Always waiting
for the perfect change to strike me down
so cunning, so patient
Love is a language it cannot possibly understand
and I've given up on trying
the more I give, the more it takes
Life is nothing,
i am Nothing
it fills me with these thoughts
I feel the viper's sting
biting me
mercilessly
feel the poison
coursing through me
Spite, contempt, and hatred
take but a moment to begin
and years to subside
Opening myself,
opens more wounds
leaves me bleeding once again
No
if only it were that simple...
We've lost our way and can't come back
The lands behind us can no longer bear the fruits of tomorrow
Today, we can only reap our sorrows
The road before us is barren, lifeless
We are confused, hopeless
We were Idealists, working towards a greater good
Avaricious, satisfying our selfish desires
Compassionate, giving so others could have more
Arrogant, believing that we deserved more
We were Misled, by those we trusted
Lied to, by those who taught us
Convinced, by those who raised us
Abandoned, by those who left us without a way out
The fog rolls in, surrounding and encasing us
Divided, we scatter in confused turmoil
Helpless to
If thoughts could transcend the limitations
Of space, time, and mind
If such warmth were not so transient
and difficult to find
If criticisms could not harm,
but strengthen,
your resolve
If loneliness could be fought,
and not control
your fears
If you can hold fast
to your hopes
If you can believe
in yourself
Then you can go the distance
An endless row of cars, streaming down the road
Crawling forth an inch, brakes singing
The sun glaring harshly in her eyes
Exhaust filling her lungs
Eyelids drooping
Fatigue
It was a road often not traveled
Merging into the traffic
What were the odds?
A hazy, angry night, trying to forget it all
Dropping a broken bottle of cheap whiskey
Fumbling for his keys, merrily jingling
The car engine roaring in his ears
Hands trembling
Drunk
It could have been anyone
Sitting in that car
Why?
Metal grinding into metal relentlessly
Crimson blood spilling on concrete
The wail of ambulance sirens
Desperate gasps for air
A tiny heart
There was a cozy little corner in the cafeteria where he liked to take his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was in this fashion he could sit facing away from the crowd of students eating their meals, and be at least somewhat shielded from the cacophony of sound that assaulted his ears.
There wasn't much to look at, in all honesty. The window was abominably filthy; the sill coated with a thick layer - some sort of hybrid blend of grime and dust that stuck greedily to your fingers if you tried to sweep it away. Streaks of a window cleaner could be seen on the glass panel - the result of previous, unsuccessful attempts at cleaning it.
Not t
The emotions are piling up
Like flakes of falling snow
The whispers of a winter wind
Tell the truth he'll never know
The drops of rain are steady
Endless pour, never ceasing
I want to take the leap
But I don't know if I'm ready
Uncertainty clouds my mind
While Doubt and Fear align
A Shadow trembles in the dark
Of the one I left behind
Time is impatient and unsympathetic
As he hurries along ahead
But I am left to ponder
Filled with fear and dread
I can't see the road ahead
But the sky is filled with stars
How can one be so distant
And yet fill me with such warmth?
I want to move forward
And see what lies ahead
I can't sta
Look to the sky
Before you walk
There's a man up there
Who would like to have a talk
You'd have to squint to really see
Look to your left
Now to your right
He's a rather elusive man, isn't he?
But he likes to roam about
He won't come back, you know
even if you give a shout
There's a row of sunflowers in the thicket
If you're fast you'll catch him waiting
No, he has no interest in the flower
It's just the leaves he'll be painting
Pull the gate back and hear a creak
Before you have the chance to speak
Brush and paint clatter and splatter
And all that's left are emerald footprints
They'll lead you through the trees
Just when
Dragon of the Mountain Ch 7 by Wistfulwish, literature
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Dragon of the Mountain Ch 7
Finally, the third worthy traveler, now a well-seasoned warrior, approached the mountainside.
"O Great Dragon of the Mountainside, I have come to return your sword."
The Dragon once again revealed itself, and looked expectantly at the warrior.
The warrior suddenly lunged, striking the chest of the Dragon with its own sword. The sword did not kill the Dragon, however a deep gash was left where it had struck.
The Dragon set its claw on top of the sword so the warrior could not take it once more.
"Why do you hurt me, warrior?"
"O Great Dragon, forgive me. I am afraid I have not won the heart of the fairest girl, even though I have bested a
Dragon of the Mountain Ch 6 by Wistfulwish, literature
Literature
Dragon of the Mountain Ch 6
The second worthy traveler, only slightly older, prostrated himself before the Dragon.
"O Great Dragon of the Mountainside, I have made a grave mistake. I have fallen in great debts from gambling once again and am in dire need of just one more scale."
The Dragon growled, making the man shake. "You are a fool to think that the gifts I gave you would be given freely again."
The Dragon lifted a claw, and the man waited for death.
"I curse you and your descendants. You shall never enter the gates of Heaven until those scales are returned to me. After death you shall wander the earth, unable to experience the world around you, unable to feel,
Dragon of the Mountain Ch 5 by Wistfulwish, literature
Literature
Dragon of the Mountain Ch 5
For the next hundred years, the Dragon only spoke to three humans - the worthy travelers.
The first worthy traveler, the mother - no longer youthful but now old, wrinkled and weary - approached the mountainside as she had so many years ago. Her son, however, was not with her.
The Dragon revealed itself, and waited.
"O Great Dragon of the Mountainside, I have made a terrible mistake. My son has become a tyrant who wrecks havoc on the world. Because your blessing gave him protection, he has become arrogant and pompous, knowing that no one can take his life but he can take theirs. He has grown up without a father, and feels superior to those
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