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Je Suis La NuitThe night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadows
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
The fading reflections from office windows are my dresses
The lipstick I flaunt is the red of cars hurrying home,
My perfume, the river at the end of the day
I prowl without prey, in the shivering anticipation
At the wind-down, in the high before sleep
My spotlight is the amber moon, over bare branches and shingles
My people, my subjects,
Are the quie
Th' Braw MountainsCome to the wild places, the high and lonely places.
Inhale beauty, in the form of icicle air and pine dust.
Touch it, the cold mountain soil, and rejoice.
Let the wind fill you and find the point inside all of us,
Where you reach out over the forest,
And fly without leaving the ground.
Sure and proud, like the eagles around you.
Let your hair lift and whip, flushing your cheeks
And awakening your bones. Spin at the peak of mountains,
Glorying in the cold clean height. Laugh for it.
And when you are tired from the air,
Come and rest on the rough hills, amongst the brown and gold gorse
And feel sunlight thaw the wind-seeds. Watch the loch and love it.
Not for the beauty but because it is there. The comforting age,
The bedrock of your soul.
Stand in the bitter river on sharp stones and know you live,
That the land loves you for its Maker's child.
Exult in the cold and the warmth and above all the immensity
Of the weight of the world around you.
Wrap the landscape around your body,
AloneThere were dead leaves on the pavement again.
She walked head down, huddled into her coat (leather and wool, with a silver zip), moving between the glass buildings without looking up at them. The avenue was wide and almost empty, paved with bland white slabs and fallen-through business deals. A particularly sharp gust of wind caused her to shiver and tug her collar up around her neck, and push her dry knuckles deeper into her pockets.
There were shallow steps a little further on, and seemingly without noticing them, she glided down, and her pace became a little more brisk. A few small, dry leaves from one of the ornamental bushes lining the steps caught in the breeze caused by her passage, swirling, rather like dull brown confetti.
As she drew closer to the centre of the city, a few people passed the opposite direction, but she ignored their stares, tucking her chin into her chest. A few blocks further on, she turned and went through the plate glass doors of an office block.
Phoenix RisingI'll be fire-dressed, flame-wrapped,
with darkness at my feet.
I'll be in the dark, but not of it.
I'll beat it down, force it to bow,
and swallow it whole.
I'll be the fire child, The Bright Shiner.
I'll rise up and out, to soar over the world,
on my wings of flame; phoenix-plumes.
They'll be a cloak of light,
to burn the shadows from my path.
I'll be invincible, never falling
and independent in my burning.
This fierce joy,
the clear golden knowledge of rightness
is what drives me upwards and onwards.
I'll fly to the edge of the atmosphere
to where the dark is cool and quiet
rather than trying to empty me out
and douse the fires.
There'll be stars-
and from there I'll never stop.
We Who Make WorldsEvery author has a gift. It's a very obvious gift, but oh my word, when you really understand it, it hits you like a ton of rectangular building things.
We Make Worlds.
Huge, rolling worlds, of mountains and rivers and forests and cityscapes and deserts. And when we've done that, we give them people and animals and stars and light and shadows and good, the bad and the ugly. We make histories and sciences and whole religions from nothing but the sight of a feather in the breeze. Empires rise and fall in the space of a few letters, heroes are born, fall in love, die. And then we obliterate the Universes, and there's a one word oxymoron for you right there.
Well, we do. And sometimes, we imagine right down to the individual blades of grass and grains of soil and then we think "This is what being a god feels like", because how else can you explain the cold clarity that you see an entire galaxy with? It's true, that humans could achieve anything if they put their minds to it
Sonder (noun)Sonder (noun)
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your ownpopulated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited crazinessan epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Discord's Daughter: A Wicked Lovely Fanfic (1)
16 years ago
Irial was laughing as he climbed the stairs of the house, and entered the hall. He promptly stopped when he saw what Niall was doing in the lounge. There was an odd look on the Dark King's face, and he was rocking a small, mewling bundle. Irial blinked in surprise. If Niall had fathered a child, he'd been very good at hiding it. Niall looked at him.
"Is she yours?"
Irial walked round one of the sofas to stare at the blob of life in his living room. "If she is, I didn't know about her."
He lifted her off Niall, and cradled her in one arm. Two tiny fists waved in the air, and eyes that were still a fuzzy dark blue gazed at him. Despite his history as Dark King, Gancanagh and now Disorder, Irial felt a shiver run down his spine at the surprising piercing-ness of her gaze. "Good focus she's got there." He murmured, turning so the light of the fire shone a little more brightly on her face. She was gulping slightly in her drowsiness, delicate eyelids fluttering shut.
The DancerI, the keeper of the secret rhythms
I, who know the language of the
Spin, twirl, clap, stamp
And pause, fingers straining up and out
Before whirling into new steps
Choreographed by emotion
I, who feel the fierce sweet burn of singing blood,
Through taut muscles
Rising up on aching tiptoe
As though to fly
Sway back and bend
An eagle in air
A fish in water
Just for a second
Wearing the world as a skin
The ragged hem
Of the black gauze practice dress
Becoming feathers, wind, the leaves on trees
Lost in the wonder
Of the perfect pirouette
And the shadowy, shining, liquid gold moment
On the rising sound of the silent applause
To take a curtsey without an audience
Before the vision shattering mirrors
At the end of the dance hall
The 4 Steps of Getting Over HimWhen you walk away from
Someone you love,
You feel a thousand, tiny, iron hooks,
Attached to the spool of memory,
Dig into your heart
And pull it out through your back,
Cracking every rib and spine-bone
As you go.
And once you've got away,
You've got to clean the wound,
And plunge your heart into boiling water,
So it doesn't fester
And turn your head rotten.
After the kind of storm
That wails around the corners,
And up the stairs,
You can sit on your bed
And feel the hollowness
In your chest-cavity
Suck at your collarbones.
Once the salt rain has stopped
Stinging your eyes and echoing in your ears,
Go outside, and carry the emptiness
Until you feel your new heart
Restless Nights in the Subconscious Wonderland
I prefer the shorter days
Caught in a daze, or lost in some dream.
In the sleepless world of slumber,
Where my subconscious plays roulette with ideas,
Shooting them point blank
into my suspended psyche...
Over the edge and into the deep end,
To find the abnormal of my being
from where my beliefs
sprout their way from spirits.
And through this too,
do I enjoy or suffer...
As never have I found rest within my dreams.
of meaningless cause is the disdain of discord.
As my dreams and nightmares are forever slaves to chance,
and the cracking whip engages them as I close my eyes.
I am forever reminded of the War between angels and demons
For they are resembled by the pleasant and horrid.
I never know the plots...
The endings are hardly ever seen,
and my memory is left in shambles.
Opened, my eyes return my to reality,
and bid thee farewell for now,
I do to my world of restless slumber.
Cold Heart ExodusNo other worldly tear can make me burn faster than you
My tear, let me hold you. I am so sick and I'm so weak.
Let me whisper my name into your cold heart and let it bleed into me.
For now I know, this elder exodus is nowhere near truth (it'll never be).
Only me, there's only me in this abyss. Only you will know!
There's only us, there's only you of us there's only two.
Let the wits flow. Let this feeling pass away with time.
Did you know that feeling lonely and content at the same time is a rare kind of happiness?
Now you know, so just leave me be! Leave me alone, I must be happy.
Cold Heart Exodus, I want to leave it all behind, I'm falling down
I can't stand. Don't breathe this toxicity. The water is stoned
Don't ever try to lie to me again. I won't even be there to hear you
Lone WolfLone Wolf
Time and time again you leave us with despair
Begging for your love my dear mother Moon
After all this long road weve run on into shadows deep
You never were there at the end of the lone road
You never gave us the love you gave to others
You forsaken your sons and plugged to the humans
They destroy your grace mother by saying you are evil
And yet again you turn your back at us your children
Children who love you and sing to you
We sing our sorrow songs at night hoping you can hear them
Hoping you can hear us and look at us with your beautiful light
But that never happens since you no longer love us
You gave away your love for your children away
The humans hunt us and kill us while you close your eyes
Our blood covers the forests and the cliffs and you still dont look at us
We are dying mother while your eyes are closed for us
Youve turned your back at us while we moan for you
Our howl becomes hallow by every night that passes
With every night we fade by the
Monument to a Ruined ManI see you now.
The magnificent velvet and silk flags of your name
Now fester and rot in tatters.
The ornate gold and jewels, now dull and blackened with age,
Hang limply from the brittle, yellowing scaffolds
Of your admiring subjects, their mouths gaping open in one last,
All loyalty long since disappeared.
And here you stand
Alone in the silence of your own undoing-
No longer a ruler, or even a man, but a shell-
The hands whose wizened palms I once worshipped
Have crumbled slowly into nothing.
Those lips, whose stately curve I once adored,
Now worn and cracked from centuries of smiling.
But your smiles were never intended for me.
How I longed for something more than
The cold, conceited gaze with which I was rewarded.
But time passed, your influence waned, and now you stare emptily
Searching in vain for your salvation.
And here, as your empire dies,
You fall to the ash and dust
And are swallowed by darkness
And whispers echo through the void:
This is your legacy.
Live to RiseAt long last the time has come. Tree are falling, skies are cracking.
Who has time for love or lust? Who has strength that we can trust?
No one. That's who. Not you or I. Not anyone. Not that man or she. That's right no one.
But if it be so and the world has end, then why is it wrong that we choose to be friends?
Can't I be glad that it's over and done? Can't I sing loud and shout to the skies, that my life is not over, we live to rise.
Now that we know that we are alive lets burn down the walls and tell everyone, the world is not over for we are alive. The world is not over, the world never dies.
Fire in my VeinsI can feel the fire burning in my veins,
For some reason I can't seem to move past this pain,
Just a simple glimpse of your face makes my heart jump,
The mere thought of you makes my blood pump,
At times I wish that we could go back,
Hit reverse and rewind the track,
But that's something that we can't do,
Because this has changed me and you,
There's too many things that I just don't know,
And we might not have that far to go,
Just like you said, I guess time will tell,
And until then I'll be living in this hell.
Reaper in the ShadowsI am the dust in the gathering light,
Heard in the drop of morning rain,
Looming within the rose bud,
A speck in night's velvet wake.
I whisper louder than Zephyr,
Sing with a voice that's croaked,
You hear me beneath the screams,
Of fears Silence cloaked.
As warm as Love's confusion,
As cold as the other's heart.
The shady, cunning warrior,
Who tears the world apart.
You'll find me drowned in water,
Buried deep in desert sand.
Unseen like the wisp of vapor,
That came from no man's land.
Freed to be caged forever,
In an endless labyrinthian maze.
Where each dead end is my escape,
And waxed wings are set ablaze.
ClandestineThe shame of a nation,
the wound of decay.
The scars of opression,
the end of this day.
Upcoming ahead me,
tofollow the past.
Of kingdoms arisen,
my one will be last.
And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression
a hate and a passion
I know that will never be mine.
All your metal gods.
with your people's hand.
we'll ourselves defend.
And i rise. Clandestine.
With a thorn of opression
a hate and a passion
I know that will never be mine.
Through what you've been living.
Through out all the day.
The night flowing gently.
The cradle. You lay.
What, when your systems fail.
Will you go insane and kill?
What when the gears collide.
Will you disband o-ur will?
The Two PathsWhile walking outside one day
I got on my knees and prayed
"Lord, show me where I am going to go"
And then my vision began to swing to and fro
I see myself at a fork in the road
And the path to the left
Would leave me bereft
For it was Hell, burning bright
Tortured souls screaming out in pain and fright
To the right, Heaven above
And Jesus, with his face full of love
I realized that the decision was mine
And my choice was to be very fine
For I choose Heaven and eternal life
Rather than Hell and eternal strife
All I did was accept God's gift
Eternal salvation, which gave me quite a lift
I am happy and I will say
For I know soon one day
The day coming will be
The day when all Christians will be set free!
Children of AnguishOh, my little, stupid, ragtag people! Least and last. My frightened mob, defending little kingdoms, little dreams, whilst all around the universe is ticking, ticking. Bereft of horizon, bereft of God, building fragile walls between your heart and reality and propping them up with small hopes.
Tomorrow will be better, there will be sunlight and happiness and cake on the table again and no more crying salt water tears.
You who do not trust and are not trusted, you who turn from light to walk in the shadowed hinterlands- I love you! And yet you look at me with fear beneath the contempt, and turn me away with raised fists and shrieked curses.
Little people, small people, look to the skies. There is more, oh, there is more. But you keep your eyes on the dust, while I stand and gesticulate, crying for you to look up. You want to stay plodding, you want to not be brave, to stance like the dull stones in the desert, weeping sand.
You hide in the rubbish, in the dirt, afraid of being he
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