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Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure that was made, just for me..."
Literature
Blanking Out The Bad Days
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughts
As this means missing out on whole days
In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by
Which tells me this is not just a phase
But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe
They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass
Their turpentine optimism is misplaced
As my future begins to fade like brass
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days
But of late I do not have much choice
See anytime someone asks if I’m okay
A tremble can be heard in my voice
Somehow though I always keep it together
Like a jigsaw laid out on a table
But when I am alone I fall to pi
Literature
Love Again
Love Again
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
-
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Knowing that-
Eve
Literature
Fear of Life
Please do not fear being beneath the Earth’s soil
For that is where the seeds of flowers grow
Be patient and life will reveal its mysteries
But only when it is ready to do so
By all means take time to search for the truth
But beware, please do not become obsessed
As we only fear what we don’t understand
And what we don’t understand is but a test
A test of faith in whatever you believe
Now stand up for yourself and you cannot fail
If life is the hammer waiting to fall
Then you must refuse to be the nail
Please do not fear being above the Earth’s soil
For that is where the flowers begin to bloom
Just open your heart
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The subject commissioned was about treasure and how one man's treasure is another's trash. I wanted to take that idea a step beyond and include an entire story behind it, because I felt there was more to the idea emotionally and I hope this piece satisfies.
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Maties,
T'night we have a commission by - She's an incredible artist who's been around for about 4 years and really you should check her out if you haven't already.
The subject commissioned was about treasure and how one man's treasure is another's trash. I wanted to take that idea a step beyond and include an entire story behind it, because I felt there was more to the idea emotionally and I hope this piece satisfies.
If you too would like yer own poem or flash fiction commissioned. Check out my journal! There are plenty of special offers on at this time :3
- The orders are waiting :3
-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates
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This is so beautifully written. Kudos.