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 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Chris
The Hero
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Chris
In a world of goblins, orcs and the likes there lived a hero. This hero was a person of peasant blood and a friend to the weak. Every day the people of his little village would go to him for help. The hero would never turn them away, and always solved their problems. However, the day came for them to ask of a task too large. The hero was sent out to fight a battalion of goblins, orcs and trolls. This battalion was well known for being the most ruthless and devastating in all the land. Everywhere they went they left a trail of destruction and despair. But the hero being bound by honor went to confront them head on. He sliced through the goblins with his expertly crafted sword. He pierce the flesh of the orcs with the precise shots of his bow. It was truly a sight to see, one man taking on an army. But much to the villagers dismay, by the time he got to the trolls, his quiver was empty and his sword had broke. He still took them on with his bare fists. As if possessed by a beast, the hero tore through lines of the battalion slaughtering all in his path. None stood a chance until he reached the one who lead the battalion of death. Without saying a word, the hero grabbed the leader by the neck and lifted him off the ground. Squirming in his iron grip, the leader begged and pleaded for his life to be spared. The hero contemplated this for a time but the leader had tricked him, he pulled his dagger from his sleeve and stabbed the hero. The hero succeeded in saving the village that day, and that's why we're left with you. The son of a hero who gave his own life to save his people. The fate of the village left in the gauntlets of his son prodigy. there's only one problem with that: you don't know how to be a hero. You can't fight, in fact, you can barely pick up a sword. The mere chance that you would've failed to get even one of your fathers traits is amazing. With you being the best "hero" we've got left, you're being sent to a larger city to train. The shining city of Miridas, a cultural capitol and center of innovation. There you will me the man who will cultivate your potential and temper your skills. That is, if you have any skills. You leave tomorrow at dawn, to start your new life.
Okay, this was just a story me and three friends wrote in our spare time. We each wrote 2 sentences and I suggest you guys do so as well to try and make weird stories. Also it's not really a poem.
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Chris
The man pulled into the driveway, just returning home with a brand new pair of penny loafers. He was ecstatic to wear them and show them off during a fine stroll when he found the time. He climbed out of the car and jogged to the front door, a very clear hop in his step. He placed the key in the know and turned. He then proceeded to head inside. He could wait no longer. He made his way to the dining room table and sat down in one of the chairs. He held the shoe box in his hand for a brief moment, eyes closed. He felt the smooth cardboard, the fresh smell. It was overwhelming. He opened his eyes again, and opened the box. There they were. His destiny, staring back at him. He took off his old shoes and slipped on the loafers. For a second, all was fine. But then, a realization hit him. His eyes went wide. He couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe. And yet, it was so apparent. What is it, you wonder? Well, it was this: his loafers were one size too big. He thought to himself, "This isn't possible. I checked at the store. These were my size." He became frantic. He screamed, clawing at the air, begging for the gods above to give him mercy. He could accept many hardships in life but this, he couldn't bear this. He began to foam at the mouth, his screams and moans getting increasingly loud. Until, suddenly, the noises ceased. If anyone were to enter that house, they would see a man lying their on the floor, mouth and eyes open, wearing those pair of ****** loafers.
This is a bit of a meme between my friends and I, one made this story up on the spot and we just kinda pass it around every once in a while sharing it to new people. it's pretty good.
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Chris
If everything fades away.
What's the point of living today?
If everything we work so hard for,
is just lost so someone else can get more.

When life get's you down off your drug,
Just give it another click enjoy the pugs.
If all we have will soon fade,
Then let it all live on for the pain.
idk just kinda doing stuff again :/
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Chris
Time
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Chris
What is time?
Is time a tool?
Is it mine to own?
Is it a towns fool?

If we created time
Then does that make it ours?

Why would we share time?
Why wouldn't we keep it to ourselves?

Does time grow at one pace
Or does it flow at our rates?

Is it just a figment of our imagination?
Or is it just another of natures creations?

If time is real, what's to say it won't stop?
If time's fake, what's to give us this idea?
Just something to think about
Tick-tock
On the clock
Here I am
I'm Falling
Down and Down
Falling Down
Don't you hear that calling
I'm to blame
What a shame
Wonder why I'm balling
Tears go down
Like a frown
Lost the choice of walking
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
blackbiird
all she wanted was a sign that
life had not forgotten her
But all she had were the shackles
of her demons resting on her
pillow as she slept.
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
plum
• ° * • ° * • ° * • ° * • ° * • ° • °

She sleeps late at night,
Hoping he'd be awake for her

• ° * • ° * • ° * • ° * • ° * • ° *• °
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Astral
Poetry
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Wordfreak
I sit and ponder
How a steady mind
Can pick through a pile
Of cluttered characters
And combine them
Into words that can
Change the world.
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Rich Hues
Some
 Dec 2018 Ceida Uilyc
Rich Hues
Some are friendly and like to be kissed,
Some are lonely with cuts on  their wrist,
But some have found,
When a man is around,
That it's surprisingly easy to walk into a fist.
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