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Old Unfinished Writings foundRiver To Willows
The sound of rushing water under me was music to my ears, actually I was quite glade I was not on ground at the moment, after what had happened a few minutes ago. I looked back at Poppy and saw she was staring at me for a while with her eyebrows furrowed together in a look of confusion and worry. " I'm sorry about what happened back their sister, truly I am!" she began pleading to me.
" Poppy it wasn't your fault, nor our mayor's, we got away and that's all that matters at the moment." I tried to explain to my older sister.
" Saffron "
" Poppy, for once can you stop worrying and let me handle things by chance?" I blurted being to fluster to even care about her reaction.
I sharply turned away before we made eye contact. I heard a low huff behind me of grief, but I still did not turn back. I glanced down at the rushing water. It was outstanding! I could even see your reflection in the water, but the reflection I saw before me was not so beautiful. It was a fac
If I could write a musical ...(your average fairy tale of the lady in waiting and the knight to save her from the grip of the main villain whom wishes to marry the maiden typical but who doesn't love the classics?)
A lady who shall forever be captive
With twisted halls and staircases that bend
A tale you'll never forget, one you'll never forgive
And yet, even though, you may not comprehend
This story I now tell, may never end
(something I wrote a long long time ago that possibly involves one of my older stories which means it could be related to my reflection story, I would make sense and fit it's just really corny XD)
And yet I'm beginning to learn,
Though those cold eyes can burn
That in the darkest of nights,
There's still light
But the biggest part
Is that everyone's heart
Still has a chance for love
Will always have a chance for love
(there's more I just can't read it cause I think I spilled tea on the paper years ago )
(some British strict gray woman of high class
Reflection: practice "why?" she whispered. Reflection froze at her voice turning around with what seemed almost like an annoyed expression but as quickly became masked with a wide grin. "my, my you sure do enjoy asking question don't you?"
Amy scoffed avoiding his stare and crosses her arms still being stubborn "no I don't, your just not very clear with what you say or make any sense at all for that matter."
Reflection just chuckles and continues walking " in due time my dear, everything should be quite clear"
" those little rhymes you make up, it gets irritating ..."
Follow Me .... againFollow me,
and you'll see
in this twisted pantomime
you can let your imagination take flight
come, and take my hand
let your future unwind
and leave the past behind ...
and you will see ...
a mystery ...
where you can be ...
most anything ...
The Territon TheaterThe theater, as anyone who ever walked by it could clearly see, looked liked it's been unoccupied for over 100 years. Vines crawled up the sides and the hinges to the door have been rusted leaving an eerie creaking noise when attempted to open. The theater had once been a lively joint, always crowded with only the best dressed and wealthy aristocrats. Music would leak through the walls of the grand building and ring through the streets of Warren. The owner of this magical theater was a magician who was proudly titled Girter the Great.
Now Girter was a complete mystery to the townspeople of Warren, no one knows his true age for when you met him he seems like a fine gentleman of the middle age. But the rumors of the town told you other wise, it has been said he has walked the earth for more then a thousand years, but no one can be sure if it all but speaks the truth
REF SHEET ReflectionOC Profile,bio sheet
Full Name: Reflection (or Edgar Prince which was his name before he died and became Bringer of Human Insanity)
Why did their parents name them this?: uuuummm cause they felt like it I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THEY ARE!!
Why did you, their creator name them this?: I gave him the name Reflection cause he has the ability to communicate to humans by traveling through reflections in mirrors and water and basically anything
Title(Mr./Mrs./Lord/Lady/Sir/): The Bringer of Human Insanity
Nickname(s): I don't need no fraggin nickname!!
Do they like their nicknames?: NO
Race/species: I'm my own species 8)
Ethnicity: born in Austria so I guess Austrian but he grew up in France I'm confused
Realm/Universe(Real world, an anime verse, etc.): I'm living in this dream state world in between life and death (I don't know what to call it yet)
Age(and how old they look): 5 27
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
Predators of the nightA gust of wind
Blowing through our hair
The dead leaves
Cracking under our feet
The night sky
A blanket over our heads
And the full moon
Blessing us with its silver light
A perfect night for us hunters
To look for our prey
it was a broken sense of beautifulhis smile was like dust caught
in sunlight; more like a dreamy state
of being than reality, like the half-
remembered yesterday that still haunts your
memories because you
didn't want to forget how it
we'd lie on the floor with
slats of light shot across the ceiling, drinking
in the atmosphere
with windows propped open by
books and yellowed pages,
and by the time
we wandered into sleep, we were drunk instead
smell of roses --
he was a broken kind of beautiful, a
beautiful kind of flawed; love-letters, anonymous
and never sent littered
the dusty floorboards beneath his
of what we were before
love found it's way
back around; hours passed in a sunset haze
as my fingers ghosted over words
he'd written half-asleep, ink smudged on his fingers --
they say the music
comes when your heart's about to break, more
like a whimper than a bang; but i've
never heard a song so
sweet, and this sense of lovely has found it's home
inside my bones --
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be one of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
That Girl Needs TherapyTick tock goes the clock
A swarm of birds swim in a flock
The school of fish flies in the sky
The rat comes out to say "good-bye"
"I say", said the cat to the rat and the bat
Upon thy mat on which they sat while they chat
"It's good to see you all", announced the child with a twirl
But if you were to look into that room, you'd see only the girl
"Doctor!" said the nurse "she is at it again!"
"She has always been this way since I can't remember when"
"I can't take much more, she's got bats in the belfry!"
And the doctor simply replied
"I think it's time for therapy"
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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