anda hear a lonesome bird call as anda wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, anda can taste rain in the air.
Fell it on the breeze.
But anda don't care, anda keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever lebih sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here anda arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few lebih steps have anda standing in the center of an earthy ring. anda are surrounded sejak stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as anda do. And others have been tampered sejak the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. anda haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder atau two. anda don't even pay the boulders much mind, but anda notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the hari protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. anda have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are berkata to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. anda know this because the Pari-pari have told you. anda had followed them here.
But they have not told anda why.
Somehow anda get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For lebih and lebih skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them lebih woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. anda breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, anda can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
Fell it on the breeze.
But anda don't care, anda keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever lebih sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here anda arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few lebih steps have anda standing in the center of an earthy ring. anda are surrounded sejak stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as anda do. And others have been tampered sejak the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. anda haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that has them looking like a wooden version of a feathered war bonnet.
The land is very nearly empty of everything else, save for a boulder atau two. anda don't even pay the boulders much mind, but anda notice the twin-protector seals. Three vertical slashes and a horizontal line through the middle with a dot on the bottom corner--the hari protector. And on the other rock are four horizontal lines with two diagonal slashes through the middle and a dot on the upper corner--the night protector. They glow faintly orange. Someone has left the feather of a white faced owl--bound with the stem of heather--at the foot of the stone. anda have arrived at your destination.
A few early rising fireflies are already gathering at the base of the stumps. These are berkata to be the spirits of the faefolk. Of the elven. Of the nymphs and druids. And of the trees themselves. That makes sense, after all, that's what this place is...
A graveyard for the kin of the forest. For natures purest creations. anda know this because the Pari-pari have told you. anda had followed them here.
But they have not told anda why.
Somehow anda get the feeling that the forest and the magic are dying. For lebih and lebih skeletal structures seem to be pooping up on the hillside with their billowing smoke and grating noises. And with them lebih woodsy structures erect here in the clearing. anda breathe in, resin fills your nostrils, anda can practically taste it. But there's something else.
Something is laced in the mist.
It's poison.
The old world is dying and you're standing on its resting ground.
The drizzle grows into a shower.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope anda enjoy.
Read to the rhythym anda would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat sejak his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the seterusnya time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope anda enjoy.
Read to the rhythym anda would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat sejak his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the seterusnya time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two sejak fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Cinta to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the Ros are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two sejak fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Cinta to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the Ros are dying
I remember the times of the i Cinta you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But anda come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights anda stayed.
The child in me, from the times anda loved me.
The debt anda owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time anda spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that anda are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when anda apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But anda come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights anda stayed.
The child in me, from the times anda loved me.
The debt anda owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time anda spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that anda are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when anda apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
I'm sat at home
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt lebih than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Cinta me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Cinta him, but his Cinta is dim
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt lebih than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to Cinta me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I Cinta him, but his Cinta is dim
He gives me sight,
Saves me from evil's bite,
Holds me when I cry,
Always sejak my side.
My last breath is taken and telah diberi to him,
He saves me from the storm I'm in,
He saves me and calls me his,
Have him when I'm in a crisis.
Jesus is everything.
Everything to me,
Helping me see,
Stealing my heart,
Oh how I hate being apart.
Stand here and be moved sejak him,
To feel him in my veins,
To feel him inside of me.
My friend,
My helper,
The great shrink,
I am proud to be part of his link.
Blown away sejak his grace,
Blessed sejak his mercy,
Oh how he carries.
Holds every tear in his hand,
Wipes away our sorrows,
For a better tomorrow.
It’s raining on my window pane,
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up atau down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, anda don’t like him.
Boredom, anda wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
anda get in trouble when looking for fun,
anda get so tired when the hari is done.
Soon as anda get in bed,
anda remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
anda should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up atau down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, anda don’t like him.
Boredom, anda wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
anda get in trouble when looking for fun,
anda get so tired when the hari is done.
Soon as anda get in bed,
anda remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
anda should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.