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[cadalyst]

Steam Powered

In the heart of life, a proud flame burns bright The warmth of joy, the heat of fury And the many other reasons we are given to fight

In the depths of soul, rain turns the world blurry A sometimes gentle shower turns to a torrent Bursting forth from the dams like a student's query

Upon the veins set ablaze do the waters pour down Consuming the ardor, replacing it with grief Till the clouds part, leaving only ruins left around

Under the wreckage lies embers, hidden like a thief Not allowing the damp to find purchase and rot Patiently waiting for the arrival of a new leaf

I function amidst the rising steam, as I have been taught Though the next fire is weaker and kept lit by friends I will struggle forwards, not letting all be for naught

For as long as I can or until the world finally makes amends.

[cadaeix]

Cadaeic

My entry for this year’s 200 Word RPG Challenge! It’s about having 200 words.

[cadalyst]

Destination Not Found

If Home is where the heart lies Then this place where I rest my head Cannot be my Home For my heart is divided by things unsaid.

Some pieces have been scattered to the skies Others remain with their counterparts Sharing and bearing The collective weight of the world on our hearts.

There is so much beauty upon which to gaze If only our hearts were free to explore. World weariness syndrome, A fleeting existence that I can’t help but deplore.

The wind in the leaves, the rain on the roof The lull of waves, the laughter of friends. Things meant for sharing. But our ability to reach this ideal all depends.

Can we survive through the storm of this reality? Will we be able to find each other after? Destination not found. But I’ll hope and listen for your laughter.

[cadalyst]

Discouraged

Every time I move in a direction I feel like I see something shift A way that was open, now shut A door where people were talking, slammed. And it only happens when I move So then is it any wonder That I sit here, curled up only watching?

When everything you try falls apart And no one moves to help you How would you react? Maybe I'm weak for such a reaction But understand that this is not a one time thing This is twenty seven years of stacked failures Weighing down on me.

I sought distraction in stories And lost my appetite for telling them myself I reveled in discussing ideas But found myself at a another dead end I sought to grow and learn how to improve I still have hope for this one But I am without a guide and understanding

As walls stand in my path The slower my pace forwards becomes The more dead I feel inside. I want to be free of this curse That sucks the joy from my life I wish I knew how to be rid of it Without also being rid of myself

[cadalyst]

Unafraid

We humans are taught to hide our pain, To keep hidden and ignore weakness, That not doing so will be others gain, And thus did an illness spread across the land. Undiscovered, unmitigated, unceasing.

Only now are signs reaching the surface, Those in power are counting on our meekness, Seeking a chain reaction that will erase, The tiles flipped by a gluttonous hand. Untruthful, unqualified, unhinged.

But tell me, what happens to a body That has been unabately consumed by rot When organs fail and nerves grow shoddy It topples over, no longer able to stand. Unwell, uncomfortable, unplugged.

From the wreckage shall new life spring, With the memories of all who resolutely fought When purged of malady, what joy might we bring? Wait not then till the flames of hate are fanned. Undeniable, unchained, unspoiled.

[cadalyst]

Blind

Once I was able to see the path in front of me But now, a change has come down from above

For the first, I averted my eyes for too long You were not who you were anymore But I stuck around because I loved the tune of the song Too bad you thought I was nothing but a bore.

For the second, I kept them on you for too long And then when I didn’t, for once, it left a scar Only too late did I realize the many ways I was wrong Every now and then I wonder how you now are.

I kept my eyes open but I thought holding back was the key And then a chance struck me like a white dove

For the third, I wanted to believe that it was my time It was for a week and then you backed out After two years of build up, you turned on a dime Good thing since apparently you were like a dead trout.

For the fourth, I thought that maybe, just maybe this time And then you split with your lout and things were great. But my hints were ignored and backstabbing became your crime Of course I didn’t want to hear about your date.

It must have been around this time I lost my ability to see I became consumed by the desire to once again feel love

For the fifth, I thought there would be a connection chime It was probably deafened by my big mouth and desire For the sixth, my hopes were transfixed by my paradigm And now I fear that I’ve only thrown myself upon the pyre.

All that keeps me company at night when all are abed are the twins Frustration and desperation Here to pull the wool over my eyes once again How long will their con game run, I wonder.

[cadalyst]

(g)Rappel

We all arrived together at this place Strongly determined to scale this rockface Each of us took our own route I could hear the sound of voices all around No reason to look back towards the ground

But a gust kicked up and battered me Clinging to the rope I offered a plea The storm raged and I began to doubt Then all was quiet until I could hear Laughter and joy, the friends held dear

Somehow they'd climbed higher than I I called out, hoping they weren't too high But no one turned back in response to my shout Slowly, I became to ascend once more My clouded mind giving rise to a roar

Hand over hand I put forth Whilst those racous voices headed north Truly, had I been forgot? I did not wish to consider such a thought My concious comfortingly me that I had not

Yet as I cleared one ridge and looked askance You all had gone ahead without a glance Hope to anger, enthusiam to rot. I cast down my gear, charging after Surrounded by that now accursed laughter

I ran and I searched until I was spent Anger fled, replaced by sorrowful vent Rejected from finding that which I sought So as you now gather, round this fire Ask me not why my look is so dire.

[cadalyst]

a storm of words

ruthless, heartless, without remorse

that’s setting of this story

i can see and almost reach the other endings

but they are locked away

the most i can hope for is to not be miserable

to remain happy for long is to invite disaster

for the world shall seek to overwrite it

to trade it out to someone else

there are those who are lucky and who skimmed the material

that lucky majority of half people living their selfish lives

and then there are those of us who have opened our books

who have poured over the pages and had our eyes shown marvels

synthetic marvels

anachronistic anarchy

the light touches us through the closed window

and we reach out for it to meet glass.

are we trapped in this room without doors?

is the only way out to break that glass?

is such a thing even possible?

there are no objects aside from ourselves

if we want to reach that shining sun,

we must all pound against that glass

we must not shy from it shattering against our palms,

cry out

desire and seek that light.

that is what we must do

but first we must break down our internal walls of doubt

or else nothing will change