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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
float onnow I'm thinking
that the moon's smarter than me:
she's in love with the earth
but keeps her distance,
I lose my orbit
when you're not around,
and I find myself without gravity,
waiting for you all night
when I know you'd rather be
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happy
To leave their home for her newest installation piece
She cried sometimes for no reason other than
She felt like having a good cry
Her house was covered in her students’ drawings
She said the best art was produced from innocence
She went mad once, and painted canvas after canvas
In furious strokes of black
The soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew old
People shook their heads when they saw her
And whispered “poor dear” under their breath
But she was never poor
Her love for everything and everyone never died
It was swept in all directions like a summer breeze
Making people smile without knowing why
But the river rocks know
AlphaThere is an ocean
of wolves battering
my heels, teeth
bared, breaking skin.
Lightning is laced
into my spine, it
takes no prisoners,
but electricity is
no match for their howls.
I stand as the lioness
within roars and spits
out a hundred curses.
They are now prey,
with tumbleweed trolls
sinking their brambles
into matted fur.
Unique? Pathetic.You say that you are unique? Pathetic.
You are not, nor will you ever be unique. There are 7 billion people in the world- people just like you.
The same hair color, the same hair style; the same eye color, the same crooked smile. The same jacked up teeth that you forget to brush and the same chipped nails you pick at when you're in a rush. The same chapped lips- which you never stop biting; the same non-pierced ears that you never stop tugging. The same exact skin color, even when you tan; the same exact tan lines seen on every woman. The same exact figure, whether you lose or gain weight; the same exact death sentence, this is your fate.
A fate to always want to look like that girl in 3rd; to be as funny as that guy in 6th; to be as smart as the transfer in 2nd; and definitely be as happy as your teacher in 1st.
You can't say that you're unique when you have this fate. You can't be unique when you're just made of different people, and I will bet you anything that they're
the only timei say baby there’s too much weakness
we bled god to death like a dried up felt-tip pen
it is time to find another excuse for our shortcomings
but when your gutter vessels shudder
under pockmarked blotter
it is guilt
underscored in red
the sellotape the tear duct
the paper knife
the whip of risk the bodies at your feet
the every inherently senseless sacrifice
couldn’t satisfy this
i say there’s nothing to apologize for
the yellow in the sky feels dated
as i walk away
from tree to femur.
from wave to throat.
from cliff to iris.
from rust to skin.
slivers to paper mache,
creases to flame,
ashes to steel.
C19H28O2Testosterone is not a measure of a man.
C19H28O2 cannot make me smile
or feel safe in a claustrophobic world
in which breathing causes the piercing
colostomic pain of being alive
to rip through my thoughts.
C19H28O2 doesn't determine how a man loves
or how I love him in return.
It does not tell me whether or not
he will enlighten the biting nightscape.
It does not tell me who, or how to love,
because testosterone is not a measure of a man.
Soles (City Boy)Soles (City Boy)
i tugged at your arm and pouted
as you scratched our initials into the park bench
with our apartment key.
“can our lives be any more like a cheesy romance novel?!”
and you pushed up your glasses
and flashed me a smirk
and said simply,
“don’t test me.”
i’d always been a forest girl,
counting rows of corn instead
of cracks in the concrete,
sitting cross-legged under my bridge
listening to birds croon on crooked telephone lines
used to carrying a different kind of call.
but you showed me this place
where the sky glowed with
the beacons found below,
on passing cars
and the skyscrapers
like older brothers
looming far above our heads
yes, now we were living among the stars.
i arrived in the morning
and by mid-afternoon
i had internalized the sounds
of a hundred soles
scuffing across ill-kept sidewalks,
but our soles were dancing up on the rooftops
and no one could hope
to call us down.
i held tight to your hand
as you pulled us through the
ephemeral ( again )and i woke up in a
without knowing where i stood, snow
falling like dead raindrops
from a sky filled with
fall along my axis
and forget which way goes
the way our mind makes concentration
a little more
(to the left)
and there's a piece of you
you couldn't find;
don't forget that
there's monsters beneath the
sheets - ghosts without
(oh, how the sky is caving
in - )
run faster or
you'll just wake up to try
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"
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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