The Wind's StoryThey lay deep in the groundThe Wind's Story by ~sarpoeday
Not making even a sound
The two love with unchanging hearts
Emotions frozen in place
Solid as stone
Sometimes, if you walk past that stone, you may hear echoes of soft, now dry, cracking lips, followed by used up voices carried in the wind.
One could say they're at peace
Others may say they were tragically ceased
With complacent hollows, they stare into echother's eyes
Forever reading into the other's truths and lies
Sometimes, if you walk past that stone, you may hear with another's ears or feel anothers pulsing, now parched fingers in your own, carried by the wind.
Some might say it's perfect love
Dear Daisy There once was a daisy, so grand and tall, her healthy green figure stood against the wind, holding up her golder face, lit with golden eyes, always full of curiousity and surprise. Her lovely face was adorned with a wreath of creamy, snow colored petals. Each morning, after a long coal black night, her petals would open up to reveal her radiant face back to the knoweledge the smiling sun poured upon her each day. This dear Daisy, was once just a tiny pebble too.Dear Daisy by ~sarpoeday
The wind and rain were her birth. She was hidden in the deep until the earth was prepared for her presense. She waited far into the unseen, for so long. Finally, the day
A letter to the future generations of IT.My Dear Children,A letter to the future generations of IT. by ~sarpoeday
Before the cold came
in synchronized motion,
The motion pulsed the earth around.
Before it all began,
before it all came,
before we all knew.
Now you stand frozen in the black,
frost on your faces,
recovering from the violent attack,
one of our own,
one inflicted on our home.
We were all alive,
nothing you have ever known.
There was a bond,
and unbreakable bind,
or so we thought,
before we were all bought.
IT couldn't run dry,
it just wasn't right.
so massive, it shook the mountains,
so immense, it shook us from our flesh.
We rose up from it.
Yes, my children, IT.
IT which once existed.
The Book of DreamsThere is a book, they say, a book that is covered by legends that continue to spin around it, an endless tale…never to be seen, never to be read. Its entire existence is a myth, clad in ancient stories, told from mouth to mouth, never to be written down.The Book of Dreams by ~MoonlitRaindrops
There are no documents about it, you wouldn’t be able to find data about it at any remote place of earth and yet everyone knows its existence, deep within the soul.
That book is called the book of dreams.
It is said it shows you everything you’ve dreamt at any time, for everything and everyone. The dreams you’re said to dream every night but have forgotten every mo
There Was A TimeAnother day,There Was A Time by *That-Krimzon-Stain
As the clock moves forward,
A precious gift,
A soft caress,
As the clock begins to unwind,
I look forward,
Not knowing what I'll find
And in time I will learn to breathe...
In time I will learn how to believe...
A warning sign,
Don't cross the line
I know if I try a little,
I'll be just fine
So turn the page
A longing sigh,
A kiss good-bye
A feeling lives,
A feeling dies
I want to hide my heart way,
And just cry...
And in time, I will learn to love again...
In time I will learn to live...
The Point of Clear Vision19__-01, Point of Clear VisionThe Point of Clear Vision by ~queuentity
I am unsure of what day it is that I am writing to you. It must be no particular time at all. There is something about this place that makes me believe so. How static it seems to be how indifferent. How unchanging.
It has been many nights since I boarded and left land and life behind I had not then thought that it would be forever. No, I cannot account for the number of days I have spent on this frail, failing old ship there has until this day been no daylight whatsoever to light my way or keep my time in these eerily calm, invisible waters. Invisible, yes; I can see nothing for