Trapped
How come
in a world based on freedom
where we're said to have everything
we have everything
but freedom?
I'm screaming to get out
away from this misery
unspoken words lead
to unfulfilled wishes
In this society
where we're made from a mold
how can we be free?
I can only be free in my writing
yet even there not very
We are only free in our thoughts.
A Perfect Life
He was barely a boy, far from a man. Not ready, not capable, not at all good enough. Yet so much was expected from him, so much he could not achieve. Nothing bad can be said about his courage, though many will. He should have... Yes! But he could not. For him, it was impossible to follow the rhythm of this life he was forced to live.
Every day he fought to be who he was not, who he could never be, and every day he failed. But he was pressed onwards, no matter how much he struggled, like a salmon trying to swim upstream in a river with a current that is too strong. Couldn't they see what they were doing to him? Or did they jus
Prologue - 6 years ago
The sun stood high in the sky, shining brightly above the small tauren settlement of Bloodhoof. It was a quiet afternoon, like so many. The trees swayed calmly in the wind, casting moving shadows on the grass-covered ground. Life was peaceful for the inhabitants of the little village. From time to time a traveller arrived, and then the villagers would be happy to offer him a bed and eager to hear the stories he had to tell.
A thundering laugh rolled off a nearby hill. On top were two tauren calves, standing opposite to each other. Both of them were carrying a wooden sword and shield. The laugh came from the bigger of
Sunrise
Candid moonlight rays
shimmer across the roof of waves
and light a path
There is not a sound
only the cool stillness
of a world filled with peace
Suddenly a golden beam appears
and fills the world
with his powerful light
The shimmering path vanishes
in a sea of vigorous light
as more beams appear
Thus the golden beams
drown the candid rays
with a force that disrupts.
A Christmas Carol
Christmas night: merry little families, sitting together near the fireplace, warming themselves to the fire of blissful ignorance. They do not know, do not care, about what goes on outside. With curtains closed, their worry only extends to the boundaries of the light from their fireplace, excluding others, who so hopelessly long for a glimpse of the light those families so uncaringly possess. Out on the streets they are, decorating the white landscape with spots, spots that form scars, scars on humanity. They will never feel the warmth, of wealth, of luxury, of satisfaction.
Among them is a woman, though barely more than a
Trapped
How come
in a world based on freedom
where we're said to have everything
we have everything
but freedom?
I'm screaming to get out
away from this misery
unspoken words lead
to unfulfilled wishes
In this society
where we're made from a mold
how can we be free?
I can only be free in my writing
yet even there not very
We are only free in our thoughts.
A Perfect Life
He was barely a boy, far from a man. Not ready, not capable, not at all good enough. Yet so much was expected from him, so much he could not achieve. Nothing bad can be said about his courage, though many will. He should have... Yes! But he could not. For him, it was impossible to follow the rhythm of this life he was forced to live.
Every day he fought to be who he was not, who he could never be, and every day he failed. But he was pressed onwards, no matter how much he struggled, like a salmon trying to swim upstream in a river with a current that is too strong. Couldn't they see what they were doing to him? Or did they jus
Prologue - 6 years ago
The sun stood high in the sky, shining brightly above the small tauren settlement of Bloodhoof. It was a quiet afternoon, like so many. The trees swayed calmly in the wind, casting moving shadows on the grass-covered ground. Life was peaceful for the inhabitants of the little village. From time to time a traveller arrived, and then the villagers would be happy to offer him a bed and eager to hear the stories he had to tell.
A thundering laugh rolled off a nearby hill. On top were two tauren calves, standing opposite to each other. Both of them were carrying a wooden sword and shield. The laugh came from the bigger of
Sunrise
Candid moonlight rays
shimmer across the roof of waves
and light a path
There is not a sound
only the cool stillness
of a world filled with peace
Suddenly a golden beam appears
and fills the world
with his powerful light
The shimmering path vanishes
in a sea of vigorous light
as more beams appear
Thus the golden beams
drown the candid rays
with a force that disrupts.
Days of the Plague- Prologue by WillKaede, literature
Literature
Days of the Plague- Prologue
If you're reading this, you're a survivor of the Plague or the calamities that followed it, just as I am. I'm leaving this letter to you behind, so you may know exactly what you're faced with. My name is Seven, or Sev, for short. I'm going to tell you my story...the story of the Plague.
In the early days it didn't get a name. We just called it "The Plague", and the name stuck. It hit so hard and fast, the media was reporting outbreaks worldwide. The plague began just as many others do, outbreaks of sickness that many just passed off as a bad stomach virus or case of influenza. It wasn't until the second stage of the sickness that people star
I'm a senior high school student in a little town in Belgium. In my free time (which I need more of) I enjoy playing music on the organ. I also love to read, preferably fantasy, but I can devour any good book. Recently, I have begun writing, or at least an attempt at, which is mainly why I joined deviantART. I'm also trying to learn how to draw, but we'll have to wait and see how that turns out. People tell me I'm a nice person. I love getting to know new people, so feel free to leave comments and send messages.
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