My life has been full of stars. Staring into space and seeing, Fireflies lighting the sky in my eyes. But now I can’t see past the light of your beauty. My life has been full of excitement. Singing and dancing and joy. Music filling my mind and my ears. Now I can’t hear over the roar of your beauty. My life has been full of dreams. Broken and torn and painful. Each ripped right from my hands. Now I can no longer feel it, over your gentle beauty. My life has been full of perfumes, Succulent flowers, and smokey clubs. Filling my body with clouding smells. Now I can’t smell at all, over the perfumes of your beauty. My life has been sweets and sours, Soft flavours and harsh shudders. Consuming my fill of different tastes, Now I can’t taste anything over your sweet beauty. My life has been so many things throughout. Taste, and smell, and touch, and seeing and listening. And so many things have taken my senses. Now I can’t feel anything. Because everything I feel is simply
The world is not right. by DustedEvening, literature
Literature
The world is not right.
The stars are not needed, Set the moon to bed. The world is not right. My worries sit seeded. The trees are not wanted. Send the flowers to sleep. The world is not right. My thoughts are haunted. The river is now surplus. Let the fish return to the sea. The world is not right. For I have lost my only purpose. The mountains now let fall. The cliffs now can crumble. The world is not right. I no longer can stand tall. Time can now be silenced. The hands of time be stopped. The world is not right. My joy is completely unlicensed. You have gone, and left me alone. My heart has stopped beating. The world is not right. My final thoughts blown…. Away. The world is not right. Bid me goodnight. Raise your glass tonight. The world is not right. Goodnight.
If I am the storm, Then you are the thunder, strong and loud, You are the lightening, piercing and proud. If I am the river, Then you are the rocks, unmoving and tough, You are the riverbed, sturdy and rough. If I am the sea, Then you are the waves, cleansing and pure, You are the current, strong and sure. If I am the sky, Then you are the clouds, both light and dark, You are the birds, free, to sing like a lark. If I am the Forest, Then you are the trees, yielding and tall. You are the sun, shining through all. But if I am the wind, Then you will be blown away, far out of my touch. You will be lost, and missed so much. For if I am Love, then you are my heart. So lets be only each other, never apart,
Cold coffee in the morning,
Cold coffee at night,
Cold coffee at bedtime,
And in the afternoon light.
Food that doesn't get eaten,
For hours and hours.
And Emotions get beaten,
And there's no time for showers.
The world is outside the door
And your stuck inside, phone always ringing.
With the creature that calls more and nor,
And you're not capable of singing.
Dont know what it wants,
Or how to bring peace,
It's screaming it flaunts,
Your mind it does crease.
But all will get better in time,
They say over and over,
It's hard to hear over the whine,
You miss the days of being a rover.
As it grows screams turns to words,
And
When fires burn,
And to ground we return,
The heart broken,
The Words left unspoken,
The truth be lost,
At great unknown cost,
We're left wondering,
Our Thoughts are thundering,
No given answer,
Fear spreads like cancer,
What's done, right?
Well hold on, together, tight,
No questions needed,
No precious stories seeded,
For stories untrue,
Our only thoughts, you.
When fires burn,
And to ground we return,
We all receive,
In ways we grieve,
Comfort, sadness, fear,
Hard to shed a tear,
And bring home,
Written on your tome,
A mother indeed,
We all can succeed,
Book can close,
And time can slow,
Forgive, forget, live
Love, laugh, and give.
In than
Xavier 'Zane' Landing by DustedEvening, literature
Literature
Xavier 'Zane' Landing
Name: Xavier 'Zane' Landing
Race: Human (Elf descendant about 4 generations ago.)
Caste/wealth: Lower/Middle - he's rich but doesn't like to make a thing about it.
Title: No title.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Marital status: Single.
Faction: Whoever's not got a warrant for his arrest that month.
Occupation: Not really an occupation, he's a conman. He can be bought to do certain things.
Family: Ven, his dog.
Personality: Mostly Zane's a charmer, he has to be in his line of, er, work. He's a joyful person, he loves to have fun. He'll always try to do things that mean he has a good time. He can be a chaotic person who lives by one rule. Don't
Name: Nimmon 'Nim' Rimdir
Race: Wood Elf
Caste/wealth: Middle class
Title: 80, still an Elfling.
Gender: Male
Marital status: Single
Faction: He lives in The Red Forest, spending time in Praodus. But he likes to travel around, always returning to Red Forest.
Occupation: Mercenary, hunter, merchant. Whatever he wants at the time.
Family: None.
Personality: A carefree Elfling. Nim is not as stuck up as his counterparts. The wood elf youngling is a smiling creature. The man is keen to learn new things, and keen to do anything that is exhilarating or fun. If it can be jumped off, ran over, climbed or swung on.. You can bet this elfling
Application for Midhir by DustedEvening, literature
Literature
Application for Midhir
Name: Midhir
Race: Human
Caste/wealth: Lower to Middle class
Title: (If any)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Marital status: Single.
Faction: Wherever and whoever is being kind to Luna.
Occupation: Guardian to Luna, possible mercenary.
Family: Luna-Faye
Personality: Midhir has a bit of a split personality. He is a bumbling idiot sometimes, but when shit hits the proverbial fan he's there with the serious face and determination of a bull. He's the kind of man who will walk into a door and apologise for causing problems. But if you go near Luna-Faye, or harm her you will not like him. He's a strong person, and he tries so hard to be positive, bu
Application Luna-Faye by DustedEvening, literature
Literature
Application Luna-Faye
Name: Luna-Faye Ramsay
Race: Human/Golem
Caste/wealth: Lower/middle class.
Title: (If any)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Marital status: Single
Faction: Sothos
Occupation: She's likely to work in a bakery/tea room or as a maid.
Family: Her 'guardian', a brother who is 14 years older than she is. Despite being a loving, friendly person she has few close friends as he keeps her close.
Personality: Luna-Faye (Or Lana) is a kind hearted, sweet and innocent young woman. She's fairly oblivious. An accepting creature who often gets taken clear advantage of, but never really realises it. Though, she has a feisty side if she catches someone being m
My life has been full of stars. Staring into space and seeing, Fireflies lighting the sky in my eyes. But now I can’t see past the light of your beauty. My life has been full of excitement. Singing and dancing and joy. Music filling my mind and my ears. Now I can’t hear over the roar of your beauty. My life has been full of dreams. Broken and torn and painful. Each ripped right from my hands. Now I can no longer feel it, over your gentle beauty. My life has been full of perfumes, Succulent flowers, and smokey clubs. Filling my body with clouding smells. Now I can’t smell at all, over the perfumes of your beauty. My life has been sweets and sours, Soft flavours and harsh shudders. Consuming my fill of different tastes, Now I can’t taste anything over your sweet beauty. My life has been so many things throughout. Taste, and smell, and touch, and seeing and listening. And so many things have taken my senses. Now I can’t feel anything. Because everything I feel is simply
The world is not right. by DustedEvening, literature
Literature
The world is not right.
The stars are not needed, Set the moon to bed. The world is not right. My worries sit seeded. The trees are not wanted. Send the flowers to sleep. The world is not right. My thoughts are haunted. The river is now surplus. Let the fish return to the sea. The world is not right. For I have lost my only purpose. The mountains now let fall. The cliffs now can crumble. The world is not right. I no longer can stand tall. Time can now be silenced. The hands of time be stopped. The world is not right. My joy is completely unlicensed. You have gone, and left me alone. My heart has stopped beating. The world is not right. My final thoughts blown…. Away. The world is not right. Bid me goodnight. Raise your glass tonight. The world is not right. Goodnight.
If I am the storm, Then you are the thunder, strong and loud, You are the lightening, piercing and proud. If I am the river, Then you are the rocks, unmoving and tough, You are the riverbed, sturdy and rough. If I am the sea, Then you are the waves, cleansing and pure, You are the current, strong and sure. If I am the sky, Then you are the clouds, both light and dark, You are the birds, free, to sing like a lark. If I am the Forest, Then you are the trees, yielding and tall. You are the sun, shining through all. But if I am the wind, Then you will be blown away, far out of my touch. You will be lost, and missed so much. For if I am Love, then you are my heart. So lets be only each other, never apart,
Cold coffee in the morning,
Cold coffee at night,
Cold coffee at bedtime,
And in the afternoon light.
Food that doesn't get eaten,
For hours and hours.
And Emotions get beaten,
And there's no time for showers.
The world is outside the door
And your stuck inside, phone always ringing.
With the creature that calls more and nor,
And you're not capable of singing.
Dont know what it wants,
Or how to bring peace,
It's screaming it flaunts,
Your mind it does crease.
But all will get better in time,
They say over and over,
It's hard to hear over the whine,
You miss the days of being a rover.
As it grows screams turns to words,
And