There is no motivation, looking for salvation,
take this fate and make it yours before it's late.
Like a throwing card, the turns are scarred
by the choices made to the last and lost raid.
Scared by theories and found among the teary,
there was never strength even beyond arm's length,
scars should be in different places among the stars,
but now to deal the deck and make this trek.
When all stars are lost, what becomes the cost?
A single prick of light, seeking out in plight
another speck, another dot, another fleck
that has a debt to pay and wants to stay.
To be without luster amongst the cluster,
for once and twice to grow into
Untitled -How Many Are There That Play You?- by blazendragonmaster, literature
Literature
Untitled -How Many Are There That Play You?-
How many are there out there that play you?
The ones that either are perfect or seem so,
yet there's that one thing, it hurts, too,
to be the one on the end of it, yet nowhere to go.
Do I stay or do I go? What decision to make?
There's reasons for everything, why it can't just
go away. That's fate, that's will, but they take
away everything and leave only pain in the dust.
They tease you, fate and will, until you want
to let go, but battle on and go and fight
against that powerful river that is a daunt,
a hard task that saps out all the light.
Nowhere is quiet, not anymore. There's no
inner sanctum, no sanctuary that is meant
to
We've run so far, but not fast enough.
All our stories have a way of keeping up.
We are our pasts, our futures shaped
by what changes our stories make
We are our pasts, we are our futures,
our voices sing out, our songs cry out.
Our words carry on and on
into the past, far to the future.
Decisions we made, choices we face,
we are done, we are gone,
but yet we live on. We keep going,
our feet take us to where we run.
We are our pasts, we are our futures,
our voices sing out, our songs cry out.
Our words carry on and on
into the past, far to the future.
So we gather and we call to those
who move along, but the
In dreams, it is possible to do anything unbeknownst.
They have a way of haunting you, of surprising you.
Dreams are supposed to be a compilation of your
life, bringing all thoughts and memories together.
All that can be asked is why are they so strange?
Dreams are hard to remember, but those that are
against the ebbing tide show their strength, their power.
My feelings have been known, and still I have them,
and I had excepted, but something called them forth
from the past, like long lost, cursed treasure.
Dreams aren't painful though, no curse mark there,
but I got to say things I never did. Faces I had
lost came back, crystal
ExT. New England Woods - eVENING
MARKUS walks through the forest, a hiking backpack on his back and his breath visible in the air. He wears pants and a long sleeve shirt, the shirt brightly colored. He looks up at the setting sun before he continues walking.
Ext. New England Woods clearing - moMENTS LATER
MARKUS walks out into the clearing to find an object towards the other edge of the clearing. After he sets his pack down by a log and the fire pit, with wood in it, in the clearing, he goes over to the object and kicks at it. SOLTI groans and turns to look at Markus, who jumps backwards at the sight of SOLTI.
Markus
Whoa!
So
Soulseeker Society Chapter 1 by blazendragonmaster, literature
Literature
Soulseeker Society Chapter 1
The Proposition
"He'll do nicely, won't he, Sir Ceogyr? He did quite well handling our mistakes..."
"Those were not mistakes, Mistress Algisu, but merely-"
"Enough, Sergey! They may have been experiments, but they were failed ones. Now, Mistress Algisu, if you would so kindly go and fetch this Keyblade wielder, we'll see if he's up to the task."
"Yes, Sir Ceogyr,"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before anyone asks, I don't know why this
of all things hit me so hard today, so close to
a time when most would die just to be with
the one that means the most to them.
To whom this is about, I'm sorry. I don't
care if you read further. I just need to write
this out, to help myself, and I want others to
see it, to relate to it instead of inquire about it.
Most days, I don't care, most days, I actually
am relieved. But there are days, particularly
today, when I take out that secret note and
can only look at it and wonder why.
Why I didn't act sooner? I realized it, there
were so many opportunities to slip in that I
wanted to be
There is no motivation, looking for salvation,
take this fate and make it yours before it's late.
Like a throwing card, the turns are scarred
by the choices made to the last and lost raid.
Scared by theories and found among the teary,
there was never strength even beyond arm's length,
scars should be in different places among the stars,
but now to deal the deck and make this trek.
When all stars are lost, what becomes the cost?
A single prick of light, seeking out in plight
another speck, another dot, another fleck
that has a debt to pay and wants to stay.
To be without luster amongst the cluster,
for once and twice to grow into
Untitled -How Many Are There That Play You?- by blazendragonmaster, literature
Literature
Untitled -How Many Are There That Play You?-
How many are there out there that play you?
The ones that either are perfect or seem so,
yet there's that one thing, it hurts, too,
to be the one on the end of it, yet nowhere to go.
Do I stay or do I go? What decision to make?
There's reasons for everything, why it can't just
go away. That's fate, that's will, but they take
away everything and leave only pain in the dust.
They tease you, fate and will, until you want
to let go, but battle on and go and fight
against that powerful river that is a daunt,
a hard task that saps out all the light.
Nowhere is quiet, not anymore. There's no
inner sanctum, no sanctuary that is meant
to
We've run so far, but not fast enough.
All our stories have a way of keeping up.
We are our pasts, our futures shaped
by what changes our stories make
We are our pasts, we are our futures,
our voices sing out, our songs cry out.
Our words carry on and on
into the past, far to the future.
Decisions we made, choices we face,
we are done, we are gone,
but yet we live on. We keep going,
our feet take us to where we run.
We are our pasts, we are our futures,
our voices sing out, our songs cry out.
Our words carry on and on
into the past, far to the future.
So we gather and we call to those
who move along, but the
In dreams, it is possible to do anything unbeknownst.
They have a way of haunting you, of surprising you.
Dreams are supposed to be a compilation of your
life, bringing all thoughts and memories together.
All that can be asked is why are they so strange?
Dreams are hard to remember, but those that are
against the ebbing tide show their strength, their power.
My feelings have been known, and still I have them,
and I had excepted, but something called them forth
from the past, like long lost, cursed treasure.
Dreams aren't painful though, no curse mark there,
but I got to say things I never did. Faces I had
lost came back, crystal
ExT. New England Woods - eVENING
MARKUS walks through the forest, a hiking backpack on his back and his breath visible in the air. He wears pants and a long sleeve shirt, the shirt brightly colored. He looks up at the setting sun before he continues walking.
Ext. New England Woods clearing - moMENTS LATER
MARKUS walks out into the clearing to find an object towards the other edge of the clearing. After he sets his pack down by a log and the fire pit, with wood in it, in the clearing, he goes over to the object and kicks at it. SOLTI groans and turns to look at Markus, who jumps backwards at the sight of SOLTI.
Markus
Whoa!
So
Soulseeker Society Chapter 1 by blazendragonmaster, literature
Literature
Soulseeker Society Chapter 1
The Proposition
"He'll do nicely, won't he, Sir Ceogyr? He did quite well handling our mistakes..."
"Those were not mistakes, Mistress Algisu, but merely-"
"Enough, Sergey! They may have been experiments, but they were failed ones. Now, Mistress Algisu, if you would so kindly go and fetch this Keyblade wielder, we'll see if he's up to the task."
"Yes, Sir Ceogyr,"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before anyone asks, I don't know why this
of all things hit me so hard today, so close to
a time when most would die just to be with
the one that means the most to them.
To whom this is about, I'm sorry. I don't
care if you read further. I just need to write
this out, to help myself, and I want others to
see it, to relate to it instead of inquire about it.
Most days, I don't care, most days, I actually
am relieved. But there are days, particularly
today, when I take out that secret note and
can only look at it and wonder why.
Why I didn't act sooner? I realized it, there
were so many opportunities to slip in that I
wanted to be
Well, I can't seem to settle on one thing to do. It's kinda a pain, but that's how that I work. Done with shitty poetry about a girl. She'll be done with me in a few weeks anyway from the way she acts. There might be one last one, but other than that, back to random observations or doing nothing at all poetry wise.
On my story front however, there's three ideas I'm working with: The Kryer Chronicles, The Crimson Shadow, and Soulseeker Society.
The Kryer Chronicles: set in the past of the Aurian world of Crimson Shadow, this details the first Kryer War. Kryer's are the offspring of demons and angels who can spawn more. While some Kryers beli
Okay, here's a rundown of my week and its results:
revealed my feelings ~~ lost a friend?
Eagle board of Review ~~ I'm now an Eagle Scout! Muwhahaha
may have picked a college, depends on the first thing ~~ we'll see?
actually fell asleep in a class ~~ i feel awful, never done that before
finally released time moves ~~ that's just a depressing thought
even when people think the same, they don't ~~ kinda self explaintory
I've got a lot more going on then just this. It sucks,gods does it suck, but the main thing I'm writing about
I GOT EAGLE!
Woot! I'm finally 18!
Crap, scary thought, because here's a couple of things that I now have to deal with:
college
voting
being tried as an adult
did I miss anything?
Another update:
I'm going to try to update this: thechroniclesofrahiel.blogspot.com: much more often, but I still need help!