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WingsIf I were to grow wings what would I do?
When my feet didn't touch the ground anymore?

Would I take to the stars?
Would I leap past Mars?

Or perhaps I would be here to stay
At the end of the day

to catch a falling starI was as distant as the stars
Fading with each daylight

I never t h o u g h t
(never even believed)

That someone would c a t c h me
I can only hope
That you won't let me

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Wandering OnesWe are the Wandering Ones
Like dust in the wind
We fly far far away from here

And like dandelion seeds on the breeze
Sometimes we settle
And grow

But it never lasts
Beyond but a single moment
Lost forever in the space of time

We will Wander again
The winds, the worlds, they will call out to us
And we will answer

Just as we have for eons
As constant as the stars shine in the night
We will wander

My only question is
Will you come with me?

I Didn't Know I didn't know… at first.

I didn't know the world I had been thrust into. I didn't know about you. I didn't know… All I could remember was what was left behind.

I know now.

It started at twilight. Fitting now that I look back. The end of the day, the beginning of the cold, dark night, but still somewhat light.

The first thing I remember seeing was the silhouettes of trees surrounding me. It took me a moment or two to actually realize that I was in a forest. I got up off the ground, brushing dirt off my clothes, and looked around myself. All I could see was more trees. The wind blew eerily through the leaves above me.

It w

ramblings of stardust Perhaps I just don't feel like making much sense right now. Perhaps my thoughts are too far out among the stars and I find it hard to force them back down to Earth. I wonder if they ever really were here to begin with.

Maybe I feel like talking in star-tongue, maybe I've remembered how much easier it is to speak of things when I don't have to worry about nonexistent tongues tripping over long lost words. Perhaps these shadows behind my eyes hide the universe out/in there. Maybe I've forgotten what it was like before; I can't help but wonder if you have too. Or maybe you came from a different place than I did. Maybe these things I can rememb

SwansI know you're not perfect
Neither am I

We've both got cracks and dents
And had our hearts broken before

And my wings
Are as black as a crow's

You could do so much better than me
With your beautiful feathery white limbs

For you see
Black or not
Swans mate for life
And I wouldn't have anyone but you

Come for a StoryThey become as quiet as shadows. They slink and slither around the edges of the circle of light, in order to find that one perfect position, but they know that in the end it does not matter. They would come standing on their hands if only to hear the words.

They come for a story.

It does not matter what kind of story to them. Be it the adventures of Peter Pan in Never-Neverland, or the tragedies of Orpheus and his Eurydice. Another mystery from the alleyways of Baker Street or the tales of a battleground soaked in red as the carrion crows fly above. A story is a story, and to them all the tales told here are special.

The voice of the story

OuroborosI pull myself into a circle
And grasp my tail
I roll forward
Into eternity itself

Do not wait up for me
For I am long gone
Perhaps one day
You might decide to take a closer look

And find
Intricacy upon intricacy
And circles within circles
Fall past the barriers of the Now

Smiling I take my own tail
Into my mouth
And rush forward
To the forever that is before me

Perhaps You'll Never KnowAncient as the River flows
Though perhaps that's not quite right
After all, water has fallen upward before

As beautiful as the Sun
But you can't forget
That there is pain when you look too long at the light

Sweet as Berries in the spring
Even if
They're belladonnas

As many Roads as there are footsteps
But don't forget
That every road has its share of rocks

Standing in the center Paths as far as the eye can see
Though remember
Some trails lead right off a cliff

Sound the trumpets! The war is won
But
How many have been lost?

Look to the sky and see the sun
Falling below the horizon
And remember…

Let it flowWater will only be contained to a dam for so long
Fire is all too easy to lose control of
Even Earth has its breaking point

So let it flow

Do not keep that breath you are holding in
Do not be so quick to turn your head to hide your shame
Do not bind yourself in only chains

Instead, let it all out (you might find it easier to sing afterwards)
Smile as you walk (for there is beauty in the world)
And remember to keep hoping (for there will always be tomorrow)

Yesterday is only a day before
Tomorrow will never truly come
And present times are never-ending

The only time the bottle has ever cracked
Was when it contained the storm

So

Writers"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"

How many times have we heard that?

What a fool that person was indeed for creating such a lie as that

Sticks and stones do break bones and words cut much deeper than a knife

Words go where no weapon can ever dream of reaching, our very soul

Words move us, inspire us, bring us down, create hate, create love.

Words can destroy just as easily as they build

Bring life as easily as it could death

Give hope and in the same second despair

Words can change the world for good or evil.

It is the job of writers to wield these weapons with care and maturity

We speak loudest wit

massive as light speeds awayI'm bound by gravity
And destined by f a t e

These ties that we have are either passing, or eternal
There are few others ways that it could be
And none with me

I look up
Or perhaps down
And clouds obscure my view
I wonder if it is r a i n i n g down there?

No matter
I'm off again
Much too q u i c k
To be caught
By the likes of you

As the MoonYou're like the moon

The sun is loud, It will shine at whoever will look
But you do not do that
No, you glow for only Earth only us

You shine beautifully, Lighting all places that need it
A pure white
Like fallen snow

Sometimes you are hidden, Sometimes the darkness steals you away
But you come back
And you always will

So chin up, Keep shining
And know that
The ones who look for you are the most precious

Nights and SunsYou speak to me quietly
Like stardust in the night

You caress me slowly
Like a shadow falling across the world

You grasp my hand
And lead me down the paths we take

You wrap your arms around me
In a perfect embrace

We speak together quietly
And beg the sun not to move

Myths of MeI am…
Learning from the Muses
and watching the clouds in Zeus' sky
Seeing the constellations of Nyx's night
and dreaming of the Oneiroi

I have…
Compiled the wisdom of Athena
and watched the arrows fall from Artemis
Seen the bloodied spears of war carried by Ares
and gazed at the pillars of the sky as they cracked

I am…
Sisyphus rolling the boulder up the hill,
only for it to always fall back down again
Endlessly trying, for that is who I am
even when the sword of Damocles hangs above my head

I have…
Piloted between Scylla and Charybdis
balancing on the thread of Fate
Flown to glory on wax wings
and fe

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But I'm still breathing.

My eyes are closed, I don't want to open them. I can't open them. For there is water all around me, and I am still breathing. I am worried (scared, terrified) that when (if) I open my eyes, then I will not be able to breathe anymore.

I can't swim. My hands and feet, my arms and legs, have forgotten how to move. I cannot do anything but breathe in and out.

It's kind of scary, and in the back of my mind I am sure a part of me is screaming in horror at the possibility of drowning so very far from my home. The beautiful sky, the fiery heat, it is warm there. I know.

But whic

The Duchess of MasksThere is a lightness in the sound of steps on the cold stone floor. A floor perfect for countless upon countless balls, and galas, and dances, neverending in their fun, until the stars cease to shine their light. And even then... perhaps we could entice you to one more dance.

She is the Duchess of Masks. Never going without one, in all the colours of Wonderland itself and so many more. A hundred, no a thousand, no a million. Too many to count. Far, far too many.

The tables are overflowing with sweets and drinks and pieces of fruit so ripe they could have been just picked from the trees outside the windows. Except there are no fruits on the

Wings UnfurledI bet your wings would look so beautiful unfurled
Come on, prove me right
Just take a single tiny chance
What do you have to lose?

FallingI never mean for it to happen you see. It just does, but I would be lying if I said I hated it.

It always happens between one step and the next, always. Logically, if I wanted it to stop, I would stop walking, but I don't. I walk just as often as ever, sometimes even striding back and forth from one end of the house to another, just to walk.

In a way it makes sense, not giving up walking I mean. My life has never been any different, I have never known anything else, so why be afraid? I've done it countless times before, and I am still here, what different does one more time make?

Don't get me wrong I don't hate it, and I won't give it up,

The Lost OnesWe are the Lost ones.

Don't sound so surprised, your kind is known for losing things. It's just in your nature.

We got Lost, you see. Maybe by someone like you, maybe all on our own, or even by just following the seagulls. They're interesting, seagulls I mean, and they can fly, far far away from here. So, is it really any wonder that some of us have followed them until we got Lost?

Our home is special, it is for every Lost thing after all. But ours is special. Beneath the waves and a few turns to the left and just one step in the Right Direction will get you there. No one else has found our home yet, but I think that makes sense, we woul

Are Not the Stars LonelyAre not the stars lonely?
With their lofty perches
So far above our heads

Do not the dreams twist and turn?
As they weave in and out
Of our heads

Does not the music dance?
As it lifts high
Then falls low

Are not the colours beautiful?
Splashed across the page
And swirling every which way

Does not the lantern shine?
As it lights my path
In the dark-dark night

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A Cloak of Stars

by ~InTheStarryNightSky, May 20, 2012, 8:41:21 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

One day, I found a piece of the night sky. So, I bundled it up to make a cloak. I was wreathed in stars, spun from the very beginning of the Universe itself, locked in a cycle from before the beginning until after the end.

It's thread was thinner than a spider's web strand, but thicker then love. It was just wide enough for eternity, and slightly less long than infinity. It was a bit too big for me, no matter how I grew. But that was okay, since I liked layering the swaths of fabric against my skin. It had a hood that didn't like the light very much. It was deep enough so that all one could see of my face might have been my mouth, but that didn't matter too much because I would know if I was about to bump into something. It would move as I did, unrestricted and bound at the same time.

When it moved, it whispered of worlds beyond the beyond, past our sight and to the first left or right. It whispered of star's light and holes so large that even bright beams of light would get trapped inside. It spoke of things that always were and always will be, or perhaps of things that have just been around for longer than I. It whispered of fate to the listening ear, and of destiny inbetween. It would speak of dying ashes reborn into glorious beings, rising up again from the old ones remains.

But it was never meant to stay with me forever. In between one travel and the next between a world much like this one and another a bit like the rings of Jupiter, it fell off of my thin frame. And it disappeared into the vast sky from whence it came. I turned back only once, and tried my best to make my eyes spot it, but it was long gone. It was only meant to stay just long enough to always carry a piece of the sky in my heart.

And so, here I am now, a child with a piece of the sky lodged in-between the blood and walls of my heart, looking upwards.

A Cloak of Starsby ~InTheStarryNightSky

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

This is for a certain someone, to whom I want my words to all be woven like cloaks of stars.

For

Because you make me want to be as beautiful as the night sky.

To anyone else who reads this, let me know what you think. Did you like the descriptions?

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*ArthurCrow Jun 8, 2012 Professional Writer

This is a deeply beautiful weave of celestial magick and wonder.... it's like you have drank cosmic wine, and everything that is possible becomes your poetic ink. A masterful write!

~InTheStarryNightSky Jun 9, 2012

Thank you.

I am glad my words could entice such a wonderful compliment.

*PurpleInk777 May 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is beautiful!

Keep up the good work!!

~InTheStarryNightSky May 30, 2012

Thank you very much.

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~violetstory May 21, 2012

I love this so much, the beautiful imagery and the tangible feeling of the night sky around your body. I love the feeling that you have it right in your grasp though its so evasive.

Beautiful, I was listening to this while i read it

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~InTheStarryNightSky May 21, 2012

Thank you. I am glad that you like it. And the music sounds lovely.

~YesterdaysWake May 21, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

_{This is just.. This is beautiful. If I could, I'd take a piece of a raincloud with me, this described my little obsession and plight for rain so perfectly.

When I was reading this, I got the feeling that the narrator was speaking of the universe as a star before it broke into the little core of the earth and wove layers upon layers of it.
This is so lovely. I am touched. Truly, truly touched.

You have such a gift.}

~InTheStarryNightSky May 21, 2012

Thank you.

If I could I'd give you that raincloud.

Fitting, I can see how you would get that image in your mind while reading this. Thank you.

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