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A Poets HeartThe Heart of a poet, much like the soft flowing of a stream, is the essence of our being. Like the soft lilting voice of a soft song of love, we caress the senses, touch the heart, and stirr the soul. Modern bards you could say, bringing down those emotions we stash high from reach. Our words can be soft as velvet but tougher than steel. Our minds are like a vortex of creative outwash...the simple turn of phrase, ever changing, is what allows us as a people to reach out. However, it is not all uplifting words we depict from the ends of our pens, for we too while well versed are human, and suffer the afflictions of common emotion.Sounds from tA Poets Heart
by ~ShintoKazuya
Daylight SighThe night light fades to the first rays of days light. Hidden beneath a nest of warmth and comfort stirs a tangled figure. Tied up in thier own sheets and blanket they sit up slowly hair reaching for all sides of the room. Sleepily a yawn escapes the mouth of the figure as they rub the crunchy remnants of sleep from thier eyes. Slowly the eyes open revealing a mixture of color ranging from red to yellow but not at all in chaos or conflict, merely there all at once but not overwhelming. Looking around the smells and familiar scents of food cooking and people talking fills the now conscious ears with meaning and cognition. The brain firering upDaylight Sigh
by ~ShintoKazuya
The Greatest FearFear, it is something that drives us, something that can control us, and something that can isolate us. Some people for instance are afraid of colors, some are afraid of heights, while others are afraid of themselves. This leads to the next question, what am I afraid of? There was a time in my life where I thought I was impervious to fear, what I didn’t realize was that I was harboring a heavy fear. This fear can be so great, at times it feels like the world is crushing in around me; back then I was sure I knew what fear was. And I was sure that I was having no part of it.The Greatest Fear
Ten years ago, the year isn’t relevant; the time o
by ~ShintoKazuya
Sketch for Creative WritingThe sounds of war rage all around bringing dread, worry, and tension to the air. The tension was thick and emotions were raised as the battle drags on. Hidden from sight in one of the stand-alone buildings a shivering shape can be just barely made out against the rubble and dust that fill the one room building. The building not being new but not quite old creaks and moans against the onslaught of natural and unnatural elements crashing all about it. From the blazing powers of light to the chilling powers of darkness the building holds firm. This building that the small quivering form had hidden in was the remnants of a command post for the soSketch for Creative Writing
by ~ShintoKazuya
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