#cretivewriting

[withoutatrace8]

“Look what I found”

I want to turn these clicking letters into piano keys and play you a masterpiece. I’m writing a dance; the wave of passion flowing from more than just my hands. I am a contortionist of thought; I am inspired not by danger but by irony; the ability for a sailboat to survive tossing seas. I laugh maniacally and nervousness racks my fingertips with an energy I’m not sure I can bear to you. But I need to stop assuming that you can’t understand.

My forte is bringing starlit skies into my body. Repeated rhythms soothe me and I can’t choose a favorite color. Every part of the spectrum moves differently. I’ve learned that improvisation works best when you’re not sure which color you feel or which color you see. I don’t want to lose the moment to be lavender or ice blue; I want to be moved by every movement.

I rather be moved than inspired. I rather lose than gain what I’m not supposed to. I find peace in not knowing; I find releasing in moving to this beat: to just jam it out below my fingertips and to yell and sing even if I crack. I’m learning to play; I’m learning to let go and move to release this body from chains and silent screams; I have not cut off any part of my soul but I’ve gained more by letting go.

My leg is gone but I’m moving better than I ever have, and I see more colors than I’ve ever comprehended before.

Can you say what you really want to say?

You can’t stop me and you shouldn’t let anything stop you either.

Dare to be moved.

[conventionalpoem]

Thy erstwhile

By Steffen Takeno

Past is not defined by loops or routine Neither by reoccurring episode, Rather experiences that we have seen  And lessons we’ve learned so virtuous and broad 

We feel vestigial flicker of regret From our slip-ups and shadows of the past We crave to redo or even reset  A hesitant resolve we once surpassed 

For there is no value to whine and mourn  Over things that were ancient, old, or gone  We were meant to move forward since we’re born  It’s our role to learn from what has been done 

For past are moments that left too sudden Something that passed but never forgotten

[nameless-blind-mute]

A friend in trouble -  Day 7

A week ago I was cast into the wilderness, cast to wander alone and in misery. I was a noble and a kind lord who was leading a city into a new era. one free from the racism and hatred that separated the people of Haven... an era of mutual prosperity where for the first time in over 200 years a leader believed that the way to prosper a town was to prosper its people... From this town would be re born a city and from the light of that city the whole world of Haven would see a new and more peaceful way of life. and then maybe i could enlighten the world  What a fool I am...  a Finnien, Third to the throne ... I am not enlightened, I am a fool..

Nameless suddenly hears a familiar voice ...

 A friend and confidant has made a way to see me and bring a kind cup of soup... and to say good bye... for she is being held accountable for crimes committed at my side...  I begged her to be patient and step down peacefully, to counsel and guide and protect the people for they lack wisdom in strategy and war  but it was too late... I begged her to stay and help them defeat the wraiths as she has the most powerful magic in the city but the threats , insults and persecution from Lord Somnia had already wounded her pride and she feels that Compass rose no longer has space for a loyal servant as her... her words still ring in my head ...

---"These people are not OUR people Rolynd! .....If we don't take a stand against these other races.....  I KNOW you don't agree with me, and I have voiced on multiple occasions that I think you are INSANE!......but I have stood by you because I believe in YOU.....not them”--- 

Why the hatred and subjugation of the other races, even among my own Kind I am thought to be insane for my kindness but still my followers are loyal and believe in me.... such contradiction.... and even though I face persecution from my most trusted and my family I stand for what I believe is right... but my zeal has brought me ruin.... 

I will miss her for she was able to do the things I could not but yet needed to be done.. Yes her actions have always been questionable, even corrupt, but she has gotten the job done, and what leader in this world does not have their protectors, assassins and inquisitors? Without her I will sure take a blade to my back, as even the greatest leaders in all history had enemy's who sought to destroy them... 

but Zet”talen,, Zet”talen sent me a message,, a cursed riddle  “Not all leaves fall where they should. The trees shake with whispers of poison.” ...Gods why do you torment me in my weakness, I cant concentrate in this filth and squalor to light a fire if I had tinder how on Haven can I concentrate on figuring out a riddle from someone I love... I shall never understand its meaning but it will continue to torment my mind... For it brings my heart a message that is foreboding and I fear that one I love will perish within its words... I am cursed beyond repair perhaps this atonement will be my undoing...

[authorjoyroyal]

Fly

Pessimism says there's no reason to try Optimism shouts it'll all be alright Realism whispers that perhaps it's not wise But the hope of the dreamer will cause them to fly