writing

THIS IS JUST A LITTLE BIT OF WHAT I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE WORLD AND ABOUT LIFE IN GENERAL. I FIGURED I HAD MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO SAY THAN WHAT ANIMES OR MANGAS I HAPEN TO LIKE. SO HERE'S JUST A LITTLE PEEK INTO MY MIND. IT WOULD BE REALLY GREAT IF YOU TOLD ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF MY WRITINGS...DON'T WORRY ABOUT BEING HARSH, I AM OPEN TO CRITICISM...WHATEVER IT TAKES TO BECOME A BETTER WRITER.

There she stands alone,
Her past behind her,
Masked by mistakes,
Her future ahead,
Full of uncertainty.
There she stands alone,
On the edge of the world,
A fallen angel,
Thrown from her pedestal,
Far from security.
Once silver wings are now tarnished,
By salty tears,
That flow unceasingly,
From endless, distand eyes.
Eternal emotions are lost,
Cloaked by chaos,
The future promising no restitution.
The fall has dulled her senses.
She is on the border of oblivion
And a newfound conciousness.
Fear is closing in,
She runs without cease,
Searching for something not there,
That does not exist.
Her tears fall as prayers,
As pleas for help.
They go unheard,

The pursuit for serenity continuing.
Subconcious shadows beging to dance,
Beckoning from afar,
Promising new life.
When all hope is gone,
And the light is dying,
Taunting shadows call her name,
And the subconcious manifests,
Becomong a grotesque reality.
Life has become an endless masquerade,
Eternity masked my the present,
Hope masked by fear,
Love maked by solitude.
As she looks out,
Upon what lay before her,
She sees no escape,
No way out.
To end the confusion,
To stop the pain,
She lets go,
She jumps from her perch
Overlooking the earth.
As she falls,
And her soul begins to fade,
She sees a light,
A fire burning in th night.
This fire is hope,
It is courage and love,

Serenity and certainty,
It is desire.
With the little life that remains
Inside her broken soul,
She reaches for the flame,
And holds it in her hands,
The fire within her,
Rekindeled and alive.
Fear has fled,
Lonliness has been defeated,
Her prayers are heard.
Her wings are now luminous,
Outshining the stars.
Her eyes glow a magnificent blue,
As if all wisdom
Speaks through them.
Eternity is now at her command,
She returns to her throne,
Her pedestal,
Which was once overrun
By the shadows and despair
Of all humanity.
Now light engulfs the earth,
And so it shall,
As long as she is there,
Watching over us,
Our guardian angel.

Frustrated, tired, and feeling immoderately warm, I stare at the blank, white screen before me, searching for some form of inspiration from either the depths of my mind or from the immediate surroundings. My thoughts offer no cure to this frustratiojn, and the voice of the piano, turning out Chopin from the chasm of its black interior, only creates a stronger urge to create. My mind is wandering and cannot focus on the path to creation; cannot mold my thoughts into the medium through which I communicate.

Didn't have time to finish typing this story, I'll finish later