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Kites in the WindThe spirits of The Over-verse
They play with creation
And we play with them
For they are our other selves
They manipulate words
Of wisdom, love, joy
And even of the ugly, like hatred
But the spirits never care
Because words to them
Are like kites in the wind
Interconnected LivesEach life is a world
Under the same sky
(Or so a certain story told me that.)
Affects each other’s worlds
Maybe someone can make it rain there
Or make the sun shine
Maybe one life can cause a tornado
Of anger, fear, or anxiety
But that’s the beauty of each life
Each connection is different
Perhaps if I could imply
That even strangers affect us
Our planet’s an interconnected universe
And connected very well, too
So cherish the presence of those around you
Because they are the reason your life is not dull
The Snow FlowerThe ice and snow decorate the cove.
Under a pinkish moonlight
The faeries play and dance
While thousands of coloured fireflies fill the night sky.
All the creatures surround a bud withstanding the cold
And the moon shoots a beam, a spotlight, down to them.
Under the pink spotlight the rose begins to bloom.
The tiny cheers fill the air;
The spectacle is worth a cheer
A beautiful wild rose standing upon a barren, icy cliff
The entire faerie village
Gains life anew from this flower.
That dream I had last night, you see,
Was of that very night
I don’t know where or when this happened…
But something tells me they’ll be alright.
TreasureLove is simply a treasure
Lusted by all
No matter if you’re rich or poor
But only those who work for it
Will be rewarded with it
But don’t get too greedy
Or it will wither
Like the golden rose that it is
The Moonlit ForestThe Winter Solstice
Silent and dark
Only lit by the full moon
Becoming a forest of silver
There’s a break in the silver forest
The pale light turns to gold
By the hands of the village ahead
Dressed in a Festival of Lights
A light of cheer in the dark, silent night
You Only Mask the PainCursed liquid
I don’t want you.
But I need you
I need you to ease the tempest
The tempest that many evil souls have caused
What’s the point
I’ll only get used to you
And the scar left by years of torture
Will continue to hurt again
I wish I didn’t need you
You’re only a bandage to the wound
Left by the knife that was in me for years
You only mask the pain
(This is not the help I want...)
Fairy of the Wakewind Chapter 5 (unfinished)Viola woke up in the middle of the night that night. She was still on the beach. Looking around, she stretched. The colorful stars were shining brightly, reflecting on the now calm waters of the ocean. It was a marvelous sight to behold. Viola sneezed. She was a little wet from where she laid down in the water. Shivering, she looked around for somewhere to get dry. She turned around to see a large boulder that was not there before. On the boulder was the same but different text, followed by different text in English and a hand print.
If you have a pure heart, lay your hand upon this rock to open the seal and uncover a secret.
“Interesting...” Viola reached for the device. It was finally working. “Hey, Alice?”
“What are you doing, Viola?” Alice yawned from the device. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“Is the cave you found supposed to have a big boulder in front of it?” Viola asked.
“I don’t think s
Starlight ChildrenThe stars
The meteor shower begins
Marking the beginning
Of something much greater
As a kid I used to watch the stars constantly
Whenever they were out
I’d look out the window
I don’t know why
They always seems nostalgic to me
I’m apparently not the only one
The stars seem nostalgic to hundreds of others my age
I wonder what secrets they hold
Are they distant worlds like one story says?
Or are they the newly departed like another says?
Meanwhile the final battle begins
And upon the chosen hero’s triumph
He discovers it’s already too late
Because a new chapter has begun
Those that reminisce at the stars have begun to fight
A visit to TomWell, my friend...
You made it -
upon your grave -
in the fridge
us year round
or is it just
in our hearts.
in the night...
it will be
Judgementi sat there and watched you with
tears prickling my
but i dared not to cry
not with them looking right at
their eyes showed a horrible judgment
that seemed to swallow me
the darkness of the aura
around them sucked
oh god i hated them.
the first man questioned you
he didn't care what happened to
he wanted this to be over
his words were at a drone
he filed the papers before him
as if he had nothing
better to do
i know what he thought of
i clenched my fists
i wouldn't hold anyone’s hand
as i watched this unfold.
the woman cared
she cared about what happened
she knew what she wanted
her tone was that of a
mother who's child
she wanted the truth
but she wouldn't believe
the one we gave her
it was plain to see
i gritted my teeth
i wanted to scream but that
wouldn't help anything.
the last man wanted to get
the truth out of you
his eyes were not kind
but his words were und
The Mountains of SnowI lost my love to the mountains of snow
once he came up, he never returned.
stories spread across the Town,
three poor souls, never to be found.
a sharpened shovel , lit fire
starved Wolves, and A set wire.
my love waS found, beaten and marred,
his face indistinguishable and charred.
i lost my loves to the Mountains of snow
once they came up, thEy never returned.
ScreamSo I'll stand and yell it to the ceiling
to celebrate the fact that i'm alive and breathing.
I'll take your hand to try and share this feeling.
The only thing I can do is stand and scream.
"I still fucking love you."
And hope it starts the healing.
A Deaf Poet"A Deaf Poet"
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
+Not being able to hear
The sounds of morning or night,
Not being able to appear
On stage in the spot light.
+Sadness being brought upon him,
As he can't hear the music vibrating in his ears.
All the love for the sounds of life grow dim
And stirring inside his mind, all of his fears.
+He won't be able to hear all those precious tones
Of their dear voices.
Feeling as if all he has to depend on is his weak bones,
To keep him moving forward with all these little choices.
+The wind blows heavily and the thunder roars ferociously,
But he doesn't notice.
Except the rain pouring outside, he awaiting cautiously
For the crackling lightning to strike, rather hopeless.
+He won't hear your breath against his neck,
Nor the beating of his own heart.
The emptiness he already had, t'was just a speck,
But it had grown and his warmness shall depart.
+His pain is loosening, breaking free
Of his mind, letting lose all the insanity
That he has sealed up inside
Because.Because thank you isn't enough
because I'm Sorry won't solve a thing.
Because I'm too short
or too tall
or too skinny
or too fat.
Because it just doesn't work that way
because somethings can't be changed
Because when you
spend a lot of time
writing the word
on a sheet of
white lined paper
you just begin to realize things.
Because saying 'because'
won't help you in life.
Because you just have to do it.
Because you just need to get up.
Because you just got to go somewhere.
Because we should stop doubting ourselves and
because we should only try our best.
Because life is too short.
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
-My thoughts alter
Of each passing day.
They never stay identical.
-At a single moment
They could be cordial, charming, or gratifying.
Then they could alter drastically
Into thoughts of outrageous things.
-They could go from endearing, delightful and virtuous,
To homicidal and barbaric.
Thoughts of inspiration and aspiration,
To murderous and torturous plotting.
-I could think that I like someone,
Thinking they are full of elegance, charm, and intensity,
To insufferable, ghastly beings of this Earth.
Drastically altering my mood along with my thoughts.
-All is well at one moment,
And then all is heart breaking at another.
Becoming aware no one really cares.
People who are supposed to support you, disrespect you immensely.
-My thoughts alter when I fall and no one is there for me to lean on.
I think that they are caring people,
Then disrespectful, low pieces of debris
That animals urinate all over.
-My thoughts alter all the time.
Wolf in sheep's clothingWe create our own demons
Provide the sparks for our own madness
We sacrifice TRUTH for IDEALS...
And at times IDEALS for TRUTH...
..or perhaps unnaturally...
Are we sane?
Or are we simply victims of a delusion that we've so desperately wanted to be fact
Life is CHAOS...
Because it's unending...
Because it's unchanging...
..It is ORDER.
It has become the norm of our lives
It's a wound in the lives of all who are still breathing
Rise up and disrupt the natural order of this world...
Create some TRUE CHAOS...
Make this world better...
You wolves in sheep's clothing..
You SHEEP in WOLVES' clothing...
Don't throw your soul away...
Don't become savage...
Don't lose your gentleness...
Don't lose you
I Hope. I Wish. I Dream."I Hope. I Wish. I Dream."
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
+When I'm at home,
Surrounded by the soft, low sounds of music,
I can't help but feel lonely & empty..
All the sparks have left my soul,
Along with everything else it seems.
+I desperately want someone
In my life to help me get better,
And to be there for me always.
Who ever that may end up to be,
I want to cherish them forever.
+And I wish to be by his/her side each passing day.
My only dream is to have everlasting happiness
Til the rest of my days
With that one soul other than my own..
I hope. I wish. I dream.
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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