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Crystallize: The Angel with Crystal EyesShe, like no other woman I've met, has a heart that is as sound as my own. It beats for one thing alone. Life. From her experiences it sings a dark melody which then crescendos into a symphony of resolve absolute. My God, how her body rocks along and dances through the air to that enchanting tune. All the while, twisting the world around her into a resplendent light show; that challenges the Godly phantasmal beauty of the ether-real.
Yet, not one of her features holds me more ensnared than her eyes of crystal blue. They generate some glorious sense of faith, in this universe sublime. Therein lies the true nature of her that has caught me in muse. The soul she carries, is a true paragon of serenity, and even though she has faced against the most terrifying aspects of the dark. That bright miracle God has bestowed within her is still pure.
Yes, she is my friend from the mini-mart.
Journey Home(IV): The StruggleI did not hesitate to grab it from
its rest, nor did I think of the actions
that would be response to this soulful act.
A boundless energy then filled my soul.
It was as though this object had always
been a part of my destined path to walk.
No more time passed between my acceptance
of the sword's light and being at their sides
in the struggle against the shade so dark.
Lugnut stood still as the shadows encroached.
Not a worry adorn upon his face.
From his hands, like a deck of cards, appeared
Small rectangles that overlapped, creating
a mighty and bright dragon. So bright that
the trees around it dissolved with shade.
I turned to see, back to back, Starwind and
Moonshadow. The angel wielding a wand
and the elf a hoop, both equally bright.
Then there was the sprite, Pyro, who with strings,
did vibrate the forest with a low and
chilling song that vanquished many more shadows.
Where was my place with ones so divine?
Journey Home(III): The QuestionStarwind spoke so soft and sweet the question
that had been mounting. “Young Jakall. Where from
is it that you have come? For we exist here,
Yet you seem to exist else where and that
troubles me greatly.” My mind began to race.
Not a thing could I recall, say the Gate.
“I cannot remember how I came to
be in this world so dark. Though, something calls
to me, and assure me this is my place.”
My words were backed by a wind so mighty
that when I stood the flame erupted. From its light,
I could see the outline of the forest.
Amidst the trees were shadows strange. That moved
all their own. Starwind and his companions
drew from the air, weapons. Each bound to them.
Moonshadow's voice wavered, “Then it seems you are
lost. Those who are so do not often last.
I suggest you are quick to find your way.”
The four of them moved so fast at the shades,
that I was left all alone at the fire.
I am lost. How am I to fight this truth?
Then from the fire rose a sword. My
Journey Home(II): The OnesAs the way grew brighter, I came upon
four majestic creatures. Each of whom was
playing with the light around them. In fear
I spoke, “What are these things I see here,
Are they some form of arcane magic old?”
I can not well remember the moment
That passed before his answer, but among
them, an angel came forth. His eyes piercing
with light so grand it made my being ache.
His eight wings spread wide, each one its own flame
from which a great many shadows were born.
The other three creatures stood and joined him.
It was then my answer came. “We are not
some many things to be feared, rather we
are most likely friends. Sit at the fire.”
He gestured towards flames that had appeared,
and obliging, I stepped forward to sit.
They took turns telling old stories, at first.
Then after time, introduction by name.
The angel, Starwind. The sprite, Pyro. The
elf, Moonshadow. The enigma Lugnut.
Then in return, was my own name Jakall.
Journey Home(I): The PathIt was that I alone had seen a dark
and dismal existence, Wherein she was
a goddess painted by the night around.
Oh, deliver me to that place again.
Take me to those wondering woods, so that
I may find that happiness, and whisper
Back to that wonderful girl, my true name.
It's in darkness we're willing to speak truth,
and yet when we approach the light so bright
There is not a thing one won't do to keep
it close at hand. Who were you beautiful?
What possible message could you have had?
It was then I found myself at the gate,
the passage between two worlds. Far away
music still floated through the night, but here
I could feel the eerie silence building.
With each step the world grew darker, then
illumination was salvation bold.
Along the path was laid symbols begetting
a wondrous and profound light calling
for my further adventure foreword still.
So then I went alone, unto my dream.
DistanceYour eyes in digital sight.
Your mind that challenges mine.
If you're hand were here I'd kiss it
and show you what defines this Misfit.
All I am is words,
that lead you to speaking my name.
Whispering in the cold night's air.
If I could warm you,
I'd use this solar heart,
whose definition sparks insanity.
That's what I'd call it,
Sweet, pure, and great love.
Disconected: Shadows of the past.In that moment he finally felt alone. The trees were his only companions as he walked. The light of the moon eclipsed the scenery around him in a pale and eerie glow, but he was comfortable here. This place was his favorite hide away. The pond where he'd spend many days fishing and many nights starring out at the stars.
He leaned back and allowed the ground to catch him. The soft uncut grass cradled him. He resumed his thought as he stared up into the heavens he'd so longingly admired. The gentle chirps and wild croaks sounded in like a symphony. The mesmerizing melody of the night.
“My name is Daniel ya know,” He spoke to the night.
A twig broke in the shadows just beyond the tree line.
“I'm not afraid of you anymore you can come out” Daniel continued.
His feeling of being alone faded when he saw her hiding just inside the shadows of a distant tree. Her pale skin was barely covered by animal skins and a shocked and wild look covered face.
It had been years sinc
Lost in trasnlationIt is from the heart, I write
It is from the mind, I design
my realm is unreal
and my life is a fantasy.
I am a the mercy of the wind,
torn by its bitter tides,
and in its heart, I am confined,
in storms that shall not pass me by.
For life, is my long journey
but love is my quick trip.
Ex cordis scripsi
Quod ex animo volo
vana est regno meo
Vita et luctus felis.
Ego misericordiam a facie venti,
captum a amaro aestus,
Et in corde suo, Ego clausus
quia non est mihi tempestate.
Vita longissima est
sed amor, meum est vivos trinus.
I write from the heart
I want that from my mind
unreal is my kingdom
The life and the fantasy.
I am the mercy of the wind,
torn by a bitter chill,
And in his heart, I am confined,
I have no time.
Life is very long
But love, it is my quick trip.
ChallengeA place in time is all I need
where my mind is finally freed
to do as it's always pleased
for all these many year
wherein I 've seen some fear
make the end draw ever near
and I'm just a kid
after all I went and did
I ran from you, then hid
In the darkness alone
for these sins, I atone
for they're all I've every known
But is time to challenge night
stand up alone to fight
and win with my own light
Once upon a time...Mirror mirror on the wall..
Oh you scare me....I don't like you at all!
No one truly dares to care for my fragile heart or the real me.
All they see is an ugly face stuck on a thick body.
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Too LateEarlier, I had a vision
Of my father calling me
After years of not speaking
I was surprised as could be
“Hey,” he greeted softly
“I know it’s been a while
“I have something to tell you.”
I just sat there, without a smile
“You’re twenty-one years old
“And I know I’ve missed a lot
“But listen closely, now
“You’re the only daughter that I’ve got.”
“I’ve appreciated you from the beginning
“I’m sorry I didn’t show it much
“My selfishness blinded me
“It’s definitely my worst crutch.”
“I want you to know you’re beautiful
“I never told you that once
“I regret it now and forever
“Man, I’m such a dunce!”
“And I wouldn’t forget to mention
“How intelligent that you are
“You’re IQ is higher than mine!
“I know that you’ll go far.”
“You have so much potential
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
Not a gameAround they swirl through the air
Laughing loudly as they mock
And jeering at the small young girl
Who's tears run as she sobs
A prisoner of her own sadness
All alone, lost in her despair
She no longer sees the daylight
For no longer does she care
They tear and rip and pull
But she won't do a thing
The fight is won, she is done
She's fallen from the ring
The sun still shines bright outside
But her world's a dull colorless gray
Her heart is stopping, beating slow
She dies the month of May
The ones who once abused her
Showed up with their fake tears
Some had a bit of real regret
But most had only fear
They kept it their small secret
No one else could ever know
Because they had led a girl to die
Left her all alone
It wasn't their fault, they reasoned
At the Top of the TowerWhile an organ serenades,
the daylight outside fades.
And when Hero arrives, he knows
Inside, he'll find the maid.
The door is opened wide.
The Hero walks inside.
The Princess sleeps, held in crystal, clear,
her hands, in stillness, tied.
King greets Hero bold.
Tales of defeat told.
Hero draws the Master sword,
and battles will unfold!
Tennis game is played,
Lightning flies off blade.
Electrify Gerudo King,
his pride is soundly flayed.
With his final air,
Cries out in despair,
King brings down the fortress walls
on Hero and Princess fair.
Quickly, leave the tower!
Don't succumb to Power!
Escape the ruins of castle dark.
Rejoice its final hour!
Princess rescued, free,
Hyrule left to be.
But hark! A noise in growing dark,
Go forth, brave soul, and see...
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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