Misschien wel leuk om hier een topic voor zelfgeschreven gedichten en verhalen van te maken! Ik zag al een erg mooi gedicht van Ninthdegreeburn staan, dus ik dacht: waarom maken we er niet gewoon een thread voor aan? Ik zal beginnen: The fires of passion, spun out of control The death throes of faith bringing void to the whole The embers that brighten and cool down at will Fear shakes their thoughts while they shiver, stand still When the red moon comes, the world will grow dark The hunters come out, and the prey will be marked Stinger stands upright; claws raised for the kill The hunters will wait, they rely on their skill The mountains will roar and the winds will destroy Blood fills the oceans, the vessels be toys Running and screaming, at nature's whims Life shall be ended and sunlight shall dim Lesser than mortals, or greater for that The small ones will live, and conquer their death Life shall evolve and darkness shall fade The future looks bright and a world shall be made Devoid of corruption And anguish, and thoughts Devoid of despair No cries and no laughs And all the while, we shall ever live on In worlds beyond time, when our space will be gone Capable of nothing but love ~ Emiel Vrolijk, 10 februari 2014
Nog maar één dan, improvisatie van zojuist: I shall take up my bow, and then aim and set loose Passionate arrow, to pierce distant heart To set it ablaze with the fire of longing Yet risen from ashes, toward a new start The shadow of self has yet risen from death Emptiness filled with a hope thought long lost Towering cries, being stilled by a smile Trying to gain distant heart at all cost Willingly providing a comforting ear Marvelling wonder at the being that is Eyes nearly blinded by light shining bright Exuberant life, spanning depth of abyss Mere distant stranger, yet closing in quick Regarded as known, being trusted with all The sparkle of doubt shall be crushed beneath heel And the path be made clear, insecurity’s fall Not wishing to scare and not wishing to harm Don’t want to impose, do not raise the alarm A being yet different from all who preceded Her being providing the comfort so needed I turn mournful eye toward darkening sky While memories haunt me in passing But there comes the sun and it pierces the clouds With promise of hope, everlasting.. Nothing eternal, but healing shall help To recover from heart that was stabbed The walls coming down ‘round the edge of my soul And the creature be shown, opportunity grabbed To revel in the light of her being. ~ Emiel Vrolijk, 22 april 2014, 14:15