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Racing, chasing
Green hills
Gray sky
Whispering winds, fierce and cold
Forgotten dreams, lost and warm
The girl runs
Racing the winds
Chasing the dreams
Sun washed hair, wind-tossed and glowing
Sky drowned eyes, chaste and laughing
Never ahead
Never behind
Free.
Green hills
Gray sky
Whispering winds, fierce and cold
Forgotten dreams, lost and warm
The girl runs
Racing the winds
Chasing the dreams
Sun washed hair, wind-tossed and glowing
Sky drowned eyes, chaste and laughing
Never ahead
Never behind
Free.
Literature
Coming to Terms - Chapter one
Hey there, glad you could make it. It isn't often you humans trust a Vura. What do you call us? Sirens? Oh, never mind. Let us start with introductions. It would do for you to know who I am, as this will be a long tale and will require several meetings between us. I am Meloku deNysa, a member of the Serkan family. Ah, no need to introduce yourself. I already know who you are.
Now, for my story. Myth and legend both tell us that a hero's story starts with an unusual birth. This should have told me from the start that my sister would be such. After all, I carried her. No, she is not my daughter. I am, to this day, what you would call a vir
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A Lover of Sorts
A wandering ace roamed far and wide
Hoping to catch some education in stride,
But Western Wedding University, dead set,
Asked her, “Have you found a lover yet?”
She said, “I am looking for one, of course,
But they must only be a lover of sorts.”
“Of sorts?” McVay curiously replied.
The ace only smiled, heart filling with pride,
For he knew not everyone could understand
That all he ever wanted was to hold someone’s hand
And cuddle at sunset on a cold winter’s night
While drinking hot cocoa by the campfire light.
A kiss or two but nothing more,
Anything else he would abhor.
A lover of sorts woul
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To be Honest
To be honest...
I have much to say
I just want someone to love me and care for me, to hug me and cuddle me, to drink tea in the sunset and stay by me when I faulter...
When I cry, they hug me and tell me it will be okay
To listen when needed
To aid me when bleedin
To help me get to know myself
It's hard to deal with me I know
I cry when I'm alone
I'm afraid to let people in
I'm always frightened
I know I am sensitive
Even under this shell
I do not entirely know why
Why I have built these walls
Maybe from the constant heartbreak
Or maybe from the pain I take
I never speak about it
Not the whole tale
One I cannot remember
For it pains m
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A personal, poetic response to Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights.
I love that book. My favorite character, to many people's dismay, was Heathclif.
Enjoy! Comments, questions, and critiques are welcome.
(c) Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
I love that book. My favorite character, to many people's dismay, was Heathclif.
Enjoy! Comments, questions, and critiques are welcome.
(c) Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
© 2011 - 2024 Kimmy-of-the-Darkk
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This is utter perfection Sums up that 'wild, wicked slip of a girl' and her feisty daughter perfectly!
And, I must say, Heathcliff was my favourite too!
And, I must say, Heathcliff was my favourite too!