow and fade in an intricate rhythm of heart beats, of long forgotten conversation, of whispers and of secrets, dancing and pulsing together in an ancient SOS. And I’d watch as green eyes became molten emeralds in a warm yellow glow, and tell her if she didn’t set them free, they’d slowly stop shining; one by one, the pulsing would slow, tiny legs would quiver and falter, before falling lifeless to the bottom. And she’d
I apologize for forgetting the happy ending.
The happy ending was beating me over the head,
So I ignored it.
The happy ending was acting like a spoiled child,
And I dont follow the whims of those people.
Im sorry nobody got together by the end.
Have you been watching?
Theyre both genuinely awful people!
They dont deserve happiness,
They dont deserve love,
They dont even deserve each other!
These monsters deserve to be alone.
Im sorry you dont make my heart
You dont make my heart
Dont make my heart
I cant even finish that statement.
Anyone this desperate to compl
FacesHe sees faces.
Not all the time – intermittently. He’s been doing it since he was a child. One moment you can be talking to him perfectly normally; the next he’ll be in a corner, shrieking and pointing at you. It’s been eighteen years, and he still talks to me about it. He never went to school – he didn’t get further than the first day before he attacked another child. He was five, and his classmate wasn’t badly hurt, so Ruby and I managed to smooth it over. But we couldn’t take him back.
I’ve tried to get Simon to describe the faces before, but he never gets very far. If he describes th
Just Another FoolI've been waiting for signs of God
Is this world where isolation bears hope
Can I survive His smiting rod
In light that I am of true evil?
Fearing not the man for he does not exist
I am oh-so stubborn in this quest
If you say yes, then I will say no;
Condemned but so unlike the rest.
Ashes to ashes, but dust won't be dust
If you go there then I will go back
This belief so old though it bears no rust
I am determined to find my resolute.
Shall I say I was wrong if I were right?
Will I be smote and burned in the light?
I think not, instead I will lay in the night
My eyes eaten out by the worms.
But if I am wrong and I do find a Christ
A Letter to My FatherDad,
I just wanted to take the time to write you this letter, to put into words how appreciative I am for all you've done for me throughout my life.
Admittedly, there have been times when you and I weren't as close as we should have been. In fact, for the first twenty years or so of my life, I barely acknowledged your existence. That didn't change the fact that you've loved me from the day I was born, from the moment I was but a twinkle in my mother's eye. Looking back, I only wish I had taken the time to get to know you sooner. I know I'm not perfect...my life has been full of mistakes and regrets, some of which continue to this very d
PerpetuityUnlimited time -
Soul's dream of eternity:
Expert something new!
The kids fell into the chasm.
They fell into the crack in the Earth.
Nobodys sure where they went.
Weve sent search crews.
Theyve been searching for so long now.
Please dont look for yourself,
Because nobodys sure if you want to find anything.
The place they would have landed in
Is completely empty.
There is a word on the tip
Of everyones flashlight,
Projecting our thoughts on the walls of the cave.
The kids fell into the chasm,
And perhaps they found a way out.
Perhaps they are just looking for a way back.
We dont know where they are,
So dont worry, please.
Well all be wa
Mary, Did You Know...
Mary, did you know that for Charlie Sparks
You were the main attraction
Mary, did you know that in Kingsport town
Your life would change forever
Did you know that your handler Red
Was just a drifting soul
The circus you were part of
Would one day part with you
Mary, did you know that a melon rind
Would kick things into motion
Mary, did you know that your act of rage
Would send the townsfolk running
Did you know that the towns ahead
Had turned their backs to you
And when the people gained their senses
They thirsted for your blood
The die was cast, decisions made
Your life would have to end
No rifle shot, no tearing trains
Ode to the StarsLife is beautiful, being is beautiful
On a world so clear and pure.
One who has never seen the light of the stars
Has never experienced how marvellous is the happiness
To look in the far distances
And to revel in the spheres.
Power and force are very important.
Wisdom and beauty are very weighty,
But the most beautiful in the world
Are the stars at the canopy of heaven.
To rove through the woods in the starlight,
To touch nearly the horizon,
Through the wide fields and plains,
Happiness will be almost prepared for you.
To experience love and happiness is fantastic,
All who do not devine this are great fools,
For who does know
He said as he took her hands and he couldn't be more right and wrong at the same time. Her gaze simply fell to her feet as she let the silence envelop her. She felt cold, her soul quivering somewhere in the corner of her heart, obscuring its rhythmic beat and creating a swell of off tempo chaos in her veins. Her memory of his whispers were akin to the sudden rush of wind that hit her skin, wet with the storm of tears and caused chills to cascade their way across her body.
But he was wrong, it wasn't she who was cold, it was him who was stealing everything that made her warm. Coaxing her
In My Own AshesIn the long forgotten sands at the end of the Worlds
By the sea where the long forgotten souls swirled
Beneath the long forgotten sky of long forgotten memories,
I saw my own face, staring back and shimmering.
Standing in my own ashes, long forgotten but existing
No longer fighting and no longer resisting;
I've long forgotten every reason to be
Lost in this oh-so long forgotten memory.
Remember to forget and forget to have forgotten
All things lost, every little thing rotten,
Frozen somewhere between logic and belief
Lost somewhere outside happiness or grief.
Standing in my own ashes, though never knowing why
Never knowing how I lived, nev
The EldarSplit into three but descended from one
Beneath the tree from which they spawned
With their brothers now going or gone
The Eldar are left to stretch and yawn.
Best of the Quendi, a mighty clan
Elves of knowledge, ruling the land
Respected by all, even by man
Over time's uncounted but respectable span.
Apart but one, from one to another
Valinor to Aman, brother to brother
But eventually doomed to turn on the other;
Their own existence they did soon smother.
Shed tears for the Eldar, mightiest of elves
Vanyar and Noldor, in Aman they dwelled
Teleri apart, but they too would foretell;
'O grand and glorious Eldar, I bid you farewell.
In the city I have met an ocelot.
His eyelids were half closed.
He was very proud.
Golden jewels were hanging on his ears.
On his claws he was wearing five rings each
With rubies and emeralds.
The ocelot did not deign to look at me.
With pleasure I would have told him a tale
Of the yellow steppe grass
And of the soft light sand.
Of the hot wind
How it swept over the herbs.
And of the light
Before the sun went to rest.
Longing, I looked after him
How he looked at himself
In the glass of the shop-windows.
Bright Red Bully
My eyes have been bloodshot for too long.
I worry that people might not recognize me without them.
I dont understand how it could be allergies.
Its probably the lack of sleep.
All that being said, it might be that
My eyes are trying to crawl out of my skull.
My sight is trying to escape me,
But it seems to forget that I keep it alive.
My knuckles have been red for too long.
Theyve been that way my entire life,
And maybe its some sort of defect,
Because I dont punch anything,
But maybe theyre angry.
Maybe they want to feel the sting of abuse,
I try to escape my defects,
But I keep forgetting t
the blind girl's fifth sense
her tone assumed a quality of
backed by a force
“Where do babies come from?”
I recognized that she would never accept,
“a delivery stork.”
My daughter had seen less but she
knew more. She was not naïve.
I answered her, “Better to ask,
where do tears come from?”
Her voice was not kept in abeyance,
there were no second
“Why, from the eyes, Momma.
They have nothing else
Tears are the only thing they can
contribute. What else,
could eyes be for?”
to her rhetorical
Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another world
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.
I lay at the creek and think of you,
Not far from me you are standing.
The water is quiet,
Your leaves do not rustle,
Silenced in my heart as well
Every day's pain neverending.
You give me strength,
You comfort me,
Also in the greatest need.
My thanks are yours,
My good friend, my tree,
Never I would like to miss you.
You are the ashes,
Burnt in many dreams.
But from your ashes,
The diamond is forming itself.
I hold a diamond into the starlight,
Move myself to its radiance.
How the ligh
There was something about my world that I found unbearable. Maybe it was my own self-consciousness screaming out bitter cynicism over the narcissistic indifference of my co-peers in their drive towards a ‘self-emulated’ sanctuary from harm. Maybe it is a schizophrenic mania that cannot fathom the neurotic psychology harking at the devious fiends who are guiding the listener towards the plight of despair. Or maybe it was a frenzied Pink inside me who wanted to close myself deep within my glass house, forgetting about the world outside of me... to become a Stephen-wolf of sorts, to misquote Hermann Hesse.
But that doesn’t matter... Or should it? Perhaps fate has cried out for whiskey far too often, and has reared its head towards me and what I’m staring at. A grave stooped high and mighty over a cemented platform hardened by granite chips and a limestone finishing of sorts that presents it as a tomb open for worship, rather than slabs of
Shadows of the Colossuscolossi roaming
the island undisturbed in
acceptance of a
purposeful fate when
the shadow will encompass
legends will speak of
them as the voice of their god
will call out their names
when darkness will fall
and mountains will be bathed
in their memory
for they are not carved
in stone - they epitomize
an ancient credence
as holy as the
heavens from where they had come
and whence they'll return
came and went, but one prevailed
and face the sixteen
harbingers of Man's
divine destiny - from them
have we earned our peace
the first was patience;
the second was existence
the third - tradition
the fourth was conquest
the fifth was truth's harbinger
the sixth was mercy
the seventh was fate
the eighth was humanity
the ninth - purity
the tenth was bondage
the eleventh was struggle
the twelfth was piety
the thirteenth was rage
the fourteen was harmony
the fifteenth - bravery
the last was Judgement
for accepting the purpose
of the Colossi
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The next morning, I discovered an unmarked envelope left on my front porch. Opening it quickly, I disco
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