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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.
Don't Birds Eat Bugs?Don't birds eat bugs?
Perhaps, but there're always the ones that prefer seeds.
Shouldn't girls wear makeup to look pretty?
Maybe, but there're always the people that are blind.
Shouldn't men be strong and chivalrous?
Possibly, but even they need to be cared for sometimes.
What you see isn't what they truly are
Open your eyes wider
Look a little deeper
No matter what gender, race, or 'label'
Makes no difference who you are
We are all humans alike.
naught but to dreamStars cluster at my window,
They watch me lay back
Trying to sleep off the pain -
I want naught but to dream
Of your eyes once more.
Morphine to my mind
Crystallized over hours
Watching wind swept clouds.
Weary, windswept -
Just let me lay back;
I want naught but to dream
Of your eyes once more.
El DuoEn medio de una confusa oscuridad.... imaginaciones e iluciones se hacen precentes.. al igual que esta... vaya conectada de las manos... danzando.. junto a los sentimientos.... Allí yacía un dúo..... confuso e incompleto.... que en una caricia dolorosa.... se despiden.... a gritos mudos se van alejando... pero el abrazo frío nublaba los ojos de aquel dúo roto...... incompleto....... el angel y el demonio.... despues de decadas enteras y sin sentido se reencontraron.... entrelazando sus dedos.... danzando por el camino vital que a todo ser se le precenta hasta que desaparesca y no deje rastro.... solo una memoria... dificil de comprender y recordar..... algo imborrable...... la sonrisa del alma blanca guía a la negra... mientras ésta compensa el milagro con proteccion en sus brazos..... uno es el pecado... el otro las virtudes... ambos forman uno solo..... dejando un dúo completo. ".. el misterio de tus palabras solo me dejan ciego cada vez que in
Easy MelodyThere is solace
in the empty spaces of existence,
but those are few and far between.
That’s what I used to think,
but there’s a fine line
between company and chaos.
It seems either the walls scream
or I am lonely.
What I need is a medium;
voices of monotone,
of reason, with no burden of my life
or their own,
just a nice easy melody.
A girl named Neon(poem)In a dark cruel world
A girl was born into
She was gifted with many talents
Yet she was denied
She had a distinct look to her
Abnormal to her kind
A bright pink hue to her fur
Like a bright rose
She was consumed in grief
Afraid to be free
Her mother showed her the way
Now she's believes
Her name was Neon Rose
She is an Umbreon
Her light shines brightly
As she runs around in the night
Now she is loved
Never to be alone
Showing new confidence
That she has never known
Let her aurora shine
Showing the kindness within
Now she is loved
Like a StoneI saw you last night.
And you were the sun.
But Icarus flew
I was a raging torrent
Like the sea.
And when he plummeted
He was a whistling stone.
I swallowed him whole.
AnteriormenteAbridle el cráneo, que fluya su sangre
de arriba a abajo, hacedlo, que muera,
pues sus gritos no le importan a nadie
si no queda escrito en papiros de seda.
Gritos en silencio por solitario,
pues haciendo algo malo
que se acerquen los iluminados
es gritar sin dar medio bocado.
Con el gesto en tu ceño destapado,
sin gorras, pañuelos o cabello
veo el centro de tu central de miedo:
tácito funcionamiento. Traumatizando.
Pues miras tú y yo ordeno
cuando en segundos fue al contrario
porque tú eres el hermano que no tengo
fundido en un estilo olvidado.
La sombra del cazador de sueños
que cobra vida mientras ando
se precipita en la alegre ponzoña
que rezuman los humanos.
Gritadme con los ojos, mirando,
y aunque pesen vuestros párpados,
seguiréis señalando. Dormitando.
Que se calle el fuego: apagadlo.
Reaching for the StarsThey told us to reach for the stars
without ever telling us what we were reaching for
because they thought we'd figure it out for ourselves.
The more we reached for the stars the more we realized what we were grasping at.
Desperately trying to hold in the palms of our hands
tiny pinpricks of hopeful light
against a backdrop of darkness
surrounded by the hopes of the others foolish enough
to try to touch something that was light-years away
and probably already dead for aeons.
We reached for something that had left us behind long ago,
we reached foolishly trying to touch space with small hands
that still coloured with crayons and hugged teddy bears at night.
We reached for the stars
without ever knowing how far away they were,
and when we finally realized how far they were
we were already lost in space,
or had figured it out early
and crashed back to earth in a fiery inferno of broken dreams.
See, they told us to reach for the stars so we'd k
AnonymousI’m sat here, trying to write out the words that I want to come out ever so much. Everything from how I feel and such, to how I miss your ever so soft touch.
I once knew that lovely feeling called “bliss”, one of the many things I miss, one of the many things you made me feel. All this sadness, all this hurt I’m trying to conceal. I don’t know if it’s working or if it’s not, maybe it’s all just for naught.
I know it’s pointless and I know I shouldn’t. But I still love you, even though you couldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t, and I know it’s pointless. But I still love you and it leaves me voiceless.
I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted to hear, I really am. I promise, I’ll do my best to make these feelings disappear.
- Not so yours truly,
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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