A world I can call my ownIt's just me on the shore of existence,A world I can call my own by Green-EyedTiger
naked and alone,
where the fluid sea of dreams
laps at the hard, blindingly white land of reality.
Two endless expanses of white and black,
a world so simple
that it makes me look back
on the life I've had.
Air that smells of salt,
a smell I sorely miss,
the caress of the wind,
welcome as a lover's kiss.
This is my world
my break from it all.
here its all gone.
It's just me on the shore of existence,
where my soul can heal all it wants,
True treasuresTo me, true treasuresTrue treasures by Green-EyedTiger
are not wealth
or material things,
but the health
of my family
and the time
I have left
We are, after all,
as butterfly wings.
You are stronger
than anyone I know,
giving my strength
when I had none to show.
No matter what happens,
you are always there
and I will always love you
from the very bottom
of my heart.
The Avian Chronicles: Book 1, Chapter 3Chapter 3The Avian Chronicles: Book 1, Chapter 3 by Green-EyedTiger
She jumped up immediately and bowed as low as she could, expressing her profuse apology to Raven and forgetting to help the young woman up. At the same time the assassin fumed as she stood up and dusted off her travel clothes, not hearing anything the child said.
Raven finally looked at the girl, whom looked so much like a boy that she was still trying to figure out which gender the child belonged to, even though she had felt the evidence.
"Why did you run into me, you insolent runt?" she shouted at the child, whose eyes were on the ground in shame.
"I…I did not mean to, Ma'am" the child stammered pitifully.
Even in her anger Raven could that he, she, the young woman corrected herself, was obviously honestly sorry. The pitifulness of the girl touched Raven's rarely shown softer side, one that she hid from even her mother. That softer side thought that perhaps the child could help them find someone who knows the history of the town.
"Tell me your age, child" she said
I'm a hobbyist writer who day dreams story scenes all the times and then forgets what I thought up. I'm Italian/Irish living in the city of Pretoria, situated in the beautiful South Africa! I write poems on a occasion, usually only when asked to by a friend which, for me, makes the poem more special|
Currently I'm a student at the University of Pretoria doing a BSc in Agricultural Animal and Pasture Science. I love to read, mainly Fantasy and Sci-fi. I'm particularly a fan of Anne McCaffrey and her son, Todd. Currently I'm planning a slight twist to Pern. Not a huge change like some of the fanart and fanfics I've seen(which absolutely shocks me, though maybe I'm just and extreme purist towards that amazing world....) though it is an idea that could have great potential. Its for myself though one day If Todd McCaffrey say's it does justice to his mother's world I'd be over the moon.
I'm like photography to a degree but I see it as capturing I moment that may never happen again instead of creating a moment. That's about it for what I feel anyone who sees my profile should know
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