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Ribbon SyncopationIt started with a whisper that echoed through my ears. My fingers began to twitch and burn, coursing through every pulse and vein. That sweet tune began to flow, filling every void and hole, and my feet began to gravitate closer to yours.
Every sympathetic beat pounds into my head, moving me into a dance parallel to yours. My lungs stop breathing, and for a moment my world starts ending. And then you take the lead.
A superhero of sorts: taking a ribbon for a cape and flying on waves of radiation. You lead my pirouette, pointing sore bones through days and nights. It starts slowly, taking over time. Every tear wiped into a sea of mixe
.:Hope Makes Me Stay:.
Such a fragile, feathered soul
That trembles with a touch.
And yet, though worn, has weathered all;
Has faced and endured much.
What keeps the soul so tethered now?
It has not blown away
Despite its tattered, feathered bow.
'Tis hope that makes it stay.
August 26, 2010
VIAinda o sol não tinha nascido já eu aprontava o meu cavalo com provisões, quando ouvi um restolhar de folhas atrás de mim, era Ellion que chegava com o seu saco as costas, deu-me uma palmadinha nas costas e sentou-se encostado a uma árvore.
Um a um começaram a chegaram todos e decidi dar uma palavra antes de partimos para aquela que iria ser sem dúvida a mais importante missão das nossas vidas e quem saberia a última.
-Quero-vos dizer mais uma vez que aprecio a vossa iniciativa de virem comigo, não esperaria mais de vocês mas de qualquer forma poderiam ter escolhido não me seguirem
SylvannasShe was once a great General
She sworn to protect Quel'Thalas from harm
Once the Ranger-General of Silvermoon, Sylvanas Windrunner
was murdered by the death knight, Arthas
Once her friend, he was consumed by his hate and power.
Brought back as a creature of undeath,
she was turned into a bunshee
she didn't feel, she didn't thought
she only stand as a creature of death, an undead.
But her memories returned
and the pain of treason roam through her veins
She rebelled against the scourge and her maker
And she possessed a body of a fallen.
She morns for the life she lost
She grieves for the city she couldn't protect
But she swear
Night in AfricaShe was only ten
when I first met her,
washing her bloody underwear.
Its normal I assured her.
I didnt understand that
I was in Africa.
This wasnt from maturing early.
At night is when it hurts the most,
and I cry.
I could help her,
keep her safe
keep all of the orphans safe.
I tried so hard to keep my girls
out of harms way
yet harm has a way of coming back
and half a world away
I cant help
Theres nothing I can do
At night is when it hurts the most
Lying on my bed
Nightmares dancing on my ceiling
She calls me from the hospital
He got in again.
Anthro: a Short poemAnthro is unmistakable.
You can be anything you want to be.
Whether it be an animal or non-organic,
Anthro is the new black.
Writing Challenge ExerciseI have decided to share with people some of the things I have done to try and get myself to be a better writer. Now Im sure that more professional writers probably have a few tricks that are probably far better than anything I can come up with but it still might be nice for those that are interested. For the most part these are means in which you will handicap yourself for a while and in so doing get a better handle on how to write well. For each little exercise I will say the what as well as how it would improve your writing. As similar to some of the other stuff I had in here, if anyone has any other techniques they use to learn to wr
AutumnIt's Autumn again
The grey sky returns
The birds pack their bags to fly south
The leafs leave their mother tree to be independent
The rain drops run to the creeks
To join their friends in a lovely song
And all nature slows down
And drink the sweet nectar of the sky
The paths to the forests are wet
and filled with leaves
Who wait the cold wind to blow them away
Who cheer to the rain drops that run to the creek
Who cry watching their mothers turn their back on them
The mist covers the path
It's so thick that we don't see
And we keep asking "who's coming?"
But the little girl still awaits her father at the window
All i can do is keep breathingThe storm is closer but I don't mind
People keep dieing around but I close my eyes and
All Ican do is keep breathing
And dreaming of you
The hair falls, the skin wrinkles
But I smile and keep breathing
I close my eyes and I see a child smile
And I keep breathing
I want to change the world
Instead I sleep
I want to see the world
Instead I'm in an hospital bed
But all that I know is that I'm breathing
All that I do is keep breathing
My pain is so deep
My body hurts so much
But all I can do is keep dreaming
I'm drowning in shallow water
And I struggle to get out
Then I close my eyes and I see my self breathing
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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