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Dragon raiser
Welcome to the mountains
Please enjoy the view
If you leave the path
'Twas nice knowing you
I walked into the mighty range
To search for bones of old
People here are mighty strange
"Flee and hide" I was told
There were no finds on the path
My fellows picked them bare
So to the signs I gave a laugh
What fools won't fear, I swear
Off the path the bones were rich
Becoming more and more unique
And then I stumbled into a ditch
Where the bones began to speak
"Greetings Master" the old skull said
The bones rose and grew new meat
Until the skull had a dragon's head
Which bent to kneel at my feet
"Your power brings us back to life
Wherever our bones now are stored
And if you save my kin and wife
Then you shall be the dragon lord"
What fool would not take such a deal
I raised all dragons from the dead
And then in return for my zeal
The dragons promptly ate my head
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I used to design paper airplanes.
Flying fascinated me when I was younger, like it did most of us at that age I imagine. And, as my own attempts to fly were invariably spoiled, I turned to the art of making other things fly for me. There was something gloriously fascinating about taking an unwieldy piece of paper and seeing how far and fast and high I could make it go.
I had a book for this. Awesome paper airplanes, or some such. I delved into that book for all its secrets... but eventually those secrets began to bore me. Here was an airplane that could cover a field, this one flew a clockwise circle, this one would do so many loops. It was terribly formulaic, and every one would tell me its function before I'd made the first crease.
So I set out on my own. I started by messing with the ones I knew, and then I started experimenting. What if I creased the paper here, then flattened it? What if I put a nose on each end? What if I put a rubber band on the front of the wings? Nine out of ten planes simply fell to the groun
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A bit of light
"She was my flame, but I was the wick. Just letting her burn up me and my world in hopes of making a little light"
It was dark again. I suppose that would be deep if I thought about it, but hell knows it does that every night.
I looked back up. The tower revealed to me that time does not in fact have any effect on space. At least, not the space between me and wherever she decided to be instead of here.
Or maybe it did, cause the clock struck 10, and she was back again. Smiling, laughing, hearing those bongs ring out across the courtyard as if she didn't know we'd agreed to meet at nine.
Red and orange were dreadful colors to wear together (or at least, horribly out of fashion) but damn me if she couldn't make a barbed-wire fence look like the finest silks and furs.
"Oh, how have you been, it feels like forever since I've seen you."
It does, and it's mostly her fault, but that's not what comes out of my mouth.
"Blinking feels like a forever without you behind my eyelids."
Hell's blood,
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Can't sleep-01
Keep breathing, keep bleeding
Cut the souls from ever-worn
Keep trying, keep stealing
All the time since you were born
The tides of man and simple things
Bring forth the sleepless night
But in the end the angels sing
That this was not your fight
Sell your arms for battle scars
And end the walls before your time
There is no ships left to reach the stars
But I still hope you'll be mine
Three wise men once told me well
That never was there a chance for life
But three wise men drowned and fell
And it was I who held the knife
So sing to me, elder fiends
Speak of worlds that you think nice
But I slew you in my dreams
And I shall pay no price
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I miss them. And they're not even gone yet. The wind is breaking the trees, the snow is falling, and they're standing by my side still. The night claims many good friends, but I wish it was I who was to be claimed. It would be so much easier that way. But true cowards never die, so I'll stand by the side of the road and watch as you all ride off to the deaths that you have well earned. And I'll sit here with a life I have never done one thing to deserve keeping it.
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Stupid Heart
So let me explain away my plight.
I don't mind if it's not right.
But I tell you I have my reasons
For what I'm about to write.
It's quite simple, you see.
At least, it is to me.
Because I don't care what happens
As long as she is happy.
And she is happy, in any event.
No more troubles or argument,
No need to bring it back up,
Please stop talking, I'm content.
I think she's happy, anyway,
I never asked, just what they say.
She smiles more than anyone
I will swear she's happy everyday.
So, no problem, no issue, what the shit.
Why should I care about any of it?
I have no stake in the matter anymore
I don't need a place to fit.
Stopping now would be smart,
I have no place and no part.
Make her happy, and it is so,
I don't care about my heart.
Just leave me be, I'm begging you
She is happy, I'd swear it too
There's no need for me here
She's happy, I'm done, I'm through.
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Light to dark
In lights of old, there was no dark
No night, no shadow... and no heart
The men of old were pure and true
For that was all they knew to do
You know all that died quite soon
For in ceaseless day, there was no moon
The gods of old thought peace was life
A true existence, no war or strife
But the hearts of men crave more than light
And without choice, man knew no right
So one day men thought what else might be
If they scattered the light and became free
You may curse man's name, for his whims
Or curse the gods for not stopping him
Because now light and dark are hard to find
Mixed in life, in day, and in man's mind
But do not think that all is dark
For in the night man found his heart
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Useless Poems
Oh what's the bloody use?
This is my fifth try tonight
And every time I delete it again.
Backspace, remove, undo, no more.
Every thing I write is the same
Words and useless words.
And never the only thing
The one thing I'm looking for.
What is it, burn you.
A sunrise over the crystal lake?
A ring of flowers around your corpse?
Or maybe it's just a warm hand.
Doesn't matter, I can't find it,
I've failed me again, worthless words.
I've lost the rhyme, rhythm, and scene.
And honestly, I've lost my mind.
It took me five words to say this,
And now five stanza's on repeat.
I'm still stuck inside my head.
And nothing's coming out tonight.
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KaidokJ Featured By Owner 5 days ago   Digital Artist

Thanks for the fav on Inktober 10 - Flowing a.k.a Time stops for no man


I’ve never been much of a nature lover, well, there was this one time, at band camp, but never again. However, I do occasionally like to match wits with Mother Nature in a friendly game of Will This Kill Me, or camping as some people like to call it. But you’ve got to do it right. None of this glamping business, with the fancy tents and modern technologies, like fire or clothing. Camping is about survival and awakening your primal instincts. You just can’t do that if you succumb to the weaknesses of underwear or flashlights. It’s all about respecting nature. How can you expect a three week old, dead, rabid, zombie koala bear to maul and eat your intestines if it has to rip its way through your jeans as well as your abdomen? I know. It’s completely unrealistic. Sure, their claws are sharp and the zombie virus makes them abnormally strong, but jeans are a tough material to tear and their cute little hands are so tiny. Can you really live with yourself knowing that because you couldn’t bare it in the wild, an insatiably ravenous, unholy marsupial might starve? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want that on my conscience, which is why I always expose all my vulnerabilities to the infinite dangers of the great outdoors. Just to keep things sporting.


Gyuufun Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thanks for the fav <3
AreMeerulAmg Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2018  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks for the fave on :happybounce: 
Blu-Oltremare Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2018   Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch! =)
Sara-Arasteh Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for the fav!Lily - Bullet [Left] - F2U!   
veeegeee Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2018  Professional Writer
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FJFT-Art Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2018
Thank you so much for the watch and the fave, I really appreciate it :D
LateStarter63 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2018  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you very much for the 'Watch'.
VeiArts Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for watching me :)
Yioshka Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank-f-tw6 by Yioshka  
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