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My Lost Puppet Master - Written
The goal of faith is knowing a believing that we need to be saved, and that there is a savior.
But God, where are you?
Knowing you is like knowing the sun. I believe because I see the effects of it.
Light touching. Life giving.
Dangerously, powerfully, sustaining.
I knew you once.
Like the sun.
But you have yet to rise again.
Now I'm waiting in the dark.
I'm waiting for your movement.
The night seems like an eternity when there is no rest.
The silence is bone crushing when there is no sound.
Was this what I signed up for when I gave my life to you?
This and only this?
I am your servant God.
But when will you move? When will you answer my pleading?
I am merely a marionette waiting on its puppet master.
I am waiting to be lifted by the strings that are tied to me.
The very connection between you and my soul.
I am desperate to be pulled in the direction I need. Waiting for my very life to be
orchestrated by the creator himself.
But I can
Prisoned BeautyI walk into this big empty castle.
Not a soul lives inside.
The frills and skirts endlessly flow over my legs as I move forward.
My curls spill over my shoulders and gently bounce as I move.
The crown on my head is fitted on well, but it is still not too heavy.
My shoes add to my height as if to demand authority, they show the importance in my stride.
My neck is adorned with the finest gold and jewels.
The scent of a garden follows my every movement, and I feel as if I could have a parade of followers at my calling.
But I keep wandering these dark halls, and no one is here. The rooms are empty, The court yards are barren, and I grow tired of climbing these winding stair cases.
The walls have begun to crumble, wind blows dirt in through the shattered glass windows.
The moon light barely shines through, lightly touching everything inside, bright and sure. Gentle and crude.
But the sun still does not rise.
The walls are cold too touch, and there are no throwns on which to s
Mystery of the Thunderbird Act one, scene one, stage right. I led the first cue. The slow beating of drums began and reverberated all throughout the large open theater. The audience fell silent waiting in eager anticipation for the excitement that the night here at the theater held for them.
I was to lead the first the first group onto the stage, I had the responsibility of opening the show. My job was to wait and listen for the right moment. When the drumming slowed and the lutes began their chorus I was to tromp slowly across center stage, then wander of to stage left.
My group and I were dressed as buffalo, our faces were intricately painted and we wore furs and skins in the fashion of old American Indians. I could smell the faint odor of alcohol, some of the other actors must have been drinking in attempt to settle their nerves.
I listened intently for the moment everyone in the building was waiting eagerly for, butterflies filled my stomach and I could hear my
Bleeding HandsMaybe the treasure I'm looking for isn't in this hole.
But I will keep digging. Even when my hands begin to bleed.
Why do I try so hard? Why was I put here?
Everyone else seems to be above me, I can see them walking around in the sunlight on higher ground. They're just enjoying what amazing blessings they don't know they have.
I am burning with hatred. Why am I angry at their happiness?
How can they be so oblivious to what's really going on around them?
But me.. I'm in this dark, cold, lonely hole. With only dirt at my feet. I've dug this hole too many times. I've dug this hole too deep, and how can I expect to go any deeper?
Will anyone pull me out if this is wrong? Will anyone come find me if I get lost?
Maybe I should stay down here, where I'm not in the way, where no one will have to see me covered in this thick dirt, with my torn open hands.
All I can seem to find myself thinking is, "Why am I down here? What did I do to deserve this? What can I do to win their respect?"
Where Are You Going?"Where are you going?" The question rang in my mind, from inside my head. The voice was warm. But I did not answer. I kept walking. I kept walking and walking into the darkness. The darkness was all I knew, and all I have ever known.
The cold sharp rocks of the twisted path stuck and clung into my feet, causing the pain to reach up higher and the cold to cling ever strong. Hunger griped me and I felt empty.
"Where are you going?" Said the warm voice again, but I did not look around. I was lost and I wasn't going to try to change it. The stars above mocked me as they disappeared one-by-one from behind the thorn trees that began to encase me. Just lost, but never had I known what it was like to know the way.
"Wrong way." Said a cold voice, was it mine? But I did not turn back. I knew no other way.
Now only the lifeless gray light of the moon could shine through the overbearing encasement of trees. Ruling above, their branches reaching out, ever stronger did their cage of torment
Race of the Provinces - pt4 Part 4
I was exhausted and hungry, but that made me all the more determined. I had finally made it back up to a surfacing ledge with a little help from my scary new friend.
Just then, the deep loud rumbling erupted from below in the mountain with a long moaning cry, causing me to loose my footing. It was the dragon in the hole echoing his roar through the caves.
"Aha!" I had found it. The dragon had told me to climb back out and go around the hill to a huge slab of rock, and by huge he meant only about a hundred feet tall. It was way bigger then I had originally imagined. So sighing, I and made my way over to it.
"Heellooo??" I cried as I put my ear to it. Supposedly he was behind this.
A low rumble shook the rock.
Race of the Provinces - pt3 Part 3
Slosh, slosh. I tried to stay quiet as I headed down to the opening. I was covered in mud, or what I hoped was just mud. Either way, it did seem to hide my scent from the dragons. My axes were in hand and I carefully stalked down to a particular place in the cave. It let off a faint light in this place, and I thought that maybe if I was lucky enough, it would be the portal chamber we were looking for. If not, I was hoping it would at least lead me to where I could see the sky again. I needed a little fresh air about now.
This place was knee deep with muck and filled the entire tunnel with a thick musty smoke that caused everything to glow. The smell was unbearable but I couldn't help but think about how famished I really was.
Race of the Provinces - pt2 Part 2
Galen was filled with worry and tension. Despair filled them as they didn't know what their next move would be. Galen was worried that he had let his master down and could only think of how horrible the dragons, with their fire and claws were treating the young prince. Alkestis wasn't any better, he could only stare off into the direction that the hoard had flown into, and tighten his grip on his spear. Worriedly he was searching for any sign or speck on the horizon that could prove to be Aldara.
Vexed and infuriated with everyone else. Parthenia had taken full authority and they were headed straight to the mountain. Quickly, they were out of the forest and scaling the steep hills of boulders which seemed to b
Race of the Provinces Race of the Provinces
-An original Story by AJBlueSox
It wasn't the first time that Ekho had sat in the council room during these meetings. He was as impatient as could be, but he kept his composure well before all the members. He was the prince in this city. Not particularly an important prince, and not nearly as important as his brother Soterios, he was the proclaimed Savior of this Kingdom. His father was exceptionally important, he was the King of this world, and this world held the capital city of all the seven great worlds of this region.
But at the moment, all of that seemed to be at its end. Everything was at stake, and the council members were yelling
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
LostI am lost
floating in this thick haze
standing in insecurity
my mind is unsure of what I am feeling
and my heart is unsure of what I know
I am lost in the promise of the future
why is everything so unclear?
I reach out in search of everything
my heart is crying out for its safe place
a place where there is no painful, lost, or lonely longing
my mind cries out for its fulfillment
where there is no worry or uncertain happenings
I fear what is unpredictable
what I don't understand
I know something is missing
I feel something is not quite where it should be
why can't I just go to my safe place?
why must I stay trapped in my fear?
in my insecurity, and my longing?
what is it that I am seeking?
how am I supposed to find it?
who will bring the sun to shine through this dark fog?
where is it that I really belong?
what should I be doing?
why am I really here?
will I ever find this place of pure satisfaction?
why is it this hard?
what can I do - floating lost in this uncertainty?
why do all thes
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