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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
XIV - SmileThis is a f r a g i l e world
One where your smile is light
Where L|I|F|E is written
By the creases in your eyes
The press of your cheek on mine
The warmth of your very eyes on me
Is enough to make me hold my breath
I have always gazed in awe of you
Stunned by your brilliance
And always where you think you have none
I would not lie, and your mirror mind does not either
P e r f e c t i o n
Is strived for, collective goals
But your smile, the ones with the creases
And the heart stopping way you look at me
Is all the world needs to rotate
Is all my world needs to grow
Is all I need to love
Is all I need.
Flesh and ghost of dreamsTobias:
and it all goes
The smile and eyes,
the touch - of silk
and skin – bare.
The love and loss,
it all vanishes into thin air;
she stole one
and she is one
in sudden pain
and I realize -
My Broken, Doubting, Beautiful PrinceMy darling, my broken, my doubting prince,
from your silly, shy grin and the way it slyly slips past your defenses,
projecting it's self on to your beautiful lips,
to the shock of messy hair you keep pushing back up off your forehead,
the locks I'm longing to run my fingers through
tangling ourselves, skin against skin and breathing the air from your lungs into mine.
I fear the day you realize your enticing charm, your bewitching spell
is the day you realize you deserve so much better than I.
So for tonight, if just for tonight,
let my hands smooth down your scars, let my lips caress your imperfections,
let my heart beat against yours that you may hear it calling out your name.
My darling, my broken, my doubting prince,
from the way I had to wrestle for the key to your locked jaw,
to release the calming tone that is my lullaby and is simply your voice,
if only for tonight, I beg for just one night,
before you slip away into unconscious sleep,
let me whisper my promise to kiss away your
One, TwoOne, two,
Here's my poem to you.
I can't take it anymore.
A problem I can't fix
I can't think straight.
It's your heart I want to win.
This loveIs this love
is this love
is this love
is this love that I'm feeling?
Or is it a tough netted fishing line somebody else is reeling?
Give UpMy feet are wandering
I don’t know where
But I know my true love is waiting there
Someday I’ll find you, we’ll be a pair
Until then I’m alone
My time will come
When I find you
But from today ‘til the day that I do
My heart will be grey and my face will be blue
I’ll miss you every day
Feet are sore and blistering
Heart is in doubt
What if I find out
I took the wrong route?
You never existed
Should I stop believing
In someone who doesn’t exist?
Am I thieving
My own heart in this?
I cannot allow
I’ve taken a vow
I give up now.
Broken ArrowsThe first time I was shot with Cupid's arrow, it seemed like a mistake,like he had meant to aim for her instead of me.
But he didn't try to fix it. And at the time, I was so naive, that I had believed that this could work out.
But what kind of 'love' works out in middle school?
The day I realized who you really wanted, I can't say that I blame you.
The second time, it was over that summer. A close friend. I was sure he hadn't misfired this time, but this time, that wasn't the case.
Soon after summer had ended, it seemed as if he had removed the arrow from him, not even leaving a scar.
I can't say that it was the same for me.
I kept these arrows, reminders of how love doesn't work that way, because not even the god of love can tell you who to fall in love with.
But I was clumsy.
The third time, I was nervous. This time, it didn't seem like he misfired. This time, I didn't think I needed to remove this arrow anytime soon.
But this time, it was different. The heart-shaped barb of the arro
BeautifulBeautiful Girl with the face of an Angel
But a Heart that so cold.
maybe if you listen you can hear her story,
waiting to be told
Beautiful lives in the world,
Where Fairy tales rule all.
She wants to be loved
Beautiful wants it all to go away.
Beautiful is alone,
But sweet as can be
Oh, how she makes my heart bleed.
But little does she know
Beautiful is here to stay.
Her heart is beating,
Her eyes have a shine
Beautiful Is all mine!
The Poet and the KnightThe poet and the knight
Why was she alone before he came?
Why did the world look down on her so?
Dark Knight, is it him that will cure her from this pain?
Dark Knight does he love her?
She loves him.
She loves him more then the words she holds dear to her heart.
The Poet at a loss of words to describe her love for the Dark Knight.
She the poet and He the Knight,
Two halves of a whole.
Now they are together forever more.
State of AstonishmentMesmerized by your eyes.
And forever captivated within your gaze.
You lift away my troubles and clear away the dusky haze.
You a creature of such perfection.
Ready to win every election.
But use it? You will not.
For you do not long to corrupt,
Nor do you wish for things to start and rot.
How silently you fade onto the background,
So that history can tell other things than the flawless perfection of you.
For the thoughts about you over-run my mind.
I can not comprehend, nor can I understand,
Such a being like you holds my hand.
Yet today you still hold me in your never ending embrace, Warm and safe.
No matter how great the distance,
You render me into a state of love-craze.
Free to wander my own personal maze.
For my life seems now only nothing more but a phase.
A step of evolution that you long ago took.
You my heroin, my goddess divine,
You bewitch me body and soul,
Let us forever intertwine.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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