The Power of Web Sight by JohnnyCurcio, literature
Literature
The Power of Web Sight
Adamastor and Sebastian were twins, sons born of the Spider King.
Their existence marked a new era for the old empire of shadow.
Despite its intimidating name, these lands were full of shaded trees.
The lush greenery was populated by subjects of the Spider
and all were peaceful until the arrival of exploring wizards.
The magical creatures' power was a force wizards found enticing
and they invaded en masse for trite reasons both petty and shallow.
Adamastor tried negotiation, the wizards ignored his pleas,
Sebastian called for war for he had always been a violent fighter.
The Spider Kingdom was no match for the supernatural blizzards
I am but just another soul who chose to pour their heart into scribbling lines, most times broken into artistic chunks. Yet it was here that I began the course, the rough and winding path of writing songs without the music – only spoken words conveying constant, loud frustration toward myself and other people in my life. Alas, I try to keep a level head and heart these days, seeking other methods to spark creative flow and to de-stress – yet I could only go as far as life would let me – then that flow would stop without an indication I was losing ground, and all my motivation disappeared. And thus, I decide to start anew, planting seeds of five, seven, five – sometimes fourteen more to build a stronger root or add taste.
The Song of Leaves On foot aloft With tempered pointed hand Seated atop the unending To the tune Of an everlasting Drum A dance is made A dance is sung And a dance is admired To the merry of all Should the song at play Falter in beat Dance to an invigorating beat, shall we Should the song at play Falter in Rhythm Dance to a soothing sway, shall we Should the song at play Falter in soul Dance to a laughing smile, shall we After breaking wood atop the cellist’s head, of course ‘tis a song It is playing Who would we be If we did not dance And aid our humble Instruments.
I thought when you said you loved me,
Said you cared for me, and that you would
Always protect me, that it was true,
But it wasn’t.
I thought we were two halves of a coin,
That we were made for each other
And would be together for all time,
But we weren’t.
I thought we were inseparable,
That we’d be side by side,
That I could rely on you,
But I couldn’t.
I thought I was the one
Who was not strong enough
To bear our burdens together as one,
But I wasn’t.
I thought when your words cut me
And you ceased to trust me,
That I could bear the pain,
But I shouldn’t.
I thought when we began to fail
Inside of your mind is a complicated mess,
like trying to tell your story in the span of one breath,
inundated with truncation and emotionally compressed
stressed out inside until you're unable to be your best.
So pity the epitome, embodiment of tragedy,
as tactically my strategy is leading to the sanity
that apathy passes as a path of pathological logic.
Cynically my skepticism causes schisms with the anagogic.
An appetite for destruction with an appetizer of savagery
buries me with guns and roses as I slash through your pageantry.
I'm a prince of the universe so listen to my rhapsody.
Past me has passed me; passive aggressive catastrop
It's magical this time of year
a time of family and song
a time when miracles appear
the tree goes up smelling of pine
drizzled with colored lights and a star that will shine
The country side all dressed in white
fire burning to keep us warm
hot cocoa under the starlight
the scent of fresh baked gingerbread
visions of eggnog and tinsel dance in my head
Family will come together
for that alone I will rejoice
and we'll enjoy winter weather
morning comes- we gather to feast
in ugly Christmas sweaters we wish you all peace.
Sunshine an the Rain by The-Shifty-Lion, literature
Literature
Sunshine an the Rain
Outside my window the rain does fall
Beckoning me to heed it's call
Making me forget the morrow
Just to drown me in my sorrow
But I will not die today
For my sun shall shine her ray
Evaporating all this rain
Allowing me to smile again
I haven't been myself of late.
I slipped and fell through the grate.
Down into depths of dark despair.
Freedom is who knows where.
Through the smothering of this abyss.
I've stood upon the precipice.
Never truly giving in.
Never letting darkness win.