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The House That BurnedThe old house burned down today.The House That Burned
It wasn’t anything special. Only an old log cabin. Only ashes are left to tell its tale.
Ashes, and one quiet little girl. She carried the sun in her hair and the moon in her eyes, but neither shone. They resisted the morning’s bitter warmth. She sat on an old wooden chair by the door, hands folded in her lap, and when she saw me she turned away.
Ashamed.
I sat beside her, and tears began to spill from her eyes, though no child’s whimper escaped her smiling lips. Only a single soft, helpless cry. I wished I could help
by ~Windbeam
ReflectionsReflections of the forest Every creature, every tree Reflections of the world Staring back at me.Reflections
Sometimes they seem so real Distant shadows before my face But then the water ripples And then those shadows fade.
Is it reality, or just a dream Those echoes from afar The reflections, they're not real But the trees behind me are.
I can feel the earth beneath my feet I can feel the night, dark and true But if I try to touch the reflections-- They're only water, cold and blue.
And then I come to realize As I walk along
by ~Windbeam
Forever AgainRun step, quick step, just dreaming, breezing through the woods Perhaps running faster than the others think I should But the scent of sweet Autumn holds me to a soar Flying freely through reality’s open door.Forever Again
A shadow no father than just one step ahead All adrenaline quickly rushing to my head Footsteps speed up as determination takes hold But this time soaring will not win the gold.
While the shadow runs ahead and gets her first place I’ll just fall away with the chill wind in my face The gentle touch of silken grass against my skin The feeling of forever burnin
by ~Windbeam
Turned AwayThere’s a feeling of doubt inside of me A strange emotion I have yet to set free But in no one I know can I confide The guilt and the anger I’m trying to hide.Turned Away
So many hands reaching for my own, Unknowing that in this I’m very alone Not even you can banish my fears For you are the cause of these silent tears
But of your own words you are not aware Or is it that maybe you just don’t care? For if you think I’m blind, I’ll tell you this Some things in this world are hard to miss.
Don’t try to deny it, I know it’s true There’s somebody else that mea
by ~Windbeam
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Unknown NationIn the pathways Of the learning Of the flight. Cheveyo guides us Home by morning Gone by night.Unknown Nation
Within these forgotten pathways We know not our
Broken hearts. Good crow, tell me Are we sleeping In this land apart.
Down these ancient backroads We have carved a false
Existence.
One we shall never know. Against these truths Our resistance 'Going home.
Mark me up Another pain shed Promise. For this is how you say. Bow my head Unholy guises; What they call it as I pray.
by ~Blood-Rose-Renyu
-And Singing AloneThere is never a night without a song, and never a moon without a voice. If there ever was such a place, it would surely be shallow and distant, frozen and fragile. Why is it that we sing, turn our faces to the cold moonlight? For what cause are we longing, bathing in the lunar red reflection? A wolf without a cadre, is alone and often broken. A wolf without a cadre, wanders without knowing where they're going to. We sing because it is who we are, and also a part of us. We sing because it brings us closer as a pack, and in memory of the fallen. Without song, we would be nothing, our souls empty. We cry for the night's seal, and stain the worl-And Singing Alone
by ~Blood-Rose-Renyu
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- Current Residence: Oregon
- Interests: Wildlife, animals, writing, Track & Field
- Favourite movie: Lord Of The Rings
- Favourite band or musician: None
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever is done well and has good lyrics.
- Favourite artist: Can't decide
- Favourite poet or writer: David Clement
- Favourite photographer: Monty Sloan
- Favourite style of art: Traditional
- Operating System: Mac OS 10.4
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: Clam
- Wallpaper of choice: I hate wallpaper.
- Skin of choice: Snake
- Favourite game: Sardines
- Favourite gaming platform: Huh?
- Favourite cartoon character: Zap Brannigan
- Personal Quote: We fear the beast withen the wild, because we do not understand the beast withen ourselves.
- Tools of the Trade: My trusty mechanical pencil
- AIM: racethewind13
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