4. Start writing my poetry again.
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Kristina
Title: Vindicated Author: Muggleish Rating: T Character(s): Song Theme: If Only… Author's Notes: First in a four part series. This one has mature themes. Just letting the youngins know. The road was long, windy, and rocky. Song had often suggested to her older patience not to walk such a long path, but knew very well it was the only safe way back to their village. She had spent her morning gathering supplies from the forest, and was now making her way down the very same one. The summer was drawing to a close, and the troops had been coming in mass droves. There is always work to be done. She smiled a warily as the village came into site just ahead. It would be nice to take a little rest. Her head turned to right when a noise caught her attention-a groan that came from the nearby clearing. She worked quickly and instinctively. Her feet followed as her ears lead the way, but she froze just at the edge. Her eyes widen and full took in the sight before her. Two beautiful nude bodies moved together in a dance that she didn’t understand. Emotion poured out of them that hit her and sent a shiver down her spine. Another feeling too… Regret crept into her belly and made her sick. “If only”, she thought… But there is always work to be done. |
My newest poem:
( Saints and Sinners. )
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New Version of my layout is done. It features original art work done by my mother and me of a young Geisha. hehe, Does it look all right to you guys? Any probs let me know, please!
One of my favorite poems that I have ever written, First thing I ever had published.
I look out into the gloom of this place
Then I look into the reflection of my own face
I see me, but not me
Just a million or more of what I must be
More in the mission than I want to recall
I feel in me, that I'm nothing at all
Temptation is great upon my breast
This is the truth of my deadly quest
I feel the darkness on this land
I mustn't give up my hand
Though my fear is multiplied and pushes me downside
I could never hide, too much pride
I looked down into the looking glass
My heart shutters at the thought of the tasks
The reflection remains and I stare . . .
These reflection of a broken mirror and I feel that I don't care</FONT
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