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Hello, Dear MeDear me,
remember our early promises
so heartfelt and true
about the beautiful future,
well, I haven't made them true yet,
but I can swear that they guide me.
I didn't love me much in the past -
words spoken to hurt seemed so real
and loving something not perfect felt like a sin.
I choose to love me now:
love my mind,
love the way I think and the way I understand,
love how my hair looks in the sun,
love the color of my eyes,
the books I choose to keep close,
how my fingers move over the piano,
the decisions made
and the first uncertain steps
That will take me where I want to go.
Where I have always wanted to go.
For being me.
Not That Different: Windows and DoorsSometimes I fall silent.
Facing the whiteness of what is yet not,
Of the nothing that must be made something,
Must be made beauty by me.
My weapon of choice - words.
The bulding blocks of a new reality.
I paint a picture in black and white
So that others may see a world of magic.
But facing the white,
I fall silent sometimes
And words fail me
And I fail them.
I watched others come face to face with the nothing.
But they used colors to chase it away.
Brandishing delicate lines
And confident strokes.
I watched windows be opened,
Windows to new worlds
Frozen in a moment of beauty.
And I saw stories hidden
Behind every swirl of a line.
I have no skill in my fingers
To open windows with charcoal and oil.
I'd like to think I open doors
For others to come through
And settle in peace
Just for a while.
I saw us work in similar patterns.
Breaking down walls in between dimensions
So others can see what is hidden in our minds.
We face the same blank space
Time after time.
And turn nothing into som
Fear the FutureWhat I need is a map for the future,
Where every treasure is an X and every pitfall has a warning.
I want thick green lines that tell me the shortcuts
And thin red ones that mark the wrong ways.
But the road is long
And nobody knows its turns and twists.
I wish for a map,
For I look into the future
And the future is fog and darkness.
Heart of mine, give me hope.
I have to choose a path at the crossroads,
But the roads are a thousand.
And one goes into a forest of wolves.
And one goes into a desert without end.
And one goes up a grey mountain.
And one goes into the cold sea.
My feet are bleeding already
And my compass is broken
And each road is a thousand miles long.
Heart of mine, give me guidance.
I wish for a companion in my travels
To make a joke and sooth my fears
But I walk alone, for my path can fit nobody else.
I wish for a horse to ride,
To ease my feet and carry my burdens
But the road is narrow and my pockets are empty.
I wish for a fire ahead
That would guide my steps throug
Instructions for Being a Good GirlKeep a smile handy, along with your lipstick.
Squeeze your heart to fit in a top.
Walk on needles and don’t dare to trip.
Taste is a luxury, calories are unforgivable.
Those are the basic rules, got them all down?
Pick a face now.
You’re lucky, girls come in two models -
Vixen or virgin.
The measures are fixed, customize the colors,
But not too much.
No warranty, no exchange.
Remember, all women are witches.
It’s still a fact, even if a letter is changed.
The modern witch needs nothing but glamours.
These come prepackaged - beauty in a capsule, youth in a tube.
Running out? Sorry, thanks for playing,
Glamours are the currency for all your trades.
Witches come in two models - sexy or hag.
Let’s see, what am I forgetting?
Be helpful, “no” is the worst insult a person can hear.
Nod. Wave. Laugh at unfunny jokes.
Let others enjoy you.
And didn’t I tell you to smile already?
Princess - KorolevnaЕе прозвали Соколом и это имя ей шло. Гибкая и тонкая как лук, Инге сражалась как прирожденная хищница, неважно ли в кабацкой драке или на поле битвы. Неплохая спутница дл&
Tsuren's SonnetКак лист увядший падает на душу
Тень прошлой жизни, выкинутой в море.
Теперь с собой я в непосильной ссоре:
Я утонул, хотя вернусь на сушу.
На прежнем берегу — мечи и серост
More Than a SumI am more than the sum of my parts,
More than the sum of my roles.
Even if there is an infinity of them -
There is an infinity of roles I have
And some more that I want:
I stand at the intersection of words
That designate a function.
But still, they don't designate me.
We are made of the same elements
And the molecule on the tip of an eyelash
May have danced around a campfire
We are made of water and salt, like the sea.
The sea washes my eyes when I'm sad.
We are made of earth, dust and ash
But those who say we return to dust are not right -
We return to everything that lives, too.
But I am more than the sum of sea and earth.
I am more than the sum of molecules.
Because they are only for loan
In this thing called a body.
The element of spirit refuses classification.
I might give it shape in metaphore,
But too many words have been said already.
Let's just i
The Princess of SorrowOnce upon a time, there was a kingdom. A peaceful, contented, sleepy sort of kingdom - with white towers and green forests, with apple trees and blueberry patches, with small ponds and red-roofed houses. It was a prosperous land where life was ever the same.
Of course, this kingdom had a king and the king had a palace, built out of gold and ivory. In the palace, the ruler lived with his family - his wife, a prince and a princess. The royal family also looked like they were made of gold and ivory - they had pale skin, and they had curls, delicate like golden threads. The king loved his family very much and admired their beauty, especially the little princess', who had the sky in her eyes.
In that peaceful kingdom, they lived for a long time, for the fields were fertile and hardly any work was necessary. There were no worries in the kingdom, until one day a storm came to ravage the land.
For many days, the storm screamed and raged, until there was no more food and no more rest for the
Shadow of the ColossusA promise he made, to uphold
For a love transcending
The cost is for those who are bold
Dormin's aid came, so did the blade
Sixteen would fall, their souls would fade
Dormin's aid came
Dormin's aid came
To save her life, thus had he prayed
"These colossi, who take all forms
Earth, Water, Wind, Fire
They traverse, to wither the storms
Their killing will save her
For each kill done, at the shrine I
Awaken - I heave to breath. Why?
For each kill done
For each kill done
I give my life? Does my soul cry?"
The sixteen died, by his own hands
some fought, others did not
The wanderer died, in those lands
Forlorn, alone, to rot
None thus would pass, into that place
None could enter, there was no trace
None thus would pass
None thus would pass
Wanderer braved what he would face.
The Dirge of EmptinessAs I watch, while the calls are made
Havoc rages without a trace
Bespoken reveries thus fade
Leaving a soul without a face
Our creation was not for hope
Thus did we beseech, to elope?
Alas, alone we soon awoke
The dirge, we heard – silence it broke
Faustian Sonnet IIWhen I reached the crossroads I said “Devil,
I met a stranger off the interstate,
gamblin’ man, gruff from greed who said he’ll
stir the tax man to Zion church to say:
‘Nineteen thirty-five, women and whiskey
begin runnin’ dry, the church says patience
be our profit, but preacher, you will see.
I’ve never seen you drink or seen you pray.’”
Gamblin’ man, gruff from greed, who said he’ll
be our prophet, and preacher, you will see.
When I reached the crossroads I said “Devil,
five— nineteen— thirty women and whiskey
stirred the tax man to Zion church to say:
‘I’ve never seen you drink or seen you pray.’”
Of Silver, Red, and Blackened SkyStanding straight with blade at ready
Steel, resolve and honor shone as
Bright as ardent, fated fire
Forged by blood and budding kingdom
Kaldan waited by the water
Where the dragon's torrid air burned
Scorching planks and scouring masts
Scattered o'er the glowing harbor
Thick and black, oppressive plumes plunged
Paradox deep into terror
Townsfolk fled in fearful droves that
Filled the night with frightful screaming
Stirring beasts left best to slumber
Bringing forth a roar so mighty
Frenzied light unleashed in her eyes
Lady Rinehart had awakened
Near the knight, the dragon dived in
"Now!" he shouted, blade swung downwards
Twin ballistas loosed their payloads
Launching spears entwined with fine steel
Piercing through the scaly cuirass
Clotheslining the flying wyvern
But - the bolts that held the weapon
Broke and tore and whipped the shoreline
Murder ran all through her thoughts as
Though the woe of others seemed trite
Rinehart told the wailing wives she'd
Wear their errant tongues as tr
a different storyevery corpse
in my laboratory
tells a tale
... a different story
i was burned in a fire
i was soaked in gas
i was pushed out a window
my throat was slashed
i was raped and strangled
i was shot
i died while driving and texting
i deserved what i got
i was run over
i was hung
i slipped from the highest
i lost my balance
on the stair
i broke my neck
i suffocated, no air
i took 200 tablets
i choked on steak
i jumped the fence at the zoo
i stepped on a snake
i tried to beat a train
now i'm a stain
i went down the wrong street
stabbed by gang-bangers and then beat
drank til i passed out
drown under my bathtub spout
hitchhiked on the road
shovel, lime and rope in the trunk, stowed
did my own electric
got zapped by power
dropped the soap
slipped in the shower
made love to a woman
with a wedding band
baseball bat, bludgeoned
by her husband's hand
work under a car
slam, squish, dead
no helmet on head
drugs, - overdose
sex, - aids
smoking, - cancer
war, - hand-grenad
Rub'i of MelancholyI who had once wished to the stars, aloft;
And paid from my deeds, for I thought, how oft
Have I dreamt of the days of old; my way -
cold, distant - like woodcraft that has gone soft
Captain BeckhurstThey seek me here,
they seek me there,
SkyNavy seek me everywhere.
My thieving soul will be forever cursed,
for I am the dammed elusive,
I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a fearsome reputation,
all quake in fear when they spy my flag,
It's certainly no cause for celebration.
The stories told about my deeds,
to be sure are filled with gore,
to hear them speak you'd think that I,
was rotten to the core.
Apparently I've slit the throats,
of at least a thousand men.
And lets not forget the ships I've wrecked,
time and time again.
By rights I should be swimming,
in all the blood I've shed.
My name a lone is cause,
for unimaginable dread.
Yet here's a little secret,
that might shock you and amaze.
Though I steal and cheat and lie,
and villains sing my praise.
The stories that they tell of me,
are simply all a sham.
Despite my wicked ways,
I've never killed a single man.
Yes I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a cooked up reputation.
The gruesome tales of violent deaths,
are from the ima
Kingdom MineWhen I look to the sky alight in red,
A blaze of gold and crimson flame above
The sails luffed up and jigging taut, I tread
Upon a sea of hope, my one true love.
At once the water breaks beneath the bow,
Like steel through Gordian’s cord; this kingdom mine!
I sail and sail, my freedom now endowed.
Once more, the day will rise on my own time.
Set sail into night- the stars so bright,
A guiding gift of God- afloat tonight.
De regenboogOoit liep een man naar de regenboog.
Het moest en zou hem lukken!
Want aan de voet van de regenboog, zo zegt men,
Staat een pot vol gouden muntstukken.
Zijn hele leven heeft hij gezocht,
Met gescheurde kleren en open wonden.
Hij vervloekte de zon, hij vervloekte de regen
De pot met goud heeft hij nooit gevonden.
Wie zijn hele leven naar rijkdom zoekt
Omdat hij graag nog meer had gekocht
En al wie hem helpen wil, vervloekt
Zal sterven op een dode tocht.
El LlamadoTrajo el viento una canción enredada en su pelo,
Que sonaba con voz de sirena, con susurros de mar.
Le escuche pasar y tire una flor por anzuelo.
Y con la canción en brazos al norte me heche a andar.
Pasé por montañas altivas; en rios bañé mis ropas.
Entre hierbas que hablan misterios sólo soñé con tu voz.
Con tristes fuegos fatuos compartí unas copas
Y para no perder tiempo, monté una tormenta feroz.
A la orilla del mundo construí un blanco navío
Con nubes, para darle alas, con velas de fino papel.
Zarpé hacia el norte, para evitar extravío,
A la canción que me puso en camino, siéndole siempre fiel.
Un dia volví a casa, como vuelven también las aves.
Abrí la ventana para que el viento pudiera entrar.
Dejé la canción ir flotando sobre corrientes suaves
Para que a otro viajero al mundo pudiera llamar.
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