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| Here Is a general selection of Stories and poems for all ages. Including Cats stories |
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| The figure came, at night.
It was too late to talk. But with persuasion and pretence. He wore me down and changed my fate. He claimed that he was sent to cleanse my soul. Change this my life, my ways of being. All the while he kept his face hidden 'neath a mask. His eyes were all I could see, deep, dark and forboding. Making it easier to achieve his unsingular, amoral task. He slowly took all that I held, and as such, All happiness, the marrow of my soul was gone. He bartered that the future isn’t worth as much, As what would happen this 'eve. While slowly turning me to coldest stone. I should experience it all at once, right now. The present, said he, is what matters most. He stood, I bit my lips while my head took a bow. And to this parasite my body became host. This wicked warrior like being, became clever and changed appearances. He was at times unto a cavalier, consoling me as I wept. At others, a master, which as his slave I’d heed and obey. As a cultured scholar he told me many legends. As an artist, he sketched my saddened eyes. Enchanted yet suspicious I stood unflinching. I watched the aparition unfold in my own room. I broke down before my God and prayed. To be rid of spirits that tormented me so. Through opened window there came the brilliance, the sparkle. The radiance only stars can project. Eyes moist I gazed out into the night, time stood still. While lovers saw my tears, as did the ancient Moon. |
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| Poem by Cat Waters |
| What does it mean to write?
How can it be so hard and why can it take so long. Other times it only takes 5 minutes, why can't it always be like that? Writing, when I write I pour out my soul. Every piece I have ever written carries a little bit of myself in it. A sad poem sometimes carries the sadness in my heart. The classical lovepoem can also carry something of me. Even if it is pain. Stories can be just as describing of the writer's soul as a poem. The characters often show a little of the writer. Whether it be frustration, happiness, generosity or even the evil side in us all. I can get stuck sometimes. For days I can't write, maybe even weeks and then suddenly out of the blue 3 or even 4 stories appear in my head. That's when it gets a busy time for my Muse. Writing, the essence of a human. Welcome to our Human Essence pages. We hope you enjoy your stay here. Besitos Lulu. WRITTEN BY LULU For Banderas Buddies.com |
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