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The spirits’ world knows no bounds.
With crisp mountains and lush rose gardens.
But it’s not a word spirit’s job to stay here.
They come to Earth without a trace.
And when they bond with humans,
That’s when they become visible.
But only to the human they bond with,
And even then they are not truly visible.
The spirit whispers tales into its human’s ear;
Tales only they can hear.
Tales so brilliant,
They become a masterpiece.
And so their bond is forever.
With crisp mountains and lush rose gardens.
But it’s not a word spirit’s job to stay here.
They come to Earth without a trace.
And when they bond with humans,
That’s when they become visible.
But only to the human they bond with,
And even then they are not truly visible.
The spirit whispers tales into its human’s ear;
Tales only they can hear.
Tales so brilliant,
They become a masterpiece.
And so their bond is forever.
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
Literature
Feel it
I have given every sacrifice bled, lost freedom, became a monster just to protect you
Used every skill in human condition which we both know I qualify as an expert. Staying in captivity top three fears of life ( number 1. Become a sandwich number 2. Spiders and number 3. Held captive for any reason if escape was possible!
I laid in a drug haze in the prettiest cage with the key in my hand
My mentor saying hold on the cages break all of them even if you lose the key.
One reason for all this
To prove my love for you is existential everlasting not able to lose not even if you accidentally smothered me to death!
So fuck you I won't die just
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Word Spirits, a type of muse, and commonly reffered to as a muse. They are a spirit, born of a distant universe. When a word spirit reaches a certain age, it begins to roam the human world in search of a human to bond with, no matter how young the human. When the spirit bonds finally, the human gains a talent; painting, writing, drawing, music, any kind of talent. When a spirit bonds, it will begin to tell the human stories in order to nuture the human's abilities. But a word spirit cannot be seen by humans, so usually they'll stay invisible in the human world. It is against the word spirits' laws to let a human see them.
I thought it was a neat concept, and actually kinda makes sense.
I thought it was a neat concept, and actually kinda makes sense.
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This explains a lot, actually