shadows on the sea

the in-character blog of ceneres 'cen' ravenwood on Moonguard

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[naamahdarling]

There's something so uniquely joyful about a mare taking her new baby out for a run. I could watch them all day.

[hecho-a-mano]

THESE HORSES ARE SO DARK THEY ARE SO PRETTY

[from-aldebaran]

Let's be gorgeous with mama

[thousandwrecks]

My piece for Sparkle and Sea, a charity merbook from earlier this spring.

[pnglove]

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Shifting Sands

By MissT

​The clock strikes,

and everything changes.

Tension at home turns people into strangers.

The New Year dawns, and suddenly

there are adults where my children used to be.

I reach to help,

but it’s never enough

to make them see that life is tough.

​The kitchen table holds the space

of every ghost and every face.

The echoes of the childhood years

are muffled now by grown-up fears.

I watch the door, I watch the clock,

waiting for a familiar knock,

learning that love, in its purest form,

is being the port, but not the storm.

​I can’t control the way I feel

this quiet loss feels all too real.

Love has never been easy to show.

What’s even harder is letting you go.

I keep running,

though silence is killing me,

a shell of myself where I used to be.

​I’ve spent my life as the steady hand,

drawing the lines and shifting the sand.

Now I must learn to stand quite still,

against the grain of my own will.

It’s a different strength, a quiet art,

to hold them close with a tethered heart,

trusting the roots that I once sowed

to guide them down an unknown road.

​The house is still, the air is thin,

but a second breath is moving in.

I’m more than just the ghost of "then"

I’m finding who I am again.

Yet even as the moments fray,

I know we’ll find another day.

​I won’t give up at the first decay.

If you think I’ll crumble in disarray,

think again.

It will be okay.

Source: Shifting Sands

[ryebreadgf]

something something the poetry of science etc

[ryebreadgf]

woah

[dramaticwriter]

yeah

[cenravenwood]

#elovir

[diaryyun]

Some people survive things they never learned how to explain.

[midnigtartist]

And they’re all still screaming in you head

And their lips, they’re calling you bloody bloody

[mealymeals]

all you have is your fire

[abp0rns]

Softer when he sleeps

[havingapoemwithyou]

Darling Coffee by Meena Alexander

[ruhaniya]

You were written into me before I ever learned your name

[havingapoemwithyou]

will we work together by Marge Piercy

[badwolfdogbutch]

Sloppy soft make out session and we're giggling but your laughter is so attractive and I'm in love with you and now we are lazily having soft sex cuz it's early in the morning and we just had sex last night but you still look so hot and I love you and your disheveled hair just turns me on more. I'm kissing your neck again any we are repeating our love for each other from last night

[shivroy]

[owlyjules]

Wisptober Day 15 - Around

"As the fox skull lay decaying in the tall grass, the spectres of dancing rabbits could be seen rejoicing around it. "