Day turns to night in the blink of an eye.
Everywhere there is life,
The very air you breathe is energy.
You could walk forever, but never look at the same face twice.
It's its own world, as if it could exist in the same state, forever in perpetual motion.
Passion for life is within every step, and inspiration is never out of sight.
The very buildings hum with excitement emitted from the bodies alive within.
The people, vibrant. Nothing is strange to see.
Anything you want is there for you to have, all your wishes can be achieved.
The flow of people stirs the mind, pushes it into worlds that might not have been discovered.
You wonder how y
It's the rush of night,
The dance of the lovers,
A sigh in the heat of the music.
Can you still touch the remains,
When you haven't opened your eyes,
Do you feel the lingering whisper?
There's the beat,
There's the heart,
And a majestic fall from above,
But still we stay for more.
Listen until the world stops,
Until your life runs out.
Is it still there,
When you think it's dead,
Or is it only hiding?
Day turns to night in the blink of an eye.
Everywhere there is life,
The very air you breathe is energy.
You could walk forever, but never look at the same face twice.
It's its own world, as if it could exist in the same state, forever in perpetual motion.
Passion for life is within every step, and inspiration is never out of sight.
The very buildings hum with excitement emitted from the bodies alive within.
The people, vibrant. Nothing is strange to see.
Anything you want is there for you to have, all your wishes can be achieved.
The flow of people stirs the mind, pushes it into worlds that might not have been discovered.
You wonder how y
It's the rush of night,
The dance of the lovers,
A sigh in the heat of the music.
Can you still touch the remains,
When you haven't opened your eyes,
Do you feel the lingering whisper?
There's the beat,
There's the heart,
And a majestic fall from above,
But still we stay for more.
Listen until the world stops,
Until your life runs out.
Is it still there,
When you think it's dead,
Or is it only hiding?
The revival of the moonlight's sun,
Shattered are the eccentric one's visions.
Death behold the beauty abound within life's fragile stained-glass world.
The thoughts flowing from your mind to mine.
Saddened am I from the emptiness in which my heart seems abundant in.
To fueled in my passion of anger,
You have been forgotten, erased as though you were never there.
I have forgotten the kindness of your eyes, the sweetness of your smile, the smell of your hair.
If truth be told, I would never have forgotten the touch of your gentle embrace.
To far away is my shore of longing paradise.
Captured in the catacombs below, the ground above m
They bury her,
Still stained in her own blood.
She had given in to her hearts true desire.
They say its sad,
Its a shame she went so young.
But it was what she had always wanted.
They say she would never go through with it,
That shed never do as she had threatened.
Now she lies before them,
Cold as the stone beneath her.
Some cry,
Some just sit and stare blankly at her grave.
They were too late to stop her,
Too late to take back their words.
They had given her words that killed.
They watched solemnly as her casket was lowered,
Wondering how they could never manage to tell her how much she meant to them
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Hey guys. How's it going?
I know, I know, I've been away for awhile. I'm terrible at keeping up what once was a hotspot of artistic creativity.
In other news, I've moved to the big apple! That's right. I live in New York City.
It's fucking awesome.
Since coming here, the creative writing juices of mine have slowly started to flow again and have been channeled into the form of short blog posts.
There is no theme with them, it's literally whatever comes to mind that I feel is worth putting down in words.
It's been doing well and has been viewed in over 8 countries!
Please check it out amd give me co
I'm excited to say I'm going to be doing a counted cross stitch created from a deviant art user's artwork. Yes, I do have permission from the artist to do this. When you look at the picture, you will know why I'm so excited. I looked at many LoZ pics, and I fell in love with this one.
As you can see, I'm a huge LoZ fan. Always have been. I named my awesome dog after Link.
Here is the artist who gave me her permission: GunnerGurl (https://www.deviantart.com/gunnergurl)
Currently I only have a template, and I am matching colors I have already to it. It's a lot of work. I've taken for granted premade packs that come with all of the colors coded and prematched for you. But
That way, if I ever disappear, you can bug me again to come back! Or if you just want to be my friend :D
All I ask is that you please let me know your dA name when you add me so I know who you are.
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