Where Have the Constellations Gone? by Loftydreams101, literature
Literature
Where Have the Constellations Gone?
How royalty subsides
Into the black eternal canvas
Driven from the likes of man
For desperate refuge
From the curse of looming dark
Far too many
Are quietly deprived
Of the immortal trove
That rests on high
They remain still
Stagnant in emotion
Gleefully complacent
Shielded by harnessed light
The young are to remain
In luminous abundance
Banished from the ancient glow
The lofty spectacle
Treasured long ago
The sun rays shine in on your head, makes your hair glitter like dewdrops on the lawn;
your face peaceful and beautiful as always before.
So sweet kind and gentle an old soul trapped in a body so new;
to someone like you, I would now always be true.
I am only human, I've made many mistakes
I never meant for it to go that far--your heart wasn't made to break.
My gentle angel, my sweet lullabye,
I will hold you close and dry your tears when you cry.
I will be your protector, my fragile angel dear;
I will chase away all the confusion and the fear.
Just take my hand, and I'll pull you close,
whisper I'll love you forever, I love you the most.
Wha
A perfect match
Of true kindness
A flow of inspiration
Constant, unstoppable
Gothic..
Stoner..
Insane..
These are but words.
A real bond holds us-
Unbreakable by those,
Focused on their views,
Their perceptions-
Has the beauty been ignored?
The deep truth,
The pleasant reality,
Why is it overlooked?
Breaking the bondage
Of horrid stereotypes,
To help another being..
This is a true friend.
I once relished in days like these
Bathed in grey suds
That hang above for eternity
Or so it seemed
The weeds of heartache
Seemingly sprawl for miles
I am greeted with their chokehold
Dragged to their lowly caverns
Beneath their wild roots
I find the origins of true despair
For a moment distress clears
As light pierces the vast grey ceiling
Bestowing brief resolve
Fleeting perspective
That unshackles my body from cold dismay
But I descend
Below the iron skies
The traveling dark I once proudly claimed
Beneath the very storm
I’ve sought to cradle me in sleep
To dispel the anguish that coils within
Remembering Who You Once Were by EvelynTaliette, literature
Literature
Remembering Who You Once Were
Little Eve,
Life can be told through numbers- did you know that, dear child? That by saying a few simple syllables, by writing a stream of organized marks, you can communicate so much. Everyone knows you can pack a world, a story, a person into just a few words- but none consider numbers. Then again, I know you’re not one for numbers- even now (if this letter arrives on time, of course) you’re beginning to favor the weaving of words instead of the futile calculation of numbers…
Enough of all that rambling, I have a feeling that you’re wondering why this is here. Well, I’m here to tell the story of us- of every
Welcome to Night Vale by little-space-ace, journal
Welcome to Night Vale
Yup. I've started it.
I have absolutely no idea what it's about or what is going on - but really, does anyone in this fandom?
I'll probably be posting some doodles of it, I'll be putting them on tumblr, so give me a follow there if you want more!
http://moon-dazzle.tumblr.com/