There once was a little robin that dreamed of flying free But it was trapped inside a cage from the moment it came to be It pleaded with the grinning man to let it out to see All the world outside its bars the sky was meant for me Of course my dear he said with glee you know you need only ask But first, you see you must pay me because I own of thee The Robin was quite dismayed as they were rarely paid Employment being scarce to one living in this age But I have nothing to trade, the dear Robin said my finances are quite dead The grinning man laughed with evil mirth fear, not my little bird Soon you will sing with all that freedom brings and all I'd ask of you Sell me your wings
May Nothing But Happiness Come Through Your Door May your wings never be clipped, may you always soar May you never have reason for tears to pour May your dreams come true like never before May no pain comes across your life again May there always be comfort in your rain May nothing ever pull you down the drain May your efforts never be in vain May your fire forever brightly shine May you always experience the devine May magick always be in your design May you never be forced into their line In life there are many doors And may something good always be through yours
Where Moondrops Fall Freely by Darkest-Jade, literature
Literature
Where Moondrops Fall Freely
Take me to those secluded spaces Secret places Where moondrops fall freely Moonshadows dancing on sandy shores Eternal encores Where Magick and Music comes easy Mountaintops conquered and explored Adventures adored Where we meet the skies and we may soar
The Demise of Mary Conner - Scene 1 by saykha, literature
Literature
The Demise of Mary Conner - Scene 1
“Are you really convinced that Mary would be capable of killing herself?” Robert’s voice was tight.
“Wh… what?” Celine felt her heart stop as her eyes flew up to meet his.
Looking at her apologetically, he stepped closer and softly placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry for bringing this up. I’m sure you’ve been through enough pain already but … I’ve been thinking this through and none of it makes sense.”
“I don’t …” she pulled away and started walking, her eyes set on the sidewalk. “I don’t want to talk about it Ro
Suid-Afrika was nog nooit ʼn gemaklike plek
water is maar min, die son brand alles vrek
Dit vat ʼn besondere hardkoppige mens
om ʼn lewe te Wil uitkrap waar geen ander dit sal wens
Die gevare is vele, beide mense en diere
Diep wonde wat loop weens sosiale skeure
Maar tog bly ons floreer deur al die swaar kry en pyne
Want slegs daardeur kry ons die reg om te sê: dit is waarlik myne
So al brand ons land dalk tot die grond sal ons nie vlug na vere en heinde
Ons sal saadjies plant daar in die as nog tot die bitter einde
How fragile our facade
How thin the veneer
of promises for a future
built together, free of tyranny
But now past heroes weep
as our dreams go up in smoke
we all rudely awoke
only to see:
yesterday’s battles fought by the youth
If I could live just where I please
I'd like somewhere with a salty breeze
I would choose a beach where no one goes
and pick a cliff that no one knows
Then build a house of mortar and stone
with a thatched grass roof, the world to disown
Add a pool and a hearth to my solitary location
then tightly shut the door and christen it: Isolation
Since forever I've been waiting
For this feeling unabating
In a moment spanning life-times
I see you and nothing else
Though the roads that lay before us
Feel like they could stretch unending
I know that parting, sure as the morrow
Will lay waste to what we build
But even if our time is fleeting,
I would not change that fateful meeting
For there is nothing in this life that
Could keep me away from you
The Girl in the Flower-Print Dress by DeiSophia, literature
Literature
The Girl in the Flower-Print Dress
Your summer breath faded to autumn on caucasian mountains
chilling dull sounds to frost, scraping words with glacial slowness down below the tree-line
And then you turned, winds of winter rising, swirling about your train
walking down the avenue, beneath the dappled light of trees
I followed hopelessly bound,
mesmerized by the repeating patterns
of blue hyacinths upon your dress.