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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 2:37 am
046. Suicide Notes
There once was a child
It had a crocked smile
Forgotten by family
Left forgotten by all
It continued to flourish
It accepted no death
Whatever it was wishing
It continued to stand tall
Darkness has stalked it
Wherever it went
Darkness had followed it
Watched as it learned - as it grew
But soon it despaired
Soon it fell ill
Soon its light perished
Soon die it will
Not by the hand of another
Not by fate’s decree
Not by the anger of nature
Not because it flees
It finds its end by iron and sorrow
Darkness was watching it
As its bleeding eyes became hollow
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 2:56 am
047. Emotional Paranoia
Why do you keep following me?
Did I not suffer enough?
Why do you keep smiling at me?
Why giving me that warmth and love?
I cower here - in the dirt and the ashes
I weep and mourn - in the Dark that once felt like home
I remember your laughter - but your voices are silent
I remember the pain when the blade hit your bone
You perished here
You fled from my embrace
You both know me so well
You always did
But now I am stuck - struggle against hell
What did he do?
What did he force me to do?
Why did it come to this?
But now I look upon the world
You both stayed with me
You never speak - never talk
But your smiles take the grieve from me
But are you both really still there?
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 3:24 am
048. Missing Puzzle Pieces
“Did you ever asked yourself?”, the mage muttered while walking around the pike. Turon looked at him, disturbed by his tune. “What if the words of the past are lies?”, he muttered. “What are you babbling about, Elminster?”, Blade squeaked from the back of the hall, sitting on the dirty stairway. “Just look at it.”, Luos explained and pointed around the small chamber, “Torture within the halls of Metal, the Heart of Darkness within our hand, the Tale of Nine becoming reality and a prophet speaking of the return of the Darklord. The signs are everywhere. Something is wrong. Someone has been hiding the truth. Eternity alone has the answer.” “And we are out to find it.”, Shimar nodded understanding. “But can we?”, Luos asked him, “Can we stop what has been hidden from all since centuries?” “Don’t know, Elminster.”, the boy said and stood up, smiling with confidence, “But I sure as hell know that I will not back away from it. Now more than ever.”
~Ages of Agony – Page 945, Book I – Chapter 29 – “The Black Hordes Return - Fall of the Silver City”~
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 1:56 am
049. Black Balloon
I wait up here on my hill
Watching the sky and the clouds
Long ago we have met here
Long I’ve been thinking about
I thought about the days
I thought about the times
I thought about the moments
I thought about my crimes
I still wait each day
I sit here and pray
I wait from dawn to noon
Wait till night – holding your black balloon
Will you come again as you have promised?
Will you stay with me forever now?
Or will you leave once more?
Shattering my heard like once the violin bow?
I wait up here on my hill
The rain has soaked my clothes
I still hold the black balloon
Sitting here near the red roses
My breath grows cold
My tears dried out
My view draws weaker
And all lights go out
And the black balloon has left my grip.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 1:58 am
Week VIII
050. Graffiti
Art is more than a wall or the floor
Art is wide as the ocean and the sky
Art can entangle with thoughts and words
Art itself cannot be captured
No matter how hard you try
To see a drawing – colorful and strong
On a wall – it’s not vulgar – it is not wrong
For the wall was Art before and has been reborn
With fresh colors and thoughts
A fresh start – A new dawn
But beware for words alone are not Art at all
For they do not picture the thought of the Artist
A word alone cannot draw a world on its own
Unless it dances with many in colors and tones
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