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Passing TimeOften times I wonder,
If I really still exist;
Did I die along the road somewhere?
And why am I wondering this?
Often times I cry,
For something I have lost,
But I can't remember what it is or why,
So I don't know how to get my point across.
Other times I wander,
Without knowing where to go;
Take shelter from the thunder,
So I can walk out again tomorrow;
Still more times I falter,
And lose my path to the world;
Winding up at an altar,
Without knowing if I'm heard.
Finally I will stumble,
And someday I will fall,
But I won't mind when it's time for me crumble,
For long ago I lost it all.
Never the Same"Enough. It is time for you to let me go. I'll remember forever what we have been through."
"I'm not finished." I had turned and began to walk away. His words there stopped me cold. A dread gripped me. He had done more than enough, I didn't think I could take more.
"I promised you things would change. I didn't mean only for the time you were dragged into my world."
The direction I was facing held a bright skyline full of lights and skyscrapers. I was returning to the world I left behind, if not the people, who no longer existed. What had changed had been everything about myself. I heard him, but by then I could not turn. I was fixed on the scene in front of me as it melded and changed from skyscraping industrial and business buildings to mountains and the towering spires of a castle. The sunset that had been poking through the modernized city had already been taken by the mountains and the night sky encased us.
I whirled to look at him, but instead I was drawn upward by the call that c
To Retrieve itI wonder why we thought we were indestructible,
Back then, almost at the top of the world;
Look at us now, spread to all corners,
Despite our protests and our ignorant words.
You are needed by all where you reside now,
And You are happy, chasing your dreams around,
And You are strong and wise, revered in many towns;
I am nowhere; I cannot hope to be found.
Remember us then? Young, stupid and strong,
Chasing the horizons through day and night no matter how long;
We fought, in the right almost as much as the wrong;
No one could quench the spirit in our song.
Yet tragedy caught us those years ago,
Hell took him from us, peace rest his brightest of souls;
My anger drove you to places unknown,
And fate blocked you two from returning home.
There was nothing out there that brought us fear then;
I still remember You barely batting your eyes at a dragon;
And for us, no sunset was ever an end,
Because we lived to wake up to adventure again.
None of that energy remains with me anymore,
Ch4 teaserAvarie stood casually before the metal gates of Emissiaryn and watched in triumph the square, empty of all but his own followers. The common soldiers in his side were restless and the lieutenants were grim. Citizens walked by, some stopping to watch, but left when they realized nothing was happening very soon.
Lion appeared at his shoulder.
"This wasn't right," he said blankly. "You did at least send the messenger, didn't you?"
"Hara delivered the message," he answered just as calmly, but with more of his cool in place.
"We're approaching the limit," Zavier called from his place with Mallik and some others. Avarie smirked and Lion shot him a look, part apprehensive and part disgusted, and headed back to join the rest.
Another few moments passed, the people bored, but no one left the area. Zavier soon called Avarie over to the group of lieutenants standing by the gate.
"Time's up," he shrugged helplessly. Avarie's grin was not complete, they all saw; he had aimed to win of course, but a
Stuff of DreamsA world of your own creation
Languidly lay by your desires,
Unrestricted, down to an apparition,
Fueled by a lost spirit's fires:
Bring darkness swifter by this night
On the beat of dragons' wings,
Let blade ring out in answer to plight
And show me castles, magics, kings:
Adventure, intrigue, haunt eyelids closed,
Ghosting smile, tight shut lips will rend;
Even eyes open, behind which sights reside untold;
All worlds, stories, as dreams, must end:
Reach out, young soul; grasp the warrior, bold,
And let not wakefulness mar your hold.
TenshiThat's right My heartbeat, it used to speed up whenever I came up here. I would be afraid to let go of the metalwork, afraid I would fall all that way. But so much has happened since I first came up here so many years ago.
Back then I promised myself that someday I would throw myself off this bridge without any fear. But every time things got bad enough for me to want to come back here, my heart still beat faster, and I knew I was still afraid to fall.
There was one time I came back. I was so upset, I didn't even care that my heart still sped up with nerves, because I wanted it to end so badly. I was about to throw myself off, fear or no fear, and he happened to be walking by. He leaned forward on the railing behind me and just watched. I remember still, he was all calm and lavender eyes and blowing silver hair, like a scene out of some mushy romance manga novel. He made me even more nervous.
I turned back to the edge and realized I couldn't take the step off, couldn't move at
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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