What I'll tell my son about fire...
Fire is like a vine.
It grows up.
Fire is hungry.
So once lit it has to be fed:
Wood, twigs, sticks.
Oxygen.
Passion.
Fire has to be able to grow.
Otherwise it will die.
First, it will melt
Into a pool of glistening embers.
But, if the embers are not nurtured back into a flame,
Eventually there will be nothing left
But cold and lifeless ash.
This is also why you must be careful with fire.
One: to keep it alive
When you need it most.
Two: because even a flickering flame
Or that last dying ember
Can grow,
And burn the whole world down.
People who play with fire
Are bound to get burned.
(And you will...
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This house is haunted by ghosts.
Not the bad ones. They are just ghosts.
The kind that make the dog bark
In the middle at night.
The kind that cannot be seen.
The kind that do not move things.
They just drift through the halls,
Through the rooms, through the doors,
Through the ceilings, and through the floors.
These entities, they do not appear as apparitions,
Just silent memories,
Intangible fleeting vibrations through your mind.
Our house is haunted by those kind
Of ghosts.
And those are the kind
That haunt people the most.
Just think of djinn
and sand
and dreams.
Draping tiers of fabric
dancing with shadows
both of flesh
and of fantasy.
Twisting smoke
that takes on
both human
and demon form.
A bleeding sun
that saturates
the ever-shifting
desert floor.
Ladies and Gents,
Be warned, the end is nigh.
But not in the way you might expect
With unending night,
Nor because of God or Jesus or Satan
In a holy fight,
Nor with bombs or terrorists,
In some misshapen conflict of politics,
Nor by fire or flood,
Nor by brother against brother blood.
The end will not be due to global warming,
Nor artificial intelligence,
Not even by aliens, or the walking dead,
Or glittering vampires, or evil curses,
Ancient prophesies, giant asteroids,
Exploding suns, super volcanoes,
Or monstrous lizards, or mutated creatures.
The end won’t be caused by evil master-minds
Or arch villains or anything of the ki
Tell me your secrets.
Tell me your fears.
Tell me your desires.
Tell me what you wish to hear.
I'll tell you answers.
I'll tell you your future.
I'll divine, I'll scry, I'll see
Everything that you might need.
Though hear my warning.
Heed my advice.
This sacred insight
Comes only at a price.
What I do tell
Can change your life.
Knowledge can only come
At a great sacrifice.
So tell me your wishes.
Tell me your thoughts.
Tell me your dreams
And give me your heart.
Do you remember the feeling the moon used to give you when you were little? It was beautiful. It was powerful. It was whole. The moon with its light pulled you and filled you. It made you feel something…more, whenever you looked at it. Now when I look at her I feel sad, remembering the way it made me feel once. This feeling used to bring me to my knees. It used to make me cry in the glow of its majesty. Yet now, as I watch the Harvest Moon drift beyond the skyline I wonder where that feeling went, a feeling so impactful it lingers in my mind like love. The moon has not lost its beauty or its luster. The moon has not lost its power or its mea
There are dreams
beyond this horizon.
Dreams you cannot comprehend.
Dreams so thick
with blood and honey,
powerful enough
even the Lord of Dream himself
cannot control them.
They are what keep us running
and fighting,
and they are what keep us dead.
You must make your way
past this horizon.
You must find these dreams.
(Duet) ^Man *Woman
^Can you say with one less tear
that you love me?
*Can you say with a little less fear
that you need me?
^Can you say with a little less pride
you can make it through the night
alone again?
*Can you say with a little more faith
you'll come home again?
(You'll come home again)
^*
Can we make it through this pain?
Will we ever be the same?
Can you ever say my name
without dying?
Will we always be apart?
Add more stitches to my heart
and keep trying.
(*Keep on trying.)
^How can you say that
you can just keep doing this
when all I ever do is make you bleed?
*How can you say that
I should just stop l
When you talk to people on the train they all seem to tell you they're going home. Tonight on the number fifty-nine train to New Orleans I am not one of those people. I am leaving home. And I swear that someday I will never leave home without her again, but until that day I will spend my nights on the train explaining to people exactly why I can't sleep. And it's because I'm just that tired of leaving.
What I'll tell my son about fire...
Fire is like a vine.
It grows up.
Fire is hungry.
So once lit it has to be fed:
Wood, twigs, sticks.
Oxygen.
Passion.
Fire has to be able to grow.
Otherwise it will die.
First, it will melt
Into a pool of glistening embers.
But, if the embers are not nurtured back into a flame,
Eventually there will be nothing left
But cold and lifeless ash.
This is also why you must be careful with fire.
One: to keep it alive
When you need it most.
Two: because even a flickering flame
Or that last dying ember
Can grow,
And burn the whole world down.
People who play with fire
Are bound to get burned.
(And you will...
More
This house is haunted by ghosts.
Not the bad ones. They are just ghosts.
The kind that make the dog bark
In the middle at night.
The kind that cannot be seen.
The kind that do not move things.
They just drift through the halls,
Through the rooms, through the doors,
Through the ceilings, and through the floors.
These entities, they do not appear as apparitions,
Just silent memories,
Intangible fleeting vibrations through your mind.
Our house is haunted by those kind
Of ghosts.
And those are the kind
That haunt people the most.
Just think of djinn
and sand
and dreams.
Draping tiers of fabric
dancing with shadows
both of flesh
and of fantasy.
Twisting smoke
that takes on
both human
and demon form.
A bleeding sun
that saturates
the ever-shifting
desert floor.
Tell me your secrets.
Tell me your fears.
Tell me your desires.
Tell me what you wish to hear.
I'll tell you answers.
I'll tell you your future.
I'll divine, I'll scry, I'll see
Everything that you might need.
Though hear my warning.
Heed my advice.
This sacred insight
Comes only at a price.
What I do tell
Can change your life.
Knowledge can only come
At a great sacrifice.
So tell me your wishes.
Tell me your thoughts.
Tell me your dreams
And give me your heart.
When the fantasies
of Arabian nights
interweave with
the mirages
of desert days
all sense of time
is lost to the sands.
Memories are manipulated
and forgotten.
Dreams materialize
against the haze
of the setting sun,
and all things tangible
sift through your fingers,
leaving nothing
in your grasp
but a few grains
of desert sand.
Do you remember the feeling the moon used to give you when you were little? It was beautiful. It was powerful. It was whole. The moon with its light pulled you and filled you. It made you feel something…more, whenever you looked at it. Now when I look at her I feel sad, remembering the way it made me feel once. This feeling used to bring me to my knees. It used to make me cry in the glow of its majesty. Yet now, as I watch the Harvest Moon drift beyond the skyline I wonder where that feeling went, a feeling so impactful it lingers in my mind like love. The moon has not lost its beauty or its luster. The moon has not lost its power or its mea
Hybrid Dream Machine by CalrissianFSteele, literature
Literature
Hybrid Dream Machine
Don't you think I've had enough?
Is there anyone else out there?
Fight, fuck, love, dream
Those are the sides to my cross
Is there a lovely woman for me?
I'm a demon, I'm an alien
I'm a gargoyle, I'm a werewolf
There's love in my brain
There's hatred in my bones
Spent my dollar on the hybrid dream machine
And I wish to never leave
Psychonautics praise be by thy name
Winter spent in the mountains alone
The sky blooms in acid supernova
I'm gone with the last bullet remaining
The cabin has a hallucinogenic and gun smoke aroma
I'm a mutant, I'm an angel
I'm a god, I'm a ghost
Someone just tell me
They'll never let me go
Spent my dollar on th
What I'll tell my son about fire...
Fire is like a vine.
It grows up.
Fire is hungry.
So once lit it has to be fed:
Wood, twigs, sticks.
Oxygen.
Passion.
Fire has to be able to grow.
Otherwise it will die.
First, it will melt
Into a pool of glistening embers.
But, if the embers are not nurtured back into a flame,
Eventually there will be nothing left
But cold and lifeless ash.
This is also why you must be careful with fire.
One: to keep it alive
When you need it most.
Two: because even a flickering flame
Or that last dying ember
Can grow,
And burn the whole world down.
People who play with fire
Are bound to get burned.
(And you will...
More
I am a writer. I love the art of story telling. For the linkdin account I had for two seconds I put my occupation as a "Story Teller in the field of Alternative Medicine." Because the way I see it, stories are cures for what ails you, whether they are in the form of a book, movie, cartoon, or video game. Heck even LARPing. So I have a passion for the art of story telling. Currently it appears I am classified as "hobbyist" writer, but it's my secret desire to someday be a New York Times best selling author...But if you know me, you know that that is not really a secret. My first goal is to get Tell City finished, and have it be my first full-on published book. In book stores and dot coms everywhere. I have been published with a movie I scripted for an old acquaintance of mine. Though we fell drastically apart and I left the movie, I'd still like to think of it as an accomplishment. I appreciate any feedback, advice, anything that could potentially get me closer to my goal. Though I'm not too much of an editor myself, if there is something of your's you think I ought to read, or you want to suggest someone else leave me a comment or a link or whatever the situation calls for.
Hey Everyone,
Well, I've put The Netherworlds on hold for a while to write my new story Tell City. I know some people are annoyed by this, but I have two chapters of it so far and am working on the third. It's flowing easier with the way I am writing right now. I think I will save writing The Netherworlds until my writing style is more mature in its development. And, on the plus side, I feel like I can actually finish Tell City decently soon at the rate I am writing it. I have a goal for it to be mostly wrapped up by the end of the year. We'll see. Pray for the best.
I'm trying to set one day a week for writing. Wednesday seems to be my da
And I yours. Your works are deep enough to invoke thought, but the language is simple, meaning that the reader doesn't have to plow through to find the meaning.
Oh thank you! Your commentary on my work really says a lot for me. I really try to pick my words carefully so it can be powerfully brief in getting across what I want to say (but sometimes it doesn't work XD) It's why I love haikus so much You can convey something infinitely deep in just 17 carefully structured syllables.