Writers Of All Kinds

[The Imperial Flame]

May i post a Story about one of my Characters here?

 

[Hercynia]

Uggghhh. Why, of all times, did Shard have to find him NOW!? Here he'd been, being sneaky and all, as Karma had asked, but noooooo- Shard had to show up, didn't he? Typical. Just typical. Iseni glanced over his shoulder, only to duck his head as a crystal arrow flew just above him, hitting the wall and taking root there.


"Surrender, Iseni! We won't hurt you!"


"Yeah, right!" Called Iseni as he slid into some cover. "As if!" The crystal arrows that had struck nearby had started to grow, producing long, spiked crystals that flew straight at him. Rolling to the left, Iseni reached into a pouch on his waist, producing a small pebble, which he dropped on the floor. The sigil marked onto the pebble glowed slightly, a large amount of smoke erupting from it. Good. Now Shard couldn't see him. Time for the counterattack.


Iseni unsheathed shatter, and jumped out of the smoke, sigils on his red cloak lighting up as he did so. He deflected another crystal arrow with his blade before hitting the ground with a roll, and ran towards Shard, flipping his katana into a reverse grip position so he could slice him in half as he ran. Iseni flicked out the blade, but only struck crystal as Shard blocked his attack. Damn. Iseni jumped again, contorting his body to avoid two crystal shards fired at him, and blocking a third with Shatter. Iseni's golden eyes lit up with a glow as he dropped under Shard's crystalline shield, and met the edge of his bow with his blade.


"You'll never defeat us."


Iseni let loose a predatory grin, seeing the fear in Shard's eyes as he made the bold statement. "Oh, you keep believing that. You're like a lamb to the slaughter."


Shatter inched it's way towards Shard's throat, his strength no match for Iseni's. Karma would be more than pleased if Shard was out of the picture - he and his friends were proving to be rather irritating.


Just as Shatter was two centimeters from ending Shard forever, Shard ducked under the blade and tapped a mark on his palm, causing blue light to creep upwards from his feet as he vanished. Iseni lunged, his blade leaving a long slash down Shard's arm as he vanished fully. Damnit... Damn! He'd been so, SO close! Ugh. What was he going to say to Karma now!? Augh! Iseni slammed Shatter into the ground, causing several cracks to spread out around the black katana's blade. Talking of Karma, he didn't like to be kept waiting. Best just to report this, then...

 

[Axiom Days]

Protectors Prologue continued...
The gun went off. Tohoak push the Decimator away from Hunter as the gun fired. She saw Hunter’s eyes widen with surprise and she felt a small sense of dignity. The gun fell out of the Decimator’s hands and he faced her with fury. Tohoak shrank back fear overcoming her. Then she snapped to her senses. She could fight him. She was strong. Her emotions filled her and fire flickered dangerously in her eyes. He laughed and suddenly disappeared. He had the power of invisibility. Tohoak looked around warily.


“To your right!” Hunter said behind her. His voice was strained with pain. Tohoak didn’t question him. She struck out to her right letting the flames on her fingertips spread to her hand. She connected. There was a shimmer in front of her and a grunt as the man was burnt. Her fire was extinguish as he became visible and punched her. She fell backwards with a yelp. Terror raced through her and her face stung. Why did she ever think she could help? She was just a young girl. The Decimator loomed over her angrily. Hunter moved in front of her. He looked weak and barely able to defend himself. Why was he trying to help her? The Decimator let out another harsh laugh.


“I’ll finish you both off then,” he looked toward the gun then back at Hunter. Tohoak scramble to her feet hastily, but it was too late. He already had the gun. Hunter backed up slowly signaling her to do the same. Tohoak’s eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. Were they going to die?


“Ahh!” the gun sliced in half as Kydlin slashed one of her whips through it. Hunter let his defense down, falling onto his knees. He gripped his side tightly as waves of pain rolled through him. Kydlin glanced back at him worry covering her face. He didn’t look good.


“Get him out of here. Now!” she growled to the two Protectors escorting the kids to the exit. The last of the kids had just disappeared through the tunnel. The two looked over at Kydlin then once seeing Hunter on his knees and bleeding they raced over. It was a man and a woman. The man helped Hunter onto his feet speaking words of reassurance, while the woman focused her attention on Tohoak.


“Hurry! More Decimators are coming!” Kydlin called as she dodged a swing from the Decimator. Tohoak wonder if Kydlin was capable of taking care of herself, but she didn’t have time to question her. The other Protector wasted no time in scooping up Tohoak and running with her to the tunnel entrance. Behind them she could hear shouts of alarm as the rest of the Decimators entered the room. Kydlin ran up behind them a nasty scratch down the right side of her face. She got on the other side of Hunter helping hold him up as they raced out into the street. Tohoak spared a glimpse back to see a man standing in the entrance to the tunnels. His eyes met hers and they glowed darkly. Then the Protectors turned the corner and he was gone. What had she gotten herself into?

Sorry, it took me so long to get around to reading this. I was playing detective in an AG. Overall, it's pretty good. The build-up to the end of the last post should still have been more tense since you're trying to make the reader think hunter was about to die. And, I have a problem with this line.


“Ahh!” the gun sliced in half as Kydlin slashed one of her whips through it


Who exactly shouted 'Ahh!'. The gun? (A sentient gun would be pretty badass, though. Although, if it were sentient, it would be shouting something more along the lines of "Oh, Shi-!" *Sliced*)

 

[Axiom Days]

[QUOTE="The Imperial Flame]May i post a Story about one of my Characters here?

[/QUOTE]
I don't see why you wouldn't be able to.

 

[Axiom Days]

Draconians, were supposedly created when the great white dragon, Theophilus, was battling the grand black dragon, Rustilus. For Millennia, they had been at war, enemies since the beginning of time. Then at one point, The grand black dragon had managed to pin down the great white dragon. His Jet black teeth reaching for her neck. In less than a milli-second, She shed her scales, Each scale turning into a Demi-God Draconian. With the help of these Demi-gods, Rustilus was removed from her. Rustilus, notices what she did, shed <i>his</i> scales. After a few more Millennia, and at about the beginning of the ley crystal's shattering, Rustilus' Demi-Gods defied him and left to Aneos, their complete loyalty not in him anymore. Theophilus sent her's to Aneos as well so as to defeat Rustilus' Demi-gods and they respectively formed the Yinion and the Yanion draconian tribes.


Who, apparently due to this, are almost constantly at war till this day. While the Great and Grand dragon still battle eternally...


The Yinion Draconians, after inter-procreating with humans as a ploy to bolster their numbers, were taken aback by the Yanion Draconians doing the exact same thing. This went on until there were rarely any pure-bloods left in existence.


As for Draconian lore, they seem to enjoy all kinds of art. Most left-handed Draconians are considered better than others for some reason. They're also into sayings and most draconians use these more often than they need to. Draconians are purely Carnivores and rarely ever eat any crops or vegetables, but they do use them as spices from time to time. Every Clan is headed by a chief who is chosen through a Monarchy-esque system. The Yanion tribe have Gray scales in their dragon form while the Yinion have jet black scales. Both tribes usually battle with sharp weaponry rather than blunt or magic.


The draconians usually settle on highland or cliffs near a good, lush forest. This allows them to swoop down on their prey from the sky, either with their claws or with a weapon.

 

[billthesomething]

"Smiling Cause We Can"

Best of friends that’s what we are

Well that’s what I like to think of us as

Tell me all your problems

I have ears, though I may not be the best of hearing

I am willing to listen

And I know that your life has problem

But trust me, when I say that, things are a lot less worse then you make it out to be

And even if they aren’t

I have but one question to ask

what’s the point to life if you can’t smile a bit bro

You need to learn to smile even if there’s nothing to smile about

Cause the world’s getting better by every second that we smile

So come on buddy just smile with me​

 

[The Imperial Flame]

The fantastic lights blinded me as I stepped on the stage, My head held high. The wonderful splendor that was performing rushed over me, and I began my Show. The wild screams of my fans almost drowned out the pounding of my heart, and then it happened. The explosion, the one that changed my life forever. The shower of sparks that fell upon me, added to the chaos that was the audience. A bomb had gone off in the middle of the crowd, and the rest of the audience was desperately trying to get away, from the detonation area. After a few moments, another explosion rang out from backstage. I stood there as bombs exploded all around me, and I couldn't move. The fear seemed to paralyze me, and that was when my worst nightmare came true. I saw the cause of this destruction, a man that stood on a railing overhead. The only thing that mattered to me was protecting the innocent people. I didn't hesitate as I ran off the stage, and climbed the access ladder. As I climbed I glanced back, and saw horrifying scenes... This man would pay...

 

[Axiom Days]

I'll free you from this fantasy.


An adequate diversion.


For you, a bloodbath.


I'll crush your petty dreams.


You've come just to be killed.


I know no such thing as defeat.


Entertain me.


And don't die yet.


~The Emperor

 

[Axiom Days]

Fall to the darkest depths of hell.


Trapped in a pathetic cycle of blind battles.


I'll shred all your precious flowers.


You think you're a full-fledged warrior?


I'll show you what control is!


You are a lordless knight.

 

[Axiom Days]

YOU HAVE TO HAVE CANNONBALLS OF STEEL TO FACE ME


Wait? Do I look like a waiter?


For, I, WILL KNOCK YOU ALL DOWN


You all sound like lines out of a self help book


The weak are robbed of their freedom from the strong. And it's only natural that the victor always prevails


Have you come to be defeated by me?


Come then.


Any last words?


I'll give you a lasting memory.





I guess there's no avoiding this.


If this is the path I've chosen, then...


I don't want it to end here.

 

[Tohoak]

Sorry guys I won't have time to post anymore until school is back in. Have to study for finals! Anyone can join! Have fun guys I'll talk when I can!

 

[Hercynia]

[QUOTE="Kinky Shinigami]
YOU HAVE TO HAVE CANNONBALLS OF STEEL TO FACE ME
Wait? Do I look like a waiter?


For, I, WILL KNOCK YOU ALL DOWN


You all sound like lines out of a self help book


The weak are robbed of their freedom from the strong. And it's only natural that the victor always prevails


Have you come to be defeated by me?


Come then.


Any last words?


I'll give you a lasting memory.





I guess there's no avoiding this.


If this is the path I've chosen, then...


I don't want it to end here.

[/QUOTE]
I can't help but think of the Elite Four from Kill La Kill while reading this. Each different colour/phrase seems to coincide with the personality of each.

 

[Hercynia]

Mosaic

A mosaic spreads, as far as I see,


Built by those who want to be free,


To give a false pretence of a fair world,


I'll rip it to shreds.


And now, instead of these well-crafted pretenses,


I'll make a world without any fences,


A world in which anyone can be happy,


Yes; even you.


As I paint the last peice of the painting,


I see our resolve bright and unfading,


The mosaic of truth is slowly building,


And I see me, helped by you.


"For I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."

 

[NekoQueen49]

Ummm, well, I don't do poetry very well. Sometimes I like to read it, but most of the time I find I'm too literal to get every nuance. So, might I post a part of my Bleach fanfic here?

 

[Fatality]

An excerpt of a short story I'm writing.


Tick, tock goes his faux heart as Eley sips from the rim of his glass, eyelids hovering over his eyes. Eley is best described as the devil, the tempter — he at most can be considered a friend, but Rama never considers people as friends — merely shadows in the background, only forming their limbs, their lips, when Rama takes what he considers a wasted moment to actually see them. And yet, even when Dis’ eyes crinkle and his lips pull back in a snarl at the simple mention of this man’s name, Rama can’t seem to let the intrigue of Eley go.


This is why he has sought him out, if only to answer unanswered questions about Dis’ past, a past Dis’ hides with a new, unique form of hate — hate that has easily masked something unmistakable — terror. Dis doesn’t fear Rama, even though he should, and that is because Rama finds himself surprising himself each day. What he should be tearing apart and settling aflame, he is caressing and petting. But Rama doesn’t mind it, even if it continues to shock him — in fact, the ripple that it has caused in his life is unexpected and new — downright amusing.


“Dis has never kept someone so long by his side before. They usually die.” Rama catches Eley’s eyes as the devil speaks, his own lips curling in a smirk because he knows. He knows that Dis’ companions are far and few between, and Dis would rather kill them than keep them. And it is in this that they are both so alike, and how the experience is so new. Gripping a glass in his hand, he takes a sip of liquor, the burn sliding down his throat as his thoughts circle round and round in a spiral; incomprehensible.


And it's in this moment that Rama has leaned in almost too close to his company, whose gaze rests on his figure with magnetizing focus; Eley is seemingly absent of a human’s usual shame — and that is what is so fascinating, the likeness in which they are both inhuman. This is what makes their first face to face meeting so intriguing — Rama is completely enamored by the idea there is a creature so like him, even though he was created and Eley was born.


With the hustle of the pub creating security for their conversation, Rama spares no hesitation — no pretty lies. “Dis has tried to kill me many times in the past, but he’s never been able to.”


“Do you think I would be able to kill you?” The words are meant in jest, but there is a hint of seriousness to Eley’s tone, and the devil tilts his head to the right if only to accentuate his point, his curiosity.


“No,” Rama replies, his lips pulling wider, his silver eyes glowing with the knowledge that only he knows. It always feels good to hold secrets, if only because secrets always leave you with the upper hand.

 

[NekoQueen49]

An excerpt of a short story I'm writing.
Tick, tock goes his faux heart as Eley sips from the rim of his glass, eyelids hovering over his eyes. Eley is best described as the devil, the tempter — he at most can be considered a friend, but Rama never considers people as friends — merely shadows in the background, only forming their limbs, their lips, when Rama takes what he considers a wasted moment to actually see them. And yet, even when Dis’ eyes crinkle and his lips pull back in a snarl at the simple mention of this man’s name, Rama can’t seem to let the intrigue of Eley go.


This is why he has sought him out, if only to answer unanswered questions about Dis’ past, a past Dis’ hides with a new, unique form of hate — hate that has easily masked something unmistakable — terror. Dis doesn’t fear Rama, even though he should, and that is because Rama finds himself surprising himself each day. What he should be tearing apart and settling aflame, he is caressing and petting. But Rama doesn’t mind it, even if it continues to shock him — in fact, the ripple that it has caused in his life is unexpected and new — downright amusing.


“Dis has never kept someone so long by his side before. They usually die.” Rama catches Eley’s eyes as the devil speaks, his own lips curling in a smirk because he knows. He knows that Dis’ companions are far and few between, and Dis would rather kill them than keep them. And it is in this that they are both so alike, and how the experience is so new. Gripping a glass in his hand, he takes a sip of liquor, the burn sliding down his throat as his thoughts circle round and round in a spiral; incomprehensible.


And it's in this moment that Rama has leaned in almost too close to his company, whose gaze rests on his figure with magnetizing focus; Eley is seemingly absent of a human’s usual shame — and that is what is so fascinating, the likeness in which they are both inhuman. This is what makes their first face to face meeting so intriguing — Rama is completely enamored by the idea there is a creature so like him, even though he was created and Eley was born.


With the hustle of the pub creating security for their conversation, Rama spares no hesitation — no pretty lies. “Dis has tried to kill me many times in the past, but he’s never been able to.”


“Do you think I would be able to kill you?” The words are meant in jest, but there is a hint of seriousness to Eley’s tone, and the devil tilts his head to the right if only to accentuate his point, his curiosity.


“No,” Rama replies, his lips pulling wider, his silver eyes glowing with the knowledge that only he knows. It always feels good to hold secrets, if only because secrets always leave you with the upper hand.

I'm very interested in the story behind this. However, if I may, I see no other problems other than you might want to cut down on the '-' marks. Instead you could replace some with a period and make a whole new sentence. Though it's just a suggestion, of course.

 

[Hercynia]

Contraptions

Clockwork, clockwork, breaking down the door,


Clockwork, clockwork, ever seeking more,


Clockwork, clockwork, completely uncontrolled,


Clockwork, clockwork, to find the crystal cold.


Clockwork, clockwork, Taking all our lives,


Clockwork, clockwork, tearing up like knives,


Clockwork, clockwork, now marching round outside,


Clockwork, clockwork, you break us down inside.

 

[billthesomething]

An Ugly Truth

​

In Zivia: The Garden of reality two gods sat among the beautiful arrangement of flora that was to be found in the center of reality and these two gods were Biasolin the mother of life and the other was Varamikus the Devourer of Life.

They spoke to one another as old friends; however, the jovial mood died when the god of death decided to voice his thoughts. Which the goddess would have had no problem with hearing if they weren’t of her greatest creation; The First Race


“They’re All Going To Die” The Death God’s Voice was deep like a horde of drums and it echoed throughout the garden with each syllable spoken. “I will not hear of such pessimism Varamikus,” Biasolin said with a voice unlike her fellow god was soft like wind chimes; she looked to the draconic god of death who sat across from her.


He stared at her with hollow eyes that lacked any sign of life “I Am Not Being Pessimistic. Biasolin, I Am Simply Stating The Truth.”Varamikus whose tone of voice was dull despite the more argumentive turn that the conversation had taken,


He only watched as Biasolin rose up from her seat and walked over to the center of the garden, in the center of the garden. A small globe gently spun “your truth is false Varamikus. You claim that my first true creation’s lives are coming to an end, but just look and see what I see”


And by his sister’s request, Varamikus rose up from his seat and wandered over to his sister’s side and watched globe “What do you see?” Biasolin looked to her elder brother with an inquisitive look“Life” He said quietly enough so that his sister didn’t hear him, he then repeated his answer “I See Life”He answered plainly


Biasolin calm and a gentle smile quickly transformed into a victorious grin just as her brother spoke those words “do you not see that you are false brother?” Varamikus let out a sound that could almost be considered a chuckle if it weren’t for its apparent lack of any amusement. “Nothing Lives Forever” One would intrepid this as some form of gloating from Varamikus.


If it weren’t for death god’s monotone delivery of said words “You Do Not Even Have To Look To Your Creation’s World To See That” He stated in a manner of fact. He looked to the ground and his sister being the ever curios deity, looked down as well and she gasped at what she saw.


The flora around her and her fellow god were dying, “Brother stop this Foolery!!” Biasolin demanded Varamikus shook his head sadly. He knew that it would be hard for his sister accept death as natural part of life


“I Can’t “ the death god answered firmly, “Death is your domain brother!!” Biasolin was getting frantic as she watched the garden’s flora wither and die, she tried to revive the flora, but try as she might. The flora wouldn’t rise back to life “And Life is yours” Varamikus stated calmly or perhaps the better word would be indifferent.


“Everything Dies Biasolin And While Death Is My Domain. I hold Little Influences Over It, I Am Simply It’s Personification. I Am A Part Of Nature, And So Are You”


Biasolin looked at the death dragon with barely restrained rage. “But Death Shall Have No Sway Over My Realm Varamikus!!” As She Screamed her voice transformed from the soft wind chimes to that of a raging hurricane.


Varamikus would have been rolling his eyes if he had any. “You May Be The Mother Of Life, But Your Behavior Is Like That Of A Child” Varamikus droned, but his insult was all that the life mother could take and with what sounded like a lion’s roar, she opened up a portal to Moarbása and pushed Varamikus through it.


Sending the death god back to his own realm, however she finished using what little influence she had over the realm, she created a chain and wrapped it around Varamikus’s tail then attached it to a large tower, in the middle of Moarbása “You May Bind Me To My Realm Sister, But Death Will Still Come For Your Creations” He shouted through the closing portal. Biasolin collapsed exhausted, she unused to such anger or perhaps was it fear? It could be either or even both, those emotional reactions are appropriate to hearing such an Ugly Truth and Biasolin knew it, but she was unwilling to face it.

 

[Hercynia]

An Ugly Truth

​

In Zivia: The Garden of reality two gods sat among the beautiful arrangement of flora that was to be found in the center of reality and these two gods were Biasolin the mother of life and the other was Varamikus the Devourer of Life.


They spoke to one another as old friends; however the jovial mood died when the god of death decided to voice his thoughts. Which the goddess would have had no problem of hearing, if they weren’t of her greatest creation; The First Race


“They’re All Going To Die” The Death God’s Voice was deep like a horde of drums and it echoed throughout the garden with each syllable spoken. “I will not hear of such pessimism Varamikus” Biasolin said with a voice unlike her fellow god was soft like wind chimes; she looked to the draconic god of death who sat across from her.


He stared at her with hollow eyes that lacked any sign of life “I Am Not Being Pessimistic. Biasolin, I Am Simply Stating The Truth.”Varamikus whose tone of voice was dull despite the more argumentive turn that the conversation had taken,


He only watched as Biasolin rose up from her seat and walked over to the center of the garden, in the center of the garden. A small globe gently spun “your truth is false Varamikus. You claim that my first true creation’s lives are coming to an end, but just look and see what I see”


And by his sister’s request Varamikus rose up from his seat and wandered over to his sister’s side and watched globe “What do you see?” Biasolin looked to her elder brother with an inquisitive look“Life” He said quietly enough so that his sister didn’t hear him, he then repeated his answer “I See Life”He answered plainly


Biasolin calm and gentle smile quickly transformed into a victorious grin just as her brother spoke those words “do you not see that you are false brother?” Varamikus let out a sound that could almost be considered a chuckle, if it weren’t for its apparent lack of any amusement. “Nothing Lives Forever” One would intrepid this as some form of gloating from Varamikus.


If it weren’t for death god’s monotone delivery of said words “You Do Not Even Have To Look To Your Creation’s World To See That” He stated in a manner of fact. He looked to the ground and his sister being the ever curios deity, looked down as well and she gasped at what she saw.


The flora around her and her fellow god was dying, “Brother stop this Foolery!!” Biasolin demanded, Varamikus shook his head sadly. He knew that it would be hard for his sister accept death as natural part of life


“I Can’t “ the death god answered firmly, “Death is your domain brother!!” Biasolin was getting frantic as she watched the garden’s flora wither and die, she tried to revive the flora, but try as she might. The flora wouldn’t rise back to life “And Life is yours” Varamikus stated calmly or perhaps the better word would be indifferently.


“Everything Dies Biasolin And While Death Is My Domain. I hold Little Influences Over It, I Am Simply It’s Personification. I Am A Part Of Nature, And So Are You”


Biasolin looked at the death dragon with barely restrained rage. “But Death Shall Have No Sway Over My Realm Varamikus!!” As She Screamed her voice transformed from the soft wind chimes to that of a raging hurricane.


Varamikus would have been rolling his eyes if he had any. “You May Be The Mother Of Life, But Your Behavior Is Like That Of A Child” Varamikus droned, but his insult was all that the life mother could take and with what sounded like a lion’s roar, she opened up a portal to Moarbásaand pushed Varamikus through it.


Sending the death god back to his own realm, however she finished using what little influence she had over the realm, she created a chain and wrapped it around Varamikus’s tail then attached it to a large tower, in the middle of Moarbása “You May Bind Me To My Realm Sister, But Death Will Still Come For Your Creations” He shouted through the closing portal. Biasolin collapsed exhausted, she unused to such anger or perhaps was it fear? It could be either or even both, those emotional reactions are appropriate to hearing such an Ugly Truth and Biasolin knew it, but she was unwilling to face it.

I enjoyed reading this, and liked the premise, but I have a few issues with it. In my opinion you need far more commas, especially in the first paragraph, and you tend to capitalise words that don't need it. This shows most in your dialogue. Speaking of which, in a few places you don't have full stops in front of said dialogue, or finish your dialogue with any. Really, you just have to watch out for your grammar here, and other than that you should be fine.

 

[billthesomething]

I enjoyed reading this, and liked the premise, but I have a few issues with it. In my opinion you need far more commas, especially in the first paragraph, and you tend to capitalise words that don't need it. This shows most in your dialogue. Speaking of which, in a few places you don't have full stops in front of said dialogue, or finish your dialogue with any. Really, you just have to watch out for your grammar here, and other than that you should be fine.

thanks for the critique. and i am glad that you enjoyed reading it

 

[Tohoak]

Bump! Lets get this thread going again guys! Great writing to all of you!! Keep it up!

 

[ClaveVesari]

Savant of Savoring.


Expert at Escaping 


From the Exo


Portraying daily revelations


In Ecto-poems. Muse a Coliseum


Where thoughts race in competition 


With the Unknown and what is missing


Holding metaphysical lectures in myself


Face to face. Neck and neck.


Head to Toe i search for self respect


I  


Face rage inside to resurrect 


A side lost to pride 


And high expectations.


In Existential Ecstasy of Stoicism


Where..


Expression of Soul releases hurt


In Lingual Reign


That Always Rise, as per the rite of heat


Down my neck, spine, where erect Phoenix's wings


Out of reach from depression


Sometimes I feel like life's a blessing


Then sometimes all I do is Question. 


Escape to Another World


I hide up under Dreams


To


A peak of flight to freedom


Bare plains of blank states and white scape.


Wiped slates, Fresh start, New Days


Does Enlightenment keep the fight alive 


But also decays the light of life


Fires in Eyes feed off Pain derived of Wisdom


To decorate with paint of the mind


Explain my side, How I see life


If I so choose to


The beauty is I decide.


So 


With the light of silver linings.


I reveal belief there's a reason why


We feel the way we do


When what's inside wants to Write.


To a rhythm that weeps in Silence, to illicit being Silent.


An Art of Emotion in Writing, between thinning lines


Of Paper


Printed Dreams to even out insanity


And forever Fly. 


Fin.