Whisper and stare at the dance before you
Flickering by the dawn of the hazy dusk
Hold faith close as one holds a candle
The shadows only surround your mind
If you let it run wild with chaos
Whisper and stare at the dance before you
They scream and they scowl like a crow
Ripping through prey during its chilly hunt
Hold faith close as one holds a candle
One reaches out and opens its maw
As another follows suit, then another, then another
Whisper and stare at the dance before you
You fall and drop the warmth of the hearth
Its tepid wax slowly seeping into the void
Hold faith close as one holds a candle
The hope might be gone, but you must brave through
Igniting the candle as you reach the end of the song
Whisper and stare at the dance before you
The trail is ending, the shadows relentless
But a small flicker bring in memories
Memories of laughter, of love, or passion
No need to whisper, but stare
At the Candle’s dance before you
As faith holds you close
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Warning! Like spells, teachers come in various ways
Everyone of them attempts to offer clarity in a specific path
However, enchantments come in good and bad
The Proxy Spell, for a newcomer put to the test
It applies a sense of connection with students through modern means
However, it's youthfulness might fail
The Blinding Curse, often used on the old
It causes one to lose touch with society and its needs
Please do not change any requirements on this spell, for it’s worked in the past
So it clearly must work now
The Sleeping Drought, just a trip to Cloud Nine
You will often forget where you used this, or who you used it on
Forgettable after you leave your chamber
Or will you?
The Tamer’s Drink, for one who controls too much
Asks of student-lead discussions, but fills the time themselves
Too many ingredients may lead to exploding results
Finally, the Passion Fruit, as natural as the morning dew
One gives a teacher this if they have touched the heart
It makes you work hard to reap its fruit, but the rewards are great
Inspiring through his or her art
You can tell when to give this fruit depending on how many minions they have
Please sign here for these five valuable spells. Education is the key to magic.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Glistening by the comets like a flurry of hail in a frozen song
Shining like the steel of a warrior from Rome
Traveling through chains of stars and moons
Following a lion, a scale, and a winged-horse towards home
The lion is brave, known for its fury and rage
Burning through suns before each eclipse
Leo’s pride, strength, and forceful way of life
Makes enemies cower with a single roar from its lips
The scale emits a chord of peace and war
Both sides beginning with neither side ending
Neutral in its claims, but Libra promises this:
Balance holds worlds without space ever rending
The winged-horse is patient; smart, but wise
The land where it grazes is Elysium’s wish
To understand and to be understood
Pegasus rises from the shadow abyss
One road he must follow and only one gate to cross
With eternal life, time rises or falls like rain
He chooses no predetermined path
And all through space, knows of Cepheus’s reign
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
I stood by waiting for my turn. I stood and I opened my mouth.
There was silence
I had prepared for my tale and prepared for a while.
I had endured more pain that anyone can realize.
There was still silence
I was about to start, when someone stopped me.
He told me that I had no say.
He told me that I had no right.
I was silent
I listened to him speak, about how nobody should listen to me.
I watched as he got up and left.
Then everyone else started to leave.
And I myself, had walked out last.
Bewildered, I was silent
But why? Why was I not allowed to speak?
What made it so I should be oppressed?
Why does my opinion be second-handed, while another's is prime.
I ask myself this and realize that it is I.
If I cannot stand for my voice, then I should not have a voice at all
I will not be silent.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
It is a natural instinct to care for yourself
before others. To hear things you want, to see things
you want, and to even believe the things you want
What does that make someone who cares for you
before himself. To listen to your problems, to see your pain, and
to believe the lies and exaggerations you tell
When he has a problem, why do you run?
Why do you shy from the person who cares for you?
Why is it, when his demons appear, you are the one watching him burn?
Why must he brave this burden alone, to wither in your ashes?
What does that make him?
A slave?
A mindless creature?
A soulless shield?
A Scapegoat, nothing more.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Lost Purpose
My reason for doing what I do
Is slowly escaping my very essence
My mission and my reason is fading
But clear with this message:
I am a horse that’s plowed too many fields
A bird gathering food for an empty nest
A lion that cannot hunt and feed its pack
A spider weaving broken webs
A baby that has been born old
A cold sun freezing the stars
A bright man in a forgotten room
That is who we are
Lost Faith
I believed in the holy fervor
The faith that drove me into the world
Now that faith has rejected me
Like a doll rejected by a young girl
These questions I ask leave my lips:
Who can I trust? Who will take me?
Who can see that I am One who is not whole?
I have lost purpose and now lost faith
Colorful, but still petty, like sliver and gold
Lost Sleep
Pondering this reality has taken its toll
My eyes grow weary with each breath I take
I exhaust my resource of natural light
All I ask for is a gift; all I ask is a break
With this, I choose no path
That could guide me to find my lost treasures
But that path is right here:
I see it with irises, losing their color
I wait for my exhaustion to overwhelm me and sigh
I wish to close my eyes and fall into slumber with an end
But my eyes stay awake, waving dreams and hopes goodbye
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Is not being weak, but being open
Allowing you to become more
Than a stone shroud waiting to crumble
To talk and accept your most painful fears,
thoughts, experiences, memories, scars.
To do so, is true bravery
Is not being thought of less, but to being
willing to change, when necessary
To own those weaknesses, and purge them into strengths
So that one day, you can help others
Find a place where the only road is not so dark
Where a vulnerable heart will stand forever
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
I have a great story to tell
It all starts with a boy, young and bright
His family was poor, with three other mouths to feed
He never stopped dreaming, and writing, and reading
Until he found himself the words to plant a Dream Seed
Now what is a Dream Seed you ask?
It is conjured from our deepest desires
Our greatest thoughts, our greatest belief
But like a plant, a Dream Seed can wither
From our greatest pain, our greatest grief
Now back to the story
His Seed contained one single dream
To become famous and to be well known
He left that night, a burden to his parents
no more, with only himself roaming alone
He tested challenges of entertainment
Braved through insult and rejection
Why was he never good enough?
Why couldn’t he reach perfection?
A stormy night, he cried to the sky
The rapid winds and frosty rain answered his call
A lone figure brought him inside
And from there, his future was unfold
Read this passage, do it as dramatic as you can
“We never had to do this Emily, we never had to leave”
“I only wanted what I thought was right.”
“Don’t leave, you can’t leave me.”
“Don’t leave me here alone in the night.”
I applaud you, that was superb
He signed within the week and ventured to his dream
The seed blossoming in ways untold
Finally he was famous, finally he was well known
His signature was sliver, and his smile was of gold
Now read this script and get into character
“I am not a creature, I am a man!”
“Why should I take this child? I shall recant!”
“He isn’t mine, throw him in the street!”
“I…I…I-I can’t.”
That wasn’t the line, read the line again
He read it again and perfection was obtained.
But something lurked underneath his satisfied soul
He was changing, was transfiguring
But why? He had reached his goal
Just pretend, don’t worry about the part
He pretended and lied to his heart
It wasn’t just the worry, he was believing
That maybe, just maybe, he had lost
Something through his deceiving
Are you alright? Do you need some water?
He looked everywhere, he knew it was there
He smashed the jar where he kept his seed
He leaped for joy and opened the lid
And cried when he saw the weeds
What does that mean? What weeds?
His dream was now corrupted, his view no longer pure
Could he ever find who he was that day?
When he had one dream and one seed
Where his choice was black or white, not grey?
What happened?
He lived his life, weeping through his parts
Silently, he mourned for his soul
He was not the same, never plant more seeds
His heart too greedy with all the gold
Now I have told you a story, now I must rest
“Excuse me sir, a boy is requesting for you.”
Not now Ari, in the morning perhaps
“But sir, the boy has to tell you something.”
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
I left, I ran, and I never looked back
A home is a safe place with love and light
These demons on my arms don’t agree
My parents have gone down the Train tracks
The cold steel guided me far into realms
Into skies too blue and trees too pure
I hungered for food, but food for my frozen heart
I kept traveling down the Train tracks
I stopped at a tunnel, no light I could see
The shadows were whispering, until she appeared
The girl, eyes glimmering like tears of a goddess
Told me her tale down the Train tracks
She, like me, was almost sold to horrors
Hers scars were far worse than my demons
She so left, she ran, and she never looked back
So we traveled down the Train tracks
That night we bonded, and saw the stars fall
The wolves were hunting for blood and pride
They caved us in our tunnel, our sanctuary
And I could not see light down the Train tracks
Am I still breathing? Where is she?
“I saved you, I healed you; but you cannot go in your state”
I told the kind doctor my tale and hers.
I told him I must find her down the Train tracks
I couldn’t; she was becoming a dream, I was scared
Slipping my mind like the dew on the leaves
So sweet, so blissful, my heart was warm in her hearth
I shed my tears and they went down the Train tracks
I had a goal, to find a home
I headed to a city with lights and love
Seeking a sign, seeking a hope, of anything
Other than the things down in the Train tracks
I stopped at a bar where some rich actors were eating
One, an old man, looked me in the eye
His eyes were shimmering were confusion
As if asking himself if I went down some Train tracks
My hunger grew endless, my aching made me weak
He dropped his leftovers in a bag to my startled hands
He smiled and patted my head, walking slowly like I had
Walking slowly, as if going down his own Train tracks
I looked inside the bag, and my heart shattered
My pride was lost, my judgments now pointless
I ran and tried to chase, the rain beating down upon me
Like my heart beating down underneath the Train tracks
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
I am one of few, but few is enough
To sustain our legacy, our purpose
Down generations of bonds and blood
We travel across the lush fields and jungles
The mountains are steep and the road if often rough
I am one of few, but few is enough
We teach our young, and remind the old
Our moonlight torch passing and rising with every sun
Down generations of bonds and blood
We do not seek to promote our cause, our message
Words are none other than to sound powerful or tough
I am one of few, but few is enough
The world may scorn us, may exile the pure
I hope the divine does not die with my prayer
I am one of few, but few is enough
Down generations of bonds and blood
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC