Dreaming of dreams

["It's funny isn't it?"

...

"What?"

"Is there nothing that you would love to say?"

...

"No."

"Well then that's just amusing..."]

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Dreaming of dreams

It takes but a moment to meet someone,

Yet a lifespan would never be enough to convey,

As shapes change and disipate,leaving no one

But the eager to sit patiently and survey.

I've had so many dreams so far in and through time,

Dreams as sweet as candy and as wrotten as wet wood,

Yet I'd like to share a dream in a dream of mine,

Where all could fly while I just stood.

It was all covered in white on top of the Snowy Mountain,

Above the waters of a lifeless fountain,

Near which golden pigeons picked on the ground,

And all I could do was smile and cry at what they had found.

Now the lesson of the writting here,

Is that no one is ever far or ever near,

They're just caught in their own dream,probably dreaming still

Waiting for their inner flame to burn through their chosen steel.

Inspiration:

Calvin Harris ft Florence-Sweet nothing

P.S.

Patience is a virtue indeed,

Yet when one lingers for too long,

Even time will start singing that sad song,

With lyrics telling of the dream one did not heed.

All those questions

It's been way too long so here's the post (really straight-forward,right? :D )

There's some things in life,

Thing I'm sure none of us can't get past.

It's those things that haunt you in the night,

When falling asleep,it's the thing you think of last.

Still,what happens when it all becomes real?

What was once unforgiven,torn asunder,

Banished and stroke by thunder,

What has happened since,how did all that "heal"?

I remember it,as if yesterday,

As this memory has haunted me for so long.

I remember it all,I remember "the fray",

I remember the cold outside at first,I can ever recall any song.

There was so much hope,so much warmth even in the cold,

As if it weren't winter back then.

There was so much peace and struggle waiting to be sold,

And in the end,there was nothing,even when...

...

Countless nights had passed and hopes shattered all around,

As nothing ever seemed to work,and thus all fell apart.

Heed my advice,when you're telling youself it's so bad,for I know that sound,

I know the entire symphony,as I've sang it as the memories had start.

Some minds feed on all around,counting every gesture,

And whilest mine is no different,I find myslef starving.

There's this answer that I seek to find,to put an end to this craving mind,

And never was this hunger dominant,until the day I saw the "Yes".

Inspiration:

Nickelback- Lullaby

P.S.:

I really hope you're reading this,

And remember what the PS always stood for.

[With this in mind,please proceed:]

I remember that I was last to speak,and because some time has passed since...

...

Read all of this over and over from the last day onward.

I'm sure that you'll find the (a) connection.
It is because of "Yes" that I wrote this.

Between two points

Alive...

Breathing...

The heart is beating...

...

Dead...again.

My dearest piece of paper,

How I've missed you once,I miss you still.

Even so,again as a traitor,

I rejoice the same,after paying my bill..

You could have been right,or could have been wrong,

Where once you sought,you had foretold.

Of the coming of things that must always fold,

Lovely,beautiful still,yet what a sad song.

I miss those old days...

I miss them even more as I see the new ones unfold.

All the traces,all that which none could hold.

A sad news today,for me,even sadder it reveals tomorrow,

Yet none wish to grief,and I'm left to flush the sorrow.

We will meet again fair piece of paper.

I promise...

P.S.:

Normally there's room for some,

Yet today it seems,there's room for none.

Inspiration:

The Glitch Mob - Between Two Points

Erather's Curse (part 4)

[At the outskirts of the Saint's main fortress,Tearfall,

There stood Erather.

Confident,back-straight,

He wielded flying balls of fire around the outer rims of his body.

As he changed the angle he was looking towards,

The flaming balls went rushing,as if a goner running for his life,

Rushing towards that on which their master laid eyes upon,

Consuming all that could be burnt,leaving nothing but ashes.

He briefly paused his exercise,

And as his hand flickered as always,

The small devils disappeared under the moons light.]

Erather:

What more is there to say,

When slowly,night turns into day,

As once the morning comes,none can ever stay,

That which we first wished to say.

Thus,the act of saying is left as a remembrance,

A light that is both deep and shallow,

A night that can cover and reveal any living shadow.

I was assembled by humans,yet I have no resemblance.

[Crossing the Snowy Mountains,

Foos,the eagle,continued his daily schedule,

He was almost back home after hunting the entire day.

The bird seemed to be aiming towards a largely grown forest,

Right next to the Lonely Plane.

A few moments by,a bit of fighting against the wind,

And Foos surely and quite softly landed on a tree.

He arrived just in time to great his master,Metira,

And what a joy for the now satisfied bird,

As she was singing:]

Metira:

You are the ground beneath my steps

You are the governor of all my weeps

You are the leaves above the water

You are that which I call shelter.

Through the decades spent together

And all the faces that passed before and after

We were the revelation

We chose what stayed and then fade away.

"But would you leave me

If I told you what I've done?

And would you leave me

If I told you what has become?

Because it's so easy,

To sing it so cold,

But it's so hard my love,

To say it to you all alone."

Soulless I remain after so many dark thoughts

Of all those whispers,all those heavy whispers

That echoed deep within myself,beneath the rocks

That now comes to torture us all with its silence.

...

[The last mage suddenly turned,

Flickered his hands faster and faster,all so faster,

He started screaming with all his might,

His hands spinning with agony.

At last,right before his feet gave up to an invisible pressure,

His hands held at his chest finally stopping their ritual,

Somehow flowing in front of his body,

Let out an awful crack and a great sphere of burning flames,

Flames spit from hell,as if a reminder of hell,

Blew away into the distance,hungry as if a hunting pray,

Going for far above the pillar of stone in the distance.

His rage was not yet complete,

Yet his voice shake as it met the cold air of the night:]

Erather:

How could you?

How dare you?

Who are you to take such a decision alone?

A curse is a curse for any other human out there,

Yet I pray that you will survive the blast,

As agony burns within my veins,

And if with love you threw our away...

[Erather rose from his knees,

His eyes of a burning gold,

Scrutinizing the night:]

Erather:

Then I pray again that you survive the blast,

So that my vengeance will find you along with flesh.

...

[As the mage turned nervously back towards the fortress,

The enormous fireball kept dominating the sky,

In its awake,it seemed as if a new sun had lit the clouds,

Spreading shadows left and right,

Seeking for its pray.

Alas,along the edge of the mountain,

It came to sudden halt a few meters above the perfect ground.

The fireball sparked as it shrank to the size of a fist,

It's color golden growing,twisted and ever so glowing.

Alas,the once great sphere,

Now the size of an apple,

Had found what it desired,

And as the skies roared as if a thousand cries suddenly began,

The small ball turned to the woods,raging and ravaging.

[Another cry met the former,

A crack of thunder,and a line made of  lightning,

Tore the ground from the skies,

And met the glowing ball.

An explosion,

Rock,dust,bits of trees covered by fire,

All could be seen,yet nothing could be heard,

As the entire plain had been washed away with all those bits and pieces.

...

After the smoke wore off,

A fragile yet dominant silhouette remained were once stood a forest.

A bird took off towards the opposite region of the mountain from the figures hand.]

Metira:

Fly away Foo and tell our king and father that we are ready...

Go,MAKE HASTE!

He knows...

Inspiration:

Florence + The Machine - No light , No light

Wishes and prayers

Hours and hours ago,

Hours that came to a halt and then flew by past,

All that time I had to grow,

She stood by,and went with my flow.

When all that I once asked was peace and quiet,

I stay here lying naked and paralized,wondering how could she have tried it,

And now ask the dearest of the Gods for that moment that would last forever,

And in all that passing of time,that the two of us would remain together.

Yes and yes again,as I have said above,

I discovered the final piece of which I remained unsure,

Peace is what I sought,and now that I finally have it,

I wish for time,to letit grow,to make it permanent.

My wishes have changed,yet the principles lie the same,

I wish for a home and pray that I never remain alone,

I pray that she will stay and forever feel the same,

I hope she will be filled with the same love as before,and always call my name.

Inspiration:

Fired Earth Music-Aphellon

P.S.

I miss youso very very much,

And can't wait to fall back again,

Down where it's safe,deep within your arms,

And that together we may lay,on the plains,just counting our shinny stars.

Something special

Hey there everyone,thanks for the feedback on the last post,really appreciate your support! ;)

Before I begin,I'd like to give a special shout-out to a very special friend of mine,that's turning 22 in the next hour.So,HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dearest friend in the world! >:D<

I wish you the best of luck Maria,and hope to see you as soon as possible...I've got a special something something for you this time.I'm grateful for everything you've done for me so far,and no matter what petty conflicts/argues/fights we'd have,I'll always be there, whether night or day,by your side.

La multi ani fiinta draga,sa ramai mereu asa cum esti,zambitoare,plina de energie si de neinduplecat de la telurile si idealurile tale! 

(sorry for the international people...GOOGLE-TRANSLATE IT! :P  ) 

Now,here goes:

["You've sprung the hearts and minds of many,without considering your own...Care!"-Vic]

It would seem that passion flourished again,

Flourished through the drops and tears of the rain,

Flourished through the hearts of the young,

Flourished on the helpless lips as they stung.

I say this after closely watching and observing,

As he,the man that saw himself as undeserving,

Arose from his prison and banished the ghosts,

That once haunted his coasts.

[At this moment,rhyme is not needed,

For a question rises from the public,

And an answer is called forth.

The question:

"Who is this stranger you speak of?"

"What ghosts haunted which coasts?"

Well the answer my dearest,is this: ]

In this tale I speak of he who has always been in every story so far,

He who you have come to feel pity,hate, despise and at least once,even love.

It is he,that in his demise,all came to arise,

It is he the reason that you are here.

["Alright...Is there more to this tale?"]

Indeed there is,yet more importantly the answer lies in another,

Deep within his own answer.

You see,she came into play,and now he is no longer alone,

It is she the reason that his body is mended,from back to bone,

It is she that proposed a challenge once more,

And she seems fit to be the coast to his shore.

I am filled with joy to see this sight again,

I am at ease for she lacks any sort of stain.

I see love in their eyes,

And am amused as I watch them,as I watch flies,

Except these ones dance with each other,

The lonely wisher and the now surrogate mother.

Inspiration:

Ellie Goulding - My blood

(+her :D )

P.S.

Fericire si bucurie imbinate in aceeasi licoare,

Dulce bautura,simt cum din nou imi oferi culoare,

Si ma intreb daca mai tii tu minte oare,

Ca nu mai stiu ce inseamna "ma doare"?

The halt

Let it be known that I am not a believer in faith,

Nor do I cling to such a childish trait,

Yet I have been stunned by a sheer of luck,

Struck as if a fly hit by a truck.

Whilst walking the path I've been walking all this time,

I came across someone that could complete a rhyme.

Fragile and young,alive and filled with energy,

I soon considered to pause my stroll and consider this "enemy".

It soon came to me,as the hours poured,

That I had encountered something both interesting and strange.

"How could such a being bring up so much interest in me?

Where were all those thoughts that had haunted my past?

Why could I not move,thus not able to take my eyes from thee?

I would even go so far as to believe that this one could hear my thoughts."

Although strange and with a childish air,

I continued chattering at the least to see whether she were fair,

And after countless tries I soon discovered the saddening truth,

All that I could either feel or see struck me with such familiarity.

I saw in that being that which gave me hope,

I felt dazzled and confused,yet saved by a sturdy rope,

I knew it then as I had known it all before,

It was the same hurt that stood inside me,that had tore...

It soon came to my mind that I had lingered enough,

So I stood and continued walking,even as the land laid rough,

But my hand was grasped by the other and a smooth voice then asked:

"May I join you,and may we walk the same path...forgetting our own past?"

P.S.

Love and other feelings alike,

Come and be combined,at last reunite,

I am now complete and feel scattered,

Like drops of sand,I am now an almighty matter.

Inspiration:
Saltillo-Veil