Things That May Happen by infinitys-end, literature
Literature
Things That May Happen
Things that may happen may never come true.
Things that have past will always be with you
Losing hope, Spreading lies, putting horror in your eyes
For those who live in the past, I pity them.
For those who forget the past, I shame them
For those who tell what is to come, I ignore them.
However for those who balance, who remember and live, I honor.
Beware what you do, but reminisce in old times to learn and survive
I tell thee this as a warning, a solemn command, a wish.
GoodnightChapit
The Tale of the Emperor
Chapter One - The Emperor
Once upon a time, there was an Emperor in a land far, far, away called Ingary. His name was Joshinal, Josh to his friends, but he had a small problem. He had a very large ego. This was very taxing on not only just his friends, but himself as well, for Josh had a very hard time sleeping at night. This made him short-tempered, he would throw someone out of a window and a drop of a hat! However, some found him charming, others found him wise, but he still had his problem of his ego. Some would chide him on this, some would council, but to no avail. Josh liked his ego, an
Poems, creeping up on me
Giving me nightmares
Sending shivers down my back
The feeling of impending doom
When I hear the word poem
I can taste the sweat
Dripping off my forehead
Another poem?
Will they ever end?
Listen to the wind.
Have you heard it's call, in the dark silent hours?
Listen to the wind.
Have you heard it whisper through the trees like a careful watcher?
Listen to the wind.
Have you heard its screech as a distant warning?
Listen to the wind.
Have you heard its secrects, its memories, its dreams?
Listen to the wind.
Have you heard?
filtered from the triple paned glass. I remember that day so clearly, even in my old addled brain. And as every nightmare brings me back to that day my mind rebels the thought a little more. This was the day the war had ended to me. True enough the date is different in the text pads of today, their date of memory stands earlier in the sands of time than my own. Their date is when the kings and rulers of this world, from their halls of grey steel and stone declared the terror over. But in the wastelands, the evils of men would remain for two years on top of fifty at the very least.
At seventy I saw the world outside of a box for the first t
I am the daughter of
Fear, death, worry,
Strength, perseverance, courage,
Loneliness, despair abandonment
Faith, love, patience
I have witnessed my father
Lose
His friend and hope in
One blow
Sinking down below
To be brought up again
Through the love of those still with him.
I have known my mother's fear.
Seen her fill with tears of
Worry for her children
Confusion for their actions
Feeling alone
Her battles lost
Father is a hero
A bolt of light in the nigh
Current Residence: San Jose, California Favourite genre of music: Most anything. No rap though, please. Operating System: My Brain Shell of choice: Oyster Wallpaper of choice: Lack there of Skin of choice: Mine Favourite cartoon character: Piglet
Favourite Visual Artist
Van Gogh: his sketches
Favourite Movies
In America
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Billy Joel
Favourite Writers
Poe
Favourite Games
Dutch Blitz
Tools of the Trade
Word. I hate it, but it works.
Other Interests
Reading, Writing, Sleeping. Lots, and lots of sleeping.
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