Somebody Read Me- I'm new- Music that flows through my soul spin through the trees into the midnight skies.Stir through the hills and lift with the wind through valleys low. Whisk through grasses high and past hearts echoing phrases felt but never said.Through silver skies and early morning sing to minds yet open.Sing loud into their hearts and bring their souls to its height.Music flowing from my soul sing and spin through weeping willows to sakura trees.Spread into the skies and pierce through the clouds fogging their souls. Weave and sing to the skies oh soul of mine!
Old poems continued Here on this roadpaved with lieswhere I travel no truth is openly seenno answer scratches the truth of the liesWith grace and beauty lostsanity and dignity fleeingpride so far gonea life is no more than a paymentUnknown crimeshumorless laughspity isn't seen in any eyes or on any facespain is now an everyday occuranceUnfeeling with a steady, silent elegancea beautiful face to look upontwisted evil lurks and watches from beneath an unmarred visagea black soul to serene featuresNot a drop of blood spilledyet pain and violence rule this landcreatures that were once humanwhat being would enjoy thisOut of the
Old poems A lightbarely seen through the haze of memoriesA soulnever saved in a world of liesA tearshed with remorse and guilt of the deadA memorythat with it brings the world to its kneesA lifethat is no longer realA portraitpainted of the pastThe pastis something that can never be forgottenThe dreamsare something you can't escape fromThe nightis a refuge for those who fight all dayThe worldis gone to us allThe painis real and neverendingThis time there is no choice, no turning back, no way outWe are to face what comes and not run from our futureThere is nothing to decide, nothing to hideAs we fight le
When and I When good things still happenWhen hearts are still lightWhen forgetting is easyWhen you held me tightI lost the good things here in the darkI felt my heart sink as we started to partI have a memory firm in my mindI watch you leave as you leave me behindWhen miracles are commonWhen people overcomeWhen dying wasn't neededwhen I never was aloneI've seen disasters in front of my eyesI've seen people fail, striving I've felt the loss when someone diedI've never felt so alone with you by my side.When dark thoughts are rareWhen singing brings tears to your eyesWhen music can lift you when you're unawareWhen you
Reimagined It had been a dark and gloomy night so far and it was only getting worse. She stared out her dining room window wondering if the snow would ever stop, it looked like a blizzard. She had woken with shock that morning due to another night terror that had gripped her in her sleep.She'd suffered from these for years, I suppose that is what comes with what she had to endure that one far off night. She'd gotten up, tried to ready herself and was going to leave. Upon opening her front door, she found her car covered nearly 3 foot deep in snow and a thick layer of ice. That day had showed no signs of getting any better the longer it wore on. The
Reimagined part 2 It was at the top of the stairs that she felt it, even though her senses were dulled by exhaustion, it was a tingle at the base of her spine. As she walked closer to her bedroom, that tingle turned to a chill so deep she felt it in her bones. She opened the door and what she saw made her gasp. A man, tall enough that he towered over her nearly six foot self, thin but well muscled, none of that was as important as the glistening silver hair that hung to his knees. Even his hair paled to his wings, yes wings, thin and transparent and they looked as though they'd been spun from a spiders' web. As he turned, those wings glistened in the light,
Reimagined 3 He advanced towards her quickly, grabbing her wrist as he strode quickly out of her room. Pulling her along he started down the stairs only to feel her pull out of his grasp. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You knew long ago that this was the only choice! Now come with me before I have to use more violent methods." Staring her down with his sightless eyes, he grabbed her wrist again and tried to pull her down the stairs. She grabbed the banister at the top of the stairs and held on tightly, that banister was her lifeline. She pulled hard and got her arm free, before he had a chance to grab her again she fled into her room. Flimsy
Reimagined Part 4 This was one stop she had a feeling she'd regret. She'd pulled over at an out of the way truck stop, in what anyone would call "the middle of nowhere". The sun was just beginning to rise bright on the edge of the horizon. She had been driving all night, as far and as fast as she could hope to run. The encounter with that man had frightened her to her core. The fact that he had found her, even after all the precautions and changes she'd forced herself to make, was unbelievable. Then again the unbelievable lived and breathed and she was just as unbelievable as he, both of them inhuman creatures. Being a Mineryl Spryte did have some unique advan
New Short Story Part 2 As we sat in the lobby of the museum as it began to close after that evening's spectacular exhibit opening. He sat quietly after I had finished my last tale, a journey filled with exploits that should have been an Indiana Jones movie. "I still don't see after all these near death experiences why you stay in this profession. You would think thoughts of self-preservation might have made a difference by now." He downed the last of his whiskey and glared at the glass as though it should refill itself on command. I remembered the reason I was there and knew I had to go slowly to approach the subject that was bound to ruin this night. Distantly I c
Short Story They say battle-hardened like it's a badge you can just carry around and remove whenever you please. Its highly suspect that any of these people really know what that term means. I suppose being cynical was my only saving grace among this room of social pariahs. They neither knew nor cared for anything beyond their own glittering world of jewels and parties. For my own sake I must say that if not for my upbringing I would be like those self-absorbed creatures. I suppose at this point my bitterness begins to rear its head, surprisingly this bitterness arises from neither jealousy nor hatred. Simply put this bitterness came about due, not in an
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