Remember to breath, When the time comes, Remember to take a moment, To just be. You need to get through this, To be okay, There are people who need you, Even if that person is yourself.
"I have seen the darkness,
I have seen a man's legs blown off,
By a tank,
I have seen the cold fire in the eyes,
Of a man set to kill another.
I have seen the abuses of the weak,
By the strong.
I have seen the darkness,
And I still believe in you.
So believe in yourselves,
And each other."
Have you considered,
That when the skies turn blood red,
It's far, far too late?
I don't need these anymore,
Since I now use my phone,
For every written idea.
Sometimes I like to dream,
That the day will come,
When I will have cause,
To write in these notebooks again.
But I doubt that day will ever come.
And so I throw them away,
One after another,
Is just another useless word.
Of wasted time,
The days seem to pass.
Dust in the wind,
With nothing to show for it.
When love first meets,
It's hopeful ambition,
Is replaced with greed.
Until your poisonous greed,
Replaces all the sap in your marrow.
You will stand upon this hill,
Watching the universe pass by.
For your perverse love,
Can make the silent sing,
And the powerful silent.
And we will not abide,
We will not abide such things,
Such things to go unpunished.
You can and should feel free to share my posts on social media.
You can and should feel free to re-blog my posts.
My only stipulation is that you should include a link back to the original content.
Sharing actually helps my writing spread around and it’s about the only way I’m going to get beyond my current follower count. I know some writers are against sharing things to social media–I am not. Again, presuming there is some way to get from the shared post back to my original post.
My next post from my other blog, Cryptix Monsters.
I’m still trying to figure out how much I should cross post between the two blogs. And if I should link that other blog to twitter and facebook. Everything is connected to my poetry right now. But I’m not sure how I feel about having to manage more social media accounts.
Well for now –enjoy!
Sylvy didn’t know what to say to Necrosis. He had every reason to hate her and everything she stood for. But he wanted to go with her. To be her Cryptix, and to help her, to fight alongside her. A Cryptix who Linked with a Wizard, or a Linker became emotionally bound to them. And while they could choose to separate, the process was painful for both of them. And there was another thing that concerned her.
“You’re an Elder Cryptix right?” she paused for a moment as if to wait for him to respond. But then she kept talking anyway. “I’m not powerful enough to Link with an Elder Cryptix.”
“If you really are the Philosopher Queen then there isn’t a Cryptix alive you can’t Link with.”
I am the queen, I am—I am. She told herself over and over again. As though her thoughts would make it more…
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I opened up my phone,
To write something down,
And by the end,
Had forgotten what it was.
So I stare at this blank screen,
Trying to read my own thoughts,
But whatever I was thinking,
Has probably been lost.
Chapter 2 of the project I’m working on over on my other blog. Everything seems to be going smoothly so far with the writing of this. Especially considering that I made chapter 1 so long ago.
She hadn’t expected the monsters she released from the lab to be friendly. But she certainly hadn’t expected them to be as rude as they were either. The moment they were free they ran, or flew, or bounced around the lab in a panic. Eventually they all made their way into the strange tunnel that had formed on the opposite side of the lab. She had been so surprised by the sudden movement that she’d fallen over onto her butt and couldn’t seem to get up the courage to move until all of the freed Cryptix had disappeared down the tunnel.
“Well I never…” she said getting to her feet and brushing herself off. “You alright Dual?”
“Mreow,” the green cat was busy cleaning its green grassy body with its tongue. Apparently one of the rampaging Cryptix had put one or two patches of fur out of place.
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