Beginnings and Endings,
come and go,
one always follows the other,
with graceful power,
when all life ends,
there is always renewal,
so the buds can bloom,
and brids can sing,
flowers bloom full,
only to wither again,
but the cycle repeats,
and everything begins again,
this is the new beginning,
the one that is talked about,
for years to come,
until the end falls once more.
The wings,
they glowed red,
brightly they shown through,
they broke through the clouds,
The red wings,
enveloped me,
gave me strength to fly,
the strength to go anywhere,
These red wings,
please help me to fly,
fly far from here,
yes anywhere but here,
Flying above the skies,
into the deep dark of space,
the stars still shine,
bright through these red wings.
The storm moves in,
unnoticed at first,
then the rain comes suddenly,
but there is no sound,
Even the thunder is silent,
as the hail starts to fall,
the wind blows through the trees,
silently,
It is a silent storm,
as it moves through,
like a ghost,
it floats on by,
Dark clouds loom overhead,
they keep moving through,
soundlessly,
the storm moves in.
It’s the only thing to describe this,
devastation,
it is horrid, awful,
this catastrophe,
Nothing seems right anymore,
nothing is good,
when will it be all right?
when will it go away?
Devastation is everywhere,
it brings pain and suffering,
hurtful scenes envelope,
this place,
Devastation,
is the only thing to describe this.
It’s the only thing to describe this,
devastation,
it is horrid, awful,
this catastrophe,
Nothing seems right anymore,
nothing is good,
when will it be all right?
when will it go away?
Devastation is everywhere,
it brings pain and suffering,
hurtful scenes envelope,
this place,
Devastation,
is the only thing to describe this.
Synopsis:
This is a bunch of stories wrapped into one big one. This will include Wolf Clan and Masquerade, two stories that I have been working on. Masquerade longer than Wolf Clan, which I was actually going to have made into a book, but decided to put it in this group of stories, since it wouldn’t be long enough probably. The stories themselves are about people or creatures with amazing abilities. There is a girl with ghost powers, who is technically dead, but some of her friends can see her. Another is a woman who can control time, and another with flower abilities. Wolf Clan is about pretty much what the title says, but Tiey is a wolf with hightened senses, even more so than a normal wolf. Masquerade you can read the synopsis of on the Masquerade page.
I hope to keep up with the deadline, but I apologize if I do not, as I may have a job soon. This is all I’m willing to divuldge right now, so look forward to July! 🙂
We all have hollowed memories,
they are shells of the memories,
we keep locked up inside,
that are waiting to be released,
these shells break under pressure,
and give way to powerful abilities,
powers unlike any other,
these powers we should not have,
The hollowed memories come and go,
they can be happy, sad,
fearful, spiteful,
even evil and destructive,
every day we encounter them,
these hollowed memories.
Coming soon! Ghost Arc: 7/23/10.
Written by,
Liana Ilia
This story has been delayed until I can write on it, sorry. I just don’t have many ideas for it right now. Even though I am working on Masquerade a bit here and there. 🙂
We all have hollowed memories,
they are shells of the memories,
we keep locked up inside,
that are waiting to be released,
these shells break under pressure,
and give way to powerful abilities,
powers unlike any other,
these powers we should not have,
The hollowed memories come and go,
they can be happy, sad,
fearful, spiteful,
even evil and destructive,
every day we encounter them,
these hollowed memories.
When the mind loses consciousness,
it slips into another world,
another universe altogether,
and finds itself lost completely,
The mind separates from the body,
and leaves no trace,
of ever having a thought,
to hold on to,
This out of mind, out of body,
experience will end eventually,
and then everything will seem insignificant,
since it’s a feeling unlike any other,
A chill runs up the spine,
sending a wave of thoughts,
to the mind in one burst,
but all of it is too much,
The mind is slipping,
in and out of consciousness,
it is slipping away,
more and more.
Winter is the coldest season,
it is when it gets freezing,
and covers the ground with snow,
making everything pure white,
The snow blankets the ground,
and the flakes are wet but beautiful,
as they fall gently,
and sparkle in the sun,
this time of year,
one can be awe struck,
at the beauty that surrounds us,
as the Winter season begins,
The trees seem lifeless,
but then one bud sprouts,
off from one of the branches,
and Spring begins again.