The Art of EscapismThe Art of Escapism1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thump ka-thunk thump- the sound of bare feet rhymatically running on old wood planks sounds in the otherwise empty forest. The rushing wind that echoes in her ears tries in vain to wipe the tears from her face- salty paths that end in a drip off her chin.
The soles of her young feet cross the last of the splintered wooden bridge, still yet strong enough to ignore the dull slap of pain. Just a flash, a gray silhouette of a girl- the crystal-blue water with the faded leaves hardly notes her passing.
She's needed this for so long- sweet serenity from the city's endless roars and rumbles.
The rum-a-tum-tum of her fleet feet match the rumbling sound of drums, a nice change from the constant roar of the unresting city she had grown so used to. The city, with its grey walls- prison walls, always keeping you locked inside (she shivered, but she wouldn't have you know that.)
Colored leaves imitating the tones of the sun crunch in her wake as she imagines floating through the forest, leaving all
The Tree's NameThe Tree's Name1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tree grew in the midst of the Old Forest.
A lot of people went for a walk in this forest. But mostly they did not notice the tree. It stood a little off the road. There it had its place where it had grown naturally.
The tree was still young, but already very strong. Its roots were deeply anchored in Mother Earth. It had strong branches and many twigs where birds liked to nest. The birds were its friends. They felt well there because of the tranquillity and the strength of the tree. Its leaves became dark-red in autumn and were wonderfully veined.
The tree had a dream. It wanted to know its name.
During one long dark and cold winter it dreamt of having a name and being called by it. That would produce a very special magic and it would find its destiny.
One beautiful evening the air was clear and pure. It was summer and the air was comfortable warm and starlit. Even here at the remote place in the Old Forest where the young tree grew penetrated the starlight and the war
A Collective RealizationA Collective Realization5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Collective Realization
We are the dead
Yes, we are the dead
Freezing, but learning.
So who are we now?
Those lost in savage Africa
On a quest for ivory
Our hearts full of
Oh, the horror, the horror!
We are without time,
Lost in time,
Or, rather, it is
The space-time fabric
Which is lost in us.
Yes, that is it.
And we, too, have our time
Just as the day
Or the night.
It is day by the blessed sun
Or, night by the blessed moon.
We say it is the moon,
We know it is the sun.
then god be blessed
For it has its time!
And winter has its.
To everything, they say,
There is a season.
A time to break down,
A time to build up.
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak.
Yes, all that.
But what else.
Yes, we know now...
To be drunken off Soma
Or Victory Gin,
It is the best and worst feeling
We shall ever have.
And in the Golden City,
That is all there is.
And for a time, it is good.
And then they awaken us.
Elven TearsElven Tears1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sitting hidden at the foot of an oak,
Songs strike up longing, flying sadly with the wind.
Swing themselves on a cloud, floating in the wide world,
Looking for a human who is imprisoned by a dream.
Penetrate his soul to allay softly the sorrow,
Want to take all pain with them into eternity.
Rain falls from the dark sky and I am weeping silently,
Because the way to my soul is misplaced for all time.
I open my eyes, extinguished is the starlight,
Quiet my songs die away. Sadness fulfils my existence.
Feeling the wind like a warm breath that embraces me,
Hoping that one day it will bring back all the stars.
Comforted by the moonlight, I wait for the next day to come.
Just another day of all those days of time.
Another day that will make my heart beat full of hope and joy.
Nature's Night SongNature's Night Song1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere cool and silent
The trees spread their shadows.
And I feel, speechless bowing,
That I am deeply sheltered.
It is as if the sky
Has silently kissed the earth
That she in nature's glory
Now has to dream of him.
In the forest, there is a green spot.
It is shady and is clear,
Has still seen anybody
Except the stars and me.
The wind blows through the fields,
The gras waves gently.
The woods rustle silently
So starlit is the night.
Bright, in a solemn bow,
Star for star rises from the wood
And in the hills around nestles
The land and keeps silence.
And my soul spreads
Widely its wings,
Flies through the silent lands,
As if it flies home.
KyuketsukiKyuketsuki2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was just a kid of 6 years old when suddenly her big brother died, it was a painful death, so horrible for a young girl to see it, and she had been alone with him seeing him going, she suffered even more than her parents, who were important aristocrats, Johannes and Elizabeth Muse didn't have time for their children, a young man of 17 years old and his little sister.
But after some days they were obliged to do so, two weeks later, Johannes parents died.
The police found them dead in their old house, at that point Johannes decided to put an end to that, he hired people, to find the murderer of his family, ignoring the fact that his daughter was suffering more than anyone, the girl who saw her brother bleeding to death, she saw someone killing him, someone not human.
The murderer wasn't found, it was the perfect crime.
Then suddenly the ones in charge of finding the killer died with the rest of the family, uncles, aunts and cousins.
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.When Your Best is Not Good Enough9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.