MAGIC SKY !!!
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Looks like an angel watching over this place !
I love the Aurora - When I watch these wonders of the night sky, it is like - nothing else. I have no words. Take a look at this beautiful YT-video, too:
youtu.be/UqnRcYoxK5w
THE ASTRONOMER
In the shadow of the temple my friend and I saw a blind man sitting alone. And my friend said, "Behold the wisest man of our land."
Then I left my friend and approached the blind man and greeted him. And we conversed.
After a while I said, "Forgive my question, but since when hast thou been blind?"
"From my birth," he answered.
Said I, "And what path of wisdom followest thou?"
Said he, "I am an astronomer."
Then he placed his hand upon his breast, saying, "I watch all these suns and moons and stars."
-Khalil Gibran-
Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.
A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.
"It isn't your
All of my visitors and friends ; Please use Two minutes of you time to read this poem ? .
A lovely gift from my friend Shaundi !!! :
- To See a World in a Grain of Sand ---
Phantasmagoria Contest EntryShadows are deceptive things, constantly changing and shifting. They jump and dance. They flow and, every once in a while, they pounce. A shadow attacked me once, or it tried to. Shadows can be fast but light can be faster. If not for my little beam of light the shadows might have had me that night and then there might be no story for me to tell. It was dark, there were no stars that night and the shadows were hanging in the trees, clinging to the branches. My path took me under one of those shadow covered trees and one of them jumped at me. My light kept it bay just long enough for me to get away, home safely.
Stories are light in the darkness. Stories are shadows beyond the light.
There is something wonderful about being alone. Even for a short amount of time when you can let the silence wrap around you. Of course there is never perfect silence. There is always the hum of some machine chugging along. But…to be away from the constant voices of people and the other sounds they mak
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The Search
The Search
Prompt #7
12/16/12
It was an odd tradition of ours: The Search.
None of my still-breathing family knew who started it or why, but they didn’t question. They simply searched without thought, seeing it a fun Christmas activity for the whole family.
The whole family, that is, except me.
What was the point? Search for the stupid key, put it in the stupid lock, and get the stupid prize, which was very stupid, if I might add. Some silly stuffed Santa Claus or new ornament to add to the tacky tree. I hadn’t won once, of course, but that didn’t add to my sour attitude towards the whole routine. I didn’t try, anyways. Who cared?
Out of my three other brothers and five sisters, only one actually truly enjoyed it, excluding my parents, which actually thought that all of us liked The Search. She was nine years old, the youngest of us all, me being the ignored middle child of fifteen.
Despite her desperate attempts at victory each year, she hadn’t won
The sacrifice.the ocean sings
the bluebirds fly
the shells will scream
their silent cry
when divers come
to get the pearl
you raised so long
for a little girl
five years you were working
for the final move
get it ready in time!
For the final approve
the diver
he CRACKS you
he SMACKS you
he HACKS you
and you were just shielding
your little pearl
and while you are sighing
the diver is smiling
and while you are dying
the princess is crying
'cause you had to die
for the princess' delight.
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Beautiful Poetry !
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Venus and Mars - Lovely digital work !
I LOVE FANTASY AND FAERY TALES.
Lynda Barry wrote these beautiful and very true words :
"There are certain children who are told they are too sensitive, and there are certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight. And when these two come together you get a fairytale, a kind of story with hopelessness in it.
I believe there is something in these old stories that does what singing does to words. They have transformational capabilities, in the way melody can transform mood.
They can't transform your actual situation, but they can transform your experience of it. We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay. I believe we have always done this, used images to stand and understand what otherwise would be intolerable."
My STEAM :
steamcommunity.com/profiles/76… My fairy name is Hemlock Moonwand
She is a messenger of the moon goddess.
She lives close to vixen and badger sets.
She can only be seen when the seeker holds a four-leafed clover.
She wears black and white like a badger, and has bright blue butterfly wings.
