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Through the darkness I part the Veil,
And walk the hidden paths,
In the brightness beyond the pale,
I see what none have seen.
There's danger here in the world beyond,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.

And all my days it waits for me,
The calling in my blood,
And through the years I walk the paths,
That very few have seen,
The Veil grows thin as years go by,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.

Through the darkness I return again,
From those fair hidden paths,
And as I walk I learn to talk,
Like I once knew I could,
For few have been beyond the veil,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.

~In the Gleam Beyond the Gloom by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, March 5, 2015


My attempt at translating it into Latin:

Velum parte post umbram,
Et ambulate per semitae occultae,
In splendóribus supra pallidus,
Non video quid viderim.
Non est hic mundus extra periculum,
In splendóribus post umbram.

Et omnibus diebus meis memet maneat
Vocatio in sanguine meo,
Et per annos ambulate semitae,
Valde pauci, quas vidi,
Velum crescit tenuis quod eunt anni,
In splendóribus post umbram.

Per tenebras revertentur
Ex his latet semitas occultae,
Et ego ambulo illis loquela,
Scientes semel ego potui,
Pauci abierunt trans velum,
In splendóribus post umbram.


And a translation of that Latin from an academic translation site:

And the hanging for the part after the shadow,
And walk by the ways of the hidden God,
In the brightness of beyond the pale,
I do not see what I saw,
He is not here the world is out of danger,
In the brightness after the shadow.

The call waits for me,
In my blood, and all my days,
And I will walk you through the years, the highways,
Very few men, that I have seen,
As the years go by the thin veil of the increases,
In the brightness after the shadow.

From these things it is hidden by the darkness,
They shall come again the paths of the hidden God,
And I, I walk the angels have speech,
Yet knowing that once I was able to,
They went to the other side of the veil of the few,
In the brightness after the shadow.
depraVed Mar 2015
The present becomes surreal when it isn't what my past had inteded.

Or at least as I thought it back then, as I jot with this pen.

I pass each moment granted each moment is a present.

It has become presently evident.

Each breath is a gift and every second, a luxury.

Life seems so gloom yet, death is fun to me.

Maybe I'm confused. That is certainly my alibi.

I've spent most my years asking how when I wonder why?

Why wonder why; why ask how?

When everything you need to know is right now.

Tomorrow is never and yesterday is a thought.

Today is topic that I'd rather not.

Rather not ponder just in case I find now.

I'll forget this next moment then furrow
my brow.
Noandy Feb 2015
Drag my eyes and dig my hope
Arrange the corpses and lit the flowers
Ruin our poetry and forsaken divine journeys

Lavish our time in varnished vanity
Incinerate the path you walk upon,

though nothing could come to any light—
Go find the hearts you had murdered.

The wind blew your tongue; colder your tears
Your dancing fingers and palms still talk of sun
And soon saturated your old ash driven hair
Into raindrop roots of forestry rhymes

Some of the rhymes were of your smile
Colored only by a single weary verse
To unravel the waves of your 7th ghost
which was
Just a picture for us to caress—

In the absence of sly soul and slacking slashes.

The pictures shall never fit the wooden frame
Carved by the sharp words you wrote by the heat
And the sympathetic sword you caress before the pages
Of travelling letters never yet to come.

And so I ask,

How long have my eyes been fasting
Drifted away from your grim outline
Questions I ask, is this an omen or mere silence
To welcome the storm I have yet encountered?

Ah,

Rustling wind shall tell no more
You would never have your hair and shadows back
Agonizing the pain we never had
None will have our verses and our wandering

Oh,

And I should learn to forget
Learn to regret
Learn to heed
Learn to bleed.
Viki More Feb 2015
After Many a Springtide Dies the Swan

Once was so glorious in his beauty,
Breathtakingly handsome and full of seduction,

Like a divine tree of a charm in a gleaming appearance,
Fancied many a magnificent birds;

Oh silly splendid birds! You are the travellers of the globe,
Be not fascinated with his calm temptation-
It will decay and fall apart.    

Alas! For his gentle shadow, you’re maddest unto the confines.

Give the immortality and never dying beauty,
He prayed for immortal youth and immortal age.

Only if, god would recall his gift,
Only if one could challenge the nature,

Preserve me in the portrait, where I will remain richly fresh,
He exclaimed wretchedly, perhaps one would live forever!

Real was the joy in living young, perhaps, the ultimate joy left?

Shining feathers are greyed with a gloom, and
Luminous vision is fading away.
Eye-catching walks of youth are unsteady now,
The envious stream couldn’t imitate the image of glowing and beautiful,
In his sleepy eyes once more dream of youth twinkles.
Departs the last drop of a tear in silence,

And, after many a springtide dies the swan.
Mercury Chap Feb 2015
The lights suddenly glimmered,
And all the faces shone,
All the beauty appeared,
In all directions.

But there was one corner,
Where the darkness still remained,
And the shadows of people,
Hid the corner more,
And with it, a person,
Slouched against the wall,
Stood there behind the shadows,
Giving up to stay tall.

No one saw her,
But she saw everything,
The lady in the fur,
Was talking stuff about her,
She tried to reach out for the lady,
But her skin burnt,
The moment she stepped out,
Of her corner.

Wasn't ignorance enough for her?
Or does she still have to stay in the shade?

Everyone passed beside her,
But no one noticed the thin shape,
Struggling to get out,
Get out of the gloom,
She lives in.

The lights went out,
And everything reappeared,
Clearer than ever,
And they finally noticed,
The blood that smeared,
Out of her heart,
They finnaly noticed all the wounds,
But like always,
When the lights came up again,
They just turned away,
And walked back in their path.
Ominous Feb 2015
And there goes the woman
who dares to live
on her own way
It's not so different than I could
possibly think but
I do not know if
she's gonna stay or leave
for real
tho I already kissed her
goodbye
I've suffered because of
her &
I've suffered because I cannot
control what's inside me
that wants to touch her &
feel her everlasting warmth
but I was wrong
everyone of us has
our own way
to go &
no other soul
in this world
can state otherwise
when this very old &  wise
truth
doesn't even fit
in our bare mortal hands.
CD Feb 2015
I traded my mind out for him, because I knew he’d have enough to fill the void inside my head.
Turns out I was wrong.
Mercury Chap Feb 2015
When you look at me
You would see me smiling
You would ignore the pain I carry
You would ignore my scars.

I'm happy, don't you know?
I was never sad
For you, I guess...
Becasue you don't care
You just strike away the depair
That dwells in me
And then you say I don't understand
Because I am always happy.
But one should know
THAT I AM NOT!

The doctor wasn't happy
When I was born
The neighbour wasn't happy
Because I was a girl.

I wasn't happy when I was four
I wasn't happy when I was eight
I remember I cried on my 8th birthday
Because no one was happy I was born that day.

You say I smile
But that's the satan in me smiling
She got what she wanted
She wanted me to get crazy
And now I am.

What more do you want from me?
Are you happy now?
Oh, you're sad?
Then why don't you stop
Saying things about me!
Why don't you ever ******* stop!
You're making me sick!
I'm tired of this
I am tired of slashing my wrist
I am ******* tired of all your jokes
And if this doesn't make YOU happy,
Then I'll have no choice
But to slash my neck.
This is dedicated to all the people who have made me crazy so far.
THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR HELP. NOW I AM LIVING A HAPPY LIFE. I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY.
We Are Stories Jan 2015
Dear Benny,
I know I left when you were just a small boy
As you watched my ship sail off the shore.
I know I left you and said that I loved you
And I kissed your head as you slept the night before,
But all I can recall is the sad look on your face
As I left without a trace!
I could've sworn I saw the frown in your cheeks
As I packed my bags to leave!
Son, I dream of the days when my apologies would mean something
And you could find the heart to forget someone who never had one!

Well son, your daddy was a pirate!
I left long ago so I could find some island
That we all believed to be out there!
But son I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere!
It's the thoughts of what you look like now,
How you've grown and how your little voice sounds,
That haunt my deepest thoughts and my deepest sorrows!
I just want to hold you in my arms tomorrow!

Oh these waves just rock my heart in circles
Like I used to lull you to sleep as the sun sets!
I wish I never left!
I wish I never left!
My heart's still stained with all my regret!
Just remember that when you grow old and start your life
To never live it the way I lived mine!

I heard you're quite the sailor, son,
And I hear you smile just like your mother.
I hear that mom found another man,
And now you have another brother.
Why won't these chests of gold and bottles of ***
Fill this gaping hole inside my black heart!
All I have left is the bitter taste!
All I have left is the bitter taste!
Alcohol makes it all seem great,
But, Benny, it's brought me to these final days!
Find yourself a wife and kiss your son goodnight!
Because sometimes I dream of the days when I'll die!
And to be honest it's starting to feel good.
Isha Kumar Jan 2015
The tears
that cascaded
down her
cheek
were enough
to make
a mighty
creek.
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