Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

Pink Soft and cheerful Childish innocence Princesses’ dress Petty fight and winning it A pair of roller blades Still wistfully wishing A grin and eyes full of wonder Contentment Green Fresh and constant The start of an adventure Searching for a fitting piece Self-reliance and confidence Five letters to three Cusp of metamorphosis Prided victory in hand Cultivation Purple Glamour and mystery Shaky steps forward Slippery slope and prickling pebbles Ghosts of past wonders Questioning, keep questioning Empty stares and doubts Slipping, tumbling down Deterioration Blue, green, and purple  Forked lines and intertwined paths Red, pink, and cream Unconscious stares and empty canvas Too pale, too empty A hint of red might do nicely

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl with wispy frame and the eyes of a dreamer. She could capture the soul of any objects, be it awaken or asleep, and voice it to the world. Despite her extraordinary talent, only a small part of the world would listen to her tales. Many of them thought of her tales as nothing but an empty daydream, a thing to be ceased immediately. But still, there is that small part of the world. The part that is small in both number and size. Consisted of two little children, both younger than the girl, but with the same wonder in their eyes, just as the little girl’s. Each night, before they went to bed, the two children would decide on two things or persons, one for each of them, and they would ask the girl to tell them of their soul-story. The girl would comply, and her voice would flow until the two children slowly drifted into slumber, and only then the girl would join them. A night of a soul-story is good and beautiful and theirs. But nothin...

"When you like someone, would you try to get close to them, or would you rather watch from afar?" "Why would anyone just watch the person they like without doing anything?" "I don't know. Maybe they're scared, maybe they're inexperienced. Maybe they don't know what to do and just looking at the person they like is enough." "That's idiotic, what if the person you like is liked by someone else, someone bolder and who doesn't just watch from a distance." "Distance is a safety measure. They may be cautious." "I'll use another C to call it, Cowardice ." "Hm. I've done both, though. When it's someone I already know and knows me, when liking them is slowly realizing that they are more than just who I thought they were, I'll try to get closer. Because I know them, I understand the dynamics. I know what not to do to keep them by my side." ...

I like my face.  I'm not saying it to sound vain,  but I do like it. My face is not overly pretty.  Nor is it badly shaped. It is a perfectly normal human face. But I like my face.  There are times  When my tears run down my cheeks When my eyes are red-rimmed and glassy When my nose is puffy and snotty All drawn clearly on my face But I like my face Because the marks won't stay long My cheeks will soon be dried  My skin will soon be back to its color I like it I like my face Because my face won't tell  about what happened  behind the closed door of my room My face won't tell  about what happened  to the soaked pillow on my bed My face won't tell And I will smile

Consciously or not  They always remember Whether it was word by word Or simply the feelings they had When you threw it upon them Because after all they are just children And so, when there are times they say  'But you did that', or  'But you said that' Believe them, you did. Children do not ask you to be perfect  They just need you to be true True to your sayings  True to your actions For if you aren't You'll faze them When you blame them for  Things they took up from you You'll trap them And the outcome will be  Their fading trust Their escape And only then will you start to think Or probably not

Okay, this is some poets, songs, and elses from the Lord of The Rings I- The Fellowship of The Rings. --Don't know exactly why am I post this, but... Just hoping this could be useful :)-- THE PROPHECY Fellowship  of The Rings Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. WHERE THE ROAD GOES Fellowship  of The Rings The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. HOBBIT’S SONG The Fellowship  of Th...

I wanna hold in you in my arms never want to let go till the end of my path I’ll stay to loving you. I just want to see you. And you to see me. I could only dream about you and wishing a happy ending for you. I wanna reach you, but you seem so far. I wanna reach you but though you’re so close we’re still apart. I wanna break all the walls separate us. But what can I do? I will love you. Even though you never know. I will love you. Even though I know this love will hurt me. I will love you. Even though I know you will not think about me. I know its crazy, but this is what I feel. And seeing you smiling is the best gift from the Lord. Seeing you crying breaking my heart. I wanna hold you. I wanna hug you. I wanna wipe those tears and take the pain. Let me bear it, so don’t ever let your tears come out but for happiness. I know this isn’t right. And this love will kill me slowly. But I can’t help myself. And you’re so charming that I can’t let you out of my mind. I...