Thump. Beat.Follow the sound of your heartbeat.
For there, there shall always be a rhythm.
It will not sound like any sound you have heard before.
Yet you will know every volume
As if you had been hearing the same song for every day of your life
Since you first gasped.
And the beat began.
SshRace to the beating trail of your own heart,Listen to the own sound of your feet running for the abyssful wonder of a dream,Look to the flight of your wings in your eyes that are always searching with the clouds high above, Feel the bliss of your puffing breath gasps of leaving the world of black and white to chase after a red butterfly.And Ssh as you learn to know the gentle screaming voice around you, the words the voice are you, learning not lost, but searching.
Sadness in the StormRain drops trickle down upon my eyes, my eyes that burn with a sadness and spread in the raindrops like a fire that has lost it's hold,scolding my cheeks in it's fury,
I think it has spread to my heart thus well.
Thunder sounds it's roar, and deafens the ears of the other creatures near,drowning my saddened & forgotten cries in its immortal ecstasy, so we may mask our voices together.
The lightless shadows of the forbidding clouds, plague the path I walk upon and swallow the presence I think is me in there gently dark curtains.
The lightning stretches it being across the sky to strike down fear of passers by, so that no one but the storm will brave my side.
The Wind howls through the mountains and tree's just to embody me in it's grasp, bringing with it the whispers of the world.
My path is shaded in a yellowish hue, lit by a thousand lightning bugs,they show me the way while I am lost,the path upon this floating field of gold I walk.
Imagination of Prettier DayI sit here now and stare I may, I can't imagine, A prettier day. The storm clouds are comeing & sunshine day is turning way. Moonlight is rising, the fairies they come to play, dancing & frolicking in a music you cannot hear, Poisen Ivy is becoming a flower and death is playing chess with god this hour.Checkmate they say as a dragon is saved & a man becomes a slave, Madness is strolling in the midnight hues hunting for a victim both old and new. Here comes the devil, fashioned in light,Caring with him, an invisible fright, an unwinable fight. The nymphs are drowning in there own lake, such a shame, I guess they'll be late. Mother nature is having tea with a human this eve, my oh my, what a party! Dancer and Prancer are playing pranks, while santa picks out a new pair of sleys. Sorrow and Pain, one and the same, are walking the planks for the pirate queen Shanks. Succubis is playing with all the men as they follow her in her flanks, the dead are rising and pigs are flying, a werewolf is
The Rose and It's GuardianLong ago there was a Guardian, who was told that he was to forever guard over and protect a rose.
In a grassy valley surrounded by the forest, a single tree grew in it's middle and by it the rose, and it was there the Guardian sat. In snow, In leaves, In wind, in heat... never onc
The Gentlemans Dance
A Goddess of fire and spice, the Goddess Coriander danced in the night, all who would see her would run with fright, but one gentlemen on a moonlight night, took out his hand to the lady, the Goddess, upon the broken stones, and asked her for a final dance, a single romance. The night was there music the moon there spotlight, the graves there audience and there hearts the witness's of the night the gentleman, danced with the Goddess for a single night.
Long ago in ancient times there was a Goddess that weighed the fates. She did it without mercy and cared not how they screamed when her fates dealed low. She cared not a single teardrop. That is until came the time she was to pass judgment upon a small child, a girl with fire ember hair. She had stolen bread from a market nearby and for this the goddess, cruel as she was, sentenced, and fated her to die. She expected the girl to cry, to plead for life, to fall upon her knees as death embraced her face. But she didn't! Instead she reached out her hand and touched the Goddess upon her face and smiled without disgrace as her small figure turned into the first snowflakes of winters rain. And the goddess, being the cruel fater she was, cried ice, for the first time.
Feeling for the first time so terrible and sad, she gathered the snow from which she had fated the girl and layed them into her scales, freezing in time forevermore, so they may never melt away.... and she turn hersel
Bleeding love in this heartless realm, bleeding in a body that is suppose to be cold, no love, nor hate, only time, only wait. I searched the stars a thousand times and saw nothing but flashing lights like the bright city street life, they all are the same, I am without a name. Fear and death, love and pain , hand and hand, nothing to be gained. The wish to fly, the desire to swim, the desire to be, greedy aren't we. Leaves from the cherry tree drifting through, silently, unlike you, so like me. A stare is spared but is forgotten as the bell tolls a second has passed. Future and present, past and unknown, knowledge we want , time we need. Dreams and hopes are all we have, bread and butter isn't shared, love me or hate me, the options of life. but I, for either, choose neither, I care not a single breath. stare and stare is all I shall do, but in the end, I am just You.
Moonlit Night Were have you gone, my Moonlit Night.
I am waiting here again, yet another night, under forest shadows, the midnight summer mist and forgotten wisps, surrounding me. I am waiting here for you. I cannot utter a word as the silent hours go by, the fairies and things of dream filled nights, dance around me for hope of a smile, but I only get lonelier and sadder with the sound of a wolf howl so far, so near. An illusion, that you are here. I can only speak one word of how these nights feel, but will you hear me? Or am I just an echo, never reaching. I don't know, but I do know, brother, I miss you so.
A random revelationIf ever God makes up his mind to trash me in hell..?
Without a question, worry or care,
I'll walk down there.
I can't believe it.
I gave them a reason.
I know I don't belong, Yet I'm with them for no reason.
I'm hard to understand, they're easy to explain.
But I speak the truth of them they call me insane.
You say I'm problem when I am the victim.
You are fucked up ones, my story is a sitcom.
No, more like a drama because that's all you guys give me.
My mind is shattered, yall beat then I'm battered.
It's the injuries I receive that you guys never see.
I hide my feelings from you guys, because yall seem to criticize,
That I am always the different and you believe I have no life.
I did at one point, but now I have died.
You guys came in the picture and became parasites.
I am your host, you guys cannot see.
You fill me sadness, and it eats at me.
I cannot take it, my heart, you all have breaked it.
My love is what take, it will be yall I will forsake.
She was the only one, who could show me love.
Mom is right about Shania, a little angel fr
I'm always there...I'm always there when you fell, yet you say you were fine,
I'm always there when you feel lonely, yet you say you just wanted it
I'm always there when you got hurt, yet you decline my help
I'm always there when the world is against you, yet you never notice me...
I'm always there, always, yet...you never say hi to me....
I'm always there...why can't you see me, even if you're not trying?..
I'm always there....always...
Macht der BuchstabenMacht der Gedanken? Gedankenmacht?
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Was du gesagt hast, kannst du nicht mehr zurückholen.
Das gesprochene Wort hat eine Schwingung.
Es ist frei, es schwingt, es verändert...
Was ist mit der Schwingung des gedachten Wortes?
Was ist mit der Schwingung des geschrieben Wortes?
Des gelesenen Wortes?
Des geträumten Wortes?
Wo fängt es an, wo hört es auf?
Wer hat die Macht?
Wann muss ich beginnen mich zu fürchten?
© Denise Barth, Nov. 2014
To the OneTo the one who wrote this:
1. Not scared of anything
2. Terrible/abused childhood
3. Impresses Scourge/Bone
4. Invited/forced to join Bloodclan (still not scared)
5. Terrorizes the rest of the clan
6. Gains worship of kits
7. Resented by other cats
8. Attempted assassination by other cats
9. Argues with Bone and 'amuses' Scourge
And 10... made the DEPUTY. Of BLOODCLAN. On her first day there. Because she MOUTHED OFF to SCOURGE.
Look kid, anyone with half a brain could realize that he would kill her. He tried to kill Violet just because she was living with Barley. You can scream and cry and protest all you want, but she's a stereotypical over-used Mary-Sue with a boring background and a boring future.
First of all, Petal is not a Mary-Sue, she is a character I based on MY LIFE, her family and her past is my family and my past. Second of all, some people aren't afraid of everything, I am an example of that. Third, Scourge nor Bone were impressed with h