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Stardust: Gone and ForgottenI am but a child of light, lost in nebulous skies.
where all elders float graciously
and cold stars are but a memory.
We implode, explode, ripple outwards…
Leaving nothing in our wake, except some stardust to remember us by.
Are we forsaken?
Victims of a cruel joke played out by fate…
I cannot tell nor fathom the depths of the human heart,
For we are complex beings under constant development.
I cannot hear nor feel the murmurs of your soul.
Do we even have one?
We are the cold starry night,
The faithful guide whom would both set and rise.
We are the flaming suns, lonely desolate stars.
Like tumbleweedsI’ve kissed her lips when there’s no one around,
Just drunken rambling drowned out by the piano sound.
The scent of fresh rain lingered as she undressed.
She told me how she yearned for a man between her thighs,
Her legs wrapped around my waist as she justifies,
The nights we tumbled like tumbleweeds in the wildest of Wests.
AD - Tasks: Dimicari's Memento
The sun was high in the sky and several small clouds pock marked the sky, the wind was slightly blowing and birds chirped away in the distance.
Standing outside the Compound was Samuel, armed with his Scrap sword, his blue eyes scanning the woodlands as he was about to set off.
Xarr,whom was sitting atop the Compound saw someone in the distance, and without a moment's hesitation he jumped down and made his way towards him.
"Pardon me, you must be Samuel, if I'm not mistaken, you wouldn't happen to venture in search of Dimicari's keepsake would you?"
Samuel who was seemingly unfazed by the air mage's' sudden appearance nodded, "Yes, that is my name, and yes I am to look for her precious token, what of it?" The human questioned the air mage beside him, his grip on his sword tightening.
Xarr noticed Samuel's change of grip and quickly Air dashed backwards, whilst keeping his composure.
"I've no intent
AD - Tasks: Blaze's Apple Pie“Apple pie for Delinea, what a lucky brat, I didn’t even know Blaze made apple pie.” Xarr pondered to himself.
On which he promptly removed the request letter from the task board and headed towards his room.
He secured a big brown leather satchel and his staff and started his journey to the
heart of the forest. He left the compound not long after sunrise and was sure to return
before sunset. He ran like the wind, one of the perks of being an Air Mage. And swiftly
arrived at the forest’s outskirts. It looked peaceful enough, unlike the black woods close
to the mountains where he came from. He could hear the birds, smell the flowers in bloom and
taste the sweetness of the air. He followed a narrow path that took him deep into the forest,
deep enough to discover the orchard, it wasn’t hard to miss it, after all the orchard was
widely known by everyone at the compound. He secured 6 big red juicy apples and one green one.
He placed them carefully in his leather
AD - Tasks: Dimicari's Romantic LocationSo Dimicari, I heard you’re looking for some alone time with Ariel.
I might just have the place for you, though it’s at quite the walk from
the compound. I’ve stumbled across it when making my way here from
the Snowy Mountains 400 km North-northwest from here.
I think it’s approximately 15 kilometres North from the Compound.
So yes, quite the walk, but I’m sure you guys can manage just fine.
“I assume you’d like some further details about the area?”
Xarr asked Dimicari; and without further ado he continued talking.
I’m sure you’re well aware that North from here we have three settlements:
Brimstone, Black Feather and Twilight. I’d suggest staying away from them
and taking a path less travelled that starts at the three forked road
a few kilometres North. The path’s pretty much a dirt road that’s been unused
for what looks like years. Once you find yourself on that path, walk 2 kilometres
and then head left for
open letter to a pretty girldear pretty girl I saw at the restaurant on saturday night:
I saw you looking at me,
and then I kept noticing you
in the corner of my eye.
Whenever I looked to make sure
you were really there,
your eyes darted away,
until the one time I snagged your gaze,
and you turned sheepish with a blush
and a smile.
dear pretty girl I saw picking at french fries:
I know what you were thinking;
I felt your eyes on my bare legs,
my swinging dress,
as I made my way to the restroom.
dear pretty girl wearing the Flash T-shirt
and hiding your eyes with the frame of your glasses:
I think we would like each other.
We seem to be the same brand of nerd.
I know, however,
that I would not love you,
I would not feel affection for you,
the word "romance" would not cross my mind
when I was with you.
I would not want to touch your body,
or kiss your pink lips,
or hold your hand.
dear pretty girl eating by herself:
I wish you would have said hello.
You were afraid, I think,
that I would not return your
Let it heal. Subconscious.Look in your, mine eyes. You may be the brain but i am the soul
You never listen, shake your head, climb up walls
But I'm still here, when you say you don't care
Cover things up but the stench is still here. Well, lie doesn't heal
You stump the break again! Give it up, man! Let it heal.
Come closer, after all, I am you, I'm your subconscious!
You give yourself away, believing every word they say
I call you back, you run again, lose track
Then you call me words, monsters and worse
For telling the truth I get this pain in the ass
You may be aiming towards me, but you're hitting yourself
Why are you hitting yourself?
Give it up. Let it heal.
Flashbacks, songs, voices, words
Just so you get it – they are no lords, they have no God
They treat you like shit and you act like you love it
Is it my fault? Tell me! No, you just whine with assault
Its all you got...
Nothing is okay! You wont let it heal!
What about your dad? Best example you ever had!
Still cant get over, couldn't keep him s
For The HatersThe key to happiness
is often the process of elimination.
Sometimes you just gotta go around the village
cutting off heads and shit.
the sun will shine through again.
Let's TalkWhen you’re a girl, you get asked the same question a lot.
Personally, I’m damn tired of talking about this.
Let’s talk about something else.
Let’s talk about how lipstick doesn’t seal girls’ mouths shut so that they can’t debate politics.
Let’s talk about how mascara doesn’t blind us to the problems of the world and eyeliner doesn’t draw a line through our potential.
Let’s talk about how eyeshadow doesn’t blur the lines of textbooks.
Let’s talk about how painted fingers can still type and foundation can cover up scars, too.
Let’s talk about how earrings don’t deafen us and necklaces don’t silence our voices.
Let’s talk about how being blonde doesn’t make us dumb.
Let’s talk about how taking a selfie doesn’t make us worthless and dresses don’t make us mindless.
Beauty or brains?
Stop asking and watch us be both.
I'm FreeAfter the incidents
After the fight
After the punishment
I've lost my sight
But I'm not dead
No, not even close
But they got it through my head
I'm not changed
But now I couldn't see
What the dreadful God had in store for me
In life, I chose to stay
But I had to move away
From my home
Where you were
And now our feelings were reversed
You're happy, I'm scared
They're following me everywhere
Making sure I don't make friends
They 'don't want another life to end'
But I'm blind, can't they see?
Now I'll never be set free
I can never see you again
You know I miss you, friend.
It's been 10 years.
They finally let go of their fears.
It's about time.
I was finally free
I could finally see
You stood in front of me
Anger and fear in your eyes
I was the one person you dispised
I love you (Go away!)
I really do (You're INSANE!)
I adore you, through and through~ (I have to see you?! WHAT A SHAME!)
The fire crackled
The flames burned
A new leaf was something I didn't
Dulce de SilencioSi exhalar humo pudiese
como el que fuma su tabaco,
a ti te soplaría fuerte,
para que en trabajo disolvieses.
Te pido, hermosa, que sofoques mi calor,
porque verte son cornadas
en mi gelatinoso corazón.
Contesta, ¿Cómo puedo olvidarte?
Hace siglos que no te veo, mi Dafne,
dicen los augurios que tu esencia es bastante,
mas sin ti soy un ser sin mente de ayuda necesitante.
¿Qué más prueba hay que mi bestialidad?
Me quema el verte, por lo que mi prioridad es inmolarme.
¿Cuántos días pesan hasta que pueda besarte?
Estaría igual setecientas noches atrás,
mas estar no estaría, si no fuese por el arte de amar.
Mi dulce durmiente de cálido silencio,
maldito estoy de fuera para dentro,
ojalá purgue mi mente el deseo de tus besos.
Maybe Tomorrow Will Be The DayI may not be a lot of things
Or even a good man
Many people hate me
Except for you
You with the grey-blue eyes
You with the now blue hair
You who lives miles away
With a sea keeping you from me
All i want is you
I need you more and more
Everyday i pray for the day
I wake next to you...
La Paradoja Translated- The ParadoxChiaroscuro,
Light and Shadows,
a silence punctuated by a scream.
We must not forget that darkness
does not equate to Hell,
just as light does not equate
Velvet and lace,
the saint and the sinner,
the comforting proximity
of a distant wound.
Such sweet suffering;
like a snakebite,
juicy and wet with lifeblood,
dripping as the bitten, aroused organ.
Bright and intense,
dark and subtle,
this life of contrasts.
The Leather RemembersIt was just a piece of leather, stretched over a bench press bed.
Old, broken, and cracked, it was 'bout to be declared dead.
All those men and women, they lay upon its skin,
They breathed and they pushed, just trying to be thin.
Their work and their sweat, their blood and their tears,
Their oils keeping this leather plush all those long, hard years.
Why did they do it? Why work so hard?
They were sick of being called a fat tub of lard.
Some o' those folks are dead,
Some have families and dogs named Fred.
Some of them gave up,
Some said, "never enough"
The leather remembers.
The leather remembers when you couldn't lift just the bar,
The leather remembers when you could lift a whole car.
No matter who laid on this old cow's hide,
The leather remembers who they were inside.
The years of use wore an impression, an outline, a silhouette,
of every man
and every woman.
The leather doesn't care if you're white, or black, or brown, or green.
The leather gains from you a nice, pretty sheen.
DevotionHow a vast solid rock, can turn into numerous little pebbles.
Pebbles, cast into the sea,and how ripple by ripple it transforms reality.
How life is a record studio,
and we a movie who's been set to motion a long time ago.
And how do you justify your devotion,
The willingness to go on, to go forward, untill death shouts "Cut"
An abrupt ending of this adventurous film.
Where every scene still needs to be filled in with
background speakers, flowers, and wall decoration.
And then when only our head is a sunken vessel,
filled with the useless things we came across.
And our hopes where already tossed.
Is it than that we realize, what we have lost?
Is it so, that you find the strenght to go on,
to rely fully on your own devotion, to keep the film rolling,
and the captured images in motion.
Are we not like a solid rock, who can turn into numerous little pebbles,
little pebbles who can make the vessles on the ocean rock?
And is it not so, that we posses the strenght, to bend, to imagine, to dr
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