Some writtings

[Kristia]

Just some writtings of inspiration from random ideas, be it happy or sad, it all depends on how you see it

The cycle of seasons

Where the wind blows
There is a girl
Sitting under a tree
She is asleep
the autumn starts
and the leaves
make a bed for her

The winter comes
the girl wakes up
only to see
the natureīs flow

The spring rises
the flowers bloom
the girl gets up
and plays around

The summer comes
the sky clear is
an the girl
flows through the time

The season ends
and the cycle starts
all again
as the nature flows...

[Kristia]

A night and day

If you see a a girl feeding a crow
be careful because
she may be an inocent person
or there is something else behind
that female mask

crows are intelligent and they
can see through people
they know who to follow

the girl has a smile
and there is a hint
of laughter around her
but her eyes just see the crow
and small rivers go from her eyes
and drop from her chin
covering slowly her shirt
the girl is smiling and laughing
but crying is also seen

the crow perches on her shoulder
and she pets its head
they both see the moon
and walk to their home
inside looks normal
but in a room at the end of the home
is locked

inside of it lay toys and little clothes
all filled with dust
there is a small window
and you can see the park
the kids are playing

but inside that room
there is no kid to fill it
the girl opens the door
and see that lonely craddle
her small rivers grow
at the sight of it
locking the door again
and so the hopes for another creature
the girl lays down on her couch
and falls asleep in this grey world

but
waking up in a colorful world
where those inside her heart can meet her again
the house is surrounded by a snow forest
and inside it close to the chimney
are the girl holding her creature
and both of her parents

unfortunately
she knows that this isnīt her world
and when she is about to wake up
she gives a goodbye hug
to her beloved ones
and finally going back to the real world
ready for another day..

[Kristia]

A promise

People wonder about the girlīs mind
Some say that its ok
Others say that it has a problem
But what about it containing a soul?

Maybe you have heard of it
or maybe you havenīt
The curious thing is
that it talks to her
and she answers back

One time a person called the girl
He asked her to whom she talked with
The girlīs response was a smile
and she only said
"That is a secret"

Indeed that was a secret
only really close people to her
knew about this person
even though that they
didnīt know the personīs name

When the girl was alone
another girl appeared by her side
Both of them kept talking
and had a lot of fun
But someone saw the event

The girl was then locked in a room
and the people asked her about the person
She didnīt say a thing
so she could protect her friend
who for some reason
was gone

The time passed
and the girl grew up
the people stopped their questions
and finally let her free
to the free world

Outside of the white castle
the girl smiled again
and so her long gone friend
appeared again smiling too
thanking her for keeping
their promise

[S121]

@Kristia

All that in such a small amount of time?

You're on a roll, aren't you?

[Kristia]

actually I had them in my notebook for a while

That and an ongoing pokemon story ^^;

[S121]

I have a poem.

Is it okay if I post it here.

WARNING: it's dark. Not violent, just dark. Really dark.

[Kristia]

its a free world utsuh

[S121]

Okay. This is a poem that I made for school, but I did such a great job that I decided to keep it.

It's loaded with symbolism. For example, the two sharp knives are the hands of a clock.

(PS: I told you it was a dark one, so don't blame me. It's just that dark stuff freaks people out.)



Time, The Eternal Assassin


Time is unrelenting in its conquest,

To seek all beings and consume their lives.

It devours the weak, even the best.

Within its hands lay two sharp, deadly knives.

Time is the most patient, best assassin.

It murders the young, and even the old.

It drags all life six feet to their coffin.

Time is calculating, and very cold.

Time is beyond reproach in its sick work.

It precedes the reaper, come harvest day.

Time soon sees a man and readies its dirk.

What happens next? Who really needs to say?

The man says nothing, he's lost his last words.

Time has made sure that he's food for the birds.

[Tewi_Inaba]

I have a note book nearly full of poetry i've written. I have like 2 pages left. Anyway your poems are both very nice.

[Kristia]

well, I put my heart on what I write, there is part of me in them

[S121]

I aim to please.

I don't fancy myself a poet or anything, I'm actually very slow at coming up with them.

I guess it was luck.

Either that, or I just had that one moment of awesome.

[wonderweiss]

I'm not a poet, but I am a writer. Can't be that bad off. Let's see here...

The Night I met 'Him.' (Part 1/2)

I came back from work, weak from exhaustion
One would have said that I worked in the sun
I work in the shade
Making my stories
Away from the people and reality

One day I wrote a story that was better than most
It was bound to be the greatest one yet
I wrote it by day
I wrote it by night
and at last, I finished my poetry.

But then on the night that I finished it
I had heard the strangest of winds
Sometimes it howled
Sometimes it screamed
Then once it heard it rush by me.

After that I had thought that I heard the last of it
until I was then proven so wrong.
The door was ripped open
There were clawings on walls
And then I had heard something scary.

I went to the kitchen with my handgun at hand
then I heard the shattering of plates.
They dropped to the floor
and pieces were about
and worse, the front door had gone missing.

I rushed to the front to search for the thief
who broke everything and ran.
The night had gone colder
And the street was then darker
Until then I saw something of mystery.

A darkened figure had hid in the bushes
It looked like a human like me.
But it hadn't any clothes
and it looked very primal...

Just what was this figure before me?

Not bad. Part 2 of 2 will be coming out after Open House.

[Kristia]

The cycle of light and darkness

There is a time when the day engulfs us in light..
And there is a time when the night overcomes our mind..
This is the cycle between light and darkness..

We live in a never ending cycle between light and darkness..
Some prefer the shine while others enjoy the shadow..
Yet they fight each other..

But what about the time between them..?
It just stays for a brief moment..
but it is the time when light and darkness are together..

It is the time when they share their forbidden love..
It is the moment when two can become one..
It is the heartbeat of union..

The cycle continues and so the day and night..
This dance between light and darkness goes on..
As they find each other in the time of twilight..

[Kristia]

The moon.. Our guardian..

Even in the darkest times or in the times of dread..
there will always be hope in the moon as she gazes upon us..
giving us her guidance and light..

We are scared of the unknown..
We ara afraid of going to the void..
We fear crossing the fog of darkness..

But there is a lone guardian..
She enlightens our path in the night..
She is the moon that give us hope..

Sometimes her shine fades..
But she isnīt leaving us in the darkness..
This is a test of our will..

The moon is like a caring mother..
Never ending her gaze on us..
Always loving us..

She is our guide in the times of loss..
A lighthouse in the fog..
A chance of hope..

[Kristia]

Have you crossed the fog?

There is a fog
but it isnīt a normal one
no.. this one is special
This fog isnīt hidden..

Many have crossed it
few have come back
and they are different
what is on the other side?

It is easy actually
on the other side of the fog
lies the insanity
and it is addicting

Those who are exposed
donīt want to come back
but those who do
still have remains of it

You can actually see them
they are like everyone
just.. with different ideas
ideas that scare everyone

Crossing the fog is done by choice
caused by life triggers
and we just accept the fog
Hoping to never come back

But we come back
some could be happy
other donīt
it hurts to be forced

Sometimes we want to escape
be on our place of peace
away from danger
away from reality

It is a choice
to cross it or not
but when you cross the fog..
do you wish to come back..?