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Shadows haunt the trunks
Spirits boiling forth
The cries of the grand ol' dames
Float around the saplings
They cling to the cracks
In the walls of modernity
Battling in a world
Of lost value
What will happen
When the trees stop
Breathing for us?
Rebirth: A short story Written in 1999, aged 15.
Warning: violent themes
The storm broke with a sudden violence. The white flash of lightning heralded a crash of angry thunder. A moment later the rain began to fall, in solid icy droplets.
The horse and rider had just emerged from the shelter of a thick dark forest, halting on a ridge overlooking a vast valley. The rider was a waif of a girl, clad in a long woollen cloak, thick and warm, wrapping her body against the storms ferocity. She turned her gaze to the sky, unafraid of the frenzied tempest. The clouds were a dark grey mass, rolling close to the ground, obscuring the distant mountain tops like a shroud. Against all this menacing background there were patches of darker, more sinister cloud, black and ominous, bringing the threatening thunder with them.
The girl was aware of this but wasn't troubled; she wasn't really concerned with the weather for it merely reflected her mood. She was remembering a long fo
I sit here in dark silenceI sit here in silence,
While others scream their thoughts at me
Not my marionette replies.
I am never alone, but always alone
How can that be?
How can love surrounded me
Yet I still sit here alone?
God I hate this silence
This shattered existence of clotted dreams
Of ragged thoughts and half-dreamt joys
The soundless sighs and noiseless screams
The haunted corridors of Self.
I sit here in silence
Choking on my thoughts
Pretending they aren't broken
Encrusted welts scab over
Yet I can still feel the blood
Don't judge a book by its cover
But how do we judge ourselves?
Do we try to see what others see
Or what we perceive from inside looking out?
Confidence... self-contained... rational...
Broken... disfigured.. emotional screams?
Will I ever be the papua?
Cocooned in silken garb
Internal miracles taking place
Preparing to be transformed?
Will I feel connected to my loving friends?
Not to feel alone despite their love?
yearning forthe faceless crowdThrough the Looking-Glass
And out the other side
Wishing it was through the Labyrinth
And Jareth waited inside;
Ready to work his magic.
I sometimes wonder
What is the point of all this pain
I put myself through.
Why can't I just settle
Like everyone else?
Why can't I rest for
Just being "Normal"?
Mostly all these times
I try not to be like
Not be one of the faceless crowd
I secretly yearn
For the abiltiy of being unaware,
Content with normalcy...
mental alchemymental alchemy brews the dream
swirling colours, random thoughts
paradoxical images meld
to form a whole.
purpose within the trance
i rush onwards
when i wake
bewildered and confused
attempt to reclaim reality
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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