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There goes one, and another,
They pass by: many an hour,
Never stopping nor waiting,
In a rush, always running.
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Some stand tall and proud,
As if rising to the clouds,
Others small and round
Anchored deep in the ground.
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Squared, circles or triangles,
Come in all angles,
Wooden, metal or in stone,
Made of all but bone.
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Each is unique but the same,
Existing without a name,
Though without them we’d be lost
And our trains would be but ghosts.
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‘Tis a midnight dream
In which it would seem
I am loving you
More than you ever knew.
‘Tis a fantasy
Of just you and me
Dancing round and round
Oh together bound.
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‘Tis a midnight dream
In which it would seem
I am loving you
More than you may see.
‘Tis a fantasy
Oh just me and you
Dancing round and round,
We, forever bound.
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Here is something I was stuck with all evening…
I don’t really know if I’m quite satisfied with it. I felt really inspired writing that but I don’t know…
Anyways, I couldn’t decide which version I liked most, the first one had a verse that is one syllable too long which somehow doesn’t feel right but does at the same time.
And the second one I find slightly less poetic.
I don’t know. You decide. Enjoy! ;)
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A magician came from the south,
– Traveler of vast horizons –
He came one day without notice
Bringing with him wind, sand and stars.
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Words all golden out of his mouth
Could mold from any one season
With deep power forged in pain twice,
Legacy of his avatar.
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Radiant silver tides rode in suite
Singing the words of the world song
In clear voices of angel pure,
Telling the tales of ages past.
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A floating scent, oh honey sweet,
Projecting an aura so strong
To any harm it was a cure,
For before her no evil lasts.
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Any true writer, whether good or bad,
At one point gets this feeling:
The sudden discharge, the sting!,
– Illumination, idea so rad! –
A color, a word, or a memory,
Sometimes a single sentence,
Better in mind than paper,
Over and over, letter by letter,
Write, rewrite, scratch off and repeat out loud
Over again for a word,
But it, nimble, flies away,
Exactly like a small and fragile bird.
And, there, right on the verge of succeeding
It escapes and all’s for nay…
Begin again your sculpting
For an artist shall never be too proud.
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That is how I felt working on the sentence I was telling you in my last post!
I’m not quite satisfied with this one though.
I feel the ‘Any writer, good or bad’ is not a great formulation of the idea I want to convey… :/
Will have to come back to it sometime…
Anyways, hope you enjoyed! ;)
So recently, well a few days ago actually, I have found myself being completely captivated by a single sentence that popped into my head at some point… I don’t know exactly when or why but it just did. And I couldn’t not think about it…
I have this small notebook you see, to write my ideas whenever I have something that comes to mind so that I don’t forget it and can get back to it later. Well in the middle of a class it sort of came to me and I kept repeating it to myself, over and over, and trying to voice my idea as well as I could, to put the perfect ensemble of words onto what was in my mind. Because you see, what I thought about wasn’t exactly a sentence, it was more like a concept, a feeling, the spark of a great idea that I immediately had to work on.
And it didn’t stop ’til the end of class and even then, I kept repeating it, trying to formulate it as best as I could. I started writing it, saying it out loud at the same time, working on it, re-writing, changing words, changing the order, and for almost and hour I was working on this lone sentence. I couldn’t explain why now but at the time it was evident, I had to do it, I felt this wonderful feeling of imagination, the rush of creation that sometimes takes over when I am working on my stories. So yeah. I just couldn’t help it.
Somehow this single sentence was comprised of an entire universe, it had its own deep meaning, its own complex story, it was a whole new world in and of itself. That is the best way I’ve found to try to describe what was going on it my mind at that time… You know, one of my teachers, who does a class on J.R.R. Tolkien and his whole work, told us that apparently the whole universe he created come from a single word he read in a poem at one point. Well, if you’ve ever heard of that or experienced something of the sort, or if you have felt a strange but exhilarating rush while writing or creating things (the ‘creative rush’ perhaps?) you know what I’m talking about.
So in the end I ended up working almost two hours on that sentence that time and then, for the next few days, kept it in the back of my mind all the time and still tried to make it perfect, I kept repeating it as often as I could to see how it felt. And finally I believe I’ve come up with a somewhat satisfying version of what I had in mind at that time. I can’t be sure because I still keep repeating it to myself now and then, but I feel like it got to a point where I can be proud of it. So here it is, I’m sharing with you the object of most of my creative thoughts of the past few days/weeks :
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‘For in time you will learn to know the wonders of life…’
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Yep. That’s all. I don’t know what t makes you feel or think but this is it. A simple, single, sentence. I don’t know why it came to me, or where from, but I’m glad it did because it somehow inspires me a lot and I feel that someday it might become so much more than just a sentence. Anyways, read it as many times as you want and enjoy! Or not. You choose. I just wanted to share my thoughts on this…
Also! Before you go! There is this video which I HAVE to share with you guys! I don’t know why but it’s a bit like that sentence, I can’t get it out of my mind and keep listening and watching it over and over. It’s so beautiful and moving. I can’t explain why exactly but right now, to me, it is. I don’t know why but some times, I have these things which I obsess over (a song, a video, a poem, …) and for a period I can’t think about/listen to anything else and it sort of becomes part of me and it inspires me and I find this feeling so great that I just have to try to share it! I can only hope that it will perhaps touch you too…
This is happening to me right now with the song The Last Unicorn by Passenger and more specifically the video clip that Nanalew (a Youtuber) made for it. I find it so amazing that I can’t help but share it with you so here you go, enjoy! :) :
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And we’ll sit on our single beds
Nothing on our hearts and tears on our threads
For we know the last unicorn is dead
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A lonely leaf lies on the ground
From sky fallen, now to earth bound,
Caught in the wind it flew away
Moving on towards a new day.
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I cannot say why this plain sight
Captured my eye with such delight,
And be one traveler, long I stood
Helpless to look away for good.
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In the middle of the footpath,
So far away from human wrath,
A single leaf lay on the ground.
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I know not what to it I found
But was my soul by this sight called
And so my heart forthwith enthralled.
Edit (29/07/2016): corrected “lay” instead of “lied”… ._.
Long ago, when the skies were still young and the earth was vast and wild, they reigned over everything that was.
The Sun, bright and powerful, was the king of Day, bringing warmth and power to all.
The Moon, softly glowing and graceful, was queen of the Night and mother in the dark sky.
Each of them was the ruler of an endless kingdom; they followed each other, dancing a never-ending dance.
But the Sun, even in his infinite brilliance and power, was jealous of the Moon and her soft beauty.
He saw the charming radiance of his nocturnal counterpart as an unequalled perfection, more beautiful than his own.
He therefore devised a plan to gain supremacy over the Moon. For days and nights he tirelessly worked to breathe life to a new creation.
On the fourth day he finished and on the fifth night he finally revealed his creation to the Moon.
As soon as the last lights of day vanished he released thousands upon thousands of shining jewels into the aether.
“I have named them Stars”, he said to the Moon as she curiously watched him unveil his work. “A gift for you my Lady.”
The Lady of the Night revelled in this newfound beauty and found herself unable to look away for a long moment.
Finally she praised the Sun for his marvellous work, enthralled by its magnificence.
“How shall I ever repay you for this infinite kindness my Lord?”, she finally asked.
The Sun replied it was a gift and therefore there was no need for repayment but the Moon insisted and the Sun replied he would think about it.
By the second day after his work had been completed the Sun returned to the Moon.
“There is no need for you to repay me other than with the joy I saw in you at the sight of my creation…”, the Sun said.
“But,” he continued as the Moon was about to protest once more, “if so is your wish then here is what I offer…”.
The Sun asked the Moon with giving ‘substance’ to the aether, a task he knew impossible, even for him.
Giving ‘substance’ to a void of substance so vast and dark was something unthinkable…
But the Moon in her excitement at the idea of being able to repay her counterpart, agreed with no reserve.
For many days and nights the Moon lay pensive, under the newly created shining dome that filled the sky, trying to solve the Sun’s unsolvable puzzle.
Finally, after what seemed like and eternity to her, she realized the only way to do it would be to use all her power.
It was a dangerous task, even for her, an astral being, but she was willing to try to repay the Sun’s kindness.
The Sun watched all of this with a fierce fire burning inside of him.
The Moon, once her task was decided, set on to complete it, just as the Sun, she tirelessly worked but for many more days and nights.
Her brilliance was even more beautiful and graceful as she worked hard on her task and the Sun couldn’t help but being captivated by it.
Finally her own creation was ready and she waited the following night to unveil it to the Sun.
The Sun, of course, had watched all of it and he knew the Moon had put all her heart and her soul into her work.
Her genuine will to repay him stirred a wave of remorse inside him as she was about to unveil her creation.
But it was too late, the Moon offered him the gift and the Sun had to accept it.
He opened it, releasing the newly created ‘substance’ into the aether and for a moment he thought she had succeeded.
He stared into the endless sky, amazed by the ocean of shimmering beauty that was spreading between the stars and filling the void.
The Sun almost wished that it didn’t stop and that it completed itself.
Unfortunately the magic didn’t last, it was not powerful enough, and the spell broke.
The ocean fell apart and faded into the void, leaving only a feeling of emptiness inside the Sun’s heart.
He turned to his nightly counterpart to comfort her, unable to withstand the wave of sadness he knew would fill her whole being but it was too late.
The tears had already rolled on the Lady of the Night’s ivory skin and she was pointing an accusatory finger at him.
“You set an impossible task for me,” she said in a voice as cold as ice, “you knew it was impossible and yet you still asked this of me.”
“My heart and soul went in this gift for you and yet you cannot be contempt… Your wish cannot be fulfilled…”
“I will remember this ’til eternity, the shame, the anger and the emptiness will never leave me…”
“Living with this knowledge will now be your burden, your curse… For I curse you to know the pain I feel!”, the Moon said before vanishing.
The Sun, for the first time since he could remember, felt something far greater than physical pain and far more real than excitement: regret.
He tried to help her but it was too late, the Lady of the Night was gone, her brilliance had faded away, her power was gone and her heart was empty.
Never did he see her smile or her pale grace tenderly wrap around the world again, the nights had gone dark and cold with only his creation to light them.
He could feel the regret, the anger and the bitterness that were slowly eating at her heart and consuming her but was cursed to be unable to help.
Another eternity seemed to pass as he waited, looking at the lost Lady who was now unable to shine her peace on the world and longing for her return.
She was but a lost child, wandering the sky without a purpose or a goal… longing for her lost radiance…
But it would never returned, it could never return. He had made sure of that he had thought up the task he would give her.
Nothing would ever be the same again. But what was all this power and brilliance if he couldn’t share it with her? His heart wanted to break a million times.
The Moon was consumed but her emptiness and her regret, slowly her heart turned dark with thoughts of revenge.
Making the Sun know and regret what he had done wasn’t enough anymore, she had lost it all. He also had to feel it…
She thought of many ways to get revenge but in her immense knowledge she knew of no solution… None she could use now at least…
Her despair was growing and she thought it was all lost, however the demon race offered her a pact.
Her brilliance and power restored in exchange for her blessing.
Blinded by pain and the prospect of revenge the Moon gave way to her hatred.
The demons taught her a powerful but complicated spell and helped her use it to restore her power.
She thought of having been betrayed once more when, once the spell done, nothing had changed.
But her power was indeed restored and slowly she felt her aura become more brilliant once more.
It grew and grew, brighter and brighter, lighting the heavens and the earth in a light even more brilliant than that of the Sun.
Too late however the Moon realized her mistake, her aura had become crimson red and her once brilliant and pure blue glow had transformed into a blood-red light.
Too late she realized that the demon race was planning to use the spell to do the unthinkable.
The Sun rushed to her help, using all his power to free her from the spell but the harm had been done.
“The harm you have done me, nothing can ever repair it, nothing can ever heal the wound inside my heart…”
“But I forgive you for now I understand how foolish one can be when blinded by temptation…”
“It is too late for me my friend… No longer can I share your burden, no longer will the world know my love for it…”
“But you know. Atone for your sin by remembering my legacy…”
The spell the demons had created was too powerful to be fought and the Moon could barely resist it.
The Sun could only watch with despair as the queen of the Night let herself be consumed by it.
“It is the only way…”, he heard her whisper as she faded away into the void, leaving behind her only a large scar in the heavens.
A scar of dust glowing in a soft blue light.
Okay, this is something that I’ve been thinking about for a few days now and that I’ve spent the whole evening writing.
I’m really inspired by this story and I think that I managed to get the story-telling right and the character quite right too.
It is still far from finished/perfect, -though I’m a bit proud of myself, it’s not so bad for a first draft is it?- and will need some rework but I wanted to share it immediately with you guys.
Hope you enjoy! ;)
Love, mom.
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Mother died this morning.
I never did love her very much. I’ve always preferred father to her. I don’t really know why though.
They say she fell down the stairs, broke her neck on the wooden floor.
She didn’t love me either, always telling me to go play elsewhere or to leave her alone because she was too busy to deal with me.
Her face was stiff but calm when I saw her, there was a pallor to her skin that suited her well.
Strangely I’ve never resented her for not paying attention to me, I just stopped caring.
They told me she had something like stroke and lost her balance on the first step. A silly accident.
She never tried to improve our relationship either, she completely let go of our ties.
Apparently they found a few letters she had written that were addressed to me in her drawers. They said they’ll send them over soon.
I don’t think I’ll go to her funeral. I only went to dad’s because she wasn’t there
I’ve never thought the police to be very efficient, this time isn’t an exception to that rule.
I would’ve like to not be noticed if possible, to not even know. But apparently it’s the procedure.
They didn’t think to check if slipping and falling like that was possible.
I’ll have to throw my gloves away. I like them though. Shame…
This morning, mother died.
In these locks
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Not before did I understand,
In all those songs and all my reads,
The true value of these long strands,
The real beauty of those thin threads.
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Her hair was long and cascading
Of warm bronze colour, calm beauty,
Oh, all these years – how many? –
Took it to grow to this dreaming?
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If I could touch, if I could feel,
If in these soft locks I could pass
My fingers and, oh so gently…
If, just for a second, I dared…
Deep in the ocean, at the bottom of the sea,
Where no man’s ever walked and it’s too dark to see
Lives an ancient being of colors never seen
Swimming in ocean deeps which we can only ween.
Tales of Ore 