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AD - Tasks: Rena's Office Cleaning"Hah, seems easy enough”. The mage smiled as he picked Rena’s task from the board.
He proceeded towards her office, it wasn’t far from the kitchen and cafeteria. As a matter
of fact, it was just opposite to it. At the other side of the corridor with the leader’s offices.
He knocked on her door twice before speaking “Rena, are you there? I’ve seen your request..”
The door swung open, revealing the tiny recluse known as Rena, her purple eyes gleamed hopefully.
“Ah, I take it you’d be so kind as to help me out, I’ve lost… erm… control of the situation and the
paper stacks just kept stacking up and up and up” She looked away in shame and started pointing at what’s important and what isn’t.
“These can go, these should stay, and thank you in advance”
at which point she quickly ran out the room retreating to her room where she wou
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
Master.My mind, my master.
My heart, a disaster.
Life's not going anywhere,
but it's definitely getting faster.
JigsawI am a puzzle
Each piece is a part of my life
Its one that takes decades to finish
It doesnt happen over night.
Each piece of the puzzle contributes to who i am
But its more than an image, you see
Alone its just a simple aspect
But put it all together, and you have me
Some are small, but so dear to my heart
Others are jagged and feel like they dont fit
Some might be tough to place, but never quit
Heres to all the pieces, no matter where they are
The good times,
The bad times,
The stories for every scar.
They might seem disastrous when they fall into our lives,
But its what make me, me
One piece at a time
The pieces for passion
The ones for never giving up
The ones for falling in love with music
The ones for finding happiness in pain
For the times laughing until you cry,
Playing guitar until your fingers bleed,
For loving what you do and what it does for you,
For never questioning your beliefs
For the times you learnt the hard way,
The hardships youve came by,
The times you thought you
Denial (shadows the blackest parts of me)I am fearful to find the meaning
Of why I’ve become what I’ve become
Of what it means to be me
Still I peel off my skin
My eyes fill up with guilt
Of what I know I fear
I know what change is coming
As I tear away the layers
I surrender to the pain again
Whilst deconstructing my constructive self
My former repressed suppression
And as the memories come rushing in
I'm vulnerable and bare again
I see now why I hurt myself
Time and time again
I curse at a past I could not control
My ego laughs at me from afar
I am aware of my one true story
Wounded closure in my soul
I reach out towards the lucid lights
The ones I see outside
I now know myself enough to know
I am no longer a prisoner inside
Reverting BackFalling again from the cliffs of victory,
Reverting back to the old ways,
In such a fast pace
From our last place…
Why did it take so long for us
To realize our loneliness for good?
Maybe it is how we should
Live our lives.
No one expects a miracle to come true,
No one expects everyone to find me and you,
No one understands all that we've been through,
And no one believes in what we are going to do.
To feel for us there is no reason,
Or at least we do not know,
These winds are foreign,
Towards us they never blow.
To say goodbye to love we’re ready,
To enjoy our hearts beat slow and steady,
Away from pain, away from theft
And there are still so many colors left.
Vaya!Oh, dulzura, ¿realmente he estado equivocado?
Con aquella ruptura con mi lado más humano,
¿he errado? Mi alma estaba segura, mas,
¿a dónde me llevará mi interior desolado?
Quizás llamase y me fuese con poca fortuna,
poca es poco: mínima, a mala suerte condenado.
Quizás haya sido cruel, puede que de hambruna,
puede que obligase y puede que ahora sufra.
Pues, ¿qué soy ahora más que un cascarón?
Siento, mas solo siento a mi razón,
mi corazón está loco y yo, cuerdo. Aterrador.
Atiéndeme, demonios, ¿a qué me veo avocado yo?
¿Realmente he probado el estar a solas?
¿O he estado en ilusión? Alienado en mi rosas
sin saber qué sucede por mi ambición: loca.
Espero saber ahora dónde estoy en mi prisión.
UntitledI feel my lungs collapsing
I can't stop my head from spinning.
It hurts to breathe. I'm gasping.
I can't keep it down I find myself thinning.
I can't feel my hand.
It's numbing as I no longer feel my blood circulating.
I'm so dizzy, I can't stand.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself as I sit there waiting.
A room so cold on a bench too high.
My legs dangle from the stool with my hands on my thigh.
A tall man enters with too white of a coat.
Asks me questions and writes them as notes.
It's a mess.
I have no strength to get out of bed.
I have to focus to be able to breathe.
I feel pressure pounding on my head.
I'm scared. I don't understand what's happening to me.
Writing at OxfordBetween the dusty pages of
drunken novellas and tragic plays,
a small ferret creeps and a young girl strays.
Enticed by a fantasy mirror and
lightly cut by a subtle blade,
the fabrics between worlds gently part
and literature is new and made.
A delicate array of alternate ideas
welded together within the parchment of a book.
Be careful how far you peer between
the never-ending lines of flowing ink.
Beware of your ever changing daemons and
ensure you don’t fall for their trick.
For they would have you think that
there is nothing more behind these shelves.
The truths they do hastily conceal as
there is more than you could ever believe.
Keep your friends closer, your enemies closer still.
You’ll never know where you may meet as
you hide behind your wandering quill.
On Wax WingsSpeak not softly
of your troubled fate
Huddled late, cross at the
Loss of doubled rates
Prostitute your sorrows
til the morrow can't come
Mind: scant and numb,
You borrowed some horrors
For you to Tell, See, Believe
Starve her beastly cheap when she's deceived,
Upheaved and ruptured,
As you yet corrupt her,
Leave her upstirred in life's broken structures
Who ever said you can see beyond the sun?
Beyond the moon, the sword, and beyond the gun?
Who ever claimed you could walk the seven seas
Through heaven's fire and through its dreaded breeze?
And thread with ease a Gordian knot at whim, known,
While playing your accordion hot with prim tones,
and prone to the thoughts of the world before you
Kneel, adore you to the core you deplore through?
Prostitute your every degradation
Blame it all off with prevarication
Declare with patience that you just can't face it
Deny your dishonesty, then embrace it
You harmed me,
Lied, defied, denied
And tried to get by
on wax wings to fly too high
EyesYour gold emblazoned eyes,
How they smile and cry,
They expose al of your emotions,
And all those feelings so full of meaning.
How they turn crooked when you tell a lie.
How they gape downwards when you are in a gloomy frame of mind,
How they gaze upwards when you are glad.
How they can stare into my eyes, and have their joy upon my heart shed.
Watery like a silver pool of light,
I would like to sail away into your seas of gold,
To explore, excavate, and find myself lost in your flawless mind so great.
Luring me in with a twinkling light reflected upon your eyes, used as bait.
Carrying your lashes like a skirt lifted upon the wind,
Elegantly, swiftly, freely blinking with a prolonged pace,
Only so you could freeze my heart for a split second and have me daze.
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