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The years flow into centuries
And the pictures become real
Life becomes a fantasy –
There are dreams and hearts to steal.
Dance straight out of reality
And into paradise.
Love the theatricality
And roll the weighted dice.
Build me something wondrous,
Build a better dream,
Revel in the oneness
Of mind and magazine,
Embrace your uncertainties,
Encase them in a lie,
Abandon all your purities,
Build castles in the sky.
The Taj Mahal is better
When marble fades to silk.
A leaf becomes a letter,
And men turn into milk,
Bizarre takes on new meaning
And the mazes never end.
The weighted dice are waiting
To start it all again.
Build me a something monstrous,
Send me on the run,
Revel on the oneness
Of mind and loaded gun,
Embrace the unknown darkness
And let the knots untie,
Lash it to the turrets
Of your castle in the sky.
Build a better mousetrap,
Love a waking dream,
Sculpt it out of pinesap
And mind the magazine,
Embrace a tall, dark stranger
In the caverns of your mind,
Incinerate the dangers
Of your castles in the sky.
And the pictures become real
Life becomes a fantasy –
There are dreams and hearts to steal.
Dance straight out of reality
And into paradise.
Love the theatricality
And roll the weighted dice.
Build me something wondrous,
Build a better dream,
Revel in the oneness
Of mind and magazine,
Embrace your uncertainties,
Encase them in a lie,
Abandon all your purities,
Build castles in the sky.
The Taj Mahal is better
When marble fades to silk.
A leaf becomes a letter,
And men turn into milk,
Bizarre takes on new meaning
And the mazes never end.
The weighted dice are waiting
To start it all again.
Build me a something monstrous,
Send me on the run,
Revel on the oneness
Of mind and loaded gun,
Embrace the unknown darkness
And let the knots untie,
Lash it to the turrets
Of your castle in the sky.
Build a better mousetrap,
Love a waking dream,
Sculpt it out of pinesap
And mind the magazine,
Embrace a tall, dark stranger
In the caverns of your mind,
Incinerate the dangers
Of your castles in the sky.
Literature
A fateful night
"Stupid mom, stupid dad." Nolan muttered to himself, "why do they always have to fight." He sighed and looked around, the forest was familiar here but he'd never been out so far without an adult, he hesitated. It was pretty scary, but he had to prove to them he didn't need them! And he didn't! He took a moment to gather his courage and continued onwards. He'd make his own home, here in the woods. It wouldn't be much lonelier. He was the only kid in the village. After all, elves didn't really have a high birthrate. He looked up, the night sky smiled at him through the leaves. The leaves ruined it a bit, he wanted to see the the night sky in fu
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A Dream
I watched as they walked him forward so I could say goodbye. He was wearing just a loose long-sleeved shirt, and the blue looked beautiful with his hair. I had always loved gingers. He stood so tall. How could he stand with so much weight on his shoulders? When Willem reached me, I stood on my toes to kiss him. He pulled away slightly.
"No. I don't want to make this harder for you."
"Please Willem, for me." He bent down and kissed me gently. "I would have married you," I whispered so the guards wouldn't hear. I wanted this moment to be between me and Willem and no one else. He looked in my eyes one last time, and they led him away with the
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Cover
Cover
Hello,
Do you know me?
If you don’t by now you won’t.
Did I tell you? Would you listen if I did?
To the end of these words.
The closing of the book.
The dust,
It must be overlooked
For I know the rest of my story will be.
Leftovers of life to be shoved in the corner of the room.
Never restored or remembered.
Just whispers into the unknown of emptiness.
The unknown before me.
So much silence,
Looking to the fog:
The mystery,
The sense of loss,
The future.
If you remember me:
Then, now, forever.
Then I’ll live on through thoughts,
Through wishes.
In the end my true desire
Is but room in the soul of the world.
To be reme
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Oh god, I dunno. Definetly rampant Inception references and weird stuff about lucid dreams.
I tend to write first, figure out what the hell I'm talking about later.
I tend to write first, figure out what the hell I'm talking about later.
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GREAT rhyming! I can see why my "Beauty In A Rainstorm" reminds you of this poem.
It's similar, but yours is, by far, better than mine.
I couldn't begin to describe how much talent I think you have. Great job.
It's similar, but yours is, by far, better than mine.
I couldn't begin to describe how much talent I think you have. Great job.