#young bard

[hanna-water]

Source: http://www.dagbladet.no/2013/09/19/kjendis/ylvis/the_fox/ylvisaker/helga_ylvisaker/29353850/

[probatiion]

“Who’re you?”

[gonowandspeedwell]

Only a handful of days had passed since Bard had been gifted a bow and he could not seem to take his hands off it. He brought it everywhere around the house with him (and was of course told off when he brought it to the dinner table), he pestered his father endlessly about letting his practice, he fletched arrows almost obsessively for it...Truth be told his parents were starting to get a little worried. 

It was probably because of this that his father allowed him to bring the bow whenever they went to collect barrels. The woods provided a good place to practice and Bard would often try his luck at shooting down flowers or acorns. He fancied himself a hunter like his father and then one day he came across...

The boy stopped in his tracks, jaw going slack at the sight in front of it. It...it was the biggest thing he had ever seen. It stood taller than him and those horns! Bard's lips formed a little grin even as he stared. If he could take it down, it would be enough to feed his family for a whole season. Maybe even two! Reaching over his shoulder for an arrow, Bard notched it and aimed.

[sagetotemchronicles]

in pulling myself together I had to pull everyone in me out, now I am all pulled apart, but a yoke of imagination; and now everyone is just a metaphor for fear and mortality

[sagetotemchronicles]

in Remembrance of things Past,

          memory,  a lovers' cast,

   the deep search–

the humming moon

                              my boyish swoon

                                                          your graceful perch

   on the bough of my indeterminate reality.

–My soul–

  in dream, in flight,

                            whirring

                                       breathing–

      belong,

                  "but not to me".

and as the thorns crawled

                                       up my weak thought mast

                you continue to stand

                                                  illuminated.

yet,

      here I am,

                      drowned in the elixer

                                                       of pain–

searching the constellations

                                           for your name.

ruined,

              heartbroken,

praying it was all worth it.

                                      Inamorata–

my beholden spirit.

[sagetotemchronicles]

I find myself at the bottom of another glass , curtains of grey closing on my sight —a familiar place  I awake whilst falling   something is holding my arms —venomous barbs I am at the bottom of another glass —and I feel nothing

I can hear you in the other room     —of my mind   take me to you    —on your words while I am singing    and           take me to you  because you want to hear my breathing   and         take me   to that place                     —where I stop dreaming  I'm sorry               —I can't stop screaming Tonight       —again     dressed in this                          —sorrow I have no strength to act                             but to      ask           —yet again to breathe for me

lay by me    —before I go in the damp moonlight seeking peace                       —in her glow

[sagetotemchronicles]

Hold your desires near

as the leaves hold to their branches

as the water to the earth

part not with your desires

as memories part of each passing soul

let not time

consume your desires

so she speaks---

of

rain dripping down a mountain crevasse

sometimes steady

sometimes slow

always

into the parting earth

always away from the glow

so she tells---

to

the torn hearts

the barren skies

in her small voice

that is not swallowed

her words;

on her words

do our desires

depart

[sagetotemchronicles]

air dry

slithering misery beg on my door i will further your veneration. tell me your lies tell me your worries address me as your number one problem. we'll sing a wonderful duet to hope teach me filth feed me your luck. a bastion of beat with ostentatious olfaction searching for ridiculous redemption how numbingly naive. lets walk to the door and prize what just happened respect for experience says i envy you, says im just you. again occlude me dream me to the air you exist in.