Unforgotten Strength - A TLoS Short Story by xZethanyx, literature
Literature
Unforgotten Strength - A TLoS Short Story
The realms no longer lied in ruins, but in the light of all that had been won and lost.
Over the edge of the balcony, Spyro observed that light. Though it was night and the celestial moons have long since parted so many years ago, the purple dragon still saw a glow among his new kingdom. Since the beginning of this new age, it was as if all the darkness and woe that ever occupied even the tightest corner had been flushed away with the shadowy hand of Malefor. Still, with all of this brightness that now floated like a holy fog through every island and every plain of the realms, heavy grief polluted Spyro’s heart.
The mighty hero gazed
I have a name
You seem not to know
Should i out it on a sign
And make that sign glow?
My name is not nerd, weirdo, or freak
Those are the names that you tend to speak
I have a name that my parents gave me
I am not nameless, can't you see?
I write it on every assignment I do
But you're like "Wait, that girl is WHO?"
I have a name and so do you
You seem not to know why, only few do
I may be invisible or out of you're sight
I'm most near the corner and not quite
But when I'm in spotlight I'm always real bright
Because those with the biggest hearts known how to stay alight
My name is Jordyn, do not forget
Because one day that might be a big regre
the taste of joy is bitter and sweet
swinging in circles of laughter and hearts skip a beat
faces blur except for yours
it’s the only one that makes me warm
i know not of what is love, what is true, nor is fair
but i always remember how much you cared
the anxiety, the nerves, the smile i’d hide
the tears I’ve lost in all of our lies
but never has anyone given me ink
that bleeds bliss instead of somber
blinded by the light you bring
I compose melodies of blight no longer
but memories are all that remain
to force my pen to write of praise
but lets face it now, we are only shame
so I continue to reminisce of happier day
Hazel eyes and virgin lips by InvaderEcho98, literature
Literature
Hazel eyes and virgin lips
An interest aroused by Hazel eyes and virgin lips.
A fond game to be played in the steam of life, and a rolling desire for whom who's intellect may be equal.
A switch turned on for nothing but the mind and a bright light from within.
A loveless grasp by nature and a letter on each key creating beauty with words and an unforgotten feeling.
From the dark she sees all, unseen and safe from the ringing of hell beneath her window in the outside world.
If I were to harbor a regret, It’d most likely be about the one I want to forget. Or not. I try to, but I should not. I could not. For this one saved my life, And as thanks to a heart I put a knife. Despicable, cruel, call me so, Hate me, love me, I had to let go. My friend you were, I acted like a foe, Sometimes I hate myself also. More in the past, less in the present, In time my heart will be transparent, But my gratitude shall be forever apparent. So to You, my one regret Please, never forget. I had no love for you but I had plenty And with these words that make my heart heavy: I thank you, I cherish you, But I have never loved you. I loved me with you. And love me I always shall, As you have thought me, it’s only rational. Good-bye. Avoid me in the after life.
Es geschah vor langer zeit, er fern von ihr so wahrlich unnahbar. An Emotionen und Freudigkeit waren sie gebunden, Liebten sich unvergleichlich wunderbar. Sie Erklommen die Berge der Strebsamkeit, den Himmelspfad der Begierde, fielen aber auch tief in die Schluchten ewig zerstrittener Zierde. Das Jüngste Gericht war noch nicht gesprochen, immer wieder die Gefühle zu ihr krochen Immer wieder, Die Liebe Ihn an sie Band. Emotion hier, Emotion dort, Emotionen überall im land. Doch Ihre war so unvergänglich Wahr, Unverändernd und Ewig Klar. Sie Gaben sich alles, fielen und flogen empor. Die Liebe die beiden zum Engelspaar erkor. Des Herzensgefühlen gleichen blättern im Winde. Sie taumeln in der Luft, immer fliegend durch des Zeitens Gewinde Oft wurden die mauern gebrochen, die Emotionen wollten Frei sein, oft verbrachten sie ungutes, das ihren herzen nicht gut tat, doch man konnte verzeihen Eine ewig gleichende Lange zeit Beschritten beide mit Bravour. Doch Spielten sie leider beide