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Bitter/SweetWind blows, a crow callsBitter/Sweet by ~Redwritingwarrior
Clouds blanket the sky, I wander
Rejoicing; spring’s here
-Axel W.
A Muse MisplacedA Muse MisplacedA Muse Misplaced by ~Redwritingwarrior
Have you seen the one from where my inspiration once came?
Her skin is ivory, hair of black and eyes like the flame
I’ve lost the one who gave my words heart
And the one who gave my life its spark
What can my life or work be? Without her wit and smile?
When she was here in tandem we could withstand any trial
Now and days I can hardly transcribe an original thought
Since my muse has left her spot
Gone is she, and I wonder if she’ll return
As I go through the daily motions and the anticipation within burns
I walk now, reluctantly alone with nothing and no one to inspire
My first and only love is gone and with he
Meditation 88Meditation 88Meditation 88 by ~Redwritingwarrior
So, I was driving my moped down the road to community college; when wouldn’t you know it I see a giant purple people eater on the side of the road trying to eat a samurai. Now since I’m not one to let an innocent samurai get eaten I ram the thing with my moped which subsequently explodes. I was fine due to the fact that I was wearing my helmet, but since the giant purple people eater was not he died. I helped the samurai to his feet and I asked an astute question “What the hell you doing here?”And he was quick to answer “Fighting evil monsters, man ya’ know cause I’m a samurai that&rsq
Red MasqueRed MasqueRed Masque by ~Redwritingwarrior
Once ago in the hellish days of plague
Nobles sequestered in a castle lonely and with minds vague
Leaving the rabble in the dark sickness
Celebrating their ‘immunity’ to the illness
In costumes monstrous and gay
Turning, drinking and dancing for one hundred days
At last on the day of a hundred and one
A solemn bell tome obliterated the self indulgent fun
It was ignored nobly with shrugs and laughs
All of them ignorant to what would come to pass
Separate from the nobles appeared a man of red masque
Dark, tall and slender with haunting class
Silent and center squared he stood in the great hall
Till a noble shock and
Sta.sh
