Sluitdewereld - ClosetheworldDaar lag ik danOnder de koepel van je blauwe haarEn even bestond er niets meer buiten de afstand tussen onze gezichten~So there I layUnder the dome of your blue hairAnd for a moment, nothing more existed aside the distance between our faces
Dragonsearthloveshadowdarknesswindmoonwatersunicestarshadow starthunder cloudfirefifteen dragons in flight, gliding through the atmosphere.each with their own abilities,each with their own color, and size,each with their own nature,and each,with their own destiny...
Mother Nature.Mother Nature.She is the world’s most notorious serial killer.No other can be more creative or spontaneous.Obscuring her weaknesses as her strengths,Eradicating masses reducing flesh to ashes.She turns all novels of life into a vengeful thriller.The effects of her actions are simultaneous.Her native reach is beyond any man’s length.The fact is while we worry about taxes,She could strike again at any given time.After generations of countless preparations.We still cannot calculate her complex design.As she alters her variation to suit any situation.Some pledge their allegiance to her,Others doubt whether she exists.Regardless of the feelings you have towards her.It is still her terrain to retain, tangle and twist.With minimal effort she controls the deserts, the concrete and the seas.She is capable of making grand buildings tumble to their knees.With ease she can encourage the streets to flourish with disease.And afterwards create ever green trees with hom
Wise Old SageWise old sage how many years have you seen?How many birds have come to rest in your branches?How many a sunrise have you watched in your existance?How many nights have you glimpsed a falling star?How many scars give witness to lovers who have met hereHoping to leave their mark upon the world?Great old sage how many births have you stood here?How many generations have lain in your towering shadow?How many children have hidden amongst your plentiful leaves?How many a swing has been hung upon your powerful limbs?How many fragments of rope bear witness to the laughterOf the youth that dare climb upon your bough?Dear old sage how many storms have you weathered?How many times have you braved the force of winds?How many snowfalls have you braced yourself against?How many times have you blossomed once again?How many springs have you had to start anewStretching your glorius branches towards the sun?And now old sage you have withered and broken.Your roots have run dry and your
Winter WonderlandSnow blankets the fields that once were greenThis Winter Wonderland which can be seenCreating starkness in a shade of whiteWe gaze in awe upon this sightSnowflakes drifting slowly to the ground Floating softly without a sound Placing shapes upon this earth Filling hearts with Winter's mirthAll wrapped in garb to keep us cosyOf joyous laughter and cheeks so rosyWe make snow-angels in the snowSuch sheer delight with eyes aglowSnowballs flying through the airAs children play without a careShrieks of glee flow on the breezeAnother memory our hearts will seizeAnd when the day is finally doneWe say far
Ever On Time goes ever on. Ever on, as I sit and wait. The tears bleeding forth from my eyes. My mind in a state of loneliness, as I sit with no one to comfort me. Have I always been meant to suffer? Or is it that I have done nothing for myself to be at ease. Whatever the case, I only wish I've done something to bring her to me. Now I sit and wait till the day she comes for me....
Journey To StarClan"Clawface!" Spottedleaf hissed, her amber eyes wide with fear and fur bristling. She backed up into a corner, away from the heavily-scarred tom "What are you doing here?" She had never feared this tom- as a medicine cat she was above that- but nowthe evil glint in his eyes sent a chill through her spine."Finishing you off, crowfood!" He growled, baring his yellow teeth into a snarl. With eyes gleaming with the light of battle he leapt at her, thorn-sharp claw unsheathed as he aimed for the medicine cat's throat."Not while I can fight, fleabag." She threw the insult with determination, some vague voice in her mind telling her that she didnt stand a chance. Her mentor, Icepetal, had died before her training was complete, leaving some things out- including some of her fighting training. She could only dodge Clawface's attack as his teeth snapped next to her twitching ear. Clawface growled and flew onto his opponent's back, and with the skill of a seasoned warrior he pinned her to
Jouw verre landWaar ik slaap, deinen auto'sisomorf met de zee.Onder een betonnen deken, kusten sust het stoplicht me tot rust.Maar ergens tussen hier en nergens,aan het eind van dode paden,op jouw land en onder jouw genade,werd mijn kortsluiting geblust