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Halloween Haiku (3-4)
1.Ghost of who we wereLiving in an insane worldNight before the fall2.Terror and hellscapesCrippling anxietiesUnworldly desires
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Halloween Poem (3)
A blazing wintery nightopens its ominous cold dead presence upon the bitterly frozen ground A foreboding storm slinks hauntinglyamongst the unforgiving windsShimmering crystals whip through the air into the icy bone-chilling lake Within the dismal lonely grey fog there comes an unearthly sound In the driven snow the ghost appearsUpon a winter’s squall Within the clouds the spirit's wailAwaiting the thunder’s call Lighting strikes into an AshAs her decaying leaves but fall The winds howl of a sacred tuneLost inside the delicate lightof the dying moon Vapors trails of fire and hailTurn into chasms where darkness dwells Black frozen rain descends onto the scorched earthAs Man just mumbles his final curse
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Halloween Poem (2)
With bewilderment and frustrationI lay in my bed and watch with fascinationas a three-foot spider slowly ascends upon my wallIt looks at me with evil concentrationand speaks in a voice filled with self-righteous, indignationabout the moral implicationsof life without salvationHissing lofty promises of eternal damnationfor everyone who doesn’t follow each and every wordThe spider states its strange proclamationlike some misbegotten orientationAnd suddenly I’m overcome with a sense of realizationI now must live in a worldwhere insects can speak and grow so largeWith a shaky voice, I assert a stuttering declarationwithout the slightest degree of external validationthis must be some kind of weird hallucination, I decideFor certainly spiders can neither talk nor grow this largeI pull the covers over my head in utter jubilationat my newly discovered revelationThere is no giant spider crawling on my wallI laugh with joyful contentmentSnickering in nervous apprehensionNo giant spider...Just the massive, tangled webthat now covers me in my bed
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Literature
Sorrows
I have fallen in my sorrowsI wonder if their mineDark catacombs of mortarI question where is time?Grasping walls for meaningthey melt within me nowHere was wisdombut now I sense deathpounding now within my breathI see my blood spilling on the floormy eyes are gleaming as if for moreThis is not meit cannot beI must have gone awayI look up, the sky is brownColors mean nothingthey never were foundSomeone speaks, the words are blurredI ask for direction or if any was knownThe same old familiar distancethat we had shared beforeStill, something inside of uskeeps us coming back for moreThis unacquainted longingfor what we lost beforeThis strange, familiar distancekeeps us searching, evermoreSun so beautifuland brightCascading waterscontent, delightOne last soundfor no ears to hearA sigh, a tearA fond Farewell
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Literature
Sunny Haiku
Sun rise from the seaIts tranquil waves comfort meOur world disappears
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Here and There
I could have been a speck of dust floating listlessly along inside a warm current of airDancing like tiny diamondsinside a ray of sunlight I could have been a raindrop that weaves a strange path down your car window And while you curse the storm tiny fingers would trace my way Believing in all the treasures those grown-ups never see I could have been an icicle dangling from a barn door dripping peacefully unto the hardwood floor I could have been the wisp of air that escapes from a Robin's breath flying far above toward destinations unknown I could have been something that mattered something substantial and real In jagged lines On the hard cement I see myself Pulsating Alternating between personalities Like a training wheel on my first bike I circle Trying hard to keep the balance but knowing I will inevitably fall In a warm pool Of water Glistening colors of oil Rising from the hot asphalt I lose myself In its hypnotic glow Ice incrusted emeralds Hidden deep within the eyes of steel I am there I stare at a Christmas tree That vanished decades ago I remember loving laughter the multi-colored lights twinkle I blink my eyes My tears taste salty Sweet, and dry Drinking vodka Staring up at orange snowflakes Falling down Around me Slowly lovingly engulfing me Where am I? How did I get here? Sometimes it seems like I’m nowhere Other times It’s like I’m hereThere and everywhere
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Cruel Haiku
Life is a cruel gameThat others have learned to playTo conquer your soul
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Prisons
She found his photograph in her purseShe had meant to throw it awaylike he had done to herWith a quick nervous glance, she tried to look to seeif her new boyfriend had noticedHe would go into a rage if he sawIt wasn’t her fault but that wouldn’t matterMen had always had control over her lifeIt wasn’t how she wanted itbut it was like she had traded herselfin hopes of feeling lovedOnce she was satisfied that her new boyfriendwasn’t paying attentionShe looked down at the picture of her former loverand remembered a sweet moment they had once sharedMaybe that’s all there was, she thoughtA few precious momentsin a sea of sadnessShe began to cryHer new boyfriend looked over and said:“What the fuck is your problem”?Sorry, she repliedAnd she was sorryThat she lived in a world of such menand even more so because she feltshe needed them to surviveWhen you never feelAt easeAll moments are awkwardEverything has double meaningsNo one can be trustedYou are always afraidIf you don’t know who you ourYou are constantly struggling to beSomething you are notAlways seeking outside validationTo comfort yourself insideOnly to findYou are nothingExcept, completely and utterly aloneWhere do you go?The question haunts you soNothing has ever felt rightIt’s like you never had a homeThere’s a shieldBetween yourselfAnd the worldPeople can’t get inBut neither can you get outYou’ve created your own prisonAnd each dayYou construct more wallsI see youI know youI can rescue youBut...First, I must free MYSELF
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Literature
Flower on the window sill
“Do not make me regret this”, Accalia says in her monotone voice to the young man standing next to him. Both of them are standing on a rooftop in a suburban neighborhood, looking down at the street below them, specifically watching a two-story house from across the street. The house isn’t big, but it is perfect for a small family. It is painted with a light yellow color, though time has already worn it out, and left the walls looking rather dilapidated. The houses are close to each other, all of them being divided by either wooden or bush fences high enough to give privacy to each yard. The sun is already setting behind the buildings, painting nearby rooftops with the bright colors of dawn. The dimness gives the two coelesters cover, but they make sure to remain next to a large tree that is hugging the side of the building they are standing on. They are not exactly easy to notice, but you can never be too sure. The young man with curly brown hair chuckles at his companion while watching a red car drive by down below and holding a pink flower in his hand.“Would you tell me what exactly is funny about this?”, she raises her voice at him, “Chael, you understand that if you were to be caught, there is no going back? If the organization captures you, I cannot save you again. In fact, you are risking both of our safety just by dragging us here.”“I know”, Chael says as he lets out a sigh. It is a risk coming here, but he believes long as they disappear fast in the cover of the dark, there will be no issues. Besides, if Accalia really thought it was that dangerous, she would not have let him come at all, let alone accompany him there. He can also see through her tough guy - or girl - act; as uncaring as she wants to pretend to be, he knows she came with him for a reason. She cares for both his safety and his emotions. He just wanted some peace of mind. After all, his whole family thought he was dead. Accalia thought the whole idea was stupid, having stated several times that even if he were to leave a sign somewhere, there is no way any of his family members would believe it was him. But Accalia doesn’t know his little sister like he does; she doesn’t know Abigail. In his heart, Chael knows that Abigail still believes in his promise, the promise he had made years ago, before he got captured.The memories flood Chael as he stands on top of the rooftop. He remembers a warm summer day, out in their grandma's yard. They had just come back from a funeral, the whole family tree mourning the loss of Chael’s and Abigail’s uncle. Abigail was swinging on a wooden swing which was hanging from an old maple tree, her curly light brown hair moving with the evening breeze. He was watching her, occasionally pushing her more speed. She was holding flowers in her left hand while holding onto the swing ropes with her right, making sure not to crush her flowers. The flowers were beautiful pink carnations.“Careful, you are going to fall and hit your head and break your flowers”, Chael lectures her.“No I won’t!” Agibail declares with a child’s naivety, clutching onto her favorite flowers.“Can’t say I didn’t warn you”, he chuckles and gives her another push on the swing. After a while of silent swinging, Chael’s little sister stops the swing and looks down at her flowers:“Hey, big bro?”“Yeah?”“You won’t leave me, right?”The question baffles him, and for a moment he doesn’t know what to say.“What kind of a question is that? Of course I won’t. Why did you even think I would?” He asks, slightly concerned and still confused.“Well, you know..”, she mumbles quietly, “uncle David..”“Oh”, Chael lets out, surprised by her. He did not think Abigail was affected that much by her uncle’s death; after all, his family barely saw him. The siblings’ father had a rough relationship with his brother and most often than not, he was not invited to family gatherings.After a moment of pondering how to answer her in a way that would not upset her, he answered: “Well, uncle David had health problems, you know. But just because he’s not here right now, doesn’t mean he’s gone. He’s still with us, watching us from above.”“But you didn’t answer my question!” Abigail says, stomping her foot on the ground to express her annoyance. Chael smiles, walking around the swing to stand in front of his little sister. He then goes down to his knee and looks Abigail directly in the eyes.“I won’t leave you, okay?” He tells her.“Ever?” She asks in response. Chael lifts his eyebrows slightly puzzled, very well knowing he can’t be there forever. But Abigail is way too young and naive to understand that - to understand that sometimes people do die or disappear, whether it comes as a surprise or not.“I will never leave you”, he finally tells her, taking her small hands into his, careful not to damage the carnations she is still holding.“You promise?” The little girl asks, looking up at his big brother’s eyes.“Yeah”, the curly-haired boy replies, “I promise.”Accalia nudges Chael, waking him up from his daydreams.“Come on, make it fast”, she orders him, making Chael shake his head. She can be really bossy, but he knows she is doing it for his own safety. He mumbles something along the lines of: “Yeah, yeah” as he walks to the edge of the house roof they are standing on. Accalia cautiously watches the surrounding area from her position, ready to signal for him to flee at any moment. Chael stretches his back and fixes his posture, then leaning forward a little until a pair of beguilingly beautiful white wings grow out of his back in an instant. They are large, still clearly bigger than Chael, even when tugged in. Swiftly the young man hops off the roof, the wings gliding him all the way to the yellow house in an elegant manner. He then makes his way around to the side of the house and flies high enough to place the pink flower on one of the second floor window sills. He then gives the window a quick knock, as he flies back down and hurries out of the yard.Accalia shakes her head annoyed as Chael makes his way back onto the roof, with the help of his wings, of course.“We did not agree on the knock”, she spits out and gives her companion a dangerous stare.“How else was she gonna notice it?” He asks in response, which just makes her expression deepen. The young man chuckles at her and starts making his way to the other side of the roof, beckoning her to follow him back to where they came from. However, both of their faces turn when they hear the window of the yellow building open. A hand grabs the flower from the sill, and instinctively Accalia grabs to pull Chael to hide in the tree with her, just before an excited girl looks out the window.“Chael!” A girl yells out as she looks around her surroundings. Chael’s body twitches to move back into the open and respond to the girl, but his companion forces him to stay in hiding. They both know showing themselves will only cause trouble, as if this small gesture already wasn’t bad enough. So, Chael has to suck up his feelings as the girl’s excited smile wades away and she goes back inside. The young man clutches at his chest and sighs, mumbling the name Abigail. As heartless as usual, Accalia grabs Chael and pulls him away with her. They make their way off the roof and start heading back, away from Chael’s childhood home.A girl with curly long hair looks down at her hands, where she is holding a pink carnation. She has a puzzled expression on her face, still trying to decide on what to do. She turns to look back out the window, but decides to finally close it, figuring she wasn’t going to get a response no matter how much she yelled. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and says loudly: “MOM, DAD! Chael visited me!” As she starts making her way out of her room down the stairs, despite very well knowing they would never believe her.“What?” A man replies from downstairs.“Chael brought me my favorite flower!” She declares, but in response only receives annoyed grunts from her parents.“Dear, we have discussed this. Chael is no longer with us”, a woman in the living room says when the girl finally makes her way downstairs.“Yes he is, look!” The girl replies and excitedly shows her mother the flower. The mother just shakes her head disapprovingly, leaving her daughter to hold the flower to her chest.“I know he is..”, she says quietly, “he promised.” #originalcharacter #oc #fantasy #concept #characterconcept #originalstory #originaldesign #story #shortstory #novel #originalspecies #potrait #read #god #godlypower #immortal #literature #writer #writing #wingedcharacter #wings #angelwings #literaturewriting #flowers #writtenstory #fiction #fictional #fantasycharacter #fantasycreatures
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Twilight
Somethings just aren’t meant to lastthe brightest fires burn out too fastTwilight twinkles like a swordthat we have cast into each other’s soul Will we wonder?in the endWhat happened to the magic? we once shared Everything now feels a little upside down I mean it feels like everything has been turned around What seems so right feels wrong somehowJust like being lost feels like you've just been found Everything feels like it's coming down the more we built it up The more it crumbles to the ground When sadness overwhelms you Your heart feels like a stone I'll be there for you You never are alone When your dreams begin to wane and you feel only the weight of defeat Just call out my name sweetheart I'll be there in a heartbeat When you feel cold and empty The only color you see is grey Please remember these words I love you Forever and a day In our final breaths will we finally know? We once held all the possibilitiesOf something better than youand much more important than me
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Literature
Woke Haiku
Awake from the “Woke"Become one with the onenessThere is only “Us”...
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Crazy Haiku
You are not crazyUntil you think they are sanethen you aren’t the same
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Another Haiku
Pain we must endureFor a love to make us changeTo become ourselves
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Different
Old soldier, please come homeFor the war is long overand you are now fighting alone Painful, surely it will beto shed your armor with dignity Having no clue on what might be revealedBravely still fighting armiesthat never were there Old soldier, please come homeYour loved ones are waitingPlease don't leave them alone Shall I now write some pretty words?Words that are hard to pronounce but lovely when heard Or shall I lie?For lie, we all must dobut from these lies what terrible truths are told So let us be silent you and I But others may misconstrue,and think we're being rude Where then should we go?and what then should we say? We must be different you and Ifor others seem to converse just fine Yes, but such strange discourseDo you know what they imply? Then we're different you and I?If we're different should we change? What then will we speak ofwhen we are all the same? Do I dare to toss a pebble into this motionless sea?Or shall I just walk away? Secure in the knowledge that these waterswere never meant for me
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So, you are a god?
“So”, she says as she looks around, switching between each coelesters’s face curiously, finally stopping at Accalia’s confoundingly light blue eyes, who raises her eyebrow in anticipation of her next words.“You are a God?” she asks the leader of the coelesters. If Accalia is the embodiment of the Greek goddess Athena, that must mean she is a god too, she thinks. Besides, these coelesters harness superhuman powers and are reborn when their body dies. That has to make them gods - right?Accalia lets out a dry scornful laugh, slightly amused by her words.“No, I am not a God”, Accalia finally answers her.“What? I don’t understand. What are you supposed to be then?” she asks, extremely confused and pacing back and forth between all the coelesters in the room.“Humans think that I..”, she says, “.. that we are Gods.” Accalia looks around the room and slightly gestures towards the other god embodiments. “In the eyes of you (humans), our powers may seem godly. However, a god would be immortal, but we in fact are not immortal beings. We are born, we live and we die”, Accalia pauses as her gaze returns back to her, “Therefore - we are not gods.”“But, I thought you are reborn whenever you die?”“Yes, but eventually the touch of death will catch up to each one of us, and take us to the afterlife without the opportunity to be born again. We are not unkillable.”She is as confused and dazzled as she was before, which does not surprise Accalia. She is just a human, not capable of understanding such things.“You humans cannot comprehend such powers. You are so bound to the rules of your own world and science that anything supernatural outside of it cannot exist. That is the unfortunate fact of your people, thus you can only try to and imagine the depths of our kind and power. However, in the end, you will never be able to truly understand”, Accalia continues and pauses for a second, “Though, neither will we. Not completely at least.” /// Short story regarding my #coelester saga /// #originalcharacter #oc #fantasy #concept #characterconcept #originalstory #originaldesign #story #shortstory #novel #originalspecies #potrait #read #god #godly #power #immortal...
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Over the Moon: Literature (Volume #57)


tetheredthe tethers are breaking
frayed strands
snapping
and i am drifting
farther off the shore
into a blue wild
i don't know
who i am.
i don't know
how to rebind the tether
holding me
to reality
to
life.
yesterday someone told me
that i am strong
capable
and brave
and i wish i could
tether myself
to whatever
mirage
she sees
i wish
a lot of things
alone
in the night
when everyone else
sleeps
and i am floating
watching the strands
break
and slipping a little farther
every moment
where will the waves
take me
when the tether
is gone?
Shadow of a MemoryI fear I’m living lies, I’m far from the truth
But if I question them, I fear everything I’ll lose
But I see a shadow of a memory
I can’t remember the faces
But I know they’re always there
Beside me in different spaces
I dream into the nighttime
But the pieces don’t make sense
And no one seems to understand
Or let me give them a chance
They say push it away dear
Those dreams they aren’t real
They’re just magical illusions
So forget how they make you feel
Because chasing shadows in the night
Will not keep us safe
So move along you silly child
those fantasies you must erase
Yet still I sing about them
And write them in a song
I paint them in pretty colors
I plan to prove them wrong
A shadow of a memory
Has more to it than that
And I will learn about it
And I state that as a fact
Try to stop me if you can
I bet you never will
Learn to control this girl again
So take that bitter pill
Because this precious heart you cannot kill
A cerulean birdA cerulean bird gave me its dying song,A subtle aria taken from its small heart,A sweet secret it kept in its flesh for so long,The musical design of a beautiful chart.I saw my mind burning, my eyes flying insideUnder the influence of this sad melody;I touched the carnal soul, the unlimited hideOf this majestic beast which had eaten the sea.The time broke its clockwork, I lost my mortal selfUnder the canopy of this angelic flowwhich took me from my skin to change me in some elfWith a lute in his chest and a celestial glow.I was dressed in music, a rainbow complexionWhich protected my world in its isolation.
NightthingYou give form to the shadows shifting in the night Give voice to the whispers You put knives in the hands of lunatics Let silence have sound, all saliva and gums Confuse giants who gibber and titter and topple You madden children till they're chaotic Draw ink on your face with ill intent And with a creeping smile I know deep deep down Down down I'll be next... The organizationThey had this way, of “showing up”, and it was always in “places”“Outside the law, judiciary”, “above and beyond any government”"subverting, re-directing", that and those not given "approval"They dressed as if the belonged to “the organization”but you wouldn’t get any more namesworthy than that “operators on the arrest”, ones at all timesnever seeming to restinfinite in location and number….I knew that many of them began looking like “those who went missing”but “came back eventually”as I track their trails but un-earth nothing….…what is this grip that now binds me….?Where is this….….where…oh god….where am I?Why am I so bound? Shackled, unable to move?Gloved palms stretching my mouth placing, putting something in an agent for an agents making I am beginning to lose my reasoning….I believe…it shall not belong….…before you begin seeing me around….….as one of them….….”showing up”so to speak….So help you…if you cross our collective path….... Way of the World“Your Highness?” The king jolted out of his thoughts as he glanced at the knights to the side and his advisor waiting with troubled eyes. “Yes? Sorry, was lost in my thoughts. What is it?” he asked. The advisor fidgeted uncomfortably before he spoke.
“The magician is…” Alarm shot through him and he straightened his slouching posture.
“If he’s here, send him in. If he’s ill, tend to him.” The advisor bowed as the king stood up. Waving his hand in front of him, he could see that the magician was once more rushed to the room that would take care of him. With a growl, he dispersed the image as he teleported to the area. The magician shrugged off everyone and did a wobbly bow.
“My liege,” he rasped as he grinned cheekily.
“You already know my name and I gave you permission to use it.”
“Of course, Lord Edmay. Still, why the- ooo….” He collapsed once more and everyone, including Edmay,


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