When an admirer sees her admiree fade into the sands of life what is she to feel?
A legacy to live by..., well, in a fantasy world, I suppose.
Um, well. I wrote this after the avent that happened on February 1st. ****this is the 2nd version... at first I uploaded the 1st version, which I didn't want up...**** NO idea WHY I wrote it. x_X
this poem is open for personal interpretation :) heh, i wrote it a few nights ago, when a friend of mine told me to write them something... juicy i guess is the best word for it... anyway, hope you like it:)
It's a science fiction story set in the future about gaming and people...I'm just going to post what you write in the search words box because that best describes it: virtiual reality dream feel brain chips wire womb love romanace loss humanity program divorce insanity, and anything but sterotypical...initially called Sci-Fi Candy
The first verse actually happened at a rehersal for the Joseph choir. I was right on the end, saw the leaves, felt the breeze... You must have felt that zingy excitement when you feel like running and jumping with the wind into the darkness. That is pure magic. The magic of night.
First is learning fast. After all, that´s all he can do... But that´s going to bring some consequences. Whether they´re good or bad, who´s responsible? It looks like it won´t take many more chapters to finish the story, but since it´s just a rough draft, you could consider it a primitive, short, undeveloped version of a longer to come... someday... I want to thank you all for giving your opinions, you have no idea how helpful this is^^. I LOVE YOU AAAALL! *blows kisses for everyone*
A Poem I Wrote in High School to Describe how Society was Making me Feel.
Hmmm,yep I'm up to part eight of my Morta series (and it's still coming along)For any of you who are confused about what happened, Morta used some highly complex and deadly blood magic on her angel to save his life and render him in a sate of coma. This is after she sends his presumed 'corpse' away in secert. (You don't wanna know what her father was planning for the body)
Do we really know what we feel out do we just push it away as though it was someone else