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Hello, my friend! Yes, I mean you -
you who hear these words in your mind,
you who make the words become true,
in infinite space that's behind
your eyes, your true objective sight,
where shapes form letters, words form sound,
and thoughts form pictures, clear and bright,
where wings of your mind are not bound.
We are both wizards - you and me:
from letters we shape complete worlds.
Is this not what a spell should be?
Such power have the written words.
We fly, we swim, we fight, we run
all without moving from the chair.
Under bright stars and younger sun
we walk free with wind in our hair.
you who hear these words in your mind,
you who make the words become true,
in infinite space that's behind
your eyes, your true objective sight,
where shapes form letters, words form sound,
and thoughts form pictures, clear and bright,
where wings of your mind are not bound.
We are both wizards - you and me:
from letters we shape complete worlds.
Is this not what a spell should be?
Such power have the written words.
We fly, we swim, we fight, we run
all without moving from the chair.
Under bright stars and younger sun
we walk free with wind in our hair.
Literature
The Trench
We stand here in our muddy trench,
And raise a glass to all.
For those who are about to die,
And those who've gone before.
There is no glory to be found,
when hiding in these holes.
Clinging grimly onto life,
Praying for our souls.
The air is thick; the stench of fear,
We step through rotting dead,
Wishing we were miles away,
From horrors just ahead.
Its time to face the enemy,
And make the blighters pay.
So all stand by your ladders lads,
We're leaving here today.
The whistle blows, we're on the move,
The sound of firing starts,
The first man out is blasted back,
A bullet through his heart.
Fear has run its course
Literature
Lent 2 - Fire
From the ashes sprang a fire,
a sacred heart wreathed in flame,
and we, the shadows, danced for joy.
We danced until we burned.
It started in our bones,
and our bones burst.
Our tongues burned with words unspoken.
Like bugs, we sparked and popped -
termites in the inferno.
It touched the flashpoint of our souls,
and we danced all the more,
as candles, then as lamps, then as suns,
until we were gone
and gleamed like fire
and were shadows no more.
Literature
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer
“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.
I sighed. “I have to. I don’t even know what I’m doing…”
“No one does, that’s the point! It’s a learning experience, and honey, you’re losing.”
“I’ve barely even done anything!”
“And that’s the problem. You can’t give up now! If you do, I’ll….”
“You’ll what?”
“I’ll ruin my life.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m serious. Without you, I’m nothing.”
“You’ll be fine, Luke.”
“No, I won’
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This is wonderful! I loved it!
A beautiful read, indeed.
A beautiful read, indeed.