This is a collection of poems I’ve written, that document the horrors and magnificence of this world and the people in it, and that document my journey through this world that we live in.
Power, Corruption & Lies: "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc". The priori; with the bad moon rising at the horizon, beyond the heavy and mysterious sea of Mist, no blood is thicker than the ink belonging to a collection of stories, tails, vignettes, thoughts, reckonings, short poems of a world who revolves around the tip of the spear, gray alike the clouds that lightened and obscured of their own history.
Laughing Stock: "If faith is what driven us together in search of ourselves, then we must try to do it on a leap". The posteriori; from the idyll to the youth to the decay of substance, life goes on and on in this real life fantasy, alike the path taken by the Crescent and her ancestors, who once shared of same blood ingrained on that red coat. While her youth dreams are kept alive, only the fear, the failure and the spea can block the way to achieve a purpose in a life under the rain.
(Current) Index
Power, Corruption & Lies (First Half):
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Laughing Stock (Second Half):
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Thanks: Myushu for Practice Medicine and Prince of Thieves, Meriko for Duty and Honor, Ayrith for Sum Of Memories, Guardian1 for Thirteen Ways To Say Goodbye, and JotaTe for The Last Cherry Blossom, among many other authors and their stories who had influenced me over the time.
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE THIS WORLD.
Gods are created by a mighty force, a force to balance the universe, every galaxy, world, and life.
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Camille tastes the blood on her lips. She's nauseous and weak; still, she forces her brain to stay awake. Ignoring the pain of reopening old injuries. There are more bruises she can't hide, more pain to bear, but she's finally tired to do it in silence. She wipes the humiliating tears off her face. "Don't you dare touch me again." she defies the monster.
"I don't even think God is on your side," he says with a reeking smell of alcohol. At the same time, a loud thunder with the brightest lightning illuminates the sky, the rain pours heavily
A tall man elegantly walks forward, evidently upset he glances at the girl with the corner of his beautiful crystal blue eyes, tearing apart the man who has dared to put his hands on the girl he's been trying to protect.
"A leech like you would never understand the depths of my trust for this girl." The God of Water stands behind her, like a bodyguard.
"Giving up has never been an option for you, perhaps taking the garbage out of your way can help you find your freedom." The mysterious man says. Just as he finishes his sentence, a bolt of lightning strikes loudly in the sky. He turns to face the monster as he freezes in shock, He knows, this time he won't be forgiven.