| The first part of what I'm still calling a story ... for now as I don't want to jump ahead of myself. ^-^ The longest narrative I've written so far ... it's very promising. I'm currently reworking what is up already, so stay tuned for that. |
| The first part of what I'm still calling a story ... for now as I don't want to jump ahead of myself. ^-^ The longest narrative I've written so far ... it's very promising. I'm currently reworking what is up already, so stay tuned for that. |
DyspraxiaThere you are Speechless Arms flailing in gestures We strive to interpret correctly Silent Laughter Alive already - AgainDyspraxia
Traveller's companionWhen I would look up at the stars as a child they would make me feel so warm, so utterly comfortable, wherever I was looking at them from.Traveller's companion
On the cross-country road we got stuck at during the summer thaw, the hole in the rickety tent they shone through, so much brighter than their painted counterparts, their twinkle coming through the window of a caravan.
As I got older, my restless feet took me to more and more places. The stars above remained the same, no matter how much of the lands I crossed, how many trains I boarded, how many times I struck out my finger, not knowing where it would take me, they looked over me
Sunshine, FrozenSitting by that river It's almost winter and you're still dead When I hit town a couple of days ago 1 am, passing by your windows The lights still on I knew they weren't burning for you any more You wouldn't have stood in the doorframe with that big smile On your face and said: I knew it was you!Sunshine, Frozen
Before burying me in a hug Sometimes I forget how tall you were I knew
Yet temptation was still strong To ring that bell And call you back, somehow
The days pass Every one of them leaves you
More gone I don't even know
What I'm waiti
Yes and NoThis flag Fabric dyed red from blood Or so the story goes You're not a government building So stop raising it so openlyYes and No
Or did you forget the shame our forefathers loaded upon us?
Standing next to the too detailed diorama, you avert your eyes in disgust, sigh and say: Thank god we're not Germans, hm? No. Fuck you, we're not victims any more. The hands of our grandparents, and their parents, were not raised by some bewitching power. They betrayed and slaughtered because they believed it to be right. Afterwards, they were given the role of first victim and took it happily, playing a charad
Broken Heart, Last SightAfter so many times When I felt like I could fly Now my legs feel like lead Buried in concrete Too slow…Broken Heart, Last Sight
The glimmering lights of the blurring landscape Lead the way My heart beats madly My gun is drawn Trigger finger ready
The pier is full of laughter tonight As crowds gather to watch The fireworks explode into the clear night sky I ignore them all All I hear is his voice
“Tainted,’ He called you As he smiled grimly from the shadow “I shall release you from her witchcraft The spell shall be no m
Repetitive MotionScreaming monsters On the edge of my bed I smack them blindly If only silencing them temporarilyRepetitive Motion
Water steaming Pouring down my back Soaking in the warmth Rubbing eyes just to get blinded by light
Metal people travelling down a dark road Finding their way; same destination Some going faster than others Time for a quick stop or speeding ticket
Smell of fresh coffee, early conversation Newspapers and stifled yawns All moving with a rhythm
That comes with the monotony of years
Walking, moving between breaks Stop, go,
The End of Make-BelieveI lifted the mask Pretenders, all of them I started to think It was better than a dream Thought we actually Were maybe friends All I want to do now is screamThe End of Make-Believe
Bury my head to hide the tears Of old wounds opened And newly-wakened fears Keep my mouth shut Close tightly my eyes You fooled me into believing In those fake smiles, those lies
Still you try to pat my hand And place that mask upon your face I thrust my knife into your pretense I’ll put you in your place
Sew those lips, no more words I don’t wa
Songbird's RequiemWings crumpled Fallen to the ground Blood spattered beak Utters no soundSongbird's Requiem
In the last moments Filled with thoughts of flying The heart desperately pounds The beats slowly dying
Desperate to breathe Air going still Summer falls away Into autumn’s chill
The songbird’s melody fades No more will its wings touch the sky As its little soul floats away The dandelion seeds join the breeze And become its guide
The sun finally sets In its extravagant hues The birds sing farewell to the day Their rh
Cinder and Smoke(for lack of a better title)
Now that my baby is growing into a fine young something I've decided to post the reworked version of the first 2 parts and that will be it until I'm done ... 
Guilty parties know who they are. 
Content
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~FindMySoul
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says: "I'll try again tomorrow."
--Anne Hunninghake
dA clubs I frequent:
*3EyesClub =RawEm0tion *DailyLitDeviations
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Have you couchsurfed today? [link]
The poet, the dreamer, the wordsmith(or something like those anyways
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~FindMySoul
"In the darkest hour the soul is replenished and given strength to continue and endure." - Heart Warrior Chosa
dA clubs I frequent:
~3EyesClub =RawEm0tion =DailyLitDeviations
--
Have you couchsurfed today? [link]
The poet, the dreamer, the wordsmith(or something like those anyways
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You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart
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Have you couchsurfed today? [link]
The poet, the dreamer, the wordsmith(or something like those anyways
--
You got to spend some time, love
You got to spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart
--
Have you couchsurfed today? [link]
The poet, the dreamer, the wordsmith(or something like those anyways
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yuujyou wa kokoro no chuugi
~ The heart’s loyalty is friendship.
Who's Tezuka Buchou, though? XD
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Have you couchsurfed today? [link]
The poet, the dreamer, the wordsmith(or something like those anyways
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